The Intellectual Pansexual Peter de Ruthyn
Chapter 4
Taylor woke to the morning sun falling through the window on his face. Josh's body nestled against his, his morning wood tucked neatly between his roommate's thighs. He dragged one foot up the runner's bare leg, stroking him. Josh giggled.
"Good morning, yourself," he mumbled, and rolled over to kiss his bedmate. Their swords crossed, making both of them shudder.
After dinner the previous night, they had gotten their cocks out of their shorts all over campus, in more and more daring places, even sixty-nining in a couple spots without getting caught. They had ended up frantically stroking each other to orgasm in the shadows, cumming across each other's legs and sneakers. The rest of the night they'd spent in bed, dawdling at homework for a while before getting as high as they possibly could and putting on some porn. Unable to move, still half-aroused, they fell asleep in each other's arms. And now they were picking up where they had left off.
Their kiss turned into a long, slow sixty-nine. Taylor took advantage of the runner's flexibility to fold up one of his legs, allowing him to suck Josh's toes and cock at the same time, as if the combination was an extra big dick. Again, Josh lost control of himself and came, spurting powerfully in Taylor's mouth. The swimmer made sure to spread Josh's seed up and down his own sole with his tongue after he'd swallowed part of the load. It was thick and tangy.
He lay back, expecting Josh to do something extra hot to his cock as soon as he recovered. Instead, Josh stood up.
"I'm going to make you cum a very special way this morning. Assume the position!"
"Ummm?" Taylor had to think about that one.
"On all fours," Josh elaborated. His playmate grinned and rolled off the bed onto hands and knees. "Now arch your back. Get that muscle ass in the air. Good. Hold it and get comfortable."
From his position, Taylor was perfectly well able to see Josh walk over to his desk and pull out a blue surgical glove. That, and the bottom of almond oil he had used on Taylor's dick at their very first encounter. The blonde's balls suddenly tightened as he realized what was going to happen to him.
Dropping his head, he continued to watch the proceedings, now framed by his thighs. Josh sat down behind him, slipping easily into the lotus position, his cum-streaked sole exposed. He oiled two of his gloved fingers, then reached out and began to stroke Taylor's hole, wetting it with the lubricant.
The swimmer tried to focus on his breathing. No one had ever violated his hole before, not until Josh had done so in the heat of passion the previous day. The salt water had stung and burned where the rawness of the invasion has scraped it. In contrast, the oil was cool and soothing. Each rotating stroke of Josh's fingers loosened the clenched muscles, touching off the nerve endings that surrounded Taylor's hole, making them clamour for more.
When Josh penetrated him, all Taylor felt was a firmness. A narrow hardness pressing inwards towards his core, the center of his athletic power and virility, what yogis call the sacral chakra. There was no roughness or pain, or even any sense of invasion, so slowly did Josh press into him. All he knew was that, at the beginning, there had been a tiny point of pressure at his rear, and now there was a long shaft of pressure inside him.
His dick, parallel to his abs, was leaking a string of precum to the floor. He realized he had truly abandoned all restraint, letting himself get off from the sheer intensity of being used by his friend.
Josh held his finger in place for a few minutes, letting Taylor adjust to its presence. Then he began fucking him slowly, with gentle probes of hardly more than an inch at a time. Taylor sighed. It felt good, like the deepest massage he'd ever had. Apart from the direct stimulation, it also made him feel exposed, far more so than standing on Haulover Beach with an erection had. In this position, being penetrated, he seemed to open himself to sex in a more intimate way than ever before.
"Good bottom boy," Josh said.
"Oh, fuck your bottom boy," Taylor sighed. His dick flexed hard, beating the air, trying to find stimulation. He wondered if a cock would feel this good up his ass.
There was more pressure on his hole. Josh was adding a second finger. With his ring loosened by the pressure, the extra digit slid in easily. Taylor had never known this kind of vulnerability, and his body begged for more of it, because it aroused him beyond what he had ever imagined.
Josh went deeper. He was four inches inside Taylor's ass now, his fingers practically caressing the boy's hole. Steadily, erotically, he stroked and twisted them for maximum effect. Then he began to focus on one particular spot, exploring for something. He touched the walls of the swimmer's guts, and pressed gently.
"Holy fucking fuck!" Taylor gasped.
"Keep your back arched," Josh instructed him, his voice low and urgent. "Breath through it. And don't you dare move your hands."
Taylor had read about the prostate. Now he was experiencing its sexual potential firsthand. Warmth spread out from his core through his body. He felt weak, as if he'd just finished an exhausting workout. His limbs trembled. It took all his focus to stay upright and in position. His cock bobbed like it had a steel rod down the middle.
"As someone more eloquent than I once said," Josh whispered, "this is the reason why men willingly get fucked in the ass. Except that fucking is often a clumsy way of achieving the same effect."
All Taylor could do was sob. His prostate, a throbbing, hot, hard nugget that had not existed for him minute earlier, was his world. He could barely think about his cock, though he knew it was unflinching. The oddness of his initial sensations dissolved into pure pleasure. Josh milked him, squeezing ecstasy from his body--and then seed.
Cum began to leak from Taylor's cock without warning. No jets, no pulses in spite of the contractions rippling through his body. It poured from him in a steady stream, milky and clotted. There was no end to it, it seemed. The swimmer screamed through clenched teeth. The pressure on his button eased, then built again. He didn't know how much time passed, but almost immediately he had the sensation that he was cumming again. Through blurred eyes, he could see that he was. There was no hard-and-fast recovery period for prostate orgasms, unlike genital orgasms.
"Is he going to make me come over and over again like a girl?" Taylor thought, and moaned aloud at the combined arousal and terror of exhaustion that prospect held.
