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Chris cried out into the pillow. He had no idea how many times the wet tongue penetrating his asshole had made him do it, but it felt like it'd been going on for hours. Each flick and touch over his hole made him hungrier for the next, and he felt like he was going to go insane soon.
"You ready to get fucked?"
"Oh yeah," he panted, "Jesus, do it. Put that big cock in me."
A week ago he'd barely thought about how his 21st birthday was going to go, but he knew now it was going to be unforgettable.
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The Halloween party at the house had been epic: with the 31st falling on a Saturday a huge blowout was inevitable. And with everyone in the house except Chris over 21, having beer on hand wasn't a problem: Derrick had "worked things out" with the campus cops and as long as they kept it inside and reasonable they wouldn't have any problems. So the invites went out, and between the wrestling crew, Chris's assorted friends at Ian's fraternity, and various other people they ended up with over 100 people, most of them wearing costumes. Big Dave had gone as a Viking of course (same costume as the previous two years it turned out), Derrick as a Russian army officer, and Gabe as Fidel Castro. Chris went for Spider Man, and Aaron surprised him by showing up as Tigger. Everybody assumed he was just a tiger, but Chris knew who he'd picked the costume for, and it warmed his heart to see it.
By 2 a.m. things were pretty much winding down. Chris waved goodbye to Dave and Joey (Hulk and Ant Man, respectively) and headed upstairs. Aaron's door was closed--he must've sacked out already, so Chris just headed for his own room, feeling heavily buzzed. As he passed the door however he froze: the unmistakable sounds of a female orgasm were coming through it, loud and clear. What the hell? He was just starting to get good and pissed when he heard a "Hey! There you are. Ready for bed?" Aaron was at the bottom of the stairs, happily drunk. He'd lost his tail, but the ears were still on his head somehow. Chris just stood there as his booze-soaked brain struggled to catch up.
"Shhhh!" Aaron whispered, "I told Kevin he could use my room. You know, Kevin, from wrestling? Frankenstein?" Like most drunks, Aaron's "whispering" was probably loud enough to be heard outside--although it didn't sound like Kevin and his hookup had noticed.
Chris didn't really remember the guy, but he didn't care as long as it wasn't Aaron in there. "Okay, sure, cool. Let's go." He was definitely crashing. As he pulled Aaron towards his room the blond couldn't resist shouting "It's ALIVE!" at the door. So much for being subtle Chris thought, laughing to himself.
When he woke up the next morning he was pleasantly surprised by his relative lack of hangover. In fact, his biggest source of discomfort was a jabbing sensation in the ribs, which turned out to be Aaron's ears: they'd fallen off and he'd rolled over on them. Working them loose woke Aaron up, and when he turned around the jock was smiling up at him, looking sexy as hell with his new short beard ("no lumberjack look" Chris had made him promise) and tousled hair. "Hey you," he said. "Those my ears?"
"They are. You want 'em back you've gotta get 'em Tigg." Chris held them over his head; Aaron would have to climb on top of him to get them, and he was looking forward to that--his morning wood could use some relief. Since he'd hooked up with Dave (and then made up with Aaron) something in him had relaxed, and he was no longer nearly so shy about asking for sex. And Aaron seemed to appreciate the change--it hadn't occurred to Chris that such a masculine, athletic guy would like to have someone jump his bones for a change, instead of always being the one to start something. Well Chris was more than ready to start something now--he could already feel a damp spot forming in his boxers.
Aaron rolled over him and knelt up, straddling his hips so their hardons were bumping together, then grabbed the ears. "Thanks." He gave Chris a quick kiss then bounded up, his boxers tented out. "Let's get some food."
Chris looked up, refusing to believe Aaron was going to leave him hanging like that. "I've got something for you right here," he growled, groping his crotch. Part of his brain stopped to notice he never would've said something like that even a month ago. The other parts were too happily horned up to care.
"I know you do." Aaron smiled as he bent over to kiss Chris again. "But," another kiss, "your birthday is coming up in a week." One hand slid down through the sparse hairs on Chris's chest. "And I want this--" his hand slid under Chris's waistband to squeeze the hard shaft "--to be fully charged up next Saturday night." He leaned over to put his lips against Chris's ear, the hairs from his beard tickling it maddeningly. "Coz I am going to make it a night to remember." He slid his hand back out and sat back, grinning wickedly. "So no sex, no jerking off, no humping your pillow. Save it for Saturday."
Chris groaned in frustration--this was going to be torture. He was sharing Aaron's bathroom, and was going to have to look at that sculpted body getting out of the shower every day. "If I do, you do."
Aaron stood up, still grinning, then slid his waistband down until the pink shaft Chris knew so well popped free. He'd been leaking too. "Oh yeah, don't worry. You are going to be swimming in cum Saturday night, believe me." The lust in his eyes made that more than just a figure of speech. "Now lemme see if my room is free--I need a cold shower." He pulled his shorts back up and sauntered out the door, not even hiding his wood. Chris decided he'd better take a cold one too.
By Wednesday it was bad enough that they both decided they'd better sleep in their own rooms, and Friday morning Chris opted to shower in Derrick and Dave's bathroom; otherwise he was going to jump Aaron's bones no matter what he'd promised. Derrick gave him a raised eyebrow at his presence: Chris had practically moved into Aaron's room over the last few weeks and his return to the other bathroom was unexpected. Eating breakfast in the kitchen he asked Aaron flat out "what the fuck is going on with you two?" Aaron leaned in and whispered in his ear, and Derrick's chiseled face split into a big grin as he did. "Awww yeah. Niiiice. Really?... Oh fuck yeah he will." He gave Chris a thumbs up. "Hang in there buddy. Your boy knows what he's doing."
Friday night was bearable: that was his actual birthday, and Ian and his other Tau Kappa Epsilon buddies insisted they take him out to hit the bars. Aaron took a pass on joining them, probably afraid of what would happen if they both got drunk, but Chris had a great time anyway. He'd never been much of a drinker, but it was definitely great to go out and cut loose legally, and the guys in the fraternity were more than happy to help. Ian made sure he got some water inside him, so when he woke up the next morning on a couch in the TKE house he didn't feel like he wanted to die. Although a nap would be nice--then he remembered that today was the end of his dry spell with Aaron, and a nap no longer seemed necessary. Checking his phone he saw he'd missed a text from him just after midnight. "Happy birthday big boy. Rest up. Be back at the house and ready to roll by 6. XOXOXO Tigg" It looked like Aaron had left him time for a nap after all; probably not by accident, he realized. Despite his goofy ways, Aaron had proven himself to be pretty good at planning.
It turned out Chris needed a nap after all: he was sacked out in his room when Aaron woke him up at 5:30. "Hello Sunshine! Ready for your big day?" He had a big grin on his face and a Monster in one hand. "Drink up! Time's a-wasting!" Chris sat up blearily and took a swig; unlike Aaron he was never quick to wake up. As he gathered his wits it was obvious that the athlete was even bouncier than usual. And he was actually dressed up: he was wearing a button-down shirt and pair of slacks that Chris didn't even know he owned--he looked really good. And he smelled nice--he had some sort of cologne on too, which wasn't normally his thing. What was he up to? Chris found the enthusiasm contagious. He was sure Aaron had something good planned, and now that he was more awake he was excited to find out. He stood up, ready to hit the shower.
"So what's the plan?"
"A surprise!" Aaron gave him a quick kiss, then broke away to swat his ass. "Get cleaned up good--we're leaving at six. And wear something nice!" he shouted as Chris headed to the bathroom.
Chris showered and shaved thoroughly--he wanted to look his best. A couple of times he started chubbing up imagining what Aaron might have in mind, but he stuffed those thoughts back down: plenty of time for that later. He was ready on time though, having dug up his own pair of slacks and a white Polo that was in reasonable shape. He didn't have money for the fancier clothes like Aaron did, but he thought he was still presentable. He put on some cologne and headed downstairs, jittery with excitement--not to mention the can of Monster. When he got there Aaron was waiting with a gym bag at his feet; he already had a jacket on.
"Perfect timing! Cab just got here." He looked Chris up and down appraisingly. "You look gooood--c'mere." He grabbed Chris around the waist and pulled him in for another kiss. "Happy Birthday. Now get your coat on, I'm taking you out."
Chris let go reluctantly. It'd been a good kiss, and he could feel Aaron's bulge forming up against him during the brief contact. He would've been happy with cooking dinner at home together, followed by...other stuff, but Aaron clearly had A Plan. No one had made a big fuss over his birthday since he was about ten years old, and he felt a warm sense of excitement at being treated like this. Not that drinks out with Ian and the guys the night before hadn't been fun, but this was more...special. He threw on his coat and grabbed a knit cap: the November weather was turning to winter and it was getting cold out. "What's with the duffel?"
"You'll see." Aaron grinned, practically hopping from toe to toe. "Maybe we'll rob a bank. C'mon!" He grabbed Chris's hand and dragged him to the cab, passing a note to the driver. "Take us here please."
Chris tried to pry some more details from Aaron on the ride but got nowhere. He debated copping a feel to see if that would win the antsy blond over, but the driver had a clear view of the back seat, so that was out. It wasn't a big town though, so it didn't take long to get his answer: the cab rolled up in front of the Silver Springs Hotel, and they got out. Chris couldn't believe it: students never, ever stayed here. This was the place parents stayed when they were visiting their kids. Well-off parents, at that. "Aaron, what? I mean, we're not staying here are we? I can't afford this."
