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I couldn't believe how things had turned out. How was it possible that I was stuck in this old hut with the three most intimidating guys from school?
The intention for the trip to the mountains was for it to be both educational and relaxing. Our professors had planned hiking trips with local guides so we could appreciate the natural beauty around us while learning about its rich history.
Today was supposed to be the toughest day of our journey. We knew we would tackle the longest hike yet and had even spent the previous night sleeping in tents. While it was fun, it was also quite scary. We were freezing in the cold, and an emergency could have arisen at any moment. Our professors and guides worked hard to keep us safe, but there was only so much they could do when it came to sleeping under the open sky. I have to admit, as someone who loves horror movies, sleeping in the dark tents while the wind howled outside, with only pitch-black darkness surrounding us, was kinda exciting.
The next day, we awoke with ruffled hair, many of us having barely slept. We made our way to our final destination. It wasn't a long journey, but we lacked just a couple of hours to make it a single-day trip.
Finally, we reached our destination: ancient ruins carved into the mountain peak. It was a breathtaking sight, and there were hardly any tourists around, as it was a hard place to access. Next to the ruins stood a small, primitive center where we were supposed to receive food, sleep, and attend history lessons -- or so we thought.
Upon our arrival at the facility, instead of our expected tutors, silence greeted us. The guides and our professors seemed puzzled but didn't panic--perhaps they wanted to pretend this was normal.
They assured us everything was fine, but their reassurances didn't fool anyone. The situation escalated when a girl spotted a pile of neatly discarded clothes lying on the floor. The clothes looked unnatural, as if someone had been lying in them just moments ago.
As panic spread, I noticed a dark figure moving in the blinding snowstorm outside. I couldn't make out any details, but it was definitely there--tall, shadowy, and approaching our facility. I tried to grab someone's attention, but everyone was too caught up in the chaos to listen to me.
Maybe if I were one of the popular guys, they would pay attention. I was the only one who had seen the figure, which then disappeared from view, now looming at the entrance of the facility.
My instincts screamed at me to run. Danger was closing in. I dashed through the crowd, trying to navigate past my professors, when I tripped over something and fell. It turned out to be Norton's broad back. He and his two best friends were sitting on the floor, casually sharing a protein-packed meal while everyone else was panicking. Their relaxed demeanor vanished as I tumbled into Andrew's lap and knocked over their food in the process.
"What the hell are you doing?" Norton shouted, anger flashing across his face.
As their expressions shifted from surprise to disappointment and anger, I scrambled to my feet and ran without a word.
"Hey! Get back here, you little--"
As I fled, their heavy footsteps echoed behind me like a stampede. I spotted an opening and decided to head there--anywhere but here.
Suddenly, a piercing scream froze me in my tracks, and the thunderous footsteps behind me came to an abrupt halt.
I turned around, surprised to see Norton, Andrew, and Luke wearing expressions I'd never seen before. They usually carried themselves with cocky confidence, but now they looked genuinely shocked.
But I didn't have time to process that--more screams echoed through the air, shaking me to my core.
Then, the main entrance door flew open, letting in a blast of wind and snow. There it was. The tall, dark figure. Or rather, there he was. This wasn't just any man; he was bigger than anyone I'd ever seen, and just looking at him made my knees go weak. He wore dark clothes and a long black leather coat--everything else was a blur as my eyes widened in terror.
Right in front of him was a pile of clothes, eerily similar to what we had seen earlier, but these were different. These were our teacher's clothes, and he was nowhere near in sight.
The figure moved inside, taking slow, heavy steps, crushing the clothes beneath. That's when chaos erupted. Everyone screamed and scattered in different directions, furniture went flying, and bodies collided like pinballs.
My three chasers, who had been so intent just moments before, now looked completely baffled and helpless.
"Quick! Move your asses and come this way! I saw a way out!" I yelled, my voice straining to break through the chaos as I took off. It was up to them if they wanted to follow.
I bolted out of the facility, the freezing wind slicing through my skin, and glanced back to see the boys finally breaking out of their daze, stumbling after me. We sprinted into the heavy snowstorm; the world reduced to a swirling white chaos. I didn't know where to head, but we had to keep moving.
Through the storm, I spotted something in the distance--an old wooden hut, standing sturdy against the howling wind. It looked big enough to provide some shelter, and it was the only thing I could recognize through the blizzard.
"Over there!"
We made our way toward the hut; the snow crunching under our boots. When we finally reached it, I yanked the door open, and we rushed inside, slamming it shut behind us.
Inside, the air was stale, and dim light filtered through cracked windows. But as I took a moment to catch my breath, my heart sank. In one corner of the room lay a pile of clothes--left behind, just like before. They looked worn and as if someone had abandoned them in a hurry.
"Great," I muttered, glancing at the others. They were panting, their faces pale with fear.
"What's with all the clothes?" Norton yelped in a voice that made him sound younger than he was.
Andrew, the himbo type, just stood next to him and stared blankly at the pile of clothes.
Luke scanned the room, his usual bravado gone.
"We should just hide here for a bit. It's better than being out there."
I nodded, my instincts screaming at me to stay put. We needed a moment to regroup and figure things out.
"Yeah, let's just stay low. We'll figure out our next move."