But Josh spared him. Slowing his efforts, he cooled Taylor's core down, and slowly withdrew his fingers. Taylor collapsed into his own cum, unable to move.
There was a slapping sound as Josh pulled his glove off and threw it away. "Come on, let's get you to the shower." He helped Taylor up, grabbed their gear, and led him, still dazed and weak, out into the hall. Again they got lucky. No one was there to see Taylor's exposed, unflinching erection, or his eight-pack abs smeared with cum, or the look in his eyes.
The hot water beating on his body revived him. He raised his arms and let the spray flood his skin. Outside warmth, a complete contrast to the internal heat that had flooded him in response to Josh's manipulations. He examined his roommate's ass, which was turned to him at the moment, with new interest, and with sudden intention.
He'd noticed that there was a bottle of almond oil on the shower rack along with the soap and shampoo. Josh thought of everything. He squirted some onto his cock, getting it ready, and placed his lubed fingers against Josh's hole at the same moment that he grabbed Josh with his free arm. His lips brushed the boy's neck, and the hickey he'd planted on him the previous day, now dark and bruised.
"Taylor, what--" Josh began, straightening up, which only pressed his arse tighter against the swimmer's fingers. Taylor covered his mouth. "Shhh." He oiled the cleft between the runner's muscled cheeks, and when it was slippery, pressed on the boy's muscular ring.
Josh, being very experienced, opened readily for him. He was tight, but he had control over his muscles, relaxing them enough to let Taylor finger him. Taylor wondered about trying to find his prostate and reduce Josh to the same sort of quivering wreck he'd been a few minutes ago, but he knew it would take practice. Plus, he wanted to take his sexual technique up a notch.
When he placed the head of his prick against Josh's butt, he tried to go slow. At first it was like forcing his dick through a brick wall. Then the muscle ass yielded, and the tightness of Josh's anal ring gave way to a caressing warmth.
Josh had his hands against the wall and was breathing in and out, in shallow gasps, eyes closed. Taylor sank deeper into him. He bottomed out and held himself there for a minute before adding more oil to his fingers and taking Josh's cock between them. It swelled, and it seemed as if his ass tightened simultaneously around the base of Taylor's dick. The jock groaned from the feel of it. He realized Josh had turned his head and was staring up into his eyes with need.
Taylor took complete possession of the runner's body, kissing him, fucking him, and stroking him all at the same time. Greedy to give his boy more stimulation, he kicked off a sandal and stroked Josh's shin with a bare foot, balancing them both on one strong leg. This time his athlete's stamina didn't betray him. They fucked for a good half hour before Josh began whimpering into Taylor's mouth and blew his second load of the day all over his lover's hand. Taylor, having already been thoroughly drained, was nowhere near ready to cum yet, and he didn't try to. Sex, he'd discovered, didn't have to mean orgasm. It should mean daily life instead.
The boys cleaned themselves up quietly, overcome by their experiences. Finally Josh turned the water off and kissed Taylor. "Thank you for that."
"I never knew that kind of pleasure was possible. I should be the one thanking you. So, thanks."
"I love you," Josh said, hugging Taylor comfortably.
"I love you, too," Taylor responded without hesitation. He stroked his roommate's back. "But you're not in love with me, are you?"
"Actually, no," Josh chuckled. "You're actually better than a boyfriend. Because this experience is bonding us permanently. Whatever relationships we're in, fifty years from now, we'll still be getting naked together every chance we get. It's love, just not romantic love. Fraternal love, except we're not in a frat."
"Brothers and lovers. I like that."
"Shall we watch the Peters twins this afternoon?" Josh smirked.
"Yes, let's," Taylor said. The cool air of the hallway felt good on his still-exposed package. He knew they were taking risks by doing this naked walk so often, but neither of them seemed able to resist.
"So, as much as you love showing off your feet and being barefoot," he said, admiring his roommate's naked feet as he kicked off his Havaianas in their room, "do you ever go running barefoot?"
"Of course. I used to practice barefoot half the time in high school. My mom's a lawyer and she had to fight the coach to make sure I'd be allowed." Josh grinned. "Come to think of it, that would fit in perfect with my plans for today."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. You mind skipping the weights today?"
"I usually do a couple days a week, so that's cool."
"Then maybe you can join me at the track for a run--barefoot, of course--and I can join you at the pool for a swim."
"Barefoot, of course." Taylor stepped on the smaller jock's feet and held them down with his own.
"Of course."
"I'm surprised you're not running barefoot all over campus all the time."
"I'd rather be barefoot in nature. Plus, feet are much more sexy when they're clean. The only purpose of sandals is protection, not concealment. I'd be fine going around the rest of my life with just Havaianas."
"Hot. Your dick and butt always on display for everyone to admire."
Josh grinned. "Yep. But having my dick squeezed or teased by something skimpy is hot too. What's your speedo choice for today?"
Taylor produced a lightning-blue Dolfin brief from his box of swimwear. "How about this?"
"Great." Josh held up a bright red Aussiebum, barely an inch and a half wide at the hips, made of silky nylon that would hang on his body rather than hugging it. It contrasted brilliantly with his brown skin. "You like this?"
"That's fucking amazing," Taylor said, in lust for the speedo at once. "Everyone should want you dressed like that."
"And they won't even know about the hottest part of our outfits."
"Huh?"
From his toy box, Josh produced a slim, tapering butt plug. "You're going to go running and swimming today with this in your ass." He held up another queerly-curved piece of rubber. "And I'll be wearing this. It'll be jabbing my nut the whole time. Just like your cock was in the shower."
"Fuck. You live for being a jockslut. Can't get things out of your ass even when you're exercising."
