Our Sons First College Apartment

Our Sons First College Apartment: Chapter 1

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Our Son's First College Apartment

Chapter 1: Moving In Day

"PIVOT!!" Eric yelled to Jake at the opposite end as they rounded a tight corner with their sofa.

Jake and Brandon and Aaron all laughed as he quoted the classic scene from "Friends" when Ross and Chandler moved a sofa up their stairwell. Reruns of Friends on Netflix had been made into a drinking game freshman year. The rules were simple: each person was assigned a different character's name and they had to take a sip anytime someone said their name. Whoever was Joey had to chug their entire beer if he ever said, "how you doin'?" and the whole room had to drink whenever Chandler was sarcastic - so there was a lot of group drinking. Whenever Ross said, "we were on a break!" Everyone had to chug their full beer. That risk differed depending on the season.

Fortunately Eric and Jake only had to move the old leather sofa from the service elevator down a series of narrow corridors to their apartment unit. They were both strong and carried it with what appeared to be no effort at all. They had a little trouble getting the bulky, overstuffed arms through the front door of their apartment but after Eric convinced Jake to tip it up on its end and twist it as they moved through the metal door frame, they managed to get it inside. They dropped it hard in the center of the living room and sat down.

The apartment building was almost brand new and was specifically designed as student housing. Their unit was on the fifth floor and had four bedrooms - two at each end of one large common space that had a kitchen with an Island bar at one end and a large open area with enough room for a dining table and living room furniture. It would be a big adjustment to be making their own food as well as each having their own bedrooms.

Aaron had been in a single in the dorms last year so was used to the privacy. Eric was a little sad about no longer sharing a room with his freshman roommate Leo. They had become best friends freshman year and had shared a lot in their tiny dorm room. He knew he was going to feel lonely. He liked being able to talk to Leo in the dark before they went to sleep or chat in the morning as one of them got ready for class or on the weekends as they both laid in bed, casually scrolling on their phones after waking up, watching some porn or the Instagram posts from the parties the night before.

"When does Leo get here?" Jake asked. He had a bit of a man crush on Eric's freshman roommate. He was everything Jake aspired to be in college.

"Tomorrow sometime. I gotta text him what time, so we can help with his stuff." Eric said.

Eric was happy Leo would still just be right next door and they were still technically roommates even though they had their own rooms now.

He was happy to have his own room to be with Lana though. Having to schedule your sex life around your roommate's expected presence was awkward and irritating, although had led to a few moments of being caught - or just going for it when the other was 'asleep' - and it had led to that super-hot foursome. But, in general, being able to have sex with Lana any time they wanted now was going to be a massive improvement.

Lana had spent the summer working at an internship in Washington D.C. They'd only gotten to see each other three times so they had a lot of sex to make up for. Eric got hard thinking about it. He'd been horny all week thinking about it - more horny than usual, which was always pretty horny. She didn't return for another three days though, just one day before classes started, so he still had to wait. He felt precum leak out into his briefs.

"You gotta boner, Bro?" Jake teased Eric as he looked down at his crotch. "Thinking about Lana again?" He smirked and waited for Eric's response.

"Dude, it's been so long." Eric said. "This is the longest I've gone without sex since like, tenth grade."

"That's not true." Aaron said, overhearing them as he walked in carrying two boxes. "You had that dry spell at the beginning of Freshman year last fall after you and Meghan broke up, before you met Lana in November."

"True." Eric said, looking out the window as if remembering when they first got to the University. "I still hooked up a couple of times though." He paused. "Nothing like the rampage Leo went on when he first got to school." He added laughing. "I still think I didn't go more than a month and it's been five weeks since I visited Lana."

"How many nuts have busted since then?" Jake asked. Most guys would have just been giving their buddy shit, but Jake asked in a way as if he really wanted to know.

"Too many to count, Bro." Eric said casually. Jake looked disappointed as if he was expecting an actual inventory of dates and locations.

"Yeah, Leo was a fucking hound." Aaron said. "I thought he was a total fuck boy back then."

"He was." Eric said, laughing. "He just had to sample some new merchandise after only having ever been with his high school girl." Eric caught Jake's eye and knew what he was thinking, 'but you'd only been with one girl too.' Eric just hadn't had Leo's swagger when he got to school. Being in a new place made him anxious and insecure. Leo had helped make that all change.

"Well you got four more days to go." Jake said and made the jerking off gesture with his hand at his crotch. Eric just shook his head. Aaron disappeared into his room with the boxes. Brandon had gone back down for another load from their truck.

The four boys had been moving boxes and furniture all day and were almost done. Both Eric and Jake had sweat running down from everywhere. Eric wore a tank top with arm openings cut so far down that it was more of a burden when maneuvering the furniture than if he'd just taken it off. His dark brown chest hair poked out all over and glistened with tiny beads of moisture. His huge guns, from his years of wrestling and pumping iron were coated with a thin layer of sweat that made him look like he'd been oiled up for a weightlifting championship.

Jake wore a gold tee shirt with the sleeves cut off that had a large Coor's Lite beer logo across his chest. There was a wide, dark "V" of damp sweat down both the front and back of the shirt and the golden- brown hairs in his arm pits were slick and matted.

"Dude, maybe we shouldn't be sitting on the couch all sweaty like this." Eric said and sat forward so his back wasn't touching anything. He had always been the more careful and responsible one of the two of them. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. He was wearing gym shorts with white compression shorts sticking out three inches from each leg opening. His round ass was barely on the edge of the seat. He arched his back and clasped his hands behind his head and twisted to each side to stretch. He was always working out somehow.

"It's fine. It's leather. Everything wipes right off of it." Jake said. "And I do mean EVERYTHING."

"Gross." Eric said looking down at the seat cushions as if he could spot remnants of Jake's jizz somewhere. "You're such a fucking perv."

"What?" Jake said. "It means you and Lana can fuck on here and no one will ever know."

"We have a bed." Eric said.

"You need to branch out." Jake said. "What if you're sitting around, watching some TV...and there's some hot girl on the screen...like Meghan Markle...you're watching "Suits" right now, right? Lana kinda looks like her. Anyway, you get that tickle in your nut sac 'cause now you're horny and your arm's around her and you start playing with her titty and she kisses your neck, and you get all boned up and she grabs your dick and pulls it out and starts going down on you and then you flip her over and just take her right here on the couch?" Jake pauses and Eric stops, mid-twist, to look at him, expressionless. "You pull out...'cause it's all just happened too fast and hot for you to wrap your dog up and you don't want to be paying any child support in nine months, so you pull out, right before you're gonna nut and coat the cushion with your spunk." He added, smirking. "Wipes right off."

Eric ignored him. He'd been fielding these comments for years now.

They'd been friends since they met in sixth grade when they started at the same middle school. They really bonded when they joined the wrestling team together freshmen year and then the baseball team in the spring.