As we huddled together in the shadows, the howling wind outside seemed to grow louder, echoing the unease settling in our guts. We stayed silent, the only sound being the thumping of our hearts and the relentless snow battering against the wooden walls.
"Do you think we're safe here?" Andrew finally whispered, his voice barely audible.
"I don't know," I replied, my mind racing.
"But we'll have to find out soon. We can't stay here forever."
As we waited, I couldn't shake the feeling that we weren't alone in this hut. The weight of the abandoned clothes felt heavy in the air, as if they were a warning. But for now, we had no choice but to remain hidden and hope for the storm to pass.
I leaned against the cold wooden wall, trying to steady my breathing. How had I ended up here, hiding with Norton, Andrew, and Luke? Just days ago, they were the kings of the class, their laughter ringing in my ears as they made jokes at my expense.
I glanced at them--Norton clenched his jaw tight, Andrew's eyes darted around like a frightened deer, and Luke nervously shifted from foot to foot. They were the guys who thrived on their bravado, confident, surrounded by girls and popular, the ones who made me feel small and awkward. Yet, here we were, thrown together by some twisted turn of fate, all scared equally.
I could feel the weight of their presence, the way their eyes occasionally flicked toward me, questioning whether I really knew what to do next. It was almost laughable--suddenly; I became the one with unexpected authority, after always being picked last.
"I can't believe I'm stuck with you guys," I thought bitterly, remembering all the times they'd laughed at my quirks and mocked my interests. Yet now, in this moment of shared fear, those past grievances felt so trivial. Would they ever see me differently? Would they ever acknowledge the strength I never knew I had?
The wind howled outside, rattling the shutters, and I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. I shook my head, pushing those thoughts aside. "Focus," I reminded myself. "We need to survive this."
Norton caught my eye and for the first time, there was no arrogance there--just a shared sense of dread.
"What's the plan?" he asked, his voice steadier than I expected.
I took a deep breath, drawing on whatever courage I could muster. "We wait it out for a bit. See if the storm dies down. Then we find a way back." It was a simple enough plan, but it felt monumental in this moment.
Andrew nodded slowly, still looking scared.
"What if that... thing... finds us here?"
"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," I replied, forcing confidence into my tone. Deep down, though, I felt the same fear creeping back in.
"Let's just stay quiet," I urged, my voice barely above a whisper. "If we stay still, maybe it won't find us."
And so we sat in silence, hearts racing, bracing ourselves for whatever might come next. At that moment, I felt a strange sense of camaraderie building among us. Fear had a funny way of leveling the playing field. And while the boys might never fully understand my struggles, we were in this together now.
All I could do was hope that by the time the storm passed, we'd find a way out of this--together.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. The boys huddled together near the door, their faces tense and wary. They were taller and stronger than me, but at that moment, I felt a strange sense of responsibility. I had to figure out what was going on.
I cautiously stepped away from them, glancing around the hut. The main room was surprisingly spacious, dominated by a large wooden frame bed in one corner and a worn couch that looked like it had seen better days. The faint smell of pine mixed with something musty hung in the air.
As I moved further into the hut, I noticed a stone fireplace, the wood neatly stacked inside, ready for a fire. That was a good sign--at least it meant we could keep warm if we needed to. I quickly checked the kitchen area. To my surprise, it was fully stocked: shelves lined with canned goods, a small stove, and even a table set for four. It was almost homey, if not for the unsettling vibe of abandoned clothes lying around.
The bathroom door was slightly ajar. I peeked inside to find a working toilet, sink, shower and even a bathtub, which was a relief. It felt surreal--this place was in decent shape, yet something was off.
I returned to the main room and found the boys still clustered together, nervously darting their eyes around the hut.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "There's no one here. The place seems stocked, like it was prepared for someone to come back."
"What do you mean? "
Andrew asked, his brows knitted together.
"I mean... we might be safe for a while," I replied, glancing back at the fireplace.
"At least we can stay warm and maybe even eat something if it comes to that."
Norton frowned, still skeptical.
"But what about those clothes? People don't just leave stuff like that behind."
"Yeah, I know," I admitted, a chill creeping up my spine as I tried to erase the image of our teacher's clothes lying discarded on the ground.
"But for now, we need to stay put. If there's a way out, it'll still be there after we rest."
The boys exchanged glances, clearly weighing their options. I could see the tension in their shoulders ease just a little.
"Fine," Norton finally said, his voice low.
"But if anything happens, we're out of here."
I said nothing.
We settled into the hut, keeping our voices down. The storm raged outside, but inside, we tried to find a sense of normalcy, even as the lingering feeling of unease clung to us like the snow piling up outside.
As night fell, the howling wind outside morphed into an eerie chorus, creating an unsettling soundtrack to our predicament. To my surprised I loved how creepy the sound was. It calmed me, probably because I watched way too many horror movies in my life.
The dim light filtering through the cracked windows faded, leaving us in shadows that felt suffocating. I shivered, realizing just how cold the hut had become.
"Alright, so what now?" Andrew asked, rubbing his arms for warmth.
"We can't just sit here all night," I replied, glancing at the old wooden bed. It looked surprisingly inviting, despite its rough edges. "I mean, we need to conserve body heat. We should all sleep in the bed together."