"Yep. And I can't wait to get you hooked on doing the same."
Taylor bent over the bed. Josh had no problem in slowly working the oiled plug into his newly stretched hole. It was longer and thicker than Josh's fingers had been, but not uncomfortably so. But when Taylor straightened up, it sent shivers through his body. His dick was half-hard, again.
"Better put that in your speedo before it gets too big too fit," Josh joked. "Now, watch this." He put one foot up on the bed and slipped the prostate toy into himself effortlessly. It was much smaller than Taylor, after all. Only a small flash of bright rubber showed in the crack of his ass.
"How's it feel?" the swimmer asked.
"Like being constantly fingered. Like fucking yourself everywhere you go." The runner slipped his thick prick into his speedo and shorts. "And the nylon--God, it just makes it feel fucking amazing." Taylor had to agree. The pressure his spandex suit was putting on his cock and butt was multiplying the sensations the plug was giving him. Every movement was a jolt of body awareness, of drawing himself up and into his core, where the plug was forcing him. The simple act of putting on a tank top and flip-flops was a sexual motion, but mild compared to the feelings that donning his track shorts gave him. It was like being fucked, metaphorically and literally, by Josh in a way that was inescapable.
Their legs caressed each other under the breakfast table, the muscle tone of their smooth thighs on display for the rest of the student body to admire and desire. The walk to the cafeteria had been an entirely new exercise in self-control for Taylor. Between learning to overcome pain as a competitive athlete, and keeping his need for sex quiet in a conservative community, he'd gotten quite good at it. The plug, however, was a new challenge. It sodomized him with every stride, reminding him that he would soon be taking a real dick rather than a rubber one up his hole. It pressed his dick to perpetual plumpness, not helped by the thought that Josh was experiencing an even more intense form of stimulation at the same time. Both boys shone with a light gleam of sweat from the gentle pressure on their prostates. They looked utterly shameless and desirable.
"How's that plug feeling in your ass?" Josh asked Taylor in a perfectly normal, audible voice. A group of girls, who had obviously been ogling them, were walking by their table at the moment. One of them gagged on a glass of orange juice and spit it all over her friend. Trays and bowls crashed. The rest of the girls gathered around her, shooting dirty, horrified looks at the pair of jocks.
"Great," Taylor shot back. "How's my cum feeling in your ass?" One of the girls audibly gasped.
"Like a drug that's getting me all charged up for a workout."
"Here, have some more of this. Get more charged." Taylor handed Josh another glass of juice.
"I'm good, thanks."
"I think you should drink that."
"Why? Strong bones and teeth?"
"Nothing so wholesome."
"Oh, crap," Josh grinned, having an abrupt revelation. "Well, I'll humor you--for now." He knocked back the juice and drank down another full glass of water. Taylor matched him. "How's that? You good now?"
"Very good. Let's go." The boys got up and took their trays over to the carrier. No sooner had they put them down than Taylor pulled Josh in for a kiss. It was quick, yet sensual. There must have been two or three dozen other students watching them in various states of surprise or desire.
The track was deserted on a Sunday morning. There was no audience to watch the boys sensually removing each other's shirts and licking each other's nipples, or bending to remove each other's sandals and plant kisses on each other's naked feet before placing them on the spongy-rough redness of the track surface. Taylor envied Josh his limberness as they stretched. He admired the male body intensely. It gave him feelings not of arousal, but of reverence. That was another thing about the plug. It was a violation. It was both a surrender of his masculinity, because he allowed himself to be used like a woman, as a receptacle, and an assertion of it, because of the strength of both body and mind he had to exhibit in order to accept it within him.
The jocksluts set off at a mild pace. Within a dozen strides, Taylor was moaning. "Fuck!" he gasped to Josh, who was pacing him. "It's fucking heavy! And it's stabbing me!"
"Yep," Josh said, settling into a runner's focus already, his eyes glazing over. "Learn to love it."
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Taylor grunted in time to his strides. His arousal was soaring, and so was his frustration. Ninety percent naked, wind and sun pressing on his bare body, the track meeting his feet and sending a rush of new sensations through them. He was alive. He was giving himself over to be sexually used by the world. And he couldn't touch his dick and plunge himself directly into the heavy stimulation his titillated mind demanded. He wanted to sit down in the middle of the field and masturbate until his cock was raw, fucking his ass with the plug all the while.
The jolts smoothed and merged into a steady rhythm. His ass muscles actually pumped the plug as he ran, intensifying the pressure on his nut. He could tell his speedo was soaking with the precum that was being squeezed out of him. It was even beginning to seep through his shorts.
The boys did an easy three miles before they slowed to cool down, taking a couple more laps at slower and slower paces. Josh came down to a walk at the far end of the track, and showed no inclination to speed up again, leaving them to amble, barefoot and nearly naked, back to where their shirts were under the gaze of half the track team, who had arrived while they were busy.
"Don't you wish your girlfriends were hot like us?" Josh said in their direction as he and Taylor put on their flip-flops and left the field.
"They would be as hot as us themselves if they'd let their girls start finger-banging them," Taylor suggested. "God, that wasn't even a hard workout, but I can't wait to get in the pool and cool down."
"Anal toys turn every workout into a sexual adventure," Josh said. "Honestly, I like them better than getting fucked most of the time. More precise pleasure. And anal orgasms are so devastating. The odd thing is, once you learn to cum from your prostate, the more you practice, the more likely you are to have random arousal and orgasms without even trying."
"Fuck!"
"Yeah. But getting to take your gay top variety was so hot. Thanks for that."
"I can't wait to lose my gay bottom virginity to you."
"You jock whore!"
