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It was Saturday and I had walked to the mall to possibly buy a new pair of shoes but after visiting the shoe store decided against it. The shoes weren't as nice as I remembered and I knew I could get something better - and cheaper - somewhere else.
As I was leaving the mall, none other than Cale Edwards was getting out of his car in the parking lot. I felt a weird pang of fear, though I'm not sure why, and then, I'm not sure what, embarrassment? Cale was a smug, entitled jerk and, even though I knew that, I'd still sucked his dick. I even swallowed his load. Why? I couldn't remember at the moment.
"Well, well, well," Cale said, smirking. "Look who it is."
"Hey," I said, not stopping.
"Whoa, whoa, hold up," he said, sounding offended. "Where are you running off to?"
"Home," I said.
Cale nodded. "Uh," he said, as though he was trying to find something to say that would extend the conversation, "what brings you to the mall?"
"I was looking at shoes," I said, turning and walking in the other direction.
"Hey!" he said, calling after me. Again, not completely sure why, maybe just some ingrained need to be polite - the same need that compelled me to blow him? - I stopped and turned around.
"What?" I said.
"Why don't you hang out with me for a bit?" he said, nodding toward the mall entrance. "I'll buy you a burrito from the food court or something."
I thought about it. Maybe he did genuinely want to hang out. Maybe, and I sincerely doubted it, he'd turn out to be an okay guy. I walked toward him.
I accompanied Cale while he shopped for clothes at one of the more expensive stores, and then as he browsed watches and picked out, and bought, one that cost fifteen hundred dollars. The conversation was pretty dull and Cale-focused, his classes at school, the future job and accompanying riches he expected to get after college. He mentioned some equally boring-sounding relatives here and there and as we were getting ready to leave the mall, Cale offering to give me a ride home but me declining and saying I'd catch a bus, he stopped in front of the shoe store and asked me which pair I'd been looking at.
I pointed out the specific pair of sneakers I'd considered buying - skate shoes, brown and green, an asymmetrical design that continued from one shoe to the other rather than the same design being mirrored between two shoes - and he picked them up, took them to the cash register, and paid for them.
He walked back and handed them to me.
"Thanks," I said, "you didn't need to do that." I was actually quite thrilled the buy-or-don't-buy choice had been taken out of my hands. And I hadn't spent a dime!
And then Cale smirked and I knew I'd made a mistake coming into the mall with him.
"Do you really want to thank me?" he said.
We drove back to Cale's house which, like Manny's, seemed to be suspiciously empty, as though neither of them had parents. Cale had his hand on my thigh the entire time we drove. It was a big house, no surprise there, and clean. Nice. He told me to sit on the couch in the living room, which I did and he left the room to put away the stuff he'd bought.
As I sat looking around the room - the framed photos, the giant television - and wondered if I'd be sucking Cale's dick or getting fucked, or both, as a thank you for the shoes the doorbell rang and Cale shouted to me from another room to see if I'd answer it. I shouted back a "Sure!" and got up.
At the door was a perplexed-looking young man with red hair named Ollie who was in my grade at school. We had math together. "Hey," I said, confused.
"Hey," he said back, also confused. "Is Cale here?"
"Yeah," I said, "come on in."
Ollie was a skinny kid. I myself was never going to be mistaken for a football player, but Ollie was rail thin. He looked like he'd blow away in a strong wind. For a moment, I thought maybe he was tutoring Cale in something? Ollie was smart, I knew that. But Cale was two years older than us. That wouldn't make any sense.
My thoughts were interrupted by Cale entering the room and holding up his wrist, "Nate, check it out," he said. It was his new watch.
"Very nice," I said.
"You two know each other?" he said, looking between Ollie and me.
"Yeah, we're in the same math class at school," I said.
"You guys want to join me in the living room?" Cale said and walked away without waiting for an answer. Ollie and I followed, because of course we did.
Cale flopped down on the couch and when we entered, pointed to the area on the other side of the coffee table in front of him. "Why don't you two stand there for a moment?"