Norton raised an eyebrow. "All four of us? Isn't that a bit... cramped?"
"It's that or freeze," I shot back, trying to keep the tone light. "Besides, we're in this together now. It'll be like a weird slumber party--minus the fun."
"--minus the pussy." Luke burst out. Was that seriously what the guy was thinking about even in this situation?! I stared at him judgementally, but he just gave me a shameless look.
Andrew chuckled nervously, the tension in the air slightly easing. "Well, I'm not too keen on the idea of sleeping on that couch. It looks like it could collapse at any moment."
With a reluctant nod, the others seemed to agree. We moved to the bed, the creaking wooden frame reminding us of our predicament as we climbed on.
I, being the smallest, took the center spot, with Norton and Luke on either side of me, and Andrew squeezed in on the end. It was definitely a tight fit, but the bed was huge and it was better than the alternative.
As we settled in, I could feel the heat from their bodies radiating around me, a welcome contrast to the biting cold that surrounded the hut. I tried to relax.
It was a new sensation for me to find myself squeezed between two big bodies like that of Norton and Luke. I had to admit I really enjoyed it and within seconds, my body and mind became less tense.
I took a deep breath, focusing on the steady rhythm of their breathing. It was oddly comforting. As sleep tugged at my consciousness from the day's exhaustion, the sound of Norton's voice, low and serious, jolted me back to reality.
"So... we're really going to do this? Sleep here, together, after everything?"
"Yeah," I murmured, trying to sound braver than I felt.
"It's the best we can do right now."
"I just can't shake this feeling," he said, his voice dropping even lower.
"Those clothes... and that figure. It's like something out of a horror movie."
"Yeah, well, at least we're the ones writing the script now," I replied, attempting to keep the mood light.
A tense silence fell over us, broken only by the howling wind outside. I could hear the others shifting slightly, the creaking of the bed adding to the eerie ambiance.
"Guys, can we just agree to keep an eye out? If anything happens, we wake each other up," Andrew suggested, his voice slightly trembling.
"Good idea," I replied, feeling a mix of relief and camaraderie.
"We'll be alert. No one falls asleep until we feel safe."
Just as we settled into an uneasy quiet, a deafening wind was blasting outside, causing the windows to rattle violently. The wind screamed like a banshee, and the sound echoed in the small hut, making my heart race.
Andrew let out a high-pitched yelp, pressing his back against Norton with an intensity that caught me off guard.
"What was that?!" he squeaked, his bravado stripped away in an instant. I couldn't blame him for his reaction.
Norton and Luke immediately shifted, trying to reassure him.
"It's just the wind, man! It's fine!" Norton said, his voice steadier than I'd expected.
"Yeah, it's not gonna get us," Luke added, though his own voice was tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
But Andrew didn't seem convinced. His eyes were wide, glistening with fear, and he pressed himself even closer to Norton, seeking the comfort of his friend's sturdy frame. I watched, a strange thrill coursing through me as the once-confident Andrew--who always strutted through the halls like he owned them--now looked so vulnerable, practically melting into Norton's protective embrace.
Norton, usually the confident leader of their trio, wrapped an arm around Andrew's shoulders, his expression softening.
"Hey, it's okay. You're safe with us." The way he held Andrew, with a mix of gentleness and strength, was unexpected and made my stomach tingle.
For a moment, the sight captivated me. There was something alluring about Andrew's vulnerability. I had never seen him like this--his tough exterior peeled away, leaving just a scared kid. It made me realize that beneath the bravado; he was just like me and the contrived image I had of him changed into something more real.
"Look, we are together, Andrew," I said, attempting to inject some calm into the situation. "If anything happens, we'll handle it as a team."
Andrew nodded, still pressed tightly against Norton. I could see the tension slowly fade away from him, comforted by the physical presence of his friend. Norton was even caressing his shoulder now, in a brotherly way. There was something strangely satisfying about witnessing this shift, about seeing the mighty brought low.
"Sorry for freaking out," Andrew murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Nothing to apologize, dude," Norton replied, still holding him close. "We're all a bit on edge."
Heck, if those weren't the softest and most caring words I've ever heard come out of Norton's mouth. If being scared shitless means you turn into a better person than we should start scarring a load more people on the daily.
The warmth radiating from Norton and Andrew made the cold air seem less oppressive, and as I watched, I couldn't help but feel affection for them.
The chaos outside, while frightening, had drawn us together in a way that felt almost intimate.
Norton continued to speak soothingly, his fingers gently stroking Andrew's shoulder as if to ground him.
"Just breathe. We're in this together, right?"
"Right," Andrew replied, taking a shaky breath.
As we lay there, I could feel the warmth enveloping us, a fragile cocoon of the snowy night. Despite the storm raging outside, it felt almost peaceful in that moment, as if we were isolated from the chaos.
Gradually, I felt the weight of exhaustion pull me under. Despite my racing thoughts, I drifted off, lulled by the sound of their breathing.
Eventually, sleep took over, wrapping me in its embrace. I dreamt of the dark figure, but it felt distant, more like a shadow than a threat. As I shifted closer to the warmth of the boys, I realized that for the first time in a long while; I didn't feel entirely alone.
But as the storm raged outside, the unease still lingered in the back of my mind. Whatever awaited us beyond the safety of this hut was still out there, and we had to be ready for anything when morning came.