Eric had excelled at both, but mostly wrestling. He became a state champion and got a full ride to the university based on his potential, which had already proven to have been a good decision for the school. He'd gotten second place in his weight class at his first college tournament as a freshman. It had immediately boosted both his confidence and his status on campus. In high school he'd always been in Jake's shadow. Now he was a big man on campus - at least as big as a sophomore can be. Everywhere he went he was greeted with casual high fives and bro hugs and pats on the back. It didn't hurt that his girlfriend, Lana, was objectively one of the hottest girls on campus. It was a fact that had made him nervous and insecure through most of their freshman year after they first got together right before thanksgiving. But he had slowly come to realize they really had something together and was able to relax and no longer waited for the other relationship shoe to drop.

Jake, on the other hand, had been the alpha dog of their friend group in high school. His boyishly handsome, matinee idol looks had helped propel him to golden boy status in their class. He had an internal confidence that it seemed no one could shake. He was taller and leaner than his best friend, Eric, with golden brown waves of thick hair and a fit body. He'd grown into manhood after graduation, no longer looking like a teenage boy but had sort of let himself go a little when all his friends went off to college last year, leaving him to languish in the dull hell of the local community college. Too much cheap beer and Taco Bell had made him a little doughy, but once he got into the university last spring as a transfer student, he'd been recommitted all summer to returning to the hot physique he had in high school - only now an inch taller at 6'-1" and twenty pounds heavier at 178. He'd missed getting the looks of admiration from both men and women when he'd temporarily lost his gym rat edge. Now he was back and ready to start his new life on campus in peak form.

"Where do these go" Brandon asked holding a box labeled "kitchen stuff" but on the side he couldn't see.

Brandon was Aaron's boyfriend. Aaron was roommate number 4. He's a year older and also went to high school with Eric and Jake - and also was a wrestler, although he was a small kid back then and never did as well. He was a small kid, but had a big endowment, which gave him some cool cred in the locker room. Since then, he's filled out and has grown into his adult body. He's cute. Everyone thinks he looks like Tom Holland, only a little bit blonder. His nickname was "Spidey" in high school.

Aaron has always been out, although that implies he was ever in the closet in the first place. He never hid his attraction to boys from the time they all hit puberty and was never given much shit about it. Everyone's always liked him - both in high school and even more so now that he's at the University.

"Put 'em on the island over there, Brando." Eric said. "I'll unpack those later. It's not like we're cooking tonight."

"PIZZA!!" Jake yelled.

Eric smiled. "We gotta finish first."

"I'll finish on your face!" Jake said and held his hand in front of his bulge and made the universal gesture for jerking off again.

"You're a douchebag, Asshole." Eric said, but he couldn't help smirking. "You don't need to start acting like an obnoxious frat bro before you've even pledged."

"I gotta get in the right head space, Bro!" Jake said, intentionally mimicking a So-Cal accent. That made him think of surfers, which made him think of his buddy Brett. Was Buddy the right word?

Brett was a legitimate Frat bro, although not a douchey one. He was a foreign student from Australia who was a buddy of Aaron's. He wasn't from So-Cal but without opening his mouth and betraying his Aussie accent, you'd never know that. He looked and acted like the stereotypical stoner surfer dude. He had long, unkept blonde hair and the colorful image of a guy riding a wave and a girl in a bikini walking on the beach tattooed across his entire back. He was fit and defined but not a bulky gym rat.

Brett had the reputation as a sorority womanizer but last spring, when Jake visited the campus to watch Eric's wrestling tournament, he stayed in Brett's room in the frat house because his roommate was gone for the weekend - and they hooked up. Neither of them had planned that. It just happened. More on that later. Aaron knew about this but has kept it to himself. He isn't one to out people or spread gossip. He's seen the damage that can do. He's also had history with Jake from back in high school - a LOT of history. More on that later too. But Jake doesn't like labels.

Brandon set down the large box of kitchen gadgets on the counter and was looking around. "Aaron's in his room unpacking." Eric said.

"Or just packin'." Jake said, grabbing his crotch to indicate he was referring to Aaron's giant porn dong. They all liked to give him shit about it, but no one more than Jake.

"You'd know." Brandon said with snark in his voice. He was less careful about keeping things to himself. Aaron and Brandon had been together since last winter. They were solid. That didn't mean Brandon wasn't a little jealous of Aaron's past and wasn't a little anxious about Aaron living in the same apartment as Jake.

Eric knew that Jake had hooked up with guys before too - back when they were younger, just hitting puberty. They had all experimented a little. He thought it had just been a phase with Jake and likely Aaron's influence. It had been an open secret amongst their tight little group of wrestling team buddies. Eric didn't really know the details, but Aaron and Jake spent way too much time together - weekend sleepovers or conveniently leaving parties separately but at nearly the same time. Even though Eric and Jake professed to be each other's best friends, what went on between Jake and Aaron was never a topic of their conversations. Jake would just say things like, "Aaron's my gamer buddy", or "Aaron just came over to borrow my phone charger." But sometimes they were in their underwear and the room smelled like sex. That was easy to dismiss though given Jake's status as a chronic masturbator. All teen boys are horny and beat off a lot. Eric was no exception, but Jake still took the prize. It seemed to be constantly on his agenda. He professed to just need a girlfriend, like Eric had now, but Jake was hot. Girls practically threw their panties at him and he rarely hooked up and even more rarely, more than once. It was all suspect, but Eric was his best friend and wanted Jake to be able to start fresh this year and have whatever kind of college life he dreamed of.

Jake was daydreaming. He couldn't get Brett out of his head. They had texted back and forth and few times after the tournament weekend when they'd unexpectedly hooked up, but their exchanges were awkward and a little forced. There had a been a real connection between them - but neither was sure what kind it was and what kind they'd wanted it to be. Brett had gone back home to Australia for the summer and there had been radio silence. Jake wondered when and how he would see Brett again. Would they just run into each other on campus? Would they meet up at a sorority house party? Should he text him that he's here? Brett didn't even know that he'd transferred. Jake wanted it to be a surprise. He sat back on the leather sofa and relived that first night that he'd spent in Brett's room. They'd gotten in late after both being at a raucous house party. They'd both flirted with sorority girls all night but ended up empty handed. Jake's mind drifted back...

Part 2: Jake Remembers the Frat House Afterparty

"Whatdyado s'arvo, Mate? Seeany hotties atta tourney? S'm bloddy fine birds, Mate!! You cop a root since ya been 'er? I saw you pashing downstairs with Jen." Brett said. "I tell ya, I'm toeier than a Roman Sandle tonight. Grab me a coldie, Mate. Get yourself one too. There's cozzies on the desk. Thought I'd have better luck tonight - at least get a gobby from one of them birds tonight- or a wristy for fuck's sake."

"Are you speaking English?" Jake asked. It was a little after 2:00 AM and the party had mostly wound down. Aaron had left with some big black dude and Lance had taken Alesha back to his room before midnight. Brett was the only other person at the house that he knew and that had only been since yesterday. The party had been a decent distraction, but he was bummed he had to spend the night here. Brett said his roommate was gone for the weekend and he could sleep there. Jake was just happy he wasn't in a room with strangers.