Ollie and I looked at each other and then did as we were told, still not sure what was happening, though I was starting to get an idea.
"Nate, you're probably wondering what Ollie is doing here," Cale said, smiling.
"A little bit," I said.
"Well," Cale said, "Ollie here loves to suck a dick, don't you Ollie?"
Ollie immediately turned bright red and looked at me in a bit of a panic. "W-what?" he said.
"Don't be shy, Ollie," Cale said, mock admonishing him. Cale looked at me. "And he likes to get fucked too. And I like fucking him because he's so small he makes me feel huge. You should see my dick going into his ass."
Almost against my will, I started getting an erection, and I knew there was no turning back from this, whatever it ended up being. Cale pointed at the growing tent in my jeans. "I can see that interests you, Nate."
Ollie, a moment ago deathly afraid that his gayness had been exposed to an uninvolved and potentially dangerous third party, now looked at my crotch with mild curiosity, then up at me, his fear draining fast. A smirk similar to Cale's started to form on his face.
"And you as well, Ollie, good," Cale said. He clapped his hands together. "Okay, here's my plan. Instead of Ollie and I having our usual Saturday fuck, I thought we could all have some fun together. What do you guys think?"
Ollie smiled at me. "Yeah," he said. He looked back at Cale, who looked at me expectantly.
I shook my head in disbelief. I didn't like Cale. He had a very punchable face. And I had zero sexual attraction to Ollie, who got way too comfortable way too quickly just now. But - and I knew Cale knew this - I was horny as fuck and I loved me some dick, wherever it came from.
"Sure," I said, still somewhat unable to believe I was agreeing to this.
"Excellent!" Cale said. "Take your clothes off."
Ollie and I stripped and moments later we were standing with our dicks pointing straight at a fully-clothed Cale.
"What about you?" I said.
"I'm just going to watch for a bit, sport," he said. He pointed back and forth between me and Ollie. "Now you guys turn to face each other."
We did.
"Put your hands on each other's asses," Cale said, impatiently, as if he couldn't believe how stupid we were to not already be doing this.
Ollie and I stepped toward each other, pressing our chests together, our dicks jammed straight up between us, and put a hand on each cheek of each other's ass. There wasn't much to grab onto for Ollie but I did my best. Our foreheads were pressed together and Ollie's breathing was a bit ragged, which I realized quickly was from excitement.
"Now kiss," Cale instructed.
Without thinking twice, I stuck my tongue in Ollie's mouth. He wasn't half bad at kissing. He moaned a little the more we kissed, which I appreciated. I could feel his dick leaking precum against my stomach. After a while, it didn't feel natural to have my hands on Ollie's ass, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him close, and Ollie leaned up and wrapped his arms around my neck. It would've been super romantic if it wasn't some geek from my math class that I barely knew. HIs tongue felt good though.
I could hear Cale unzip his fly and undo his belt buckle. I could hear him pull his pants down to his ankles.
I snuck a glance over and Cale was still sitting on the couch, but he had his dick in one hand and was slowly stroking it, watching us. I closed my eyes and went back to kissing Ollie, who was now grinding up against me, his dick rubbing up and down my stomach.
"You like Nate, don't you Ollie?" Cale said.
Ollie mumbled an mm-hm around my tongue.
"You'd let him do anything to you, wouldn't you?"
Ollie mumbled another mm-hm around my tongue.
"What about you, Nate?" Cale said. "Do you like Ollie?"
I wanted to shrug and say, "Sure," but I just mumbled a reciprocal mm-hmm and kept kissing Ollie.
"Would you let him do anything to you?"
I mumbled another mm-hm but it was probably clear from my tone that I was mumbling it with far less abandon than Ollie.
"Start jerking each other off," Cale said.
We moved our hips away from each other so that our bodies made an A-shape, tugging on each other's dicks as we kissed. Ollie's hand felt good, and his dick felt good in my hand.
"No, that's boring," Cale said. "Nate, you like down on the coffee table."
Ollie and I pulled apart, somewhat breathlessly, and I sat down on the bare coffee table, swinging my legs up and then lying down, like I was on an operating table, but nude, and with no idea as to what was about to happen.