"Yep!"
The teens didn't bother putting their shirts on for the walk to the pool. In a very few minutes, they were shucking their shorts as well. Both were sporting substantial bulges in their suits. Josh's was obviously soaked all down one side, where his balls had been drained into it.
"One thing first," Taylor said, leading the way over to a water fountain. He took a long drink from it, then made way for Josh. "Your turn."
"I'm already feeling pretty full."
"Hold it."
"Fuck you." Josh started swallowing the water, and Taylor held his head into the stream, half in jest, half keeping Josh there until he thought the runner was full enough. When he was done, he picked Josh up, spun him against the wall, and made out with him again.
"The thing I love most about our relationship," he said between kisses, "is that I can be openly sexual anywhere with you, and you not only don't mind, it turns you on."
"Funny," Josh said, stroking his roommate's cheek. "I've been looking for a completely uninhibited friend all my life. No one ever measured up, though. Till I met a guy with the most incredible sexual mind ever."
"Same." Taylor nuzzled him. "I always imagined it would be a girl, but I wouldn't trade you for any girl. Although one day I hope to watch you fuck my girlfriend's brains out once I meet her." Their crotches were touching, and it took all the self-control the boys had to resist bumping and grinding right there on the pool deck. "And I hope we can find a crew of them."
"Every college boy's dream come true, right?"
"Right. Now let's get soaking wet!"
Swimming turned out to be even more of an experience of being fucked than running had been. Short, sharp jabs were exchanged for hard, steady thrusts, driven by the movement of Taylor's undulating hips. It drove him to a frenzy, and he put that energy into his strokes and kicks. His cock ached. The pressure on his bladder built almost to a pain, lap after lap, and still the swimmer screwed himself with his toy, focusing on the pleasure and energy it was giving him. Then he saw Josh clinging to the wall ahead of him and coasted to a halt, watching the runner. The flimsy nylon suit he was wearing had shrunk and draped to the form of his dick so neatly that the inflated flange of his pricktip was visible through it.
"Hey, I've got to run," Josh said tentatively, clearly in some discomfort. "Unless...."
"Yeah, me too," Taylor panted. "Come on. One more lap with me. Slow breaststroke, just take it easy." The boys edged away from the wall, swimming gently side by side. "Been doing this for years. Just let it go. Soak your speedo."
"Oh, God," Josh groaned, half-closing his eyes. His body shuddered, his piss streaming hot through his suit into the colder water, forming an erotic corona around his hips. Taylor nearly had an orgasm when he felt the intensity of pissing during his self-fuck. The hardness of his cock only made it more difficult for him to empty himself, and his cock was still burning when they reached the opposite end of the pool.
"Fuck," Josh said from the adjacent lane. "I've pissed with a plug in a bunch of times and it's hot, but in the water...."
"I figured out years ago I love doing this. Shit, that was good. It's never made me this hard, though."
There was a hungry look in Josh's eyes. "Don't make me...."
"What dirty thoughts are you thinking now?"
"Maybe I'll show you later. You're pushing me."
"Come on, let's finish our swim." Taylor stroked away, and Josh followed, sliding through their own fluids, rapidly mingling with the water.
When they were finished, they grabbed their towels and headed for Haulover Beach. Taylor had adjusted to the exposure enough that his cock remained somewhat soft over the next few hours, even when Josh broke out the vape pen. They oiled each other up and bathed in the warmth, internal and external, that consumed them while simultaneously regenerating them.
Every time Josh took a drink, he would look suggestively at Taylor, reminding him of his earlier perversity. It made Taylor blush, and it made his cock twitch.
"Time to show you," Josh said abruptly. He pulled Taylor to his feet and after him into the scrub that lined the west side of the beach. "Lie down."
"What?"
"Lie down." Taylor didn't get it, but he flung himself down at full length on the white sand path, admiring this view of his handsome lover. Both their cocks were growing.
Then Josh let a steady stream of piss flow from his dick, spraying Taylor's feet before moving up his legs to his package. As the warmth hit his balls, Taylor shivered and released his own piss over his abs and chest. Stripped of inhibitions, their asses convulsing around hard rubber, one marked the other as his own, and the other marked his own abandonment of shame on his own body.
"That was intense," Taylor sighed. His gleaming body was an erotic sight, every muscle outlined. Darting down to the ocean, he cleaned himself up, then rejoined his roommate and kissed him in thanks. "Ever done that before?"
"Only a couple times. It's the sort of thing that's a turnon when you're doing it with someone else into it."
"I think you're getting me more into it."
"I love how open your mind is. You'll do practically anything that gets you off. At least that's the vibe I get from you."
Taylor thought about this. "Yeah, that sounds about right. As long as it's not something gross and no one gets hurt, what's the big deal?"
"I can think of some pretty extreme people I'd like to introduce you to," Josh said thoughtfully. "When you're better trained."
"When are you going to fuck me?" Taylor demanded.
"You really want to know? Day after tomorrow."
"What about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow I'm going to spend using a series of dildos on your ass to get you ready for my dick. I'm not going to fuck you until you show me that you can take a cock as big or bigger than your own."
"Do you happen to know anyone with a cock as big as mine?"
"Plenty of guys. Why, you want to get ravaged by a nine inch dick?"
"Of course."
"You are the horniest jockwhore I've ever met."
"I'm falling in love with so many things right now," Taylor explained in a burst of awareness. "Myself. Sex. Pansexuality. And more than ever before, the idea of having no limits. Like a surfer. Surrendering myself to the elements and riding the wave where it takes me."
"That's the idea," Josh agreed. He scratched at Taylor's swollen glans with his fingernails, enjoying how it strained in response. "We're meant to be sexual. Why fight it?"