Brett just stared back at him. He'd grabbed his crotch as said whatever he said so Jake assumed it was somehow related to sex. "Seriously, I have no idea what the fuck you just said. Am I gonna need a translator to hang with you? Where'd A go? Did he leave with that big dude?"

"Aaron?" Brett said. "He's prolly the one out getting a gobby, Mate...or the other way 'round."

"Jesus Christ." Jake said. "Got any beer? I need to fucking drink more."

"Just said, there's coldies in the esky, Mate. Grab us each one." Brett said. Jake had noticed Brett nod his head toward the mini fridge in the corner. He walked over and grabbed two bottles and handed one to Brett. They were both sitting on Brett's bottom bunk. Jake tried to twist off the bottle cap but realized he needed an opener. Brett got up and grabbed it. Jake noticed Brett's ass as he walked the three feet away from him. It was plump and round and stretched out the seat of his jeans. The ruffled edges of the waist band of his plaid boxer shorts stuck out above his belt loops as he squatted down to grab the bottle opener that was stuck to the side of the brown metal fridge by a magnet. He saw the ink of the bottom of a tattoo on his back. It wasn't a tramp stamp, thank god - so it had to be a tat that covered his whole back.

"You got a tattoo?" Jake asked.

"I do." Brett said as he turned around and opened Jake's beer first and then his own. He tossed the bottle cap across the room and banked it off his dresser drawer into the waste basket. Jake was impressed but then assumed he'd had a lot of practice from exactly that spot. "How'd ya know that?"

"I just saw the bottom of it under your shirt when you bent down." Jake said. Brett smiled.

"You wanna see it?" Brett asked.

"Sure. It looks pretty big." Jake said.

"Oh, it's pretty big, Mate." Brett said. "Wait...you mean the tattoo?" He added and laughed. Jake laughed too.

"I've seen your micro-dick. Remember?" Jake said, giving him shit back. Brett scowled. "When I first met you. Thursday night. At the bar. At the urinal?" Brett suddenly remembered Aaron's micro dick joke and smiled and nodded.

"That's right. You've already seen it." Brett laughed. "So, you know how big it is."

"You mean how average it is." Jake said teasing him again.

"I'm a grower." Brett said taking a long gulp of his icy cold beer. "Aaahhh. That tastes so good, Mate. The beer in the keg downstairs was shit."

"Even Aaron's a grower." Jake said. The conversation could have easily swerved on to something else, but Jake was happy to keep the subject matter focused on their manhood. There was something intriguing about Brett. He was good looking. He was as tall as Jake and had bleached blonde hair like a California surfer dude. It was longer and shaggy. He had green eyes that had some blue and brown in them, so they looked like glassy marbles since he was a little drunk - maybe a lot drunk. Jake couldn't tell. He had a scruffy blond beard and big feet. He'd been barefoot all night at the party. The bottoms of his jeans were tattered, and he was wearing a multicolored, braided cord around his left wrist that looked like it was made in Jamaica. He was wearing a long-sleeved tee shirt. Jake suddenly wondered if he had tats on his arms too.

"Can't imagine that thing getting any bigger." Brett said.

"Oh, it's gets a lot bigger." Jake said. "He's over eight when he's hard."

"Eight?" Brett said.

"Inches. Over eight inches. I don't know how big your Aussie boners are, but more than eight inches is a big fucking dick around here." Jake said smirking.

"What's than in centimeters?" Brett asked.

"Fuck if I know." Jake said. "Let's ask Siri." He pulled his phone from his pocket. "Siri, how big is an eight- and-a-half-inch dick in metric?"

"I don't have an answer for that." She responded. The boys busted out laughing.

"You should change her voice to the British one. That would 'av been even funnier." Brett said.

"Siri: what is 8.5 inches in centimeters?" Jake tried again.

"8.5 inches equals 21.59 centimeters." Siri responded to their more polite phrasing.

"No shit!!?" Brett said. "Crikey, that's a bloody monster!"

"I hope it's not bloody." Jake said scrunching up his nose.

"Yeah, he's not getting his todger in any fannies when they're on the rag." Brett said, laughing.

"Is that a thing?" Jake asked after finally being able to translate by context and looked disgusted.

"You've never fucked a girl on her period?" Brett asked.

"Um...no. Have you?" Jake asked.

"Actually No. that's bloody gross." Brett said and laughed and then they both looked at each other and laughed even harder when Brett realized he'd used the word 'bloody' again. They both took another long chug as though they wanted to cleanse their mental palettes of that visual. "So, you've seen it?"

"A bloody cock?" Jake said turning up his nose again.

"No, Aaron's...you know. His stiffy." Brett said.

"Oh yeah. All the time." Jake said. "We measured them in the locker room...back in high school. He's probably even bigger now. He was the biggest in the locker room...by far - probably the whole school."

"I've heard stories." Brett said.

"There are stories about A's dick?" Jake said.

"You know. Rumors. People talk about shit." Brett said. "Girls talk about that shit. They think we're rude buggers for talking about girl's tits and arses, but they're just as bloody bad. Worse even."

"I don't wanna to be master of the obvious here, but sorority girls seem like the last demographic that would have that intel." Jake said.

"You'd think - but they seem to know." Brett said. "They're prolly friends with some of the blokes he's hooked up with."

"Ah." Jake said.

"So was he ever into birds back in...what do you call it again? High school?" Brett asked and then held his fingers to his lips like he was smoking a joint.

"Birds?" Jake's asked and then translated to 'chicks' in his head. "Oh...was he ever into pussy? No. Not for one day. Aaron's always been playing for..." he stopped himself before using the term, 'the other team'. He wasn't sure why. "He's always been into dick. Since back in junior high. No interest in pussy."

"Huh." Brett said. They finished their beers and Brett opened another couple for them. "So did Aaron ever..."

"Ever what?" Jake said. He had a feeling he knew what Brett wanted to ask and he was having an internal debate about how to respond.

"Ever...you know? Offer to give you a gobby?"

"Dude, you're gonna have to use your English words." Jake said laughing. "What's a fucking gobby?"

"A blooow Jaawwb." Brett said, drawing it out in the most American accent he could muster.

"You wanna know if Aaron ever wanted to suck my dick?" Jake said.

"Yeah. You're a right good-looking Bloke." Brett said. "Why wouldn't he...if he was into dick."

"You're buddies with him now." Jake countered. "Has he ever offered to...what's the term? 'Give you a gobber?' Since he's still into dick?"

"A gobby." Brett corrected him. "And no, he hasn't."

"Well, he's seen it in the bar. Maybe it doesn't meet his standards." Jake said smirking.

"Bugger off, you bloody wanker." Brett said laughing. "He'd be lucky to have a turn on my donger."