"Relax, I've been saving up. And I uh, kinda told my parents about you." Aaron gave him a shy look that was completely endearing. "I mean, not YOU you, but I sorta mentioned it was a birthday present for a special friend. And that the friend was a guy." He shrugged. "They kinda figured it out after that. At least I think they did. Guess I'll know for sure over Thanksgiving!" He laughed a bit shrilly, sounding equal parts nervous and relieved.
Chris blinked, taking that in. He'd been so angry at Aaron for slipping him whatever drug made him get off on guys, but now Aaron was the one putting himself out there. For me, he thought, he's doing all this for me. He didn't even think about it, just grabbed Aaron and gave him a big hug right there on the steps of the grand old hotel. "You're the best," he whispered, and squeezed harder.
Aaron pulled away a bit to look him in the face. "Well, y'know, you're worth it." He looked a bit abashed, but his face was glowing. "C'mon, let's drop the overnight bag off and head to dinner." He squeezed Chris's shoulder, then turned to lead the way into the lobby. It really was an amazing place: built in the 1800s for wealthy miners, and restored by the new owners with the original crystal chandeliers, marble floors, mahogany trim, the works. Chris felt like he was floating: his family had always been more part of the Motel 6 crowd on their trips together. He was too busy ogling the lobby to pay much attention to Aaron checking them in and handing over their duffle, so when it was over and Aaron turned back he was a bit startled.
"C'mon, let's get some dinner." Aaron grabbed his hand and led him back towards the door.
"We're not gonna go to the room?" Chris was definitely hungry, but his spell of abstinence was very much on his mind.
Aaron gave him a wicked grin. "Joey and Dave are meeting us there after dinner; we can decide what we want to do then." He waggled his eyebrows. "But right now I wanna get some food. You're not gonna miss your birthday dinner are you?"
Chris admitted he did not want that, and he followed the wrestler out the door. Not far it turned out: he'd gotten them reservations at Ballantine's, the go-to steak joint in town. All dark wood and muted lighting, it was another place he never thought he'd set foot in, and as they settled into their dinner the sense of being in some sort of movie grew--this was like a Julia Roberts flick, he thought. Aaron had really gone all out for him; this was miles beyond the "dude let's get a burger" he'd expected. The handsome wrestler was racking up boyfriend points at a spectacular pace. Then he caught himself: had he just thought of Aaron as his boyfriend? He gave that some serious consideration while Aaron was off on a bathroom break. Yeah...yeah, "boyfriend" actually felt right. It wasn't just the dinner either, although that was amazing. It was all the rest of it: he looked forward to seeing Aaron all the time, and they had a great time hanging out--Aaron could make him laugh his ass off like nobody else. And it wasn't just about sex (although holy cow did Aaron know how to push his buttons): Aaron was always looking out for him, always considerate, always...great. Just really...great. And here he was coming back from the bathroom, face lighting up when he saw him; Chris couldn't help giving a goofy smile in return.
"So," Aaron said, sitting back down, "meal good?" He spread his hands out. "You like?"
"Aaron, this is just--wow. No one has ever done something like this for me. Like, ever." He took Aaron's hand under the table. "You did good Tigg."
Aaron's eyes crinkled, pleased. "C'mon, you must've had a girlfriend in high school who took you out, or something? Right?"
"Not really." Chris felt like a dork admitting it, but it was Aaron--he could say this to Aaron. "My folks, well, you know, they didn't really approve of us dating or anything before marriage. So this is kind of like my first, um, real date." His voice was almost a whisper at the end, and his face felt warm with embarrassment. Everyone he knew had dated so many girls in high school, and then in college--he felt like a complete loser waiting until he was 21. Hell, he'd probably still be a virgin if Aaron hadn't come along.
Aaron's face softened in understanding, and he squeezed Chris's hand. "Well, I hope you like it." He squeezed again. "I really do."
Chris nodded, briefly overcome with emotion, and they just sat there, sharing the moment for a bit. Finally Aaron pulled away to grab his fork and finish up his steak, smiling as he did. "Well why don't we finish up here and head back to the hotel to see what trouble we can get you into tonight. Joey and Dave are probably going stir crazy by now."
He'd forgotten Aaron mentioning them. Chris felt a mild stab of disappointment that Aaron's friends were coming along--he'd been out with the other two wrestlers enough to become casual friends with them, but they were really more Aaron's crew than his. Still, it had been a great night no matter what already, and he wasn't going to complain if Aaron and the guys wanted to take him out for some more celebratory drinks. "Sure thing, sounds fun." He worked up some enthusiasm and smiled.
"Don't worry, we don't have to hang out with those guys all night if you don't want. But they like you and wanted to help celebrate. And they're my best buds, so, y'know, I thought it'd be okay. Cool?" He ate the last of his steak, watching until Chris nodded. "Great." He swallowed. "Fuck, that's delicious."
By the time they finished the wine (which packed more of a punch than Chris had realized) and had a last cocktail (Aaron laughing when Chris tried his brandy and nearly spit it out at first), Chris was feeling buzzed. Not drunk, but definitely loose he realized as they stood up and walked out. When Aaron helped him into his coat the hostess gave them a knowing smile--she knew a date when she saw one--and warmly wished him a happy birthday. Maybe it was the wine, but for once Chris didn't actually worry about what she might be thinking. He just said it had been perfect, thanks, and gave Aaron a one-armed hug as they headed out the door.
"That was great Tigg. Thank you so much--it was really awesome. You're--" he cleared his throat, "a great boyfriend." He felt his face coloring at the unfamiliar word, but when he glanced over Aaron looked surprised and then deeply pleased.
"Well, so are you. A boyfriend, I mean. And great." Aaron bumped shoulders companionably, and then they just naturally ended up holding hands. They stayed that way for the short walk back to the hotel, silent but happy.
When they got to the room Chris heard a loud whoop as soon as they entered. As they shrugged off their coats and Aaron tossed the duffel in a corner Joey and Dave hopped up from one of the beds to greet them. Chris could see assorted mixers and bottles forming a little homemade minibar on the window ledge; it looked like it had already seen some use.
"Happy Birthday Chris!" Dave gave him a big warm hug, drink in one hand. Chris could feel his hard muscles flexing as he squeezed, and he instinctively melted into the warmth--it was like hugging a larger, hairier version of Aaron. Dave smelled good too--some sort of spicy soap, and when Dave leaned in to whisper "Glad you let us come along, bud" into his ear he shivered instinctively, suddenly very aware that Dave was an extremely hot guy. His cock gave a very definite lurch up before Dave let him go.
"So did Aaron treat you right bro?" Joey asked, walking over.
Chris turned back to his date and smiled into his eyes. "Yeah, definitely. He did great."
Aaron put his arms around his waist and pulled their hips together, looking into his eyes. Chris could feel that he wasn't the only one getting a little rowdy down below. "Gotta treat my boyfriend right, right?" He smiled as he emphasized "boyfriend," and then pulled Chris in for a long kiss to drive home the point. It might've bothered Chris to make out in front of the other guys, but all he could think about was Aaron's muscular body pressing into his and his warm hand cupping the back of his head, and he just closed his eyes and went with it. When Aaron's tongue slipped into his mouth he was completely hard, and by the time the kiss ended they were both flushed and breathing heavily.
Joey had joined them and was grinning as he and Dave watched the show. "Your man a good kisser, Aaron?"
Aaron grinned, eyes still locked on Chris's. He still held their hips together, and Chris could feel their hard-ons bumping against each other; he couldn't resist pressing into the wrestler and rubbing just a little. "The best."
"Well lemme give him a birthday greeting, huh?" Not waiting for an answer, Joey turned Chris's head and pulled him down a little until their mouths met. Chris barely had time to register what was happening when Joey's tongue slid into his mouth, forcing it open. Aaron still hadn't let go of his waist, and as Joey's tongue slid in he pushed their groins together hard; the pressure on his erection made him grunt in pleasure automatically, and Joey's tongue moved in more forcefully. His mind was still trying to process this turn of events, but his body knew how to respond, and when Aaron's tongue traced its way up his neck to his ear he sighted quietly.
"Happy Birthday babe," Aaron whispered hoarsely--Chris wasn't the only one getting increasingly turned on. "The guys and I talked last week," he nipped an earlobe, "and we wanted to make sure you had a night to remember." He kissed behind Chris's ear in that spot Chris loved, making him shiver and press harder against Joey, hungry for contact. "Tonight we're gonna do anything you want." His tongue wormed briefly into Chris's ear, making the black-haired jock squirm. "Anything," he breathed, and took Chris's hand to guide it to the short wrestler's crotch; Chris gave it a squeeze without even thinking. Joey wasn't really all that hard yet and he was already a handful. Chris remembered a couple of comments Aaron had made about his size, and began rubbing. His asshole twitched at the thought of how big it might get, and what it could do to him.
"Mmmm...." Joey pulled his tongue out of Chris's mouth. "Aaron says you like big dicks. That true?" He flexed his groin, making his cock swell further in Chris's grip. Distracted by what Aaron was doing to his neck, Chris just nodded. Joey unbuttoned his jeans and slid Chris's hand into his underwear, through his pubes and down to his hardening shaft.