The next morning, I awoke to a faint light filtering through the cracked windows. The howling wind had dulled to a gentle whisper, and the relentless snowstorm that had engulfed us seemed to have passed, leaving a quiet stillness in its wake. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, realizing that I was still nestled between Norton and Luke, and the warmth from their bodies starkly contrasted with the chill that lingered in the hut.
"Hey," I murmured, breaking the silence as I turned to see the others stirring. Norton blinked at me, his expression groggy but softened by the morning light. Andrew was still pressing his body against him, his face peaceful in sleep.
"Looks like the storm has cleared," Luke said, peering through the window.
"We should try to find our way back to the facility."
With a reluctant nod, I climbed out of bed, feeling a chill creep back in as I stood up. As soon as we exited, the world seemed to change. The sun was shining, casting a brilliant light on the snow-covered ground, but it also revealed how disorienting the landscape was. Layers of snow had hidden the familiar trails, making everything look the same--a vast expanse of white with no clear path.
We trudged forward, trying to remember the route we had taken the day before. The snow crunched beneath our boots, but the further we walked, the more lost I felt. Every direction seemed to lead us in circles, the hut fading into the distance behind us.
"Are we sure we're going the right way?" Andrew asked, glancing back at me and Norton.
"I thought I remembered..." I started, but my voice trailed off as I realized I had no clue. The panic from the previous day crept back in, tightening my chest.
Norton stopped, running a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face.
"We need to figure this out. We can't just wander around forever."
"Let's go back," I suggested, the thought of being lost in the wilderness sending a shiver down my spine. "We can regroup and come up with a better plan."
The others nodded, relief washing over their faces. We turned back, trudging through the snow until we finally reached the familiar outline of the hut. Once inside, the warmth enveloped us, a welcome contrast to the uncertainty outside.
"Okay, we need to think," I said, pacing the small space. "We need to communicate with our professors or the guides. Maybe they'll come looking for us."
"We can try to signal them," Luke suggested, his brow furrowing as he scanned the hut.
"If we can find some wood and start a fire...Will also make the best lace warmer."
"Good idea," Norton replied, his earlier frustration fading into focus.
"We can do that. It might help if anyone is nearby."
We set to work, gathering firewood and arranging it in the fireplace. We waited for the flames to catch.
Eventually, we got a fire going, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows on the walls. As the warmth enveloped us, the lingering unease dissipated.
As night fell again, we found ourselves back on the bed, the light from the fire illuminating the room. The day had drained us, and as we settled in, I felt a comfort in the closeness we shared.
"Do you think they'll find us?" Andrew asked.
"I think they will," I replied.
"We'll figure this out together."
With that reassurance hanging in the air, we huddled close again, warmth radiating from each of us.
What he hadn't realized, though, was how hot the wooden cabin would get with the fireplace burning. We especially noticed the heat now that our bodies were huddled close together.
Luke, feeling the heat rising in the cabin, fidgeted, tugging at the collar of his shirt. His skin seemed sticky with sweat, the fabric clinging to his body. With a sheepish grin, he glanced at our group, mumbling about the sudden heat.
"I think I might take off my shirt. It's getting pretty warm in here," Luke announced, already peeling off the damp garment.
The fire crackled in agreement, sending waves of warmth around the room.
Norton chuckled, shaking his head as he watched Luke discard his shirt.
"No need to announce something you do around us regularly bro"
Luke shrugged, tossing his shirt aside and settling back down on the bed.
"Hey, if it helps with the heat," Andrew chimed in.
With a sly smile, he removed his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. It was massive! He had pecs I have never seen before on a man. The firelight danced across his skin, highlighting his muscles.
I felt my cheeks flush at the sight. Andrew caught my gaze and held it for a moment, a silent exchange passing between us before he turned his attention back to the group.
Norton raised an eyebrow at Andrew's bold move, but there was a playful gleam in his eyes.
"Well, if we're all doing it..." With a grin, he joined in, removing his own shirt and adding it to the small pile on the floor.
The room seemed to grow warmer with each discarded piece of clothing, for me at least. I could not believe this was happening. I was nestled between three huge guys with their bare tits, staring right at my face. Did they want me to remove my shirt as well? I bet they knew I was gay, so didn't that make them feel awkward at all?
I hesitated for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest. The prospect of stripping down in this situation was not the casual thing like it was for them. I was not used to display my body in front of guys, and especially guys that I found attractive. And yeah, I had to admit my attraction to them even after the things they did to me.
As I debated whether to join them, the fire crackled, casting flickering shadows on the walls. My hesitation seemed to linger in the air.
Finally, Norton spoke up, his tone gentle yet insistent.
"If you're comfortable, then that's what matters," he said, his eyes meeting mine in understanding.
Andrew nodded in agreement, his expression open and supportive. Why were there so nice to me and where did they hide this side of themselves all along? Maybe I just didn't know them enough?
I took a deep breath, feeling the warmth of the fire and the warmth of their acceptance. It was a strange situation--lost in the wilderness, alone but not alone. It felt like I was experiencing new freedom.
With that thought in mind, I shed my shirt, my heart pounding in my chest but my body responding to the heat of the room and the understanding eyes of my formerly intimidating straight classmates. My shirt came off.