"I surrender," Taylor moaned, half-mocking, half-serious. "Take me, I'm yours."
Josh chuckled. "I plan to."
Their bodies turned slowly more golden as they played, discreetly touching one another just enough to keep their libidos raging. They went into the bushes, put up Josh's phone on a tripod, and took pictures of each other sucking cock. They made out as they oiled each other's bodies, until they were so exhausted with loving that their erections wilted in spite of their plugs.
"Time to recharge," Josh begged at last.
Taylor nodded. "Food, and then let's get stoned and have sex again. I wonder if Cassie is free?"
"She's not," Josh said. "I texted her this morning. Still family shit. Why, you eager for another threesome?"
"Hell yeah!"
"You know, regular people think threesomes are kinky."
"I'd think threesomes should be expected. For one thing, it solves the age-old problem of what to do with your roommate when you have a trick over. You both get involved!"
"I'll drink to that," Josh grinned.
The boys grabbed lunch and headed back to their dorm. As they stepped out of the elevator, they ran straight into Esteban, whose face lit up when he saw them.
"Hey! I just came by to see if you guys were here."
"We just got back from Haulover," Josh said, his mouth slightly open with lust. Esteban was naked except for a small, low-cut black singlet that glistened as if it was made from neoprene or leather. The pouch outlined his substantial package perfectly.
"Did you guys have sex in the bushes?" Esteban smirked.
"Only for pornographic purposes," Taylor admitted. He reached out and stroked Esteban's nipple, twisting it to hardness. Testosterone flared between the two muscle jocks. "I'm guessing that, dressed like this, you weren't just coming by to offer the new guy a standard welcome."
"A very personal welcome, actually."
"Why don't you let us grab a quick shower," Josh suggested, "and meet us back at our room in half an hour?"
"Sounds hot. I may have to handcuff myself to deal with the anticipation."
"Now that sounds extra hot," Taylor winked. He ran his eyes up and down Esteban's sturdy frame. "The only thing I can't decide is whether that singlet would go better with high-tops than with bare feet."
"Tell you what, I'll wear the high-tops to start and you can always take them off me for a closer look," Esteban suggested. He pecked them both on the lips, tasting their salt, and kept his eyes on them until the elevator doors closed, cutting off his view.
"Looks like you get your threesome fantasy after all," Josh said to Taylor.
"Fuck! He looked incredible in that!"
"Let's get showered. I've got a singlet you can wear, too."
"This is too hot!" the swimmer groaned, racing for his towel.
Their subsequent shower was the quickest and least sexual one they'd had since it had become a habit for them, except when Josh removed their plugs. Taylor felt both free and deserted without that piece of rubber fucking his ass. He'd grown almost used to the constant stimulation. He could move without fucking himself--but at the cost of no longer deriving sexual pleasure from every motion. The plug had turned his entire body into a sexual organ.
"How'd you like it?" Josh asked.
"Put it back. I've never been so aroused in my life."
The runner burst out laughing. "I know. But your prostate needs a break. It's like getting stoned. Do it all the time, and the thrill wears off."
"Is fucking that good?"
"Honestly, no. Fucking is good in a different way. Like having your whole ass worked. A different and lower-level sensation."
"But the prostate is the button."
"The prostate makes everything happen." Josh finished sterilizing the plugs and turned the water off. "Of course, some guys are built so that fucking is exactly what they need to hit their prostate every time. And those are the true power bottoms."
"Is it wrong that I'm already thinking about what Esteban's dick will feel like up my ass?" Taylor asked, leading the way out of the communal bathroom, past a couple of frat-boy types who were obviously a bit pudgy around the middle and clearly weirded out by his language.
"Not in the least," Josh said. He opened the door to their room. "I'm guessing he'll probably be your second, after me."
"I love other jocks."
"Then you'll love wearing a singlet." Josh pulled a ball of white material off a hanger and stepped into it, and it turned into a white N2N singlet with black and blue slashes on the legs. His half-hard cock nestled very visibly behind the fabric. "Here, try this on before your dick makes it too difficult." He rooted around in one of his drawers and came up with a somewhat larger singlet, bright red with white side panels. "This belonged to a guy I knew who wrestled in it in high school."
"Holy shit," Taylor said, struggling into the spandex. He'd worn jammers before, and loved the tightness they provided, but this was like jammers for his whole torso, caressing his skin constantly. His nipples and cock alike surged with blood, rigid beneath their lycra coating. "I love it. How do wrestlers not get boners all the time?"
"They do. Rowers, too, they wear singlets a lot. And gymnasts are known for having sex in their uniforms." Josh retrieved a pair of gray-and-white high-tops from his shoe rack and slipped his feet into them. "They deny it, of course, but it has to happen with that kind of stimulation."
"I bet." The singlet was a bit small for Taylor, but it had enough give to accommodate him, and enough coverage to not look unnecessarily tiny on his tall frame. He stepped into his own Nikes, but not without thinking that they didn't go nearly as well with the singlet as his roommate's taller shoes. Just as he was about to put a question to Josh, there was a knock on the door.
It was Esteban, now wearing black Adidas high-tops in addition to his singlet. His eyes went wide when he saw the two jocks in their skin-tight garments, and his cock visibly surged in its pouch.
"Welcome to our den of debauchery," Josh said. He and Taylor went for the RA at the same time, both trying to ravage him with their tongues. Their triple kiss was slow but passionate. Their bodies pressed together, hot and hard under the shiny material. Hands explored abs and butts. Cocks humped hips. Pumped chests and shoulders jostled for the intimacy of contact.
"I think I like being debauched by you guys," Esteban said with a huge smile.