Chris sighed as he wrapped his hand around its smooth girth, then began slowly stroking. He could feel how thick it was, and thought Aaron was probably right: it did seem fatter than what he remembered of Big Dave's. Aaron's lips and tongue were still driving him nuts, but now he'd also worked a hand down the back of his slacks to start playing with his ass too. Just a finger partway down the top of his crack, but it was enough to make him arch his back in an effort to get it farther in there.
He felt a warm body press up behind him, and Dave's big arms wrapped around him; he could feel the hard lump in the big wrestler's pants pressing into his ass and Aaron's hand. "Here bud, lemme help you with that." Dave reached around and unbuckled his belts and opened up his slacks, grinding up against him as he did. The sensation of three masculine bodies pressed against him was overwhelming: Aaron's familiar touch, firm but gentle; Dave's solid body, bigger and hairier with that slightly spicy scent; and Joey, compact and aggressive, squeezing and rubbing him everywhere. When Dave fished his hard-on out of his underwear and gave the wet head a squeeze he felt weak in the knees. "Aaaahnnhh...."
Aaron's hands moved to tug his pants down completely. "God this is hot," he muttered, "I wanna see you naked so bad."
Joey's hands had been rubbing over his chest, and now he began unbuttoning Chris's shirt. "Hell yeah. You've got a great body Chris." Buttons opened, he leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth, biting it gently, and Chris moaned.
Behind him he could sense Dave pulling away to shuck his own clothes, and Aaron seized the opportunity to slide his hand to the bottom of Chris's crack. His index finger slid through the dusting of black hair until it found the smooth skin around his anus, where it began circling and rubbing. Chris whimpered and knew without looking that the touch was making his cock drip. "Oh God Tigg, that feels so good...."
The finger rubbed harder, while Aaron's free hand pulled their heads together. "Gonna open you up for Joey's fat cock babe. You want that?" His tongue teased Chris's ear, and he whimpered.
"Yeah. So much." Joey moved over to the other nipple and bit down, harder this time. "Aaaaah!" He began stroking Joey's rod in earnest, hoping to get the smaller jock as revved up as he was. It felt slick and warm in his grip, and he couldn't wait to feel it inside him.
Dave moved around to stand behind Joey. He was naked now, and Chris eyed him with new appreciation. He'd always thought Dave was pretty built, but now it was obvious that he was the biggest of all of them. His trimmed chest and abs showed enough dark fur to contrast with the smoother torsos of the other three, making him look older by a few years and more ruggedly handsome than Aaron or Joey's boyish looks. His cock jutted out proudly from a trimmed but dense black bush; he might not be as big as Joey, but he definitely had nothing to be ashamed of. Chris licked his lips at the sight, imagining going down on that piece of meat until he was nose-deep in those pubes. "Oh yeah..." he whispered to no one in particular.
Dave looked him right in the eye, then reached down to start pulling Joey's tee shirt off. "C'mon babe, I think Chris wants to see you naked." Dave gave the birthday boy a wink. "I think we all do." Joey leaned away from Chris's chest to let Dave pull the shirt over his head, his smooth pecs bulging as he wiggled out of the fabric. When it was off Dave leaned in and nuzzled behind his ear; Joey closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure, leaning into the touch. Dave's gaze was locked on Chris's though. "Pretty hot, isn't he bro?"
Amen, Chris thought. Joey was even smoother than Aaron, who did have a bit of chest hair. There was nothing at all covering the shorter man's ripped pecs or obscuring the view of his six-pack--at least until the massive hard-on got in the way. No doubt, it was easily the size of Big Dave's, looking even larger against Joey's smaller frame. And it was dripping heavily: Chris gave a squeeze and another drop of clear liquid seeped from the tip, sliding down to join the others lubricating his palm. "Yeah, really hot," he panted.
Aaron's finger pressed more firmly against his hole--almost, but not quite enough pressure to go inside him. "You wanna taste him?" His breath was warm in Chris's ear.
"Yeah." Did he ever. Chris loved taking Aaron in his mouth; he had ever since the night he'd moved into the house. It would be so hot to do that with this massive piece of meat; the only way it could be hotter was if--"Do it with me." Yes, sharing this with Aaron would be the ultimate turn-on. And hadn't Aaron said he could do anything he wanted tonight?
"Mmmm...yeah." Aaron was smiling lustfully at him. "Lemme see you go down on him, and then I'll join you." He pushed Chris down to his knees, then began shedding his clothes as fast as he could.
Chris took a few seconds to relish his up-close view. The cut head bulged out from a the shaft, which was slightly thicker in the middle, and the whole end gleamed with the pre-cum his hand had smeared over it, the smell intoxicating. On a whim he buried his nose in Joey's trimmed bush, inhaling the fresh masculine scent. It was similar to Aaron's he thought, breathing deeply, and without thinking he lapped at the base of the cock, to see if their flesh tasted the same--it was pretty close. Continuing to explore, he let go of the shaft and began lapping his way up it, the flavor of pre-cum becoming more pronounced as he went. Joey tasted sweeter than Aaron or Gabe, but equally delicious, and he began to tongue the wet flesh more vigorously as he worked up to the head. Dave was working Joey's pants off in the mean time, which made keeping contact more challenging, but Chris didn't care--this was heaven. About the time Joey kicked free of his underwear Aaron did too, and seconds later his tongue was joining Chris's, moving up and down in tandem along Joey's shaft. When they reached the fat head together their mouths met and they began kissing, passing the leaking piss slit from mouth to mouth as Joey began to grunt. Chris felt Aaron's hand grip him loosely and begin stroking,and he returned the favor, careful not to push Aaron too hard this early. Joey's hands went to the back of their heads, guiding them up and down his cock, lower to tongue his balls, or just into his crotch to lap at his pubes. He began slowly thrusting into their faces, his breath coming faster, and Chris heard Dave say "You like what they're doing babe?"
"Oh yeah," Joey breathed. "Fuck yeah." Chris glanced up to see Dave pressed up tightly against Joey's back side, palms moving up and down his smooth torso while Joey threw his head back and Dave nuzzled his neck. "I think it's time to get ready for some fucking though." He tangled his hands in Chris and Aaron's hair, forcing them to look up. "Let's get you boys up on the bed."
Chris kicked off his pants as he stood and let Joey guide him by the shoulders to the nearer bed. He moved to get onto his back, but Joey stopped him. "Get on your hands and knees bro." He flashed white teeth in a grin. "Trust me, birthday boy." Chris did as he was told, keenly aware of his exposed hole as Dave guided Aaron to kneel next to him. The blond grinned and pressed their calves together, then took his hand, and Chris smiled back.
Before either one of them could say anything he felt Joey's grip clenching his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. He took a deep breath, mentally prepared for a repeat of Dave's ramming, and let it out in a surprised whooooosh! as Joey's tongue made a long lazy pass from the base of his balls to the tip of his hole. How had he known?... He looked over at Aaron who was grinning at him wickedly, and realized that of course he would've told Joey how much Chris loved this. Aaron loved sucking his dick first and foremost, but if he was fresh from the shower the wrestler would happily eat out his hole as foreplay before sliding his dick in. Over the last several weeks Chris had become scrupulous in cleaning his ass thoroughly every time he showered, just in case, and now it was habit. Apparently Joey had similar inclinations, because his warm tongue was already delving deep into his anus, making Chris's eyes roll back. He was barely aware of Aaron's eyes fluttering as Dave did the same to him, but Chris could feel Aaron's hand clench his harder, and then they both began to pant. When Joey's hand gripped his shaft from behind and started stroking he had no choice but to turn his face into the pillow to muffle his cries.
...And so some time later (he didn't know how long) he reached the point where he couldn't take it any longer. Joey's tongue wasn't enough anymore: he needed that fat dick.
"Oh yeah," he panted, "Jesus, do it. Put that big cock in me."
Joey leaned back and Chris's hole instantly felt the lack of stimulation.
"Fuck yeah. How do you want it birthday boy?" One hand slapped his ass, while a finger began sliding up and down his crack, teasing. "From behind, or..."
Chris looked to his left. Aaron's eyes were half shut in pleasure while Dave continued to bury his face in his behind, but he was watching to see what Chris would say. Chris suddenly remembered something from a few weeks ago, after their big fight, and knew what he wanted. "Lie down on your back Joey," he said hoarsely. "I wanna sit on you." He looked Aaron straight in the eyes. "I want Aaron to suck me off while we do it." He was rewarded with a look equal parts tenderness and lust, and knew he'd made the right choice.
