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College Days Ch. 01

By: HST



Everybody says college is supposed to be the best time of your life, especially when it comes to sex. For me the sex aspect of life had been hot and cold. I lost my virginity to a female friend (she had a steady boyfriend) inside my first month as a freshman, and then three days after her I nailed a college co-ed the first night I met her. However, after these trysts that went on for about four months, my sex life grinded to a halt. By the end of my freshman year I was very hard up, and I don’t even want to talk about being a sophomore. Thankfully, when my junior year arrived, I went from pseudo-celibate to super stud in a matter of weeks.

During my awful (sexless) sophomore year I met a girl who would change my life. Liz was 5’6” 120 pounds with long curly red hair, a great smile and a voice that could bring men to their knees. She was playful and sexy. I would have to say she resembled Kate Hudson. She and I met in the dorms and I was instantly in the mood to marry this woman. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the marrying type, and she was dating a buddy of mine from the Music Department, so she and I were “just friends”. 

During my junior year, I got an off-campus apartment with my buddy Rich, and Liz got one with her pal Helen. I’d met Helen the previous year. She was a little bigger than Liz, but she had great curves, cute feet, and a very serious rack. She had short brown hair and a smartass mouth. Helen and I had exchanged back rubs a few times, but nothing developed. I was too obsessed with Liz to think about bedding her good buddy. 

Then one Friday night (about a month into the semester) I called Liz and Helen’s place to see what the girls were up too. Helen picked up the phone.

“Hello,” she said in her friendliest voice.

“Hi, Helen, it’s Hunter. Is Liz there?”

“No, Hunt, she went home for the weekend.”

“Oh,” I replied. I really wanted to see her that night. “What are you up Helen?”

“I’ve got a pizza and a couple of movies, interested?” she asked.

This set off a couple of bells and whistles in my head. Helen and I had hung out together several times. However, it was always with Liz. Helen and I knew each other through her; we were mutual acquaintances but not friends. I thought it over for about two seconds and figured, yeah I’m bored and I like pizza.

“Sure thing Helen,” I said, “I’ll be over in a few.”

“See you then,” she said.

I hung up the phone and looked around. Wheels were turning in my head. I felt funny. It was as if I knew something important was going to happen, but I didn’t know what. I knew I found Helen attractive (big rack), but I knew anything with her would make the odds of me and Liz getting together less than zero. I got my jacket and looked at my self in the mirror. “I am not going to have sex tonight,” I assured my reflection. Of course, I was lying to myself.

I got to the Liz/Helen apartment around 6:30 and we proceeded to devour a pizza. Helen and I, both real smart-asses exchanged semi-witty comments and jokes. Then Helen got up and said she needed a shower. She went to her room and came out in a towel, going in front of me to the bathroom. Now, while my heart was with Liz, my loins certainly took notice of Helen in a towel. Yes, she could have stood to lose a few pounds, but she did have very nice legs and pair of knockers that defied gravity in spite of their incredible mass. The wheels in my head (both heads) continued turning.

After the shower, Helen got dressed in shorts and a T-Shirt and we started the movies. During the first movie Helen was with me on the couch putting lotion on her skin. Seeing her rubbing that stuff on her soft supple arms and legs really got my attention and certainly drew me away from any half-ass plot points in the movie. Facing away from me she even reached up the front of her shirt and started rubbing the stuff on her stomach and breasts. I, not wanting her skin to dry out, I volunteered to do her back. She accepted and, putting my hands up the back of her shirt, I started rubbing the lotion onto her back. I started in the center and worked my way up to her shoulders, and then down to the small of her back. Having strong hands (the product of weightlifting and masturbation) I was really putting a lot of pressure on her, which was evident in the way her breathing got deeper and heavier. It was a weird experience for me. I’d given her plenty of back rubs, but those had always been through clothing. This was much more intimate. 

A short while later a girl named Kathy, a mutual friend of Liz and Helen, showed up and started watching the movies with us. Kathy sat on the Lazy-Boy and Helen and I stayed on the couch. At this point, I was leaning back with my back on the left arm of the couch and Helen was leaning on me. We exchanged smart-ass comments about the movies and she would tickle me. I was far too naïve at this point in my life to recognize this as flirting. As the night wore on Kathy got tired and Helen told her to crash in Liz’s room. Helen and I continued to watch movies and cuddle on the couch.

There had been a little bit of drinking going on. Plus, there was the tickling and flirting. We ended up switching positions several times. After a while I ended up lying on top of Helen using here ripe breasts as pillows. After a long “pregnant” pause I, acting on pure impulse, moved up her body and gave her a light kiss on the lips. She reciprocated. We started kissing and rubbing each other. Her hands roamed by back and buttocks, while mine were drawn to her large mams. My tongue entered her mouth and we started French kissing while hungrily groping each other. I slid her t-shirt up over tits and was greeted by two of the biggest firmest nipples I had ever seen anywhere. I began sucking on them and stroking here crotch through here jean shorts. She moaned and thrashed underneath me as I continued going to town on her boobs. I unsnapped her shorts and started stroking her pussy. She was wet, and I knew it wasn’t from the shower. I put two fingers in her and started to massage her clit using my thumb. She began whimpering and moaning. Her body started to shake and her hips grinded on my hand. Finally her body stiffened and she cried out as she came, her juices coating my fingers. We kissed again and she just started saying, “Thank you…. thank you…. oh thank you!”