"Would he now?" Jake said, trying to have a British accent. He was starting to get hard in his pants with all this talk. He was happy he was sitting down. "Maybe you should offer it up for him."

"Maybe you should." Brett responded in a lame, 'I know you are, but what am I?' way. He was unevenly matched for a battle of shit-giving with Jake.

"Maybe I have." Jake said. That just came out. He tried to hide his own shock at just blurting that out.

"Has he now, Mate." Brett asked, but his tone indicated it was the reiteration of a statement and not a confirming inquiry. "I figured he must 'av." He paused, smiling. "When you were kids? Or like last night in the dorm?" Jake tried to keep his poker face as he decided how much of the truth he wanted Brett to know. Brett seemed unusually interested. Jake felt drawn to him. He didn't want this talk of boners and masturbation and friendly blow jobs to be over.

"You know. What's a simple brojob between buddies?" Jake said. "Sometimes we'd be leaving a party and I'd have blue balls from some prick-tease, and he'd offer to give me some...relief." Jake said. He omitted the fact that this had just happened the night before - as well as their entire high school history of having every kind of boy-on-boy sex they could think of. Baby steps were required in this conversation. He wanted to find out if this scenario had ever crossed Brett's mind. Actually, it obviously had, since Brett was the one to steer the conversation down this road in the first place. He wanted to know how far down the road Brett really wanted to go. "This is just between us, Bro. I'm trying to smash something this weekend and that info wouldn't exactly improve my chances."

"You'd be surprised, Mate. I think a lot o' girls would think that was hot or want to be the one to...straighten you out, so to speak." Brett said.

"Really?" Jake asked. He hadn't had that experience in high school, and he knew there were rumors about he and Aaron.

"Mate, you have no idea how often those sorority birds wanna root up with Aaron." Brett said. "He could get so much bloody twat, mate!"

"No shit?" Jake said. "That's probably just because they've heard about his porn cock."

"So how was he?" Brett asked. Jake looked confused. "You know - at gobbling your knob?" Brett said as he made the gesture for blow jobs with his fist at his mouth. Jake pictured Brett holding his own stiff cock and watching that blonde beard around it mashing up against his bush.

"I'm not gonna lie, Bro. The boy has some fucking skills." Jake said.

"Bloody Hell. Really, Mate?" Brett said. "I've always heard blokes know how to do it better...on account of having one. Makes sense, don't it?"

"I guess it does." Jake said playing along as though that logic had never occurred to him. "So, you never...messed around when you were a kid?"

"Not like that." Brett said. "Nothing oral."

"Just...what do you guys call it? Wanking? Tossing off?" Jake said.

Brett laughed. "Yeah, Mate. How'd you know that?"

"Brit videos on Pornhub." Jake said and they both laughed. They'd both finished their second beer. "I think I need another." Brett handed him the opener. Jake had hoped Brett was going to get up to go to the fridge. He didn't want to stand up because of the stiff one in his pants. "Maybe I'll wait. I've had a lot tonight."

"C'mon, Mate. One more." Brett said and he stood up and walked to the fridge. Jake admired his firm, round ass again. Then he turned and Jake saw the bulge of his obvious boner even though Brett was holding the beers in front of his groin.

"Nice woodie, Bro." Jake said.

"Yeah, all this talk of gobbies gave me a chubby." Brett said blushing. "What are you doing spying on it?"

"Hard to miss." Jake said and grabbed the cold bottle from him. Their fingers met and Jake held them there while he popped the cap off. Beer foam started to bubble up and run down the side of the bottle. Jake leaned forward and licked the side and then covered the mouth of the bottle with his own to slurp up the beer. Brett looked down. The sexy image of his handsome new friend, Jake, seated on edge of his bed, leaning forward toward the phallic neck of the bottle protruding from his crotch was not lost on him. Jake saw Brett's boner twitch in his jeans at the sight, making more blood surge to his own already hard cock.

"So did Aaron ever ask you to return the favor?" Brett asked.

"Every fucking time, Bro. You know Aaron. He's not shy about asking for what he wants. Doesn't mean he's gonna get it though."

"So...he never got it?" Brett said. "You just left your mate with blue balls instead?" Brett asked.

"You know how fucking big and girthy it is, Dude. That's not the one to use as your starter model." Jake said, deflecting with what was essentially still the truth. Aaron hadn't been his first. "So, let's see your tat."

"Alright." Brett said. He seemed eager now to show it off. His set down his beer giving Jake an encumbered view of the obvious long boner poking off to the side in Brett's jeans. It looked like Jake could reach into his right pocket and grab the tip. There were two white patches on either side of the seam at his crotch where his balls had rubbed the fabric bare. He was full-on picturing Brett naked as he casually pulled his shirt off over his head, giving Jake a lingering view of the Aussie boy's beautiful chest. He had thick blonde hair covering the entirety of the front of his body. Hair extended down to cover his stomach and disappeared into the waistband of his old-school cotton boxers. Jake's cock was now officially a raging hard on. He squeezed it discreetly before setting his beer bottle on his lap in hopes it would quell his growing horniness.

Brett turned around to show off his back. Every inch of his back was covered in ink. It was an elaborate sunset on a beach with a surfer riding the crest of a wave. The sunset was a brilliant mixture of oranges and reds and purples over a sea of white foam and many different blues of the ocean. There were birds and clouds and the silhouette of a girl in a bikini on the beach also holding a board. "It's supposed to be me."

"In the bikini?" Jake said knowing it would piss him off.

"Bugger off!!" Brett said, laughing fortunately. He was about to turn back around when Jake stood up quickly and stopped him.

"Wait. I wanna look closer. This is really cool, Bro. Really beautiful. How long did it take?" Jake said and he ran his hand over the ink as though he thought it would rub off on his fingers. He didn't know anyone who'd gotten a tattoo. He wanted to feel it - to see how it moved as he pressed on Brett's flesh.

Brett flinched when Jake touched him. "Your hands are cold." He said quietly. Jake quickly removed them like he was touching a hot stove.

"Sorry, Bro. The beer bottle. Wait." He rubbed his palms together to warm up his hands and then gently placed them back on Brett's shoulder blades and moved his hands around his muscular back. "This is so cool. How far down does it go?"

"A bit more." Brett said and yanked his jeans and boxers down to the middle of his ass, exposing about four inches of his crack. His ass was covered with the same blonde hair as his chest - enough to obscure the image at the bottom of the beach but it was the color of sand so blended in.

"Your ass is too fucking hairy for a tat, Bro." Jake commented as his hands moved down so that his fingertips were brushing against the fur at the top of Brett's ass. Jake brushed his thumb along the top of his crack.

"Yeah, he had to shave my ass to do it down there. It was a right drag, Mate. Itched like a bugger growing back. Embarrassing as shit. That's why I stopped. It's not like everyone's gonna see it.

"Just the important people. This must have taken forever." Jake said genuinely curious.

"It took a month of Saturdays." Brett said. "no, wait: five Saturdays. It was a lot."

"So cool." Jake said. "It's making me want one."