The four of them quickly rearranged themselves, Joey leaning back against the headboard smearing lube on his dick while Chris knelt over him, facing his feet. When he felt the slick head grazing his crack he reached back to guide Joey to his hole, already aching with the need to be filled. As the fat head pressed against him he let out a groan--he couldn't have held it in any more than he could have told Joey to stop stretching him open, stop pressing into him, stop sinking inside him. "Don't stop. God, don't stop!" He lowered himself another half inch, tolerating the discomfort for the pleasure it brought, and a trickle of cloudy pre-cum dribbled down his deep red shaft. In front of him Aaron licked his lips and then knelt forward at the foot of the bed, eyes closed in bliss as he took Chris into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the head to collect his juice. Chris shuddered and closed his eyes as he continued to sink down; nothing existed for him but the pleasure in his ass and cock. Sooner than he thought he felt Joey's pubes tickling him, and realized that the earlier tongue action had opened him up tremendously: he could tell Joey was larger than Big Dave, but this had hardly hurt at all. And his cock felt so good too...he could feel his balls tightening up already. He looked down to watch Aaron bobbing up and down steadily, his blond hair contrasting with Chris's black-furred crotch. He loved it when Aaron gave him head: it felt great of course, but it was also amazingly sexy seeing how much the ripped jock enjoyed doing it. As if reading his mind Aaron broke off for a second to smile up at him, his beard already wet with saliva. And then he very deliberately took Chris back into his mouth, slowly but steadily sliding his lips down his shaft while one hand gently squeezed Chris's taught balls. Chris instinctively lifted up to go deeper down that warm tight throat and that, combined with the feel of Joey's massive shaft sliding inside him as he moved, pushed him over the edge. Before he could even register what was happening his seven days of abstinence ended with a bang: he gave a sharp cry and clamped Aaron's head down into his crotch as he exploded. Joey must've been expecting something like this, because the instant Chris felt his asshole start to spasm in orgasm the stocky wrestler bucked his hips up hard against his ass. He couldn't help the "AAAAAHHHH!!!" he made as he bounced between the two sources of pleasure--this was as intense as anything he'd ever felt. Four, five, six blasts before he could even open his eyes again, and a few more aftershocks before he registered anything properly.
Like the gagging noises Aaron was making. Oh shit. He quickly let go of Aaron's head to give him some air, and Aaron pulled off his wet cock, then lay there with his face on Chris's thigh, coughing a couple of times. Finally he let out a weak "holy shit" and propped himself up on his elbows. His face was red and his eyes were watering, and a thick white smear of semen glistened in his beard.
"Tigg! I'm so sorry! I just kinda got taken by surprise." Chris felt bad, but at the same time he was aware of Joey still very much inside him, and still moving slowly. Even having just cum, he wasn't satisfied.
Aaron shook his head and laughed, wiping his chin. "Yeah, me too. Not the first time Joey's fucked a big load outta someone though, right?" He turned to look back at Dave, who was standing behind him stroking his dick lightly, then licked his fingers clean.
Dave grinned back. "Nope." He leaned down and slid his hand along Aaron's ass, until suddenly the blond closed his eyes and sucked in his breath, body tensing. "And I bet he's not the only one who needs a big load fucked outta him. Is he, A?"
Chris watched as Aaron began pushing his hips back against Dave, his eyes closed in pleasurable concentration. "No," he said weakly. Chris knew that tone--it was how he himself sounded when Aaron was getting ready to ride him, and he was desperate to have him do it. He'd always just let Aaron top him, assuming that's what the jock wanted, but now he saw that maybe Aaron liked a dick up his own ass. Maybe a lot.
Dave gave him a smoldering look, clearly ready to give Aaron what he wanted. "You wanna watch me fuck your boy Chris?" It looked like he slid another finger in Aaron's hole; in any case he did something that made the blond jock groan and grip the bedspread between Joey's legs.
The sight was making Chris incredibly horny, and he began rocking his hips automatically. His cock had barely drooped after he shot his load, and it was rapidly coming back up. "Yeah." He licked his lips. "Do it. Get him off good." He grabbed his hard-on and started stroking slowly while Dave drizzled lube on himself. When the beefy wrestler began sliding in Aaron gave a long moan of need, and Chris echoed it, knowing how good Dave's dick was making him feel. Wanting Aaron to know how hot it was for him to see this. Joey started thrusting into him and he exhaled a sharp grunt of pleasure. "Oh God, yes. Just like that."
Aaron looked up at him then, eyes still glazed with lust but smiling, and then turned his head back down to take Chris in his mouth once again. Chris put his hands on Aaron's head, more gently this time, and began riding up and down Joey's shaft. "Oh God yes Tigg," he groaned, "this is all for you. Aaaaahh!" Joey began bucking up into him harder, and he closed his eyes to concentrate on the pleasure he was feeling. He was good and loosened up now, and every thrust of the fat shaft into his guts brought a wave of pleasure. He rubbed his hands over Aaron's back, feeling the muscles flex as he bobbed his head up and down and squirmed in response to Dave's pounding. Occasionally his hands would slide over Dave's as the blocky top gripped and caressed, both of them pleasuring Aaron in their own way. He was making muffled groans around Chris's cock as Dave began slamming into him harder and harder. Eventually the pounding was too much: he couldn't keep sucking Chris with Dave ramming him against the bed, and he let the cock out of his mouth.
"Oh God Dave, fuck me! Fuckin' ram me bro! Jesus, harder!" Both he and Dave were sweating now, and Chris jerked his cock hard at the sight; this was hotter than any porno he'd ever watched.
He could hear Joey grunting behind him and felt hands gripping his hips, slamming him down onto the monster cock's root. Each thrust of the massive shaft made him want more, and he raised and lowered his buttocks in a frenzy to get the pounding he craved. "Fuck, that ass is tight!" Joey grunted, "Take my cock Chris--I'm gonna fuckin' baste your hole!" Joey was panting heavily; he sounded close.
Riding the wave of raw sex, Chris let go and just went with the moment like he never had before. "Pound him Dave! Make him shoot his load! God--I'm gonna blow my wad just watching you, you're so fucking hot. Aaron, you're making me blow, I'm gonna, I'm---aaaaahhhh! AH! AHHH!!" He didn't even try to hold back as he jacked himself off--he wanted to paint Aaron with his cum, mark him as his own. A watery jet squirted out, then another and another as he laid tracks across Aaron's shoulders and ass; the farthest one hitting Dave's abs to trickle down into his black pubes. "Take it Aaron, take it!" he panted, "Cum for me!"
Even as his orgasm started winding down, Joey's started. He whimpered as Joey began ramming him at top speed, forcing thicker globs of jizz out of his cock to run down his fingers. Joey gave a heroic thrust up, bouncing Chris halfway off him, and let out a yell as he blew. He could feel Joey's whole body spasm underneath him and his cock swell even further, and then the sloppy warmth of a fresh load spilling inside him. "Nnnnnghhaaaahhfuuuuck!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Joey chanted as he unloosed, and Chris shivered as his hole was filled to overflowing.
He was distracted from his and Joey's waning orgasms by Aaron's increasingly frantic cries as he pushed back hard into Dave, hands clenched in the sheets to give himself leverage. "Harder Dave! Fuck me man, fuck me--I'm gonna nut!! Stroke my dick bro!"
Dave was slapping hard against his smooth ass, and Chris could imagine what Aaron was feeling. He hadn't realized how hot it would be to watch Aaron in this animal frenzy, and even though he'd just gotten off he wanted to take part. He grabbed his thick blond hair and pulled his head back, forcing Aaron to look up at him while Dave pounded him from behind. Their eyes met. "Come for me Tigg--blow your load," he urged, just as Dave gave him the reach-around he'd asked for. Aaron had just enough time to smile briefly and nod, and then Dave's strokes pushed him over the edge. With a wail he began bucking his hips uncontrollably, then buried his face in the bed while he screamed in pleasure. Dave rammed him savagely as he came, driving his smooth frame against the bed again and again. "Oh God yes!! AAAHHGOD YES! AAHHHH!!! AHH!! Aahhh!" His voice faded into unintelligible whimpers as he finished coming; Chris could see the spasms rippling through his muscles.
Less than 30 seconds later Dave pulled out of Aaron's hole. With a strangled roar he grabbed his deep red shaft and began stroking furiously as ropes of thick white goo splattered everywhere. Chris watched mesmerized as Dave painted Aaron's back and ass, while his boyfriend continued to weakly grind his hips against the bed in the last echoes of orgasm. "Fuck yeah," Chris heard him mutter, "baste my ass Dave." All the times they'd had sex Aaron had been the confident initiator; it wasn't until now that Chris realized how much he enjoyed being a recipient. He filed the thought away for later.
Dave's strokes slowed as he finished getting off. His hand was covered in spooge that was running between his fingers and dripping into his balls--it was an impressive load Chris had to admit. The burly wrestler sank to his knees and collapsed on top of Aaron, giving him a brief cum-slicked hug. "That was awesome dude," he panted, his face still red with exertion.
"You were great big boy." Aaron looked straight up at Chris. "That was really fucking hot."
The four of them stayed in their positions for another minute or two, and then Chris became aware that Joey was starting to soften inside him. He lifted himself off the smaller man with a grunt as his ass was left empty, and then collapsed on the bed next to him. Dave and Aaron stood up too, Dave grinning as he wiped at the cum smearing his chest and groin. "I think we need a shower dude."
Aaron laughed. "You think? Better hope we don't clog the drain. Don't go away boys--" he pointed at Joey and Chris, "--we'll be right back." The two of them headed into the bathroom, smiles on their faces.
"Hey!" Joey shouted, "toss me a cum rag will you? Your boy made a mess over here." He winked at Chris as Aaron tossed him a wet washcloth and closed the door. "Shit man," he said, wiping his groin where Chris had leaked, "I haven't gotten off like that in a while. Your ass is hella tight." He grinned, and Chris blushed hard.