"It's just beginning," Josh said. He looked up and down Esteban with need. "Hypothetically speaking, how do you feel about weed?"
"When I'm not on duty, about the same way I feel about sex."
"Good." Josh disentangled himself and stepped across to his desk to load up his vaporizer with some of the White Widow. Esteban and Taylor moved over to the window, waiting for him and admiring each other. It was a form of visual foreplay, an eye-fuck.
"So," Taylor said, feeling his way, "I was checking you out on Facebook yesterday."
"I hope I made your dick hard."
"You did. How does your girlfriend feel about your Andrew Christian speedos?"
"She loves them. Loves how gay they make me look. And the attention I get from other guys. She loves watching that."
"She looks fabulous in a bikini."
"Yeah, but I can never get her to take her top off, which means there's a whole lot less point to South Beach. And forget about Haulover, which is why I've only been once or twice."
"The nude beach is always better with friends," Taylor grinned knowingly. Esteban nodded and chuckled. "So what's your status with her? Fully open? Partly open?"
"Overly complicated," Esteban sighed. "Yeah, I can do guys, no limits. She's fine with that. It turns her on and takes the pressure off her to have sex all the time. And guys aren't a threat to her."
"Let me guess: girls are," Josh said, rejoining them and handing the vaporizer to their guest first of all.
"Nailed it. If she sees me even looking at another girl, I get some kind of bitchy comment. But I can suck dick in front of her and she cheers me on. Weird. It's like I'm a kink for her." Esteban took a few deep pulls of the weed and blew the smoke expertly out the window. "Fuck, that's good. Fuck, that makes me wet. So anyway, no other girls, ever. And I love pussy. I love cunt as much as cock. And she gives it up maybe two or three times a week. I was really into edging last semester, when we met, and that was fine for me then. Not so much anymore. Plus, no threesomes. God forbid I ask her if I can double-team her with another guy. I did once, and she had a fit."
"Why are you still with her?"
"Because the semester just started a few weeks ago and our relationship was a carryover from last year. I've been too busy to sit down and break up with her. But you're right, I need to tell her that this isn't working for me."
"Is it working for her?"
"I don't think she gives a shit, apart from the fact that a boyfriend feels comfortable to have."
"I know a couple of girls from one floor down who would probably be happy to meet you when you're single again," Josh offered. "Cassie and Alexa."
"Cassie propositioned me in the lobby our first week here," Esteban winked. "I won't lie, we've flirted."
"You're going to enjoy her," Taylor assured him. "She's wild."
"You've got my mind going now. I think you boys may be just the catalyst I need."
"Pretty lucky, finding three jock sluts in one building," Josh said. He'd reloaded the vape and it was making the rounds again. Both he and Taylor were showing obvious precum stains.
"God, I want to be so slutty," Esteban moaned. "I had to take my nana to mass this morning. Every time I walk into that church, all I can think about is Saint Sebastian."
"BDSM?" Josh asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No! The arrows are a metaphor for penetration. Saint Sebastian as the ultimate desired male, the one that every man wants to penetrate. The sacredness of male sex."
"I'd say you're pretty close to being the ultimate male yourself," Taylor said. He shotgunned some smoke into the RA's mouth while stroking his ass. "So, Josh. Question for you. Kind of for both of you, actually, since I'm guessing Esteban is kind of the same way based on the way you talked earlier."
"What way?" Esteban wanted to know.
"Josh is a foot whore. And a shoe whore," Taylor said baldly. "And you seemed to get all hot and bothered when he started talking about sneakers. So if you guys like showing off your feet, why wear blobby high-tops that hide them?"
"Because a big, soft, loose shoe constantly rubs your feet," Josh said. "They're extremely stimulating to walk around in, or have sex in. Makes you extra aware of your feet because of the extra weight."
"Plus they conjure up the image of a gogo boy, since most dancers wear high-tops," Esteban added. He drew a smooth leg up Taylor's, stroking the swimmer's calf with his sneaker. "I guess you've never worn them."
"Not yet. But I'm sure Josh will have me cumming in some in no time."
"Yep," Josh said. Kneeling down, he slid the Adidas off the foot that Esteban was using on Taylor. He blew a cloud of smoke around it, letting it envelop the sophomore's naked foot. Esteban moaned softly at the erotic sight, and at the extra sensation when Josh put his shoe back on.
"He already made me cum in these," Taylor said, pressing one of his feet against Esteban's. "With his toes, no less."
"So fucking sexy," the RA said. He sucked on the vape again. "I love torturing my cock with sneakers. My girlfriend doesn't know how to use her feet, so I'm desperate sometimes."
"I think we can promise to let you use our feet any time you need to," Taylor grinned. "And you've got to get to know Cassie."
"Her too?"
"Her too."
"Fuck me," Esteban said simply. "I've got to get some of this." He began massaging the two bulging dicks in front of him, one in each hand. Josh and Taylor were shotgunning their smoke back and forth, its tendrils stirring in the cool breeze from the fan. Wet spandex scraped their prickheads under the sophomore's fingers. Josh threw the vaporizer away and they pulled Esteban into another three-way kiss.
The three jocks ended up in a spandex-covered pile on Taylor's bed. Nipples, abs, legs, packages were all explored by eager lips and wet tongues. Josh made Esteban kneel on the edge of the bed, and he and Taylor removed the RA's sneakers to worship his feet. Taylor popped Esteban's thick uncut dick out of his singlet, then began masturbating it with one of his own shoes. The older jockslut cursed and arched his back as if he wanted something up his ass while his cock was being milked. When he thought the teen had had enough, Taylor put his own shoe back on, savoring the feel of Esteban's slick precum on his toes, and replaced it with one of Josh's, repeating the process. Esteban begged for another sneakerjob. The swimmer ignored him and put his cock back in his singlet, where it stretched the material awkwardly to one side.