"You don't have any?" Brett said. "I thought everyone in America had tattoos."

"I'm not everyone." Jake said.

"I know." Brett said and they clinked their bottles and took another big chug of their beers. "Looks like you cracked a fat too, Mate."

"A what?"

"A stiffy."

"I didn't want you to be embarrassed." Jake said as though he'd gotten a boner to do Brett a favor. "It wasn't your tat if that's what you're thinking."

"So, you had one before?" Brett asked.

"I did." Jake said. "All this talk of...gobbies." He smiled. Brett smiled back.

It wasn't my arse then either?" Brett said.

"Too hairy for me, Bro." Jake said. "I prefer them smooth and connected to a..." Brett cut him off.

"A warm wet hole."

"Exactly." Jake responded.

"So is Aaron's arse smooth?" Brett said trying to give Jake shit.

"You seem very interested in Aaron's naked body." Jake said. Brett blushed and had no comeback after his ball busting backfired. "His was smooth as a baby's bottom in high school. He's gotten to be a big boy now in college though, so maybe he's grown some hair below the belt now too.

"So, no tats to show me?" Brett asked again, changing the subject.

"Nope." Jake said and paused. "I do have a lightning bolt trimmed into my pubes though."

"No way." Brett said.

"Way."

"Prove it." Brett said.

"You wanna see my pubes?" Jake said suddenly enjoying being in control of another guy again. It was like the old days. He didn't feel in control with Meghan...or with any girls. He wasn't in charge. He liked being in charge. He raised his eyebrows as if to ask the question a second time. "Tell me you want me to pull down my pants and show you my bush."

"Right. Do it." Brett said, nonchalantly.

"Do what?" Jake asked. Brett smirked. He was catching on.

"Take your bloody pants down and show it to me."

"You can do it if you wanna see it that bad." Jake said, shrugging.

"Bugger off!" Brett said.

"Ok then." Jake said and took another sip of beer and started to sit down.

"Bloody bogan! You're a cocky little shit." Brett said stopping him from sitting on the bed. He reached forward and grabbed Jake's belt and started to unbuckle it. He pulled it all the way out and then unbuttoned Jake's jeans and unzipped them.

"You can get a better look on your knees." Jake said. Brett froze and his eyes got wide. He locked his gaze into Jake's who gave Brett his devilish grin. "Seriously. It's a better view." Amazingly, Jake thought, Brett complied. He slowly lowered himself to his knees and then grabbed Jake's jeans and boxer briefs and pulled them to his ankles together. Jake's boner swung up and hit Brett in the chin. Brett looked up and blushed. "Whatdaya think?" Jake added in a more playful tone like he was showing off his new car to a buddy.

Brett looked at Jake's lightning bolt and smiled. "Nice!" It's...hot. Doesn't compare to my tat though."

"I didn't mean the lightning bolt." Jake said grinning again and thrusting his boner against Brett's cheek. Brett backed away as Jake's cock hit his face but then he looked at it - like really looked at his stiff cock. He was looking at it like he never been this close to one. Then he moved his head over and brushed his cheek against it again. Jake moaned. Brett brushed the head across his face and then his lips. He got his nose under the underside of Jake's shaft and ran it up until his lips were at Jake's cock head again.

"Bugger me." Brett whispered to himself and then took Jake's cock in his mouth. Brett moaned and played with Jake's head inside his mouth with his tongue. Jake moaned too.

"Fuck, yeah, Bro. That feels sooooo good." Jake said. "You can take yours out. I wanna see it hard." Brett unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with one hand and yanked them a few inches down his thighs with his boxers - just enough to free his balls too. His boner sprang up. "Fuck yeah! That's hot. That's a nice one, Bro!" Jake said in encouragement. "Give it some tugs. Make it feel good too."

"You gonna give me a gobby too, Mate?" Brett said as though suddenly worried about fairness and what this all meant.

"Yeah. I'm gonna suck your cock too. It's been a long time and I fucking miss it."

"I thought you said you didn't do it with Aaron?" Brett said.

"No, I said his wasn't my first." Jake replied. "Shut up now. You can't talk with your mouth full."

Brett went back down on Jake's cock.

"Teeth, Buddy. Careful. Just do what you like." Jake said looking down to watch his boner disappearing into the blonde beard. Brett's messy blonde hair was covering his bush. Jake gently put his hand on Brett's naked shoulder and ran his fingers over the purple ink of his tattoo before sliding it over to his neck.

He reached his hand around the back of Brett's neck and slowly guiding his stiff shaft further down Brett's throat. He would start to gag, and Jake would release and pull out and then gently pull him in again until, after about ten minutes, he had most of his seven inches between Brett's lips. "My balls, Buddy. Don't forget about my balls." Brett reached his right hand up and grabbed Jake's scrotum. "That's it, Bro. Perfect. Not too hard - not too soft. Just treat 'em like you like yours done. You like your balls played with when someone's sucking on your cock, right, Bro?"

"Mmmm Mmmm." Brett mumbled in the affirmative.

"Don't forget about your own cock, Bro. Make sure you're having fun too. I can see it down there. You got some juice dripping out, Bro. You must be liking this. Are you liking the feeling of sucking my cock?"

"Mmmm Mmmmm!" Brett mumbled with a little more enthusiasm.

"Looks like it's turning you on - making your cock extra hard down there. Is it getting even harder, Bro? It's so hot looking down and watching it. Go ahead. Give it a tug." Brett let go of Jake's nut sack and wrapped his fist around his own stiff shaft instead. He moaned onto Jake's cock and then pulled off. He sat back on his heels and started jacking off.

Jake was initially annoyed but then decided to enjoy the view. Brett's big bicep was flexing as he stroked. His beautiful, tan, hairy body was gently writhing as his thrust his stiff cock up into his fist. He had a beautiful erection - about 7 inches like Jake's but perfectly straight and pointing up right at Jake's junk. The base was lodged into a mass of grayish blonde pubes that were wild and untamed like the rest of his body hair. It spread out and down around his cock to engulf his entire ball sack. His heavy balls were swinging out from under all the hair as his stroked. He was starting to stroke faster. Jake was worried he would pass the point of no return and their fun would undoubtedly be over.

"That's really hot, but you need to be multitasking." Jake said as he thrust his hips forward and wagged his boner at Brett's face. Brett's intensity was broken as he let out a laugh.

"Ok, Mate." He said. "I'll get back to work."

"You make it sound like a chore." Jake said. Brett looked up at him and smiled.

"It's not."

"You like it?"

"I do, Mate." He said and went back down on Jake's cock. "You taste good." He reached around and grabbed both of Jake's smooth, round ass cheeks as if to steady himself. He moaned and continued to bob up and down.

"Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Really suck on it. You're doing such a good job, Bro. Feels sooo good." Jake said. After a few more minutes Brett pulled off.

"I need a break. My jaw's gettin' tired." Brett said.

"You lasted a long time for your first time." Jake said. "This is your first time, right?"