"Uh, thanks?" Chris didn't know quite how to react to this frank talk: he and Aaron didn't say stuff like this after they'd had sex. Joey handed him the washcloth and he covered his confusion by mopping up his own load as best he could, not entirely sure what to say.
"Sorry man, kinda crude. The wrestling team isn't a real PC environment, ya know?" Joey grinned at him ruefully. "And me and Dave and Aaron are kinda used to each other, sexwise." He stood up and pulled his boxer briefs back on. "Wanna drink? I'm gonna make some screwdrivers."
"Sure, yeah, thanks. No, I know." Chris tried desperately to play it cool as Joey mixed up the cocktails. "I mean, I know you guys hook up all the time and stuff, it's cool."
"Well yeah, we did, but you know...." Joey was focused on adding vodka to the cups.
"Know what?..." Chris was confused.
Joey finished his assembly and plunked back on the bed, handing him a full glass. "You know: we haven't done anything with Aaron since...mmm...like September. This was the first time in weeks." Chris must've looked surprised, because Joey's eyebrows shot up. "Dude, did you think we were hooking up with him all semester?" He took a drink.
Chris tasted his own and coughed: it was practically orange-flavored vodka. "Well, yeah, I just figured--I mean, he told me you guys hooked up all the time, so..." Chris just shrugged. He hadn't wanted to ask, afraid of seeming too pushy--or of what the answer might be.
Joey shook his head. "No way dude. He's like way way way into you. Will not shut the fuck up about the dinner you fixed him, or what good back rubs you give, or what a nice cock you have..." He laughed as Chris choked on his drink. "Just fuckin' with you a little bit there. But seriously, you were begging me to fuck your brains out ten minutes ago--and now you're worried I know about the shower handy you gave him last week?" He cocked one eyebrow. Chris turned even brighter red, remembering it vividly: they'd almost run out of hot water. Joey gave him a companionable pat on the thigh. "Relax bro: he's all yours. I'm the one who suggested tonight after he told me you like a big dick from time to time. And he made me promise we'd bail if you weren't into it. Which clearly was not a problem." He grinned and gave Chris's limp dick a quick squeeze. "This is just sex man--nothing to do with the thing you've got going. So drink up." He raised his cup and they toasted, then sipped quietly in thought while Joey scrolled through the TV channels.
A few minutes later there was a burst of muffled laughter from the bathroom, and then the door opened up to let a freshly-scrubbed Dave emerge. "Smartass," he said over his shoulder, then padded over to the bed and pulled on his boxers. He gave Joey a quick kiss. "I'm gonna order some room service. You guys want anything?" They both shook their heads, letting Dave call down for a couple of burgers.
Aaron emerged, dirty blond hair freshly styled (at which Chris rolled his eyes internally), then pulled on his boxers and plunked down on the unoccupied bed; Chris thought he looked incredibly sexy, and suspected Aaron knew it.
"Wanna share a burger?" Aaron patted a space next to him on the bed and waggled his eyebrows. Yeah, he knew what he was doing. But who was Chris to resist? He pulled his own boxers back on and settled in next to the wrestler, who promptly snuggled up next to him.
"How can you actually eat anything? We just had that huge dinner!" Aaron reached across him to take a swallow from his drink. "Hey! That's mine you mooch!"
"Sex makes me hungry, what can I say?" He growled. "Aaron hungry! And I'm lettin' you have some burger, so you can share this--" he choked on his first sip "--shitty cocktail that someone made."
"Pussy," said Joey. He gave them both a dirty look and then finished his in one last gulp. "You make the next one then, Mr. Fancy Drinks."
Dave got off the phone and the four of them continued to shoot the shit and drink some more while they waited for their food. Eventually room service showed up with their burgers ("Not bad," Dave pronounced); it wasn't until after the waiter had left that Chris realized it was pretty obvious what they'd been up to. Oh well, too late now, he thought. Plus, the whole time they'd been lying there Aaron had been lightly running his hands over him--nothing overt, just absentmindedly playing with his sparse chest hairs a little, or running a fingertip around his belly button, but it had had an effect. His mind was less on the waiter and more on his boyfriend. Who even managed to look good finishing the last of his burger--Chris bit his lower lip thoughtfully as he watched.
Aaron swallowed the last bite. "Watcha thinkin' about?"
"Mmm...nothing." Chris rubbed the back of his hand against Aaron's chest, brushing one nipple.
"Nothing huh?" Aaron grinned and slid his palm across Chris's stomach, following the treasure trail down to his waistband. The front of his boxers were already puffed up, and Chris could feel himself swelling with anticipation. Sure enough, a few seconds later his cock hit critical size and flopped up to point towards his belly. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Joey and Dave watching; Dave's thumb was working on the growing bulge in Joey's crotch, a wet spot blooming from where his head was outlined.
Aaron's hand slid down an inch to let his fingertips start tracing the ridge around his glans. Chris let out a little sigh as he smeared the first droplets of precum around the sensitive skin. "That feels like something. What's making you so horny, huh?"
"Mmm..." Chris rocked his hips a little in encouragement. "Just remembering the night I moved in." He exhaled deeply as Aaron's palm slid along his shaft, fingers tickling his balls. God, he was so horny again. To his left Dave had fished Joey's shaft out of his briefs and was jacking it slowly while the two of them watched him and Aaron.
"Mmmm...." Aaron's beard was tickling the sensitive skin on the side of his neck as he nuzzled him. Chris loved it when he did that, and he turned his neck to expose himself. "You looked so hot, lying there with cum all over your belly...." His mouth moved lower, to Chris's shoulder, licking as it went. "I wanted to suck your cock the moment I saw you. There was no way I was gonna pass that up." He took one nipple in his mouth and teased it to hardness with his teeth, while his hand wrapped around Chris's shaft and began stroking.
"Me too," Chris panted, "I couldn't wait to suck your cock. You tasted so good. Unnnnhhh..." Aaron's hand felt so good rubbing him like that. He was leaking just enough to keep the friction from being too bad. When Aaron bit his nipple more forcefully he let out a short grunt of pleasure, and his cock released another healthy portion of liquid. "I wanna suck you right now, just like that night." He reached down and squeezed Aaron through the thin material of his boxers; the cloth was already wet where his rod tented it up.
Aaron gave a grunt and flexed his dick instinctively at the pressure. "Fuck yeah." His voice was hoarse. "I wanna suck you off so bad." His mouth moved down and he flicked his tongue over Chris's abs, then looked up at him and gave a grin. "Of course we weren't just sucking each other off that night...."
Chris remembered. Brad had just taken his cherry and he'd been lying there in a post-orgasmic stupor when Aaron had climbed on top of him, lapping up his semen wherever he found it. Chris had been hesitant to return the favor when Aaron first started sucking him, but the sight and smell of a hard, jizz-coated cock hovering just above his mouth had been irresistible and his instincts had taken over. The flavor and scent had swept his inhibitions away, and he'd eagerly swallowed as much as he could manage. He also remembered the sight of Brad's pink shaft sliding into Aaron's hole right above his face, and the fresh juice Aaron had released with a groan as Brad entered his ass. "Mmm...yeah...." There was a pause as they both got completely naked again so they could 69. "Joey, Aaron needs you to fuck him." Chris didn't usually use language like that, but the thought of taking Aaron's load in his mouth while his friend's fat shaft was buried up his ass left him shaky with lust. He pulled Aaron on top of him and hoovered up his cock, greedy for its taste.
"Uhhhuuhhnn..." Aaron's head flopped down briefly into Chris's crotch as the warm suction enveloped him. "Dave," he gasped, "Chris too. Mmmmhhhnnn...yeah babe, fuck yeah, just like that.... Dave, fuck him until he comes." With that Aaron turned his attention to going down on Chris, eager to return the pleasure he was receiving.
Chris barely noticed as hands moved their bodies around until they were sideways on the bed, his feet hanging off the edge. The taste and feel of Aaron's slick meat sliding into his mouth was what he was hungry for, and he wrapped his arms around the jock's torso to pull their bodies closer together. Aaron's mouth felt so good as it worked its magic on him, and he strove to match it. He had just taken Aaron's balls in his mouth, tonguing and suckling on their smooth flesh, when he noticed Joey's lube-coated fingers teasing the hole right above him. He reached up and grabbed Aaron's ass cheeks to spread them apart, and heard Joey mutter "Fuck yeah, open him up for me bro." Two fingers slid into Aaron's hole, and Chris heard him groan around his cock. He moved his mouth back down to take Aaron's head into his mouth again, just in time to catch the fresh precum that Joey's fingers were milking out. He gave a happy grunt of contentment at the taste, ramping up his suction to get everything Aaron had.
He was soon distracted however: he felt Dave lift his ankles up until they were resting on his broad shoulders, and then cold wetness at his hole. Before he could react Dave was pressing a thumb against his pucker, demanding he open up. The rough pad circled his tender flesh and he groaned at the stimulation, knees spreading instinctively. He would've begged Dave to fuck him then and there, but Aaron's penis filled his mouth and there was no way he was letting that go. So instead he just groaned and bucked his hips, hoping Dave would know what to do.
Certainly Joey did: he saw the fat head pressing into Aaron's hole above him, and then the cock in his mouth swelled as Joey's shaft began inching inside. Aaron's hands clenched his ass in pleasure as he was taken from behind, and he made muffled whimpers as Joey sank into him. Chris lapped up the fresh goo coming from Aaron's prick as fast as he could.