Just then, I noticed Luke had been staring at me this whole time while I was staring at Norton and Andrew, or to be precise, their massive man breasts. Luke looked at me knowingly and although I was confused, I knew he saw right through me. He grinned at me and gestured to my crotch with his eyes. I froze, following his gaze and seeing my pants tenting. No way in hell did I just pop a boner without realizing. Not right now. This was bad! I was crazy!
I looked away from Luke, my face flushing red. I couldn't believe this was happening. The shock of momentary embarrassment and fear of being discovered caused me to involuntarily adjust myself. Luke smirked, his knowing eyes sparkling. It was clear he had noticed my reaction, and it seemed like he was going to make a joke out of it.
"Sorry guy, I gotta run to the bathroom," I said, jumping out of the bed and startling Norton and Andrew a little.
My heart pounded in my chest as I hurried towards the bathroom, hoping to regain some semblance of control over myself.
As I shut the door behind me, I leaned against it, trying to calm my racing heart. What was wrong with me?
I splashed some water on my face, attempting to regain my composure. These were not normal circumstances - being stranded in a cabin with three attractive guys was definitely a unique experience.
Time definitely passed as I was sitting on the bathroom floor, desperately waiting for my boner to go down. Once he finally did, I peaked out of the bathroom only to see Andrew dozing off comfortably in the dimly lit room. I became transfixed again as I watch his big chest move up and down with every slow breath he took. Shit! I slammed the door shut again, hoping no one noticed. To my surprise, just as I tried to calm down again, the door opened and Luke walked in. I almost let out a scream before Luke pushed his finger to my mouth and shushed me.
He looked at me, a knowing smile on his face, and whispered,
"It's okay, we all have urges. We're in a tough situation, after all."
I looked at him, surprised but also relieved. His muscled chest looked so good. Luke chuckled and added,
"You were staring at Andrew, weren't you?"
I blushed fiercely, knowing that Luke could see right through me. Luke took both his hands and cupped his pecs. He was stroking them.
"Mine are almost as big as his," he whispered, his voice low and husky.
I couldn't help but look at his chest, at the muscles that bulged beneath his skin. He was right - his pecs were impressive.
I swallowed hard, feeling a stirring in my loins as I took in the sight of Luke's muscular chest.
"Luke," I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper.
"You can touch them."
For a moment, I hesitated, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness surge through me. Never had I been this close to another guy, let alone touched their chest like this. I could believe Luke was making me this offer. I always assumed he was 100% straight. Maybe he is trying to trick me?
"Come on, I know you want to."
Luke's eyes intently locked with mine. I felt a pull towards him.
With shaking hands, I reached out and placed my palm on one of Luke's pecs. I couldn't help but run my fingers gently over the contours, tracing the outline of his pectoral muscle with fascination.
"Wow, Luke..." I murmured, awestruck by the feel of his body beneath my touch. He watched me intently, his eyes never leaving mine as I continued to explore his chest.
"They feel strong,"
"That's because they are," Luke said with a smirk, looking incredibly pleased by my reaction. He leaned in closer, his breath warm on my face as he spoke.
"You should see the rest of me."
I felt my heart race at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through me as I imagined what he was implying. His confidence was intoxicating, and his body was so breathtaking.
Luke continued to watch me intently, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and desire. I couldn't help but wonder what he saw when he looked at me, what he was thinking as he stood there, so close to me, his body bare and magnificent.
"Luke," I whispered, my eyes locked with his.
"Yes?" he replied, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine.
"Can I touch...? There?" I asked, gesturing towards the bulge in his pants.
His eyes flashed with a mix of surprise and excitement at my boldness. He hesitated for only a second before nodding his head, his eyes never leaving mine.
"Oh yes," he said, his voice husky and filled with anticipation.
My heart pounded in my chest as I reached out towards him, my hand shaking slightly as it reached the front of his pants. I hesitated for a moment before slowly unbuttoning his fly, feeling a rush of excitement at what I was about to do. As I pulled his zipper down, I could feel the warmth of his body through his jeans.
I hesitantly reached inside and wrapped my hand around him.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured, his voice changed, and it aroused me so much now. It was like hearing a completely new version of himself.
Luke let out a soft groan as I began to stroke him. His body was rigid against me, and I could feel the pulse of his cock beneath my fingers.
I was shocked by my own boldness, but the thrill of the moment pushed me forward, and I began to stroke Luke's cock more confidently.
"That's it," he growled, his eyes locked on mine as he thrust into my hand. His body was alive with tension, and the thought of pleasuring him further electrified me.
"I want you to suck it," he said, his voice deep and gravelly like a snake charmer's call.
I couldn't resist him.
I knelt down in front of Luke and admired his rock-hard cock. I never thought I would be this close to him, let alone his pulsing dick. It was larger than I had expected, and I hesitated for just a moment before opening my mouth to take him in. As his shaft slid into my warm, wet mouth, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my body.
Luke let out a deep moan as my lips wrapped around him. I let my mouth slip off his dick and gestured him to be quiet. He smirked and put his finger against his mouth in return.
I continued to stroke him gracefully while I slowly took him back into my mouth, feeling his cock grow even harder inside me. I moved my head up and down, relishing the pleasure of having Luke's massive cock deep in my throat.