"Yes." Brett said.

"You really took to it." Jake said. "Been thinking about trying it though?"

"Sometimes." Brett said and blushed and smirked at the same time.

"Thinking about it while you jerk off in the morning?" Jake added.

"Sometimes." Brett said. He suddenly seemed embarrassed.

"Stand up." Jake said. Brett stood up. His tattered jeans fell to his ankles, and he stepped out of them.

"Jesus, you're a stud, Bro." Jake said. "Turn around again. I wanna see your whole ass." Brett smiled and turned around. Then he held his arms up in a body-building pose and flexed.

"Damn, Dude. You just made the waves move in the ocean. Can you make the bikini girl shake her ass?" Jake said and Brett laughed and turned around. "No, turn around again, I wasn't done admiring your ass. Dude, it's like all muscle." Brett laughed again and flexed his ass cheeks, making the dimples even more pronounced. You could see the definition even through the blonde fuzz. "Ok, get over here. It's your turn."

Brett turned and smiled and walked over and stood in front of Jake who was still sitting on the edge of bed with his legs far apart and his loose balls hanging off the edge of the mattress, his own boner sticking straight up and obscuring the lightning bolt. "Spread 'em." Jake said. Brett looked shocked at being given an order, but he smiled and moved his feet slightly further apart than his shoulders. "Grab the top bunk, Bro. And close your eyes." Brett gripped the top of wide wooden plank that held the upper mattress in. "Nice. Enjoy, Bro."

"Oh my goooood!" Brett said as Jake took him in his mouth. Jake was an expert at giving head. He sucked Aaron's huge porn cock almost every day of high school. He sucked it everywhere - the locker room of course when everyone was gone, in their cars after school and on the way to school too, in their bedrooms - mostly Aaron's - Jake's mother always seemed to be hovering at his house. They blew each other in the shower stalls at the gym almost every time they worked out. They blew each other in the basement restroom stall at school where no one ever went, under the bleachers at night at the football field, behind the curtains on the auditorium stage, and once in the science lab storage room. Jake was good at it - and Brett was in heaven.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Bloody Hell." Brett said as his knees buckled. Jake knew what he was doing telling him to hang on to the top bunk.

"You like that?" Jake said, loving being in control of giving his new hot buddy so much pleasure.

"Fucking hell. Mate." Brett said between ragged breaths. "I didn't know a gobby could feel this good. This is like nothing before. Fucking Hell!" His knees buckled again as Jake easily took him to the base, burying his nose in Brett's big golden bush. Then he moved down to Brett's balls. He moaned again as Jake sucked one into his mouth and gave it a gentle tug. "Bugger Me, Mate!! Jesus!!"

"Dude, you need to fucking shave your sack." Jake said as he stopped to try to scrape a pubic hair off his tongue.

"I know. Lance has been telling me that since school started." Brett said.

"Lance has seen your ball sac?" Jake asked as he licked the sides of Brett's shaft.

"Yeah. Of course. It's just one big open shower here. Four heads. Everyone's seen everything. Lance says I'd get more...repeat business if I did some manscaping."

"Yeah girls don't like this." Jake said playing with the hairs hanging off of Brett's balls that were now wet with Jake's spit.

"Lance told me Jen said they call me the 'jungle down under' in their house."

"That's actually sorta cool. They don't seem that clever." Jake said. He continued to slurp on Brett's cock head as they talked.

"I know, right?" Brett said. Jake thought it was kind of cute that Brett had picked up some American phrases.

"So Lance manscapes?" Jake asked picturing his junk from their brief encounter at the bar urinal last night.

"Yeah, he does it in the shower. He has a whole routine. He's meticulous. He's shown me how, but I don't know, Mate. I don't want a razor that close to my donger. You know?" He paused. "I gotta say your lightning bolt is making me want to give it a go, though."

"Maybe I'll...be your barber." Jake said. He was picturing a room full of naked frat boys in the house shower, and it was bringing him back to his glory days when he held court in the high school locker room.

"Who's YOUR barber?" Brett asked assuming that would be hard to do on yourself.

"Uh..." Jake debated in his head. What the fuck. "My dad's boyfriend, Matt." Brett's made a small grunt and his cock drooled out precum in response.

"Wait, what??!!"

"You heard that right." Jake said.

"Your dad...?" Brett started but was clearly still working it out in his head. "So, your mum and dad aren't married anymore." Brett said.

"Nope. Not since my mom caught 'em in bed together." Jake said.

"Fucking Hell!" Brett said. "That must have been..." he couldn't find the right words again.

"A lot?" Jake said. "Yeah, it sucked. It wasn't like they were good before though. My mom's...well, never mind." He added and went back down on Brett's cock.

"Oh, Fuck." Brett said, moaning. He let Jake blow him for a couple more minutes as he alternated picturing two middle-aged men going at it - and also the frat house shower room full of his naked brothers. That was a common visual that he pictured nearly every day when he whacked off - but the image of the two dads was winning in his head. "So...did you know? Like before your mom caught 'em?"

Jake pulled off. "Oh, yeah. I'd caught 'em before. They thought they were careful, but they weren't."

"And you didn't tell anyone? Your mom?"

"Nope. It worked out to my advantage to have that classified intel in my back pocket if you know what I mean. I got a car out of the deal, for one thing." Jake said and sucked Brett's head into his mouth again. His precum tasted so good.

"Ah. I get it. Smart." Brett said. "Can I do it again?"

"Huh?" Jake said pulling off.

"Can I suck it again?"

"Oh - Fuck yeah, Bro!" Jake said, laughing. "Let's just sixty-nine." He pulled his shirt off over his head, so he was completely naked and laid back on Brett's bed. "Climb on."

"Damn. You look good naked." Brett said. "How does this work?"

"Swing your legs around. You've seen this in porn, right?"

"Of course." Brett said.

"With two guys?" Jake asked, giving his devilish grin that indicated he was already part of that club.

Brett hesitated. "Of course, Mate." Then he smiled back. He swung his hips over Jake's head, so his hairy balls were dangling right over Jake's nose. Jake leaned up and kicked them making Brett jolt and giggle like a girl. He jokingly spread his legs out and dropped his ball sac down on Jake's face. Jake countered by sliding his hands up the back of Brett's fuzzy blonde thighs and pushing his thumb hard against Brett's big pink pucker.

"Crikey, Mate!! Bloody Hell! What the fuck was that?"

"Just playing with your hole, Bro. Chill out. It feels good, doesn't it?" Jake asked as he licked his thumb and then tapped it more gently and rubbed it around the edge in a circle.

"Fuck. Yeah, it does." Brett said. "No one's ever...touched me back there."

"You don't play with your hole when you jack off?" Jake asked in a tone that implied Brett was missing out.

"Nope."

"Next time you will." Jake said confidently knowing he'd opened a flood gate in Brett's sexual levee.