And then Dave was pressing into him and it was his own cock leaking in pleasure. Dave wasn't as big as Joey, but he was plenty big enough, and Chris groaned happily as he was stretched back open. He moaned and rocked his hips, simultaneously easing Dave's entry and thrusting deeper into Aaron's greedy mouth. The warm shaft pumping inside him, the wet mouth surrounding him--the pleasure was unbelievable, and he let out a muffled shout as Aaron's cock slid into the back of his throat. He was in a cocoon of pleasure, masculine flesh around and in him everywhere, and he couldn't get enough. The only thing that would be better would be the taste of Aaron's orgasm; he sucked as hard and as well as he could to get Aaron off.
It seemed to be working, because Aaron's muffled cries increased in intensity while his mouth attacked Chris with renewed enthusiasm. He was pushing back into Joey's thrusts with enthusiasm now--or as much as he could while staying in Chris's mouth. Chris half-realized he was doing the same: he couldn't move as much as Aaron, but he clenched his ass around Dave's cock on every stroke, milking it. It was working too: Dave was pounding him with increasing vigor, grunting as he picked up speed. "Fuck, your hole feels good Chris," he panted.
"You like that ass, babe?" Joey was panting too, balls slapping into Chris's forehead.
"Jesus yeah, he's tight. Gonna fuckin' nut soon...nnnnghhh...nhhhh...nhhh...." Dave picked up speed and Chris moaned in time with his rhythm. He was so close now, and he could taste that Aaron was too.
"Me too." Joey started ramming into Aaron in earnest, both of them whimpering as he slammed in balls-deep. "Take that fuckin' cock Aaron...mmphhh...take it bro...." Chris renewed his grip on Aaron's ass, pulling the cheeks farther apart in invitation, and Joey obliged by ramping up athletically. Aaron gave a high-pitched muffled sound and then stiffened--and suddenly warm salty jets of protein were coating Chris's tongue. He gulped them down, barely aware of the excess spilling from the sides of his mouth, or Joey's high-pitched "Uuhhh!"s as he thrust harder and faster into Aaron's ass.
Dave's pounding got his attention though. Chris was already reveling in the taste of Aaron's load, and the feeling of a fat cock pounding his ass was just what he craved to make it perfect. He arched his back and pulled Aaron's sweaty body tight against his, equally eager to take Dave's load and feed Aaron his own. He could feel his balls draw up and he slid his hands over Aaron's torso harder and faster, signaling that he was going over the edge. When Dave's cock started pulsing inside him and the dark-haired stud let out a loud "Oooohhh fuuuuck!!" that was the final push. Chris's hips bucked uncontrollably as he came inside Aaron's mouth, his asshole spasming with pleasure around Dave's shaft. Each thrust stretched it open even while it tried to squeeze shut, intensifying his orgasm and triggering Dave's own. He felt the thatch of black pubes grinding into his taint as Dave let out a howl and blasted deep inside him. He was lost in sensation: the taste and smell of Aaron's crotch as salty jism drained down his throat; Aaron's warm mouth caressing his cock head as he came; Dave's meat stretching him open and filling him up with its liquid warmth--it was all to much, and all he could do was roll with it and revel in it. At some point he was vaguely aware of Joey getting his: half-heard gasps of pleasure as his hips slapped into Aaron's meaty ass. But mostly Chris was too overwhelmed with the pleasure his own body was giving him to notice. He pressed his face as far into Aaron's furry crotch as he could manage, desperate for more, even as Aaron took him completely into his mouth to capture every drop he could produce. It was heaven.
When they finally broke apart it was all at once: Joey and Aaron collapsing on either side of him, while Dave pitched backwards onto the other bed. "...Holy shit," Aaron panted, "that was...something else."
"You got that right," Dave replied. "Your boy's got all the ass, and then some." He sounded wiped out.
"Damn straight he does," Aaron replied, and gave Chris a weak slap on the stomach. "Holy shit babe, that was awesome." He looked up at Chris and grinned, a trickle of semen visible at the corner of his mouth.
Joey gave a weak groan. "Damn A, I forgot how much you like gettin' spit roasted. I thought you were gonna squeeze my dick off for a second there." His fingers ruffled Chris's hair affectionately, just to show he was included in the post-game recap. "Chris got you going goooood...." He grinned down, and Chris couldn't help giving a small smile back; he felt a little bubble of pride in his chest at the idea of getting Aaron so worked up.
"Yeah," Aaron said, tired but content-sounding, "that he did." He looked up at Chris and winked. "That he did."
The four of them lay there for a few minutes more, and then it was Joey who finally clambered up and flopped into bed next to Dave. No one had to say anything: it was clear they were all ready for some shuteye. Chris rolled over and felt Aaron spoon up against him. Enveloped in his muscular warmth and the masculine smell of sex he drifted off to sleep.
Sometime during the night he woke up to the sensation of Aaron entering him from behind. He sighed sleepily at the familiar warmth and pleasure, stroking his cock slowly in time to the rhythm in his ass. Neither one of them were in a hurry, and it was some time before Aaron began moving more urgently. When he began whimpering in Chris's ear it was clear he was close, and Chris sped up his hand to come at the same time; a few minutes later they did, moaning faintly in unison. The last few orgasms had drained Chris's balls pretty thoroughly, but there was enough coating his fingers to keep Aaron busy cleaning up for a few minutes while he slowly softened. Chris smiled as they drifted back to sleep: their activity must've started something in the other bed, because the last thing he remembered hearing was Joey quietly grunting "Harder Davey. Harder babe...."
The next morning he floated half-awake as he felt Aaron leave the bed; various sounds of people showering and getting ready followed for some time. Finally he felt someone shaking him and he reluctantly rolled over and opened his eyes to see Aaron above him, fully dressed and wearing that flannel shirt Chris liked so much. "Time to get up, birthday boy." He smiled. "Dave's in the shower; Joey and I are going to go hit the Starbucks. We'll see you in a few. ARISE!!" he boomed in his deepest voice.
Chris couldn't resist a chuckle. "On it." He sat up. "See you in a few."
Aaron leaned over to give him a more-than-casual kiss. "You betcha." He broke away. "C'mon Joey! Today we hunt the grande mochachino!" Fist raised he bounced out of the room, an eye-rolling Joey in tow, leaving Chris to channel surf while he waited for the bathroom to free up.
Dave emerged a few minutes later, toweling his shaggy hair; he looked tired but relaxed and Chris couldn't resist taking a minute to admire his rugged physique. He felt a little guilty at checking out another guy, but it wasn't like Aaron hadn't enthusiastically enjoyed Dave's body himself last night. "Bathroom's all yours man. The Dynamic Duo out getting us coffees?"
"Yeah, they just took off. I think Aaron already had some."
Dave chuckled. "Nah. You know him: he's just plain terrifying in the morning--worse than Joey."
Chris grinned. "Yeah, that's my Tigger."
Dave laughed. "Oh my God, that's awesome! Fuckin' Tigger man...." He was still chuckling as Chris headed into the bathroom to make himself presentable.
When he emerged the guys still weren't back, so he joined Dave on the bed to watch some "Archer." "Okay, now I'm ready for some food."
"Yeah, me too," Dave said. He looked over at Chris, a faint smile crooking his face. "Late night huh, birthday boy?"
Chris felt his face warm, but he had to smile. "Yeah, that's for sure."
"You were fuckin' hot man--Joey and I would party with you again anytime you want."
"Uh, cool. Thanks." He wasn't entirely sure what to say. Getting it on with multiple guys at once was hotter than he'd imagined, and he liked Dave and Joey, but Aaron was his priority. "But y'know, Aaron's kinda--well, we're kinda...."
Dave patted his thigh. "Nah, I know man. I'm not talking anything serious, just having some fun sometimes. We'd never fuck with your guys' thing." He paused, face serious. "You just about broke his heart when you had that big fight you know. I mean, Aaron never, ever gets upset, not even when his grandma died, but he called me up bawling. I don't wanna lay a guilt trip on you or anything; I'm just saying you're kind of a big deal to him."
Chris nodded and fidgeted with his hands, feeling sad at the memory. "Yeah, I know. I was just really mad, y'know. Not just at him, but..." he gestured around the room, "...everything. I kinda took it out on him."
"Yeah, I know." Dave sighed. "And I don't really blame you. I mean, Joey and Aaron and I stumbled on those pills by accident, and what were we gonna do but roll with it, right? You were kinda shanghaied. I'd be mad too. Hell, sometimes I was." He paused. "But if I hadn't taken that pill Joey would just be some friend I roomed with instead of, well, the best thing that ever happened to me." He cleared his throat self-consciously. "I mean, I know he can be a handful sometimes, but I really do love the little fucker."
"Yeah...Aaron's pretty great too. It's just...dating a guy is not something my family is gonna be cool with. I mean, I'm not gonna dump him because of it, but I don't really know how I'm gonna deal with it either." Chris sighed.
"Hey, give 'em a chance man. My family was cool about it once the dust settled, and Joey's has been too." He gave a half smile. "To be honest, I think his mom's less upset that he sucks dick than that he's not sucking a Jewish one...." Dave paused. "But seriously, our families have all been cool, so don't give up on yours." He gripped Chris's shoulder. "No stress, okay?"
