Parts of this tale will be greatly exaggerated. Some parts will be skipped entirely, others will be replaced with the things I wish had happened. The one thing that will not be altered in the slightest is who we were. All five of us. I won't change how anyone looked or how we felt about each other. I'll try to gloss over some of the harsh words but I won't pretend they didn't happen.
Although, really, honesty isn't my main concern. I know that if I told anyone about us, they wouldn't believe me. In fact, sometimes I don't believe me. And I married one of them. Every day I wake up, I see him, and I think that this is all impossible. That there's been some mistake, he isn't really mine. I've just fallen into someone else's life and it will all be taken from me soon. I don't think I deserve him. He says that's why I do. But I'm not convinced. I don't think I ever will be. I didn't deserve any of them.
This is the story of the year I and my five good friends ran away and fell in love with each other.
I should clarify, I'm making this sound like a sappy, happy-go-lucky love story. That's not exactly right. It was wild, hot, and hedonistic. Some of them things we did. . . well, you'll see. But just to tide you over till then, I will make some wild promises about one night and a hot tub where we all fucked each other. I'm not explaining this well. We literally all fucked each other. My dick was in four guy's asses that night, and four guy's dicks were in mine. We really just wanted to be able to say that we'd done it. We'd already been fucking, separately and together. I think fucking is pretty much the only thing we did.
First, I need to explain one or two things about how this started. I'll introduce the guys as we go along.
Freshman year of college, we all rushed Kappa Zeta Phi, and obviously we all made it. But you should know that when you go to college in an off-the-map town, sometimes the wild things they say about frat boys and rush week are all true.
On the final night, we were put naked into a room together. There's no pretty way to say this. We were told that to make a bond of brotherhood, we needed to see each other at our most vulnerable. And that we would (I roll my eyes even thinking about it now) "become connected to each other in the most manly way possible- cum". If you've heard of the biscuit game, that was the idea. We all needed to get off, cum on something accessible, and eat our brother's seed.
Yeah, I know.
But let me remind you that as soon as rush started we were told in very specific terms that we were not allowed to ejaculate at all. We couldn't fuck, we couldn't jerk off to completion, nothing. Edging wasn't forbidden, however. So some brothers told us to go edge as punishment. How did they know if were following the rules? We were checked. The older brothers would root through our rooms to find cum-rags. One brother in particular would grab your dick through your pants and see how long it took you to get hard. The argument being that if you haven't gotten off... yeah.
Well he was right about that.
Five 18 year old guys in the primes of their sex lives who hadn't cum in a long time. Finally given permission.
Did I mention the alcohol? Friday we're drinking pretty much since the time we got up.
We all went absolutely fucking nuts.
That was the day that my four rush brothers found out I was gay. And they also found out there were possibly bi.
I hit my knees as soon as that door closed. Nobody needed to discuss it. One cock in my mouth, two in my hands, and one standing by.
It didn't take long.
You've heard of bukake? I've never had so much cum on my face.
And then came the second part where we were supposed to eat it. We were all still pretty frenzied. So I stood there while my four brothers licked their cum off my face.
I told you no one would believe me.
Only we weren't done.
Everybody being all pressed up against each other like that got us going again.
Do you know how many times a desperate man can cum? I still haven't haven't found a definitive cap.
So we kept going at it. No fucking, no one was that bold. But I did a lot of sucking and I think everyone shared hands.
That's when the older brothers returned. They didn't stop us. They watched. I think some of them jerked off. They didn't get involved though.
I did see that someone had their phone out. But if they were taking videos for blackmail, I've never seen anything come of that.
Finally they pulled us apart.
The rest of the night was drinking and celebration. I couldn't tell you how it ended, I don't remember anything until the following afternoon.
Then, we were all gathered in our newly awarded room in the frat house. Not a shirt or pair of pants between us, but at least we'd found underwear for modesty's sake.
See, I think there was something very different about us even then. Supposedly all members had gone through the same thing, but from the little I was able to wring out from the more senior brothers, none of them have ever taken too it with as much gusto.
None of the other brothers spoke about what happened. But we did.
I thought we'd swear to each other that we'd never tell a living soul about what happened. But it didn't seem necessary. No one was embarrassed.
I will say that the four of them were more reserved about what they were willing to do but that changed eventually.
And that how I became the designated suck buddy for my four brothers.
Now that we've gotten through the back story, I can start where the real story begins. And wouldn't you know, it's in the very same room. Two years later.
We were juniors. The passing of three years had done nothing but made us closer. I can honestly say that I knew the four of them better than I had or would ever know anyone else. We built our class schedules around each other. We talked about everything.
When Mark caught his girlfriend in some other dude's bed, we were there with a handle of vodka, a play-station, and a handful of blunts.
I think I coached all four of them through different girls- how to flit, when to not come on too strong. And I loved doing it. I loved seeing them happy. They felt the same about me.
I was out and proud with all of KZP and my four rush brothers in particular were always trying to set me up. It was a kinda small town, so when word came around about any other gay guy, they were all there, offering to do any and everything to see us get together.
Eventually they figured out that my standards were a little different than "is he gay?"
And still they tried to find me the right fit.
I didn't need it though, I was happy with what I was doing.
You see, I continued to help them out whenever they wanted. And it was casual. None of us were shy when it came to jerking, which was sometimes a group activity. Hands sometimes wandered, but it was my mouth that sort of became free use.
And I swear to you, I'm telling the truth when I say I didn't have any romantic feelings for them then. Honestly, it was the most ideal setup I could ask for. Casual sex with people I trusted. The freedom to fuck around outside the group. No strings anywhere and all the cock a young boy could dream of.
Jesus, it's taking me forever to get to the point.