"Now Ollie you climb on top and put your dicks in each other's mouths," Cale said.
Ollie got onto the coffee table on all fours, his ass facing me, his dick dangling above my mouth. He immediately grabbed my dick with one of his hands and started sucking me off. I put one hand on his ass and one on his dick and sort of guided it into my mouth. I didn't even have to lift my head or strain my neck to suck him, he dutifully face fucked me where I lay with no instruction necessary.
It was my first sixty-nine and I quickly realized there wasn't a better feeling in the world than sucking a dick while somebody sucked yours. Ollie sucked ravenously, like he was starving and the only thing that would nourish him was my jizz. I started groaning, my groans muffled by Ollie's cock.
"Nate likes that," Cale said, and I could hear the wet fap-fap-fap of him jerking off while he watched us. "See, I knew you two would get along."
I loved the feel of Ollie's dick in my mouth, the taste of it, and there was like an extra little bit of enjoyment that came from knowing someone was watching us, even if it was Cale.
"Ollie," Cale said. "Stick a finger in Nate's ass."
Ollie pulled his mouth from my dick for a split second, stuck one of his fingers in to wet it, and then put his mouth back on my dick and resumed sucking. A split second later I felt his finger slowly enter my asshole.
Did I say a sixty-nine was the greatest feeling in the world? I stand corrected - a sixty-nine while getting fingered is the best feeling in the world. I started groaning so enthusiastically I was almost embarrassed by my eagerness. Cale laughed.
"You too, Nate," Cale said. "Put a finger in Ollie's ass."
I moved my head to the side to encourage Ollie to pull his dick out of my mouth, stuck my index finger in to wet it, and then put Ollie's dick back in. I located his hole and pushed my finger in.
Ollie let out a little yelp that turned me on even more, followed by a series of little moans corresponding to me putting my finger in and taking it out.
"Excellent," Cale said. "But there's a problem."
I was almost delirious with pleasure at this point. I wanted dick - in my mouth, in my ass. I wanted to taste Ollie's jizz. I wanted to fuck him and have him fuck me. I wanted Cale to shoot his load in my mouth and have him and Ollie both fuck me at once. My lust kind of had no target, it was just landing everywhere.
"I'm not sure which one of you I want to fuck," Cale said, and I could hear him get up from the couch and leave the room.
Though I'm sure we were both a bit curious as to see where Cale was going with this, Ollie and I were enjoying our current situation way too much to even slow down. Every once in a while, I could taste a little dribble of salty precum sliding down my tongue.
I heard Cale re-enter the room and say, "Gentlemen."
We both looked at Cale, who was holding something in his hand and it took me a moment to realize it was a surprisingly long double-headed dildo. His other hand held a small container of lube. "Whoever's the most enthusiastic will have the honor of getting fucked first."
Ollie, needing no further information, pulled himself off and out of me, and crawled, still on all fours, to the other side of the coffee table. I sat up, turned over, and assumed the same position, all fours, and, like Ollie, staring at Cale as he greased up both ends of the dildo with the lube.
He leaned over the two of us and put one end into Ollie's ass first, Ollie moaning loudly, and a moment later I felt the head of the dildo pushing into my asshole. Cale held the dildo there in the middle for a bit as Ollie and I backed up onto it, the dildo going further and further into us until our ass cheeks were touching.
"Excellent," Cale said, resuming his seat on the couch. "Now go, little doggies."
Ollie and I started bucking against each other's asses, the entirety of that dildo up inside us, fucking us. I looked over my shoulder at Ollie and he was staring at Cale with his mouth hanging open. I too looked at Cale as I fucked myself - and Ollie, in a way - with that dildo.
"I don't know," Cale said. "You're about even."
Ollie got verbal. "Oh fuck yeah," he moaned. "Fuck me, oh please. Oh, fuck me so hard. Oh I love that nice big dick in me."
Still banging my ass against Ollie's and feeling that dildo stretching out my asshole, I looked at Cale. I was enjoying it too much to put on any theatrics.