"Sure." Chris was far from convinced, but knowing things had worked out for Dave and Joey lightened his mood a bit. He resolved to shake it off and save the worrying for another time.
Just then the door opened to admit Aaron and Joey, Starbucks bags in hand. "Thought you guys had gotten lost out there," Dave said.
"Nah," Joey said, "coffee place was just packed. It's cold as fuck out there. Here," he handed Dave a bag, "gotcha a latte and a blueberry muffin."
"Mmmm...love those muffins. Thanks babe."
"And for you," Aaron announced, "I have brought the finest bear claw in all the land. Plus cocoa."
Chris took the bag, smiling. Aaron knew he was a sucker for hot chocolate, and he opened his bag eagerly. "Thanks Tigg."
By the time they finished their food it was time to check out, so they grabbed their gear (now lighter by one bottle of vodka) and headed out. Dave and Joey had driven, so the four of them squeezed into the old Honda for the ride home. Coffees or not, they were all fairly tired after the previous night's activities, and it was a quiet trip. When Dave dropped them off at the house they all got out and swapped hugs; as they did Dave whispered in his ear "Take care of my boy, 'kay?" Chris nodded. He would.
The house was empty when they entered, the rest of the guys apparently out and about, and they trudged up to the stairs in silence. When they got to Aaron's room the wrestler walked in and jerked his head for Chris to follow. "C'mere."
Chris had halfway planned to do just that anyway: Aaron's room was bigger, and more often than not that was where they spent their time. But he hadn't even dropped the duffel in his own room yet. He raised his eyebrows: "Whats up?"
"Jeez you're a pain in the ass. C'mere." Aaron grabbed his hand and pulled him in, grinning. "I got something for you."
Chris followed. "Aw c'mon Tigg, you don't have to do that. Last night was more than enough." He'd meant the dinner, then blushed as he realized he meant the rest too. God, Aaron was bringing out the sex fiend in him. He realized that he was feeling a little horny again just thinking about last night.
"I know, I know." Aaron had already turned away to root in his bureau; when he faced Chris again he had a small, dark blue cardboard box in one hand. "But you're only 21 once right? So here." He held out the box, blue eyes sparkling with excitement.
Chris took it, stomach fluttering suddenly. He'd gotten birthday presents before of course, but this was different. It...meant something. He opened the box to reveal a silver chain, thin but made of knuckled links--it was stylish and rugged at the same time. "Oh man...." He lifted it up; it was clearly meant for his neck. "This is so cool. Wow."
"Here, lemme make sure it fits. I had to guess a little." Aaron was practically vibrating as Chris handed him the chain to put it on; it fit perfectly as Aaron clasped it at the back of his neck. "Cool. I think it's good."
Chris turned around and hugged him as hard as he could. "It's perfect Tigg, thank you." He breathed in deep, purely happy for the first time since...a very long time. "You're the best," he whispered.
Aaron pulled away slightly to look him in the face while holding their torsos tight together. "So are you." His face was alight. "Glad you like it."
"Absolutely." Chris couldn't resist a smile of his own while he rubbed noses. He knew it was corny, but at that precise moment he didn't care. He could've spent an hour pressed against Aaron like this; sweet and sexy in equal measure, he was a better package than Chris felt he deserved. Like a winning lottery ticket found on the sidewalk.
"So...good birthday?..." Aaron smiled the question.
"Oh yeah." Chris pulled him tighter. So happy.
"You get everything you wanted?" Aaron wiggled his hips a little, and his smile took on a roguish tilt.
"Mmm...mostly...." Chris was feeling a little naughty himself.
"Mostly?!!" Aaron's blond eyebrows shot up in mock outrage. "You are one greedy fucker. What exactly did I forget, Mr. Wants-It-All?"
"Well...I was thinking...it'd be nice to, uh,..." Chris felt his face heating, and mentally kicked himself for choking every time it came to sex--thanks, Mom and Dad. But he was also at a loss for words: "fuck your brains out" wasn't romantic enough, but "make love to you" sounded like something out of a cheesy romance novel his mom would read. "You know,..." he slid his hands down and grabbed Aaron's ass; God it was tight. He could already feel a twinge in his groin. "Do...what you do?..." he floundered. He slid his hands into the cleft of Aaron's jeans, desperately hoping his boyfriend would take the hint.
Aaron's look of confusion lasted a few seconds longer, then suddenly cleared. "Ohhhh! You want to try the top bunk?"
Chris exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding and pressed his forehead to Aaron's. "Yeah. I mean, if you want...."
Aaron's hand wrapped around the base of his skull and tilted his head in for a deep kiss. When it ended they were both breathing deeply, and Chris could feel the lumps in their jeans rubbing together. "Oh yeah," Aaron breathed, "absolutely." He pulled their lips together to renew the kiss, opening his mouth to invite Chris's tongue in. His voice when they broke free was hoarse: "Anything you want. Do it."
Chris moved his mouth to one side, lips passing across Aaron's cropped beard to nuzzle his neck. All the things Aaron did to him that made him feel so good and he was just now realizing that Aaron probably wanted the same thing. He mentally kicked himself for his selfishness, but then shook it off: right now he had some lost time to make up for. Nibbling on an earlobe he whispered "I want to do all the things you like." He sucked on the flesh behind the ear and Aaron let out a throaty sigh; his cock was a rock pressing against Chris's groin.
Chris grunted back and let his tongue glide down the muscles in Aaron's neck while his fingers worked the buttons in his shirt. Aaron's hands were fumbling to pull his sweatshirt over his head, while one foot kicked the door shut behind him; Chris spared a moment to admire his coordination before returning to licking: down through the sparse hairs on his sternum and then over to his right nipple. When he captured it between his front teeth and bit lightly Aaron gave a satisfied grunt and pulled his head in closer. He didn't say a word, but the way he arched his back told Chris everything he needed to know.
Chris took the opportunity to move his hands lower and fumble with the belt buckle, while Aaron wriggled out of his shirt. He got free at the same time that Chris unbuttoned his fly, then grasped denim and underwear both to pull them down. Aaron's pink cock flew free and Chris rapidly tongued down Aaron's torso, over the ridges of his abs, along his treasure trail, and then to one side to begin lapping at the crease where his pubic hair faded away. He'd always loved the scent and taste of being deep in Aaron's groin, but now he was hungry for it. He pushed the blond's body until he tipped backwards onto the bed, both of them breathing deeply now. They each took a minute to get out of their shoes and pants, Aaron smiling with pleasure at the sight of Chris freeing his stiffy, and then Chris was back on his knees between Aaron's legs. The flat of his tongue lapped at the edge of Aaron's groin, the smell of cock and precum strong in his nostrils. Aaron groaned as the tip of Chris's tongue tickled his smooth balls. "Oh yeah babe, lick my balls. So fuckin' hot," Aaron whispered loudly. He lifted his legs up to rest his feet on Chris's shoulders, then gave a drawn-out moan as Chris's mouth enveloped his sack while his hands rubbed up his sides. "Ohhhh....fuck yeah....."
Chris knew how much Aaron loved this; every time he'd done it he could feel the jock's balls churn. But he remembered the night before, and knew what he wanted to do. Releasing the meaty globes he let the tip of his tongue trace lower, following the faint ridge at the underside of the scrotum. At first Aaron just breathed heavily, but when Chris started dipping lower into his taint and it became clear where he was headed he threw his head back in anticipation and arousal. "Oh Jesus...yes...do it babe...."
Chris had always hesitated before this point--the idea of putting his tongue into someone's ass just made him instinctively flinch. But he'd had many opportunities to experience how good it could feel, and last night had brought home how much Aaron enjoyed it too. And now that he was going lower, tongue gliding over flesh that was smooth, then wrinkled, he realized there was nothing to worry about. Aaron's ass tasted...different, but that was all. And it gave him a thrill to see the effect he was having: just the first tentative flicks of his tongue's tip across Aaron's hole had made the jock suck in his breath, and as soon as he started lapping in earnest at the wrinkled skin Aaron started groaning like never before. The sounds made him hard as a rock and wanting more; he pressed his hands against the back of Aaron's lightly-furred thighs and pushed up, eager now to see how far he could push this.
Aaron let out a strained "yes" and pulled his knees up and out, spreading his hole wider. Chris dove in, lapping vigorously now, and was rewarded with a drawn out "AAAAaaaahhhh" as the flat of his tongue began lapping up and down across sensitive pink flesh. Aaron began panting in time to the sensation of rough muscle scraping across his hole, and Chris could see his balls pulling up, smell the precum dripping inches from his mouth. His own cock twitched in response, and he didn't have to touch himself to know he was leaking: he could feel a cool stripe on the underside of his shaft where liquid trickled down it.