"Yeah, maybe." Brett said and then held Jake's curved boner straight up and took it in his mouth. "Mmmmmm." He instinctively arched his back as he sucked, and Jake was able to get Brett's shaft in his mouth as well. This was the right angle for the curve of Jake's shaft to more easily slide into the back of Brett's throat. He gagged a few times but kept trying with increasing success.

They went at it for a few more minutes. Jake was getting close. He couldn't believe how long Brett was lasting. It must be nervousness tempering his horniness because the boy was rock hard and drooling boy juice, so it wasn't that he wasn't turned on.

"So is your dad's boyfriend hot?"

"Oh, fuck, Bro. He's so hot! He needs a fucking hair cut but otherwise yeah. Dark...super hairy...hairy ass like you. He's-"

"I thought you said you like smooth asses." Brett said.

"I lied." Jake said. They both started laughing. "To be fair, I like a wide variety."

"He sounds hot." Brett said, still curious about these older men. He knew it was creepy to ask about Jake's dad. "Have you seen him naked?"

"Oh fuck. All the time. We all live in the same apartment together now after my parents split. We all go to the same gym. All the time."

"Ya ev'r catch 'em?" Brett asked. "Or seen 'em...you know...aroused?"

"All the time." Jake said and went back to sucking Brett's balls. "Matt's...that's my dad's boyfriend...he's got the biggest balls you've ever seen."

"No shit?!" Brett said. He was continuing to stroke Jake as he was now talking more than sucking. He stroked up and saw a long string of precum ooze out of Jake's piss slit. Brett dropped his head down to slurp it up. "Just hard or actually doing it?" Brett was also drooling like a leaky faucet.

"All of the above, Bro." Jake said.

"You've caught 'em fucking?"

"Yes!" Jake said. "I'm gonna..."

"Like actually fucking? Like up the ass?"

"Yes!" Jake moaned. "Oh fuck. I can't..."

"Like who was fucking who?" Brett said. "Which one was...you know. Doing the actual fucking?"

"Both." Jake said. "They both fuck each other all the fucking time. All they do is fuck! Oh fuck. I'm-" Jake said and launched his cum load right up onto Brett's face. "Cumming. Fuck. Stroke me! Jesus. Don't fucking stop!"

"Fuck! FUCK! Gross. Oh my god!" Brett said as Jake's jizz splattered across his face. He did start stroking again though. "What the fuck!?" Brett added when he felt Jake's mouth on his asshole. "Oh my god!" He added but this time out of pleasure. "Bloody Hell! What are you doing back there. Oh my god!" Brett reached down and grabbed his cock and started stroking fast and furiously. "Fuck yeah. That's bloody fucking amazing!" Then he surprised himself and leaned down and slurped up Jake's swollen, dripping cock head into his mouth and tasted the last of his semen as it oozed out. Jake's cock was so soft, and it was smaller now and felt so good in his mouth. "Oh my...SHIT!!" Brett said as he started cumming. He launched his load right onto Jake's deflating manhood - between his legs and on his knees and shins. Then the last of it drained out onto Jake's chin and neck.

He was breathing hard and just rolled over off of Jake onto his side. They were both lying on the bed with their heads at opposite ends.

"No one's ever done that before." Brett said.

"Made you cum?" Jake joked.

"Made me cum that fast by...I don't even know what to call that. Don't you Americans have some bloody crazy name for that? Something about salad."

Jake laughed. "Toss your salad."

"Yeah!! That's it. You tossed my salad, Mate!"

"And it's been a while since you've showered, Bro."

"Fuck. Sorry, Mate." Brett said. "I showered before the party. I was just dancing around a lot. At least I didn't...you know...like my arse was still clean."

"I'm just giving you shit, Bro. Your fuzzy ass was hot. Next time you'll need more than my tongue."

"There's gonna be a next time?"

"Yeah in about six hours. It's late and I have to be up to be at the wrestling tournament in the morning." Jake said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot why you were here. Who's your mate in the tourney?"

"Eric Giordano." Jake said.

"Oh yeah. I don't know him, but doesn't he go out with Lana Baxter?"

"Yeah. You know Lana?" Jake asked.

"Everybody knows Lana, Mate." Brett said. "And every guy wants to be Eric."

"Even you?" Jake said.

"Especially me. Then I'd have you as a best mate."

--- "Jake!" Eric said for the third time, finally raising his voice and startling Jake out of the trance of his flashback. "Where's your head at? You're off in la la land. We've still got a couple of loads left to move in. Let's go!"

--

Part 3: Breaking in the New Room

"I gotta shower." Aaron said when Brandon brought the last box into his new bedroom. "I stink."

Brandon came up to him and wrapped his bulky arms around Aaron and kissed him. Then he raised Aaron's arm up and turned his own face and playfully went in for a sniff, tickling the curly blonde hairs under Aaron's arms with his nose. "You smell fine. But I'm not gonna dissuade you from stripping down." Brandon smirked.

"You've been working harder than me. Thanks for the help today. I'll make it up to you." Aaron said.

"I'm counting on that." Brandon said and kissed him again.

Aaron leaned down to get a whiff of Brandon's chest through the faded blue tee shirt that was dotted with moisture and then dragged his nose across his pec and sniffed again at the dark wet stain in his sweaty left armpit. "You definitely smell sweaty." Aaron added.

"Shit. Sorry. Got any deodorant? Or cologne?" Brandon said, pulling his tee shirt off over his head and tossing it over at the wall.

"Fuck." Aaron whispered, immediately entranced by the sweaty glow on Brandon's pale, trimmed chest and rippled abs. He felt his long, flaccid dick stir inside his joggers. They had been together for almost eight months and the sight of Brandon's naked torso still took his breath away. He wondered how long it would take for him to become desensitized to how attractive he was.

Brandon was the hottest of all these boys and that was saying something. Eric was a dark, curly-headed, compact ball of hairy muscle. Jake was a cocky pretty boy. Aaron was...well, Spidey. Brandon looked like Captain America. He had a short, dirty blonde, hipster fade above a handsome, square-jawed face. Even that resembled Chris Evans too. Most people - men and women - didn't even make it to his face though. His body was essentially perfect in that old-school 1950's, all-American ideal. He had the perfect amount of muscle - bulky and solid but not freakishly out of proportion. He turned heads in literally every room he entered. And his body somehow managed to give one the impression that he was just born that way.

It wasn't like he wasn't aware of this fact. He worked hard on his body and knew he looked good - but he didn't believe it was very important. He just believed being in good physical shape was good operating procedure in life - like keeping your car's engine tuned.

He was a chemistry grad student who, almost always, had something far more complex on his mind. He was very smart which was even more disarming given his appearance. He was constantly underestimated. He was confident, but not cocky at all. He was humble and respectful- and he was chill. He was a beta male in the least degrading way that can mean. He was mostly just happy to be along for the ride as long as the ride was an interesting one.