Frustrated, Esteban flipped the taller boy around and shoved his lycra-sheathed dick into the cleft of his ass. Taylor moaned, his cock thrusting against the tight pressure of his singlet every time it pulsed. The sophomore gripped him around the waist like a wrestler, and rode him. The blonde was quite aware that if they'd been naked and lubed, he would have been getting his brains fucked out. This was just as hot, though. Jerking off in speedos was fun, but nothing like the stimulation full-body contact in full-body gear was giving him. Josh presented his dick to Taylor, who gobbled as much of it through the spandex as he could, swallowing the head and a good portion of the shaft. He could taste the material along with his roommate's precum. It was hot. He made sure to work Josh's flange and frenulum in particular, knowing the added roughness of the weave would make the blowjob even more intense. With his hands, he massaged the runner's muscle butt, tickling his much-abused hole with a fingertip. He squirmed when Esteban went to work on both his nipples at once, forcing him to hump back against the RA's dick in his asscrack. That in turn made his teeth catch on Josh.
The runner sobbed aloud and came in Taylor's mouth, his cream streaking through the thin material. His cock softened. He tried to pull it free, but Taylor hung on to it, tonguing him roughly, drowning him in that post-orgasmic pleasure that is beyond both pleasure and pain, yet partakes of the nature of both. It was as dominating an act as it would have been if his roommate had tied him down and sodomized him.
"Yeah, suck his dick!" Esteban urged Taylor frantically. "Make him take it! Make him enjoy it!" He thrust hard against the swimmer, hips pumping, and his load flooded both their singlets. Half of Taylor's butt was soaked by the time the sophomore stopped shooting. Gobs of semen leaked from his jockpouch, clinging to the semi-water-resistant material. Taylor let go of Josh to suck Esteban's straining bulge into his mouth. He wanted both their flavors at once.
"Screw that," Esteban said, and pulled the skimpy singlet down, tucking it under his balls. His prick was thick and beautiful, nearly as long as Taylor's and just as broad. The blonde swallowed it, sucking it like a straw and extracting the last of Esteban's load from his piss slit. The older boy yelled, his body quivering, but made no effort to withdraw his cock. In fact, he tried to force it deeper into the freshman's maw, as if he relished the post-orgasm torment. His muscles were pumped and shiny with the excitement. Josh leaned over and silenced his cries with a deep-tongued kiss at the same time that he pinched both of the boy's nipples. The result was a surge of precum from Esteban's prolific balls, which only made Taylor work harder on his prick. In no time, he felt ready to cum again.
Josh sensed his urgency and pulled away, then pushed his head down to Taylor's dick, outlined down to the veins beneath the too-small spandex. "Eat his jockbulge!" The sophomore did just that. He almost enjoyed sucking lycra-clad cock more than he did bare cock. In no hurry, he kissed the shaft lovingly and licked it before taking the fat head in his plump lips. Behind him, Josh was fucking the crack of his ass, sending quivers through his hole. Beneath him, Taylor continued to blow him hungrily. The combination of sheer size and low oxygen consumption that he brought to oral sex made him able to handle most of Esteban's length without trouble. He loved having cock buried in his throat as much as he liked having his own dick worked. The RA was squeezing it at the base and making Taylor ache for an orgasm he could tell would be a while in coming.
Gradually, Esteban worked his way down Taylor's shaved legs, letting the trapped cock chafe against his hard abs. He pulled one of the jock's sneakers off and began worshiping his sole, forcing his own toes into the teen's mouth at the same time. Josh, deprived of an ass to work with, slipped his singlet bulge between Esteban's spit-stained feet.
"How do they taste?" he panted, looking down at Taylor.
"Fantastic," the swimmer spit around a mouthful of jockfoot. "Every part of his body is strong. So hot."
"Next time I'll wear my team singlet," Esteban grinned, kissing Taylor's heel.
"Fuck! You were a wrestler?"
"I sure was."
Josh shook his head. He was so close to cumming again. Esteban's footjob combined with his roommate sucking on both his balls at once was driving him wild. Neither teen let up on him, and the orgasm that struck him was short and sharp. His seed leaked onto Esteban's broad soles and glistened there. Taylor grabbed one foot and he grabbed the other, licking them clean. The taste of Josh's load, combined with the pressure of Esteban's dick against his own, made the swimmer shoot. He humped his singlet so hard that the wrestler was tossed around on top of him. Semen soaked their abs, filling the room with its starchy scent, tingling on their weed-sensitized skin.
As Taylor's urgent movements slowed, his lovers attacked his bulge, devouring his cum. Seeing the two jocks kiss across his slightly-concealed dick was the hottest thing Taylor had ever seen. They loved his body, and he loved theirs, and none of them had any shame about admitting that or showing it.
Since Esteban's cock was dripping with Taylor's load, it was naturally the next thing to find its way into Josh's mouth. Taylor couldn't resist the temptation and rolled over to join them. Both freshmen ended up kneeling on the floor, servicing the older sophomore, taking it in turn to worship his prick and balls. Esteban egged them on with a naked foot in each of their laps, massaging their bulges. With their lips on either side of his dick, milking him in unison, he came in a fountain that splattered both their faces. They fought for the privilege of tasting it, and he forced his tongue into the mix to compete with them. The three boys eventually collapsed on the floor, their bodies heaving, their breathing slowing, the relaxation of the pot overtaking them.
"Did you know that Taylor never had a dick in his mouth until two days ago?" Josh asked conversationally at some point.