"That's disappointing," Cale said. "Come on, Ollie, hop on this thing." He held his dick straight up in the air. "Nate, you keep fucking yourself."
Ollie practically leapt off the coffee and climbed onto the couch, lowering himself onto Cale's dick and sliding up and down it slowly, rhythmically.
I was now lying back on the coffee table, my feet on the table, my knees up, the elbow of one arm propping me up so I could see Cale fuck Ollie and my free hand jamming what I could of the now way-too-long dildo into my ass, pulling it out, and pushing it back in.
Though he was fucking Ollie, Cale never broke eye contact with me. Just stared at me the whole time. I had to close my eyes in pleasure from the feeling of stuffing my own ass, but every time I opened them, there was Cale, watching me.
"Hey Nate," he said after a while, "how about you give Ollie a go? Ollie bend over the couch."
Ollie bent over the couch and waited with his ass in the air. I took the dildo out of me and stood as Cale leaned forward and greased up my dick with the lube, then motioned toward Allie's butthole as though I needed direction.
I'd never fucked anyone before. As I stood behind Ollie and aimed the head of my dick at his hole, I kind of wished my first wasn't this nerd I barely knew, but whatever. I was all horned up and ready to go. I pushed it into him and slid in all the way fairly easily - Cale having widened up him for me.
I started fucking him and he started moaning a little higher pitched than he was with Cale. I liked fucking, don't get me wrong, but it wasn't quite satisfying me the way a dick in the ass did. It felt like Ollie's asshole was squeezing the sides of my dick but not the bottom of it, which is where I wanted the friction to be happening. I tried to step back a bit and let my dick go out a bit further before I pushed it back in, catching the underside a bit better on my way in. It was still hot and I enjoyed it, but I kept thinking maybe I was meant to be a bottom. I looked over at Cale and wished his dick was in my ass.
As though he could read my mind, Cale got up and stood behind me. He grabbed ahold of one of my hips to stop me from thrusting and I paused, suddenly feeling the pressure of his dick sliding into me. He started fucking me and I instinctively leaned over on top of Ollie, my stomach against his back, as Cale pumped in and out of my ass. The motion of his hips pushed me in and out of Ollie and when I said sucking a dick while getting yours sucked was the best feeling in the world, I was wrong - fucking while getting fucked was the best feeling in the world.
At some point he stopped moving and I stood up, riding his dick back and forth as he stood still, fucking Ollie and getting Cale's dick further up my ass every time I moved, the meat in an Ollie/Cale sandwich. After a while Cale pushed me down on top of Ollie's back again and pounded my ass as I panted into Ollie's ear.
"Oh fuck," I said suddenly, shooting my load deep into Ollie's ass. Ollie twisted his head around and I leaned over his shoulder as best I could and we rubbed our tongues together as much as we could, given the logistics, while I came. Ollie jerked himself off all over Cale's sofa almost immediately after. "Ollie clean up your mess," Cale said, pointing to the cum on the sofa, and Ollie started lapping up his own jizz before it could settle in and make a stain.
"Okay I'm ready," Cale said, pulling out of me. Ollie and I both immediately got on our knees in front of Cale as he started shooting long spurts of cum into our mouths and on our faces, both of us competing to get more of it in us. After he was done shooting, Ollie wrapped his mouth around Cale's dick and sucked out what was left. I was a bit jealous.
"Cool," Cale said, pulling Ollie's mouth off his dick. He found his pants and pulled them on. He put his shirt back on. As Ollie and I dressed, Cale looked at me and said, "Nate, Ollie knows the drill but you're new, so...we're not friends. I'm not going to talk to you at school. If you make any effort to talk to me I'll ignore you. Just be grateful for this amazing gift I've given you" - he grabbed his dick through his jeans and wiggled it a bit - "and look forward to the next time you get to service it, okay? See you fellas next weekend. Get the fuck out of my house." He walked out of the room.
Ollie, fully dressed again, said, "I'll show you where the bus stop is" and started walking toward the front door. I grabbed my new shoes and followed him.