We were a week out from spring break, and I was on knees in the middle of our room. David's cock was balls deep in my mouth and I was choking and sputtering on it when the door opened and in came Mark, Kyle, and Charlie.
Fuck, I haven't introduced them, have I?
Okay. I'm Jack. 5'11" when I'm lying, 5'9" in reality. I'm gonna skip the dithering around in descriptions and just hit the hi-lights. I had a swimmer's body. Sometimes gym rat. Natural ginger, perpetual stubble, green eyes.
David was 6'... tall. David was tall. Close cropped black hair, very well groomed. Almost excessively. He was shaved head to toe and I would know because back and butthole were usually my responsibility. He cared a lot about his body. Six days a week in the gym. He wasn't a yolked out body builder, but he was muscular. A very pronounced V.
Kyle, by all accounts the stoner of our bunch. Shoulder length dirty blond hair. Curly. The definition of dad bod. He was wide in the shoulders and had a bit of a stomach- which fit him, he wouldn't have looked right if he was any thinner. Very hairy. Imagine a soft fuck-able hippie, that's Kyle. Also, on the bisexual spectrum, he leaned closer to my side. He'd fucked around with guys plenty of times. Very chill.
Charlie was our bookworm. Not only was he more devoted to his classes than the rest of us put together, it was a rare sight to see him without a book in his hand. Also the shyest of us. The least shy on the famed night of Rush week, but had definitely settled back into being quiet. He had close curly hair, dark green eyes framed by glasses. Rail thin, some natural muscles but nothing too defined. Taller than me on a technicality. He lived in hoodies. He also gave the best advice. Sometimes he would open his mouth and say something so outrageously wise that you wondered if he was actually an 80 year old man in a 20 year old body. Also, if you put two shots in him he became the life of any party.
Last we have Mark. Mark is the annoying genre of person who can eat whatever the fuck they want and still look good. Not a bodybuilder but lean. Dark brown, medium length hair. The second tallest of our group. Always impeccably dressed.
That's because Mark is an heiress. It's a joke but it's true. His father owned 3/4 of a company that he'd tried to explain to us many times and none of us ever got it. Mark was Rich. Not like, oh, we've got a nice house rich. I'm talking mansions, chartered jets, international vacations, the works. He spent the last summer in Greece on Mykonos and got infuriatingly tan. He was, because of this, a little out of touch about what it felt like to be on a budget. But he did his best not to be a dick about it.
Right, so. I'm on the floor with David's cock down my throat when Kyle, Charlie, and Mark walk in.
The door thunked closed behind them and Mark locked it.
"Woahh man." Kyle said. "Going for a record?"
"Yeah, I should have started a timer." David said through gritted teeth.
The three of them when on about their day, kicking off shoes, setting down backpacks. Charlie raised his eyebrows, gave an approving nod, and sat at the desk, flipping open his laptop to work on something.
Kyle climbed up to his bed and sat on the edge. "And in this corner, we have the deep throat champion of the midwest, the bottomless pit, the Hoover from Vancouver, JACCCKKKK REEVNERRR!" He followed that up with some mock crowd shouting sounds. "And the challenger, King of the Girth, the three-legged-man, the plunderer of down-under, DAVIIIDDD BELLINNNN!"
It was at that moment, with my face going hot and red, that I finally choked up and spit out David's cock. He started to jerk it and slap it on my face.
"Oh fuck, I'm close."
"Me next."Mark said, unbuttoning his shirt. "Long day. Bad Microeconomics quiz."
"Did you use my flash cards? My flat cards would have helped." Charlie said from the desk.
"I... skimmed them."
Dave's cock was back in my mouth, but I motioned Mark over with the hand that wasn't on David's balls.
"Oh he's ready for a showdown." Kyle's announcer voice was starting to get at little old.
"Don't have to invite me twice." Mark said. He pulled off his pants revealing sweat stained grey boxer briefs. He pulled his dick through the fly, which was already chubbing up. "It's been three days bros." He said. "This isn't gonna take long. Lube?"
Charlie threw him the bottle.
David already had that look on his face, he rocked forward on his toes and brought his reddened cock over top my face. I buried my nose in the hair around his nuts and started licking.
I felt Mark grab my hand and put it on his now lubed dick so I started tugging.
David made these quiet little moans on each exhale. "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck." He whispered. His hand grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face back just as he started unloading.
One, two, three, thick ropes of cum splashed across my face. I squeezed my eye shut just in time.
David panted, smearing his cock across my face while I reached down and pulled my own dick, now rock hard and throbbing, from my underwear.
Mark wasted no time. He took my head in both his hands and turned me. He lined up his dick and started pushing into my mouth.
"That's it.' He said. "Suck my cock, Jack. Come on, suck it."
That was all the encouragement I needed. I sucked in my cheeks and started bobbing, long strokes down his shaft. His hands on my head immediately started to pull me into each thrust. "Fuck yeah." He said. "Good. Fuck, just like that, keep going."
I was already over the edge. I pointed my dick up and started cuming across my chest and stomach. I moaned around Mark's cock while my whole body shuttered. He was breathless. His patience evaporated, and he started face fucking me. I was a good boy, I relaxed my throat as best I could, still a little cloudy from my own cum.
I could hear that kind of sucking sound coming from the back of my throat as he thrust all the way in again and agin. I was a glorified flashlight at that point. "Holy fuck, fuck yeah, aw-" He pulled my head all the way down on his dick, I gagged, sputtered, swallowed and there it was.
His cock bucked again and again as he emptied his balls down my throat.
And I was in paradise. I don't even remember him taking his cock out of my mouth.
David went to hand Mark the towel he'd just used but mark was still in the glow of it.