Luke thrust into my mouth rhythmically, his body moving in time with my movements. The sound of me slurping soon echoed through the small bathroom. We were getting louder and more reckless, but didn't care.
The thought of being caught only made things more exhilarating. I felt a chill run down my spine as I wondered what would happen if Andrew and Norton woke up and caught us in the act. Part of me wanted them to see. To see how good at sucking
Luke's cock, how much he liked it and that they could feel this pleasure as well.
"Fuck, I knew you were a cocksucker,"
In any other circumstance, I would be offended, but I found it so hot that he called me exactly who I wanted to be right now.
"You are so good at his!"
Suddenly, Luke's body stiffened, and with a loud groan, he thrust deeply into my mouth. I felt his cock twitch as he reached his peak, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he exploded in my mouth.
"Want this warm load?"
I moaned on his cock in response.
I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of his cum as it spurted into my mouth.
The sensation of Luke's cock spasming in my mouth, releasing his hot seed, sent shivers down my spine. I relished the taste of his cum flooding my mouth. As he softened in my mouth, I reluctantly withdrew, letting his completely wet cock slurp out of my mouth.
"Wow," he gasped, looking at his spent cock, "that was..."
I felt a sense of pride wash over me at having pleased him so much. Despite the circumstances, he had never sucked cock before.
"You were incredible," Luke admitted, running his fingers through my hair.
Luke zipped up quickly, and as we emerged from the bathroom - still catching our breath - the sight of Andrew surprised us. He was standing right in front of the bathroom door, watching us quizzically. Norton was asleep on the other couch, completely oblivious to what had just taken place.
"Oh, fuck," Andrew muttered under his breath, his eyes wide with shock. I quickly scanned his body and saw that he had a boner in his pants. The thought of him perving on us was arousing and also ridiculous. I couldn't imagine a big guy like him trying to be sneaky. Confused, I looked over at Luke who was staring at Andrew's tent in his pants. Without hesitation, Luke pulled the shocked Andrew into the bathroom by his arm. Not wanting to be left out, I followed and closed the bathroom door behind me.
"What the hell were you doing outside the bathroom door?"
Andrew's eyes flicked between Luke and me.
"I... I heard noises," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought something was wrong."
Luke looked at me, his eyes betraying a hint of amusement.
"Wrong? The only thing wrong here is that you are the only one with a boner right now Andrew."
This wasn't true because I was still rock hard inside my pants. I watched Luke pull closer into Andrew, holding his arm up against the wall. Andrew was such a stud yet he seemed to let someone threaten him with ease.
"I'm surprised you are into this as well Andrew, I thought it would be just me and him,"
"No I'm, I'm not gay, it must be something in the air or something,"
Luke almost burst out laughing.
"Oh, Andrew, I can finally admit how cute you are. Look at those jeans. They are about to rip from how horny you are getting, you bastard."
Luke chuckled, then leaned in close to Andrew's ear. "You might not consider yourself gay, but I bet you've thought about sucking cock before." He paused for a moment, allowing the words to sink in.
"I can see it in your eyes... the desire, the curiosity."
Andrew's breathing became ragged as he looked from Luke to me and back again. The tension in the room was palpable. Seeing Andrew so vulnerable and desperate was beyond hot to me. I was used to avoiding him and his gigantic frame in the corridors, but seeing him like this, I wanted to be as close to him as possible.
"Well?" Luke continued, his voice low and seductive.
"Is it true? Have you ever thought about sucking a cock?"
Andrew hesitated, clearly torn between denying it and admitting the truth. Finally, he sighed and nodded.
"Yes," he whispered, almost too quiet for us to hear.
"I have."
A shiver ran down my spine at the admission. Here was Andrew, a big himbo who I never thought would be interested in something like this, admitting to fantasies I had only dreamt of.
Luke grinned, a wicked glint in his eyes. He seemed to be as excited as me.
"I knew it," he said, stepping closer to Andrew.
"You're not as straight as you pretend to be."
Andrew looked like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes darting between us as if he wasn't sure what was happening. However, a spark of excitement that couldn't be faked was undeniable in his eyes.
"You want to know something else?" Luke continued.
"I've been wanting to see you like this for a while now. Finally, seeing you like this makes me hard just thinking about it."
He reached down, adjusting his pants as if to prove his point.
"I bet you want to submit to us both. Service both of our cocks."
"I, I don't..."
Andrew's face flushed red at Luke's words. His hard-on strained against the fabric of his pants, a clear sign of how much he was enjoying this situation. The thought of Andrew pleasuring both Luke and me was too much for me to handle. I couldn't help but free my throbbing erection from my jeans. My cock jumped out, eager to be released, and Andrew started at it in amazement.
His gaze flicked between Luke and me, as if trying to figure out what was happening. The air in the bathroom was thick with tension, charged with a sexual energy.
"Look at him," Luke murmured, his voice low and seductive.
"He wants you, just as much as I do."
I couldn't help but smile at Andrew's discomfort, his wide eyes and parted lips, betraying his excitement. I watched as he licked his lips, his gaze still fixed on my erection.
"You can touch it, big guy," I said quietly, surprising myself with how confident I sounded.