Aaron was cute and fit, but he wasn't in Brandon's league, so to speak - really hardly anyone was. Where he did measured up was on intellect, and that's where it mattered to Brandon. Aaron had gotten one point from a perfect ACT score and that one point still irritated him. They were a subtly brainy power couple. But there was another comparison of measurement in which Aaron excelled: his cock.

He'd been famous for his porn star endowment in the high school locker room, but that reputation had quickly become common knowledge at the University as well. Brandon liked that part too. Brandon was no slouch below the belt either, his erect pecker was beer-can thick - maybe more girthy than anyone he'd encountered - but it was a stubby version as well, that was just over half the length of the 8 3/4" that his boyfriend was sporting.

"I'm not sure I can wait for you to shower. All this physical activity has me...worked up." Brandon said, playfully bumping his crotch against Aaron's

"You wanna join me in the shower if you can't wait?" Aaron asked and he pulled his joggers to the floor, leaving him in just his skimpy Pump bikini briefs. Aaron had quite the collection of underwear. Brandon's beer can started to fill out at just the sight of the word 'Pump' which always both amused and aroused him. Aaron's dick was still pointing down but had started to grow and was making an obscenely large bulge that was tugging the waistband down to expose his curly blonde bush.

"I don't really wanna walk to the bathroom together. Seems kinda rude." Brandon said. "Eric is fine with us being together, but I can tell he doesn't really like it shoved in his face."

"That's bullshit." Aaron said. "Eric doesn't give two shits whether we're fucking in the shower or blowing the whole marching band." Aaron said. "You just need to get to know him better. He's just quiet, but he's super chill, like you. I actually think you two would really get along. It'll be easier now that we're roommates."

"What about Lana?" Brandon asked. "She seems kinda...I don't know...uppity."

Aaron laughed. "Lana isn't like your typical sorority girls. She's awesome too. Give her a chance."

"She's cool with us?" Brandon asked to be reassured again. He came from a very religiously conservative family and was always suspect of judgement.

"I wouldn't be here if she wasn't." Aaron said. "We were friends before she and Eric even got together. Did you forget I'm the one that introduced them?"

"Ok." Brandon said, still sounding unconvinced. "Still, Jake'll have a field day with us going to the shower together."

"Why the fuck do you care if Jake knows we're fucking in the shower?" Aaron said. "He's a giant, horny perv."

"Hmmm." Brandon groaned and then grabbed Aaron's dick and started tugging on it.

"What if I wanna be the giant horny perv?" Aaron said. Then he leaned in and kissed Brandon. Aaron closed his eyes and open his mouth to let Brandon's tongue play with his. He pressed his bare chest against Brandon's and felt the cold sweat between them and shivered. Brandon reached down into Aaron's briefs and held both of his smooth ass cheeks in his hands. "I don't think we're gonna make it to the shower."

Aaron dropped to his knees and pulled Brandon's sweatpants down to his ankles. He was wearing a jock strap which succeeded in making Aaron's cock fill out the rest of the way. He pulled off his own underwear too and his long prick swung around and brushed against the short, blonde hairs on Brandon's shins as he moved closer to take Brandon's fat boner into his mouth.

"That's it, Baby. Get those lips around me." Brandon said as Aaron opened his mouth to accept the beer can boner. Brandon's trimmed light brown man bush bumped against Aaron's nose and upper lip. Aaron felt his boyfriend's fat, velvety cock head fill the back of his mouth, and he felt the damp, wrinkly skin of Brandon's sweaty scrotum push against his chin and lower lip. Aaron always strained to keep his teeth from grazing Brandon's girthy tube snake but relished how he could take it all so easily without gagging.

Her reached around and slid the fingers of both hands down deep into the crevasse of Brandon's ass crack and held his hard, hairless globes tightly as he pulled him into his mouth.

"I'm so fucking horny, A." Brandon said, thrusting into Aaron's face without a care for his comfort. He knew Aaron loved it and it made the sensation both sweet and erotic. He kept pumping faster and faster, trying to reach that point at which he would feel the twist in his gut and know his climax was near. He was loyal to Aaron but that didn't mean he didn't have eyes. The sight of hot, sweaty boys like Jake and Eric lifting and stretching and squatting all day had only made him that much hornier. It wasn't going to take him long.

He grabbed the back of Aaron's head and gripped his thick blonde hair and welcomed the familiar sensations of the point of no return.

"OOOooohhhffffuuuuckkkk!" Brandon exhaled as he felt the rush of pleasure start to build, waiting for his orgasm to fully kick in like he was hanging over the tracks in the first car of a roller coaster for those few seconds when you're suspended before the big first drop.

Then it hit him like a football pass hitting him square in the chest. The endorphin rush expanded across his body and the jets of semen flooded Aaron's mouth.

Aaron let out a muffled grunt as the unexpected blast of cum filled his mouth and spilled out around Brandon's girthy shaft. He grabbed Brandon's tight balls just as his spunk escaped from Aaron's lips and coated his nads. Aaron worked the slippery goo all around Brandon's tight sac which extended the waves of pleasure and made Brandon's knees buckle.

"Holy mother of god." Brandon said as he exhaled and held Aaron's head to steady himself. "God damn!" He continued to breathe hard. "I really fucking needed that."

"You deserved it, Babe. Thanks again for all the help." Aaron said. "I'm gonna hit the shower."

"What about that?" Brandon said looking down at Aaron's giant rod.

"Look closer, Babe." Aaron said, leaning back on his heels. Brandon looked down at his feet. His jock strap pouch was turned inside out inside his sweatpants, bunched up at his ankles. Both the jock and sweats as well as his black trainers were plastered with streaks of white jizz.

"I can't believe you let that go to waste on the floor." Brandon said. "You know I would have returned the favor."

"I can't believe I just spooged up your clothes. I'm really sorry. I couldn't help it. Today made me horny as fuck too. I came when you did. You can borrow some of my clothes." Aaron said. "Think of it as christening the new room." He added, smiling and milking the last dribbles of semen from his long prick as it finally began to deflate. His purple cockhead rested on the floor, jizz still leaking out.

Brandon kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his sweats. "Can I pick any pair of underwear I want?" He asked.

"Any pair you want, Babe. My briefs are your briefs." Aaron said. "They're in the box in the corner." Brandon turned around and stepped toward the large box on the floor labeled, 'skivvies'. He bent at the waist and started digging through his options. Aaron admired his hard bubble butt as the hard globes shifted as he walked and licked his lips when Brandon unintentionally exposed his ass crack and tiny pink pucker, bending over. His crack was lined with the same tiny straight blonde hairs that spread down his thighs. Aaron smiled to himself. How had he gotten this lucky?

--

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think. These are characters from an earlier series in the Adult Friends section about Eric's and Jake's fathers who got together and explored their bisexual curiosity during the boy's high school tournament - and ended up staying together. Those series, "Taking Our Sons to the Tournament", "Home After the Tournament", and "Our Son's College Tournament" follow both generations. This story continues the boy's adventures in college. Let me know if you want more of their story.

Thanks, Mark