But that wasn't important now. He'd spent hours of ecstasy while Aaron did this to him, and he wanted to pay that back. He began to tentatively dip his tongue in deeper, probing Aaron's musky recesses more thoroughly, and the effect was immediate. Aaron's head began rocking from side to side, and he began groaning without interruption. "Ohhhh...Gaaaaawd...yes! Oh God Chris! FFFFUUUCCCKK, yes, right there! Oooooooohhhhh fuuuuuck!" Each new exclamation was accompanied by a spasm in the muscles around Chris's tongue, and he began aggressively pushing deeper into them, eager to see what he could do. He was deep in, Aaron's hands pulling him tight, when he thought to try moving his tongue up and down instead of just in and out. Curling the tip up deep inside proved to be just the thing: Aaron gave a yelp and began bucking against him. "Aaaahaauuhhhnnngghhh...Oh God, eat my hole! Deeper! Deeper!! Yes, just like that!! AAAHHH!!" Aaron's head snapped from side to side as Chris pressed in, his sphincter quivering around the invading tongue. Chris could feel it opening up to him and he buried his tongue as far as it would go until his nose was mashed into Aaron's taint, bumping up against his tightening balls. He tightened his grip on Aaron's lightly-furred ass cheeks and pried them apart to open the jock's hole that last little bit, freeing his tongue to rub and caress more deeply. The noises Aaron made were no longer coherent: just wordless moans and occasional yelps as Chris made some move that was extra pleasurable. His hips were thrusting almost continuously, squirming to match the warm mouth working him over, and Chris had to tighten his grip to maintain contact. He could pick up the unmistakable scent of fresh precum mixing with the meatier aroma of fresh ball sweat and the tang of ass and he growled in arousal, shaking his head back and forth in an effort to bury himself even deeper. Aaron shrieked when Chris's stubble began raking his hole, and buried his hands in his thick black hair, pulling him in tight. Chris's mind was a jumble of sensations as he explored Aaron's body in this new way, reveling in his ability to give this pleasure.
Finally though he had to catch his breath and pulled away, panting deeply as he wiped his mouth. Aaron lifted his head long enough for Chris to read his face, and there was no question what to do next. He clambered to his feet, Aaron's calves still resting on his shoulders, ready to sink into the pink warmth in front of him. "Lube," Aaron panted, and Chris gave a start. Idiot, he thought.
"Sorry," he mumbled, and let Aaron's legs drop down while he rooted through the bedside table. There was the bottle--nearly empty, part of his brain noted. Time to get more.
"No worries, I almost forgot too." Aaron grinned as he moved around until his head was resting on the pillows in a more normal position. "You are a very distracting young man."
Chris grinned back as he hopped onto the bed to place Aaron's ankles back on his shoulders. "You too," he said, smiling as he drizzled clear gel on his shaft. Now that he'd made up his mind he wanted to do this he could hardly wait to sink into Aaron's meaty ass. He took the time to put a dollop of goo on his fingers though--Aaron was always so careful to make sure he was ready, and he'd never want to do less. They were barely sinking in before Aaron flexed his hips while his cock spasmed.
His eyes closed in pleasure, the blond jock licked his lips while his hands slid over his torso. "Mmmmnnnggh...that's enough with the fingers. I need to get fucked babe." He arched his back as Chris removed them. "Slide that cock in there."
Chris scooted forwards until his swollen head was pressed firmly against the smooth flesh of Aaron's sphincter, already half buried. "You sure?" he panted. The warm slick rubbing against his glans was already driving him nuts, and he was having trouble holding back.
"Oh Gooood, yes," Aaron panted, "I promise you'll go in fine. Just do it already." He opened his eyes to lock his gaze with Chris, demanding satisfaction.
"Okay," Chris said somewhat hesitantly. And then he remembered: Joey. Right, Aaron would do just fine with a more normal-sized dick. With that he slid in, matching Aaron's long pleasure-filled moan as the warm sleeve of the wrestler's guts enveloped his entire shaft. The supple warmth was utterly different than a hand or mouth, and he had to fight the urge to ram in to the hilt. He hadn't understood until now how much self-control it took Aaron to be gentle when they started, and he felt a surge of gratitude.
Soon enough his hips were pressed tight against Aaron's; he was as far in as he could go. He leaned forward and down to put his mouth against his boyfriend's. There was a pained grunt as his groin accidentally bore down on the wrestler's vulnerable balls. "Sorry," he muttered, pulling back briefly as Aaron rearranged himself.
The blond beard split in a smile. "Worth it," he whispered, and pulled Dave down to kiss him. Their mouths met and Chris could taste coffee as his tongue slid in. The soft warmth surrounding his tongue and cock contrasted with the the hard angles of Aaron's body underneath him: the muscular thighs where his chest rested, the ridges of his rib cage against his forearms, the taught strength of his ass quivering against his hips. It was the most natural thing in the world to start rocking his hips, rubbing against the body beneath him in every way possible, a mirror image of his usual role. Aaron's hands tangled in his hair, locking their mouths together, and he whimpered with need as Chris began to move inside him. Chris answered with his own sounds as Aaron clamped down on his cock, the pressure on his shaft increasing his sensitivity to the slick warmth caressing its length. Instinct took over, his desire for more pleasure paramount, and his strokes lengthened and became harder; he could hear slapping noises as his hips slammed against Aaron's hole. He was moving too much to maintain the kiss, but Aaron continued to grip his head, locking gazes with him. Chris shifted the angle of his hips slightly, trying to increase the pressure on the top of his sensitive cock head, and bit his lower lip at the increased pleasure. He could tell Aaron enjoyed it too: his eyelids fluttered and his whimpering grew louder. When Chris picked up his pace the wrestler's eyes closed completely and he flung his head back in pleasure. "Oh God, oh God, Chrisssss...fuck me harder! Just like that! AH! AH! AH!" His hands slid off Chris's head to wrap around his neck, pulling them closer.
Chris squeezed his eyes shut in concentration and let his head hang down. The room was cool, but nestled against Aaron he could smell their mingled masculine warmth as they both began sweating lightly. He breathed in deeply; he could smell the pool of precum smeared across Aaron's belly and he could feel an answering twinge of arousal deep in his groin. His cock felt so good he could hardly stand it--all he could think about now was how close he was, and how much he wanted to come inside of Aaron. "Tigg," he grunted, "I'm gonna shoot." His body shook as his orgasm approached; even after last night's activities he could tell it was going to be intense.
"Do it! Fuck, I'm close too! Fuck me!"
"Aaaahhuuunnh!...Tigg! Oh God Aaron! AAAHH!" And with that Chris blew his load. He could tell it wasn't a big one, but it was an incredible experience anyway. He loved the feel of Aaron's body against his anytime, but the novelty of being inside it while he came made this orgasm special, and he reveled in it as his balls tightened and emptied. Aaron's ass was rubbing his cock everywhere: the shaft, the head, and especially the hyper-sensitive ridge; he could hardly stand it, but he never wanted it to stop either. A wordless cry of ecstasy escaped him as he convulsed repeatedly, until the orgasm began to fade and he simply shuddered, panting heavily.
As he returned to his senses he became aware of Aaron again. The wrestler was still moving underneath him, whimpering as he ground up into Chris's body. Chris could see how close he was, and picked up speed again. "Come on Tigg, shoot for me," he breathed.
Aaron nodded and slid one hand between their bodies to jerk himself off. "Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't---AAHHFUUUCK!" Chris felt the jock's ass clamp down, and then warmth splashed against his belly; the smell of fresh cum suddenly strong. Aaron's head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as he came, and Chris leaned in instinctively to lick the sweat off the side of his neck. Aaron gasped at the sensation, and his body bucked as he unleashed one last shot before settling down, breathing heavily.
When Chris sensed they were both done he moved his arms to let Aaron's legs drop off his shoulders, then settled his weight on top of him. He loved these moments after as much during, in their own way: their bodies touching from head to toe, the lazy kissing as Aaron's hands caressed his face, and now the lingering pleasure of resting inside his boyfriend's body. He couldn't keep a wide smile of happiness off his face.
Aaron broke off the kiss and smiled back up at him. "Sooo?..."
Chris knew he was probably grinning like an idiot, but he didn't care. "That was awesome, Tigg. Thank you." He kissed the tip of Aaron's nose.
Aaron touched his cheek. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do that. I've been thinking about it forever."
"Really? I mean, you always seemed to like, uh, the top bunk. I mean, until last night when I saw you really liked the other stuff too."
"Oh yeah, I'm up for anything. If it's with a sexy enough guy." He lifted his head to give Chris a peck on the lips, and the dark-haired jock flushed with pleasure. How had he gotten this lucky? He'd been an idiot to be angry about the way he'd ended up here. Speaking of which...nice as it was, Aaron was probably getting tired of him draped over his body. He pulled his softening cock out of its warm hole and prepared to roll over, but the wrestler tightened his grip to hold him in place.
"Where you going, hmm?"
"Uh, I just thought you might be getting a little squished is all. Sorry."
Aaron laughed. "Usually when I've got a guy lying on top of me he's trying to pin me and generally being a pain in the ass. This is nothing. Plus," his hands slid over the muscles in Chris's torso until they rested in the small of his back, "I like getting squished by you. You're sexy as fuck, you know that right?"
Chris felt his flush deepening. "Thanks Tigg. You too." They kissed softly for a few more minutes, quietly enjoying each other's company for a time before Aaron announced that okay, maybe Chris was getting a bit heavy. They dozed off for a bit after that, bodies tangled together.
When they finally headed to the kitchen some time later to grab dinner they were greeted with a round of applause by Dave, Gabe, and Derrick. Chris ducked his head in embarrassment even as he smiled, but then Aaron took his hand and it didn't matter anymore. He'd gotten the birthday present he wanted.