Luke grinned, taking advantage of Andrew's confusion. He stepped closer to Andrew, grabbing his wrist and forcing it towards my erection.
"Go on," he urged. "What are you waiting for, bro?"
With a deep exhale, Andrew reached out and wrapped his big fingers around the base of my cock. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I could feel pre cum leaking from my tip.
"That's it." Luke purred, watching Andrew's hesitant hand stroke my dick.
I bit my lip, unable to contain my excitement as I watched Andrew's big, rough hand pump my cock. His eyes flicked between Luke and me, seeking approval, and we both nodded, encouraging him to continue.
Andrew's fingers tightened around my cock, his grip firm yet gentle. The sensation was overpowering, and I couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure. As he stroked me in that big, clumsy way that only Andrew could manage, I found myself mesmerized by the sight before me.
"You want to taste it, don't you?" Luke teased, leaning in closer to Andrew's ear.
"You want to know what it feels like to have a thick cock in your mouth?"
Andrew glanced up at Luke, his face flushed with lust. He nodded hesitantly, unable to deny the truth anymore.
"I do," he whispered hoarsely. "I want to know what it feels like."
Luke grinned triumphantly, his eyes locked onto Andrew's as he stepped even closer. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his own hard-on.
"That's it, Andrew," Luke whispered seductively. "show us how much you want it."
I watched in awe as Andrew slowly lowered himself onto his knees, his gaze never leaving Luke's cock. He reached out hesitantly, his fingertips brushing against Luke's erection before wrapping his large hand around it. The sight of him pleasuring both of us was overwhelming.
"That's my good boy," Luke praised, enjoying the sight of Andrew servicing him.
"Take your time,"
As Andrew continued to stroke us both, I found myself fascinated by the way he moved. His big hands were firm yet gentle, exploring every inch of our cocks with reverence. He was tender and affectionate, like a child who got to play with a toy for the first time in his life.
Andrew's eyes flicked up to meet mine, panic flashing across his face for a moment before disappearing.
I watched as he slowly lowered his head, his lips parting slightly as he prepared to take Luke's cock into his mouth. I knew how much Luke enjoyed being sucked off, and the thought of Andrew pleasuring him sent a thrill of excitement through me.
As soon as Andrew's lips touched Luke's cock, I knew he was going to be amazing at this. His technique was slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of Luke's erection as he moved down its length. Luke groaned softly in pleasure, his hands gently threading through Andrew's hair as he encouraged him on. Luke looked at me and mouthed the word fuck without saying a word.
As Andrew became more comfortable with the act, his confidence grew, and so did his eagerness. He moved faster, taking Luke deeper into his throat each time.
Andrew's mouth continued to work its magic on Luke, his lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft with ease. I watched in awe as he took Luke's entire cock into his mouth, sucking gently as he pulled back before plunging forward again. The sight of Andrew being so eager and passionate filled me with a desire that I could no longer control.
"Andrew," I whispered softly, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to catch his attention.
He glanced up at me, his eyes wide and innocent as he met my gaze. A moment of panic flashed across his face before a look of determination replaced it. He knew what I wanted, and he was more than willing to give it to me.
Andrew released Luke's cock with a wet pop, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly stood up.
"Turn around," I whispered, barely able to contain my excitement.
Luke stared at me, his face beaming with surprise and amazement.
Andrew's colossal form moved gracefully as he turned around.
"Spread your legs," I instructed him, my voice filled with command and desire.
As Andrew complied with my request, revealing his gorgeous round ass, I quickly pulled down his jeans just enough to reveal his glorious cheeks. He mounted, and I watched his erection jet up in excitement. The thrill of submitting to our desires had taken over him completely.
I approached him from behind, my throbbing erection positioning itself at the entrance to his tight hole. I had to push through his big butt a little to get to it. As I pressed against him, I felt the resistance of his virgin ass, but that only added to my excitement.
"Fuck me dude," Luke let out.
He was beating his meat furiously as he watched me position myself behind his friend.
I spat on my cock, feeling Andrew tremble before me.
"What are you doing?" Andrew whispered.
I pushed forward, slowly penetrating his tight virgin hole. Andrew let out a small yelp, but it twisted into a moan as he felt my cock enter him. His ass was so tight.
"That's it," Luke urged, his hand moving faster on his dick.
I thrust deeper into Andrew, each movement causing him to moan louder. His big body shook with pleasure as I took him from behind. I could see the excitement in Luke's eyes as he watched me take Andrew's massive ass.
"Fuck yeah, give it to him," Luke grunted, his own excitement nearing its peak.
I continued to pound into Andrew, feeling his ass clench around my cock with each thrust. His body bounced up and down, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room. Andrew's breaths were ragged, his moans growing louder as he lost himself in the pleasure of being fucked.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried out as I continued to move inside him.
Our movements soon turned animalistic, and I felt like I was fucking a big bull instead of a person as Andrew pushed his huge body back against desperately.
His muscles clenched around my cock as I went deeper and deeper inside him. The feeling was indescribable; it was as if time stood still, and the world disappeared into a haze of pure pleasure.
As I thrust in and out of Andrew, Luke continued to stroke his own hard-on, watching us with unabashed desire.