"Really?" Esteban kissed the blonde. "You missed out."
"I've realized that."
"My cock is available any time you want to suck it. And my toes. You ate them like a pro."
"It's so kinky, and I'm realizing more and more than I love kinky."
"Oh?" Esteban sat up, smiling at the two boys. "How'd you like to spend the rest of the night doing something kinky in public?"
"What did you have in mind?" Josh wondered. He traced a fingertip around one of the Latin boy's nipples. "Incidentally, I'd like to put clamps on these sometime. You have the chest for it."
"Fuck me," Esteban said. His entire bulge jerked and began to come alive again. "You're good. You picked up on that from just a few touches?"
"I've been around," Josh smirked. "So what's your big idea?"
"Why don't we grab some dinner, and then I'd like to take you boys out to a gay club."
"Fun, but how is that kinky?" Taylor wanted to know.
"For one thing, we wear as little as possible. That includes no shirts. We spend the whole time making out and humping each other, wearing cock rings and butt plugs. Ideally, we cream our jeans from the contact. And, whenever someone asks about us....we tell them we're a throuple."
"A throuple? As in three queer boyfriends?"
"Yep. Want to be my boyfriends for the night? Just for the night?" Esteban winked.
"What about your girlfriend?" Josh asked.
"We never had a conversation where she said I couldn't date a boy," Esteban said elaborately. "Let alone one where I was told I couldn't date two boys. Besides, it's over between us as of tomorrow."
"What do you think?" Josh said to Taylor. "Want to go on a double date with two studs and make everyone think you're the queerest of the queer?"
"I can't wait," Taylor smiled. "You guys make me so happy."
"Come on," Esteban said. "Let's get you two ready to go."
He and Josh took great pleasure in dressing Taylor after they'd eaten. With their plugs in and steel rings around their dicks, they were hard and ready to go. Josh gave Esteban the privilege of inserting Taylor's plug, a process that the handsome sophomore dragged out as long as possible. Tonight, they were all wearing prostate stimulators. Taylor had to close his eyes as the first bead of precum was forced from his cocktip. He wondered how it could possibly fit in his pants.
"He doesn't have any nice jeans," Josh said, sorting through Taylor's clothes. "How about these?" He held up what looked to be a very well-fitting pair of khakis.
"Nope," Esteban said. "Not club kid enough. I got a pair last week that were too big, haven't gotten around to sending them back, though. We'll try them on him." He wiggled into his own jeans, which were soft, black, and skin-tight, and showed off his prick to an unmistakable extent. Undressed to kill, he went down to his room and was back a minute later with what looked to be a similar pair of pants. "Try these," he offered, holding them out to Taylor. They turned out to be an excellent match for the swimmer jock's leaner but larger physique, except in length.
"My ankles are showing," Taylor chuckled, holding out a naked foot for inspection.
"No, that's hot right now," Esteban said. "Bare ankles with otherwise fashionable clothes are very sexy. Very European."
"And your prick is spectacular," Josh added. He ground his own denim bulge on Taylor's.
"I brought shoes for him, too," Esteban offered. "These have some wiggle room. Does he have any hot footwear?"
"I want to fuck his Sperrys," Josh smirked.
"Go for it." Esteban knelt down and began putting the stylish black loafers on Taylor's feet. "I can promise you," he said, staring into the freshman's eyes, "that I've cum in both these before tonight."
He and Josh had similar loafers to protect their own soles. All three boys donned skin-tight black T-shirts, completing their ensembles. In the dark of a Miami night, or of a club dance floor, their dicks would be nearly invisible to sight, but available to any groping hand.
An hour later the boys were gyrating on the dance floor at Cafe Iguana. Their shirts were off, tucked into their belts, their torsos were slick with sweat. They made out with each other, with girls who thought they were hot, with a gaggle of gay twinks shaking their asses. Taylor flat out told a drunk girl who was all over him that he was there with both his boyfriends, and laughed as she shrank away from him, overpowered by his raw sexuality. Then he went back to his lovers and started making out with them all over again. Each boy had vaped another bowl before they left the dorm, and their hearts were racing with energy and arousal. Trapped between the two larger studs, Josh came first, again. Esteban seemed to be flowing along a continuous stream of anal orgasms, his dick leaking endlessly into his pants. Taylor bucked against Josh's round bubble butt and shot his load off with a force compounded by the toy fucking his ass. Momentarily spent, the trio swayed together, licking and kissing with all the more abandon because they realized how clueless the people around them were, about sex in general and their recent act of public sex in particular.
The three of them drifted off to a quieter corner. "What now?" Josh yelled at his friends.
Taylor bent over. "We've all got class tomorrow, and you and I have to get the room transfer done. How about we leave here and drive around Miami for a bit, then head back?" The other boys nodded.
"By driving around, you mean...." Esteban said expectantly as they climbed into Taylor's Jeep, the cool night air surrounding their exposed bodies.
"I mean we take turns driving and the guys in the back enjoy a little casual stroking while the driver waits his turn."
"Fucking hot!" Josh said, sliding in next to Esteban. The two of them immediately shucked their jeans. "God, his big dick is so slippery."
"You guys turn me on so bad," Esteban sighed, shamelessly spreading his thighs to thrust his cock up farther. Taylor gunned the engine out of the parking lot, and the acceleration jabbed the wrestler stud's prostate with his plug. He cried out and leaked yet another wad onto Josh's hand. It made excellent lube, and his moans filled the car. Taylor let his shaft spring out of the fly of his borrowed pants, their choking grip acting like a second cock ring. He could drive with one hand; he only needed one finger to tease his tip as he watched his lovers torture each other in the rearview mirror.
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