Andrew's large body swayed with each thrust, his moans mixing with our pants and groans as we continued our hedonistic escapades. It wasn't long before we were all on the brink of climaxing, each one of us desperate to reach it.
Luke's hand moved faster and faster on his cock, the anticipation of what was about to happen building to a crescendo.
"Fuck him harder!" Luke cried out, his voice hoarse with desire.
I gave into my own urges, thrusting deeper into Andrew's ass with reckless abandon.
"Oh god, you're so big," Andrew whispered, his voice barely audible over the sounds of our passionate lovemaking.
Why did Norton not wake up yet and check on us? We were making a ruckus, but honestly, I could not care less right now.
I felt like I was in a world of my own, each movement causing me to lose myself in the pleasure of taking Andrew's ass. His big body trembled beneath me, his large muscles flexing as he took every inch of my cock deep inside him.
"Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Andrew screamed, his voice filled with urgency and desire.
"Fuck! You big horny bitch!" I obliged, thrusting even harder into him, feeling his large body tremble beneath me with each movement.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum," Luke grunted, his breathing labored as he came closer to his release.
His hand moved faster and faster on his cock, the veins in his neck standing out as he reached the peak of his pleasure.
"Cum for us," I urged, feeling my climax nearing.
I watched amazed as Luke came spraying warm cum all over my belly and Andrew's big ass that was still getting fucked.
Andrew's eyes widened, his breathing ragged as he cried out,
"I'm cumming too!"
His large body shuddered as he released his load all over the floor, the sound of it hitting the cold tiles adding to the erotic atmosphere. His body was spasming and shivering on my cock, and that brought me to the edge.
With one last push I felt my dick erupt, hot jizz filling Andrew's formerly straight hole.
"FUCK!" I roared, feeling the waves of ecstasy crash over me as I came.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Andrew cried out, his large body shaking with each spasm, his breaths ragged and panting.
I pulled out of Andrew, my cock dripping with cum as it left his well-fucked ass. He looked back at me, a satisfied grin on his face.
"That was incredible," he said, catching his breath. His gaze shifted to Luke as he added, "You guys are so hot."
Luke, now spent, slowly lowered his hand, wiping the remnants of his release from his fingers. He looked at us both, his eyes filled with adoration and affection. He was caressing his cum all over Andrew's ass.
"I can't believe we just did that," Luke said, still in awe of the events that had just unfolded.
We stood there, catching our breath and relishing in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. The scent of sweat and sex lingered in the air.
As I looked at Andrew, his large body glistening with a mixture of sweat and cum, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.
I could not take it. I had to, so I turned Andrew around and pushed my tongue into his wet mouth.
I felt his lips part, eagerly accepting my tongue as we kissed passionately. Our tongues danced and intertwined, tasting each other's desire and the remnants of our orgasms. It was a kiss filled with raw lust and unbridled pleasure.
"Oh god, I want more," Andrew whispered between gasps, his large hands grasping at my back as he pulled me closer to him.
I could feel his erection hard again against my leg, begging for attention.
"I know just what to do," I said, breaking away from the kiss. I turned him around again, positioning him on his hands and knees. His large body quivered with anticipation as I lined up my cock with his well-fucked hole once more.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked, my voice low and husky.
"Fuck yes," he replied.
Luke interjected.
"No! Guys! Snap out of it! Don't you feel like something is off?"
As the words left Luke's mouth, a strange feeling washed over me. It was as if the room had suddenly grown colder, and the warmth of our passion-filled encounter seemed to fade away.
I looked at Andrew, his large body still poised in the position I had placed him in, waiting for me to continue. There was something off about his expression--a glint in his eyes that I couldn't quite place.
"Luke, what do you mean?" I asked, my voice tinged with unease.
"Something just doesn't feel right," he replied, his brows furrowed as he studied us both. "Like we're being watched or something."
In that moment, a chill ran down my spine, and I couldn't shake the feeling that something was very, very wrong.
"Guys," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our rapid breathing. "I think you're right."
As if on cue, a faint scratching sound came from the other side of the door. It was barely audible, but it sent shivers down our spines.
"Someone's out there," Luke whispered urgently, his eyes wide with fear.
We both looked at each other, our hearts pounding in our chests. Then, without a word, we both scrambled to our feet and began frantically dressing up.
We stared at each other, our hearts pounding in our chests as we tried to make sense of what was happening. The scratching continued, growing louder and more insistent with each passing second.
"Stay here," I hissed. I crept towards the door, trying to keep as quiet as possible. I didn't want to alert whoever - or whatever - was on the other side.
I cautiously turned the handle and slowly pushed the door open. The scratching stopped abruptly, leaving me suspended in a state of tense anticipation.
"Is someone there?" I called out, my voice barely above a whisper. There was no response, only the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my ears.
I gingerly stepped out into the room.
The living room was empty, but something felt off.
My gaze then fell on Norton's jeans, discarded on the bed.
I looked back at Luke, who was now standing right behind me, his eyes wide with terror. "What do we do?" he whispered, his voice trembling.
"We need to find Norton," I replied.
This situation went from fucked to amazing to fucked again, but no matter what, I had no fear in myself. With Luke and Andrew by my side, I felt like I could take on whatever was waiting for us.
The end, happy Halloween! :)