We cuddled on the couch for a bit kissing and holding each other. She started to rub my crotch and was I’m sure delighted to find a very stiff and sufficiently large member. Worried about Kathy coming out to get a snack or something, we decided to move to Helen’s bedroom. We laid down on her double bed and continued kissing and fondling each other. 

Slowly we began to remove each others’ clothing. I pulled off her shirt and practically tore off her shorts. Once again I started liking, sucking, and biting her great tits. For my efforts I was rewarded with her gasps and moans. As a further show of appreciation, she unbuttoned my jeans and stuck her hand down my pants. Helen knew how to work a cock. She started rubbing it up and down while lingering on the head and playing with my pre-cum. Wishing to reciprocate I slid my left hand down her belly into her panties and started rubbing her clit in slow circular motions. Unlike before I kept my rubbing in check, this girl had cum once already, but I wanted her to earn the next one. We continued to kiss, stroke and tease each other toward orgasm. 

After the initial thrill that comes from the first time you’re with someone, I started to get a little nervous. Helen and I where now getting close to place we couldn’t come back from. We were each in a state of partial nudity and it looked like we were not going to stop anytime soon. As horny as I was, I started to think about the ramifications if I went all the way with her. What would it do to Liz and I? Would Helen want a relationship, or was this just a casual thing? My biggest advantage/curse was that, unlike most men, I can think with both my brain and my penis at the same time. Yeah, I wanted to get laid, but I also kept my eye on the bigger picture. 

As time passed we both ended up completely naked. Helen must have shared some of my trepidation, because after a while our pace slowed and we ended up just kissing and cuddling. We were both horny, but tentative about what we were doing. After a while she started kissing me more and more passionately. Her hand found my cock and she began jerking me off. She was clamped onto it. Then she swiftly moved down and took it in her mouth. She started to hump me with her face. Her tongue ran the length of my shaft and ticked me where my cock and balls meet. She kept sucking and sucking as she played with my balls. I didn’t know what to, but I knew I was going to blow a load down her throat if she kept this up. Finally she stopped sucking (but kept on stroking me) and said:

“Hunter, I want you inside me.”

After receiving such high quality head (the first time I ever got deep throated) I was too horny to be worrying about “the big picture”. I shook my head up and down and gasped, “OK”. 

I rolled over on top of her and started kissing her again. We began dry humping. My long hard cock bobbing up and down just outside of her moist opening. I reached down between our legs and slowly guided myself into her. She was soft, warm and tight. I’d gotten her so horny over the past hour that she was wet enough for a dozen dicks. She wrapped her legs around me as I began driving myself into her over and over again. It was as if I was trying to get more of myself in her with each stroke. I began to feel that I was going to cum, so I slowed down my strokes and we began humping each other slowly. We kissed passionately and sweetly, her little tongue dancing around my cavernous mouth. 

As our humping had slowed its intensity had increased. We would slam our bodies together, each motion more powerful than the last. Helen’s breathing also intensified. Our heads together, I could hear her breathing into my ear. She began to make low guttural noises. Sensing that she was near her climax, I pulled her legs up from the small of my back into my shoulders. Her eyes closed as I plunged myself deeply into her and began fucking her for all she was worth. Her breathing quickened even more and her eyes closed as her face tightened. She began babbling as sorts of incoherent nonsense like, “Oh yes! Don’t stop! Oh god oh god oh god!” 

Knowing she was almost there and just needed a little push over the edge, I took her right tit in my mouth and bit down hard on her nipple. Her eyes burst open and her jaw dropped. She stiffened for a moment, all of her muscles tight as a drum. She began to shake and cry out in ecstasy. I felt every twitch of her body through my cock that was still buried in her pussy. Finally, after all of her shaking, twitching and screaming, she went limp. Her legs fell to her sides and she lay beneath me completely still.

We lay there together for a while. I was still on top of her and inside of her. She was spent for the moment. She was as limp as a wet noodle; completely still save for the panting from our shared passion. While I was still as stiff as a board I also wanted a little break. All of that pounding into her had taken it out of me and I needed to catch my breath. So there I was, lying on her and in her. 

After a while I felt her flexing around me. She was squeezing my cock with the walls of her cunt. We began kissing again and she stoked her hands all over my back and down to my ass. “Cum for me,” she said. “Oh Hunter please come for me.” We began slowly humping each other, each motion done with great care. We began speeding up and she wrapped her legs around my back as she timed her upward thrusts with my downward ones. “Cum for me,” she continued to moan. 

I felt my balls begin to stir. I knew I was close, but I wanted to keep going. Her pussy was so tight and wet. I never wanted to leave it. Finally, I resigned myself to the fact that I was going to cum sooner or later. I lifted her legs up higher and began slamming myself into her. “Oh yeah,” she screamed. “Do it!” She could tell I was close from the short rapid breaths and the tightness in my body. “Cum on my tits,” she cooed. I never knew Helen could be such a dirty girl, but I wasn’t in a position to argue. I gave her a few more swift poundings, and pulled out. She quickly pushed her breasts together to receive my man-goo.

It felt like I was pushing wet cement through my dick, it was that powerful. Stream after stream of my jizz poured out of me and onto her. When it was over I collapsed next her. Helen played with the stuff on her tits. She rubbed a few dollops up with her finger and stuck it in her mouth. “Hmm, good shit,” she said. She went off to the bathroom to clean up. As she left my fears returned to me. Yes, I had just had great sex, but it was with the roommate of the girl I really wanted. What was I going to do? Would Helen want a commitment, or were we just fuck-buddies? Ether way, what would Liz think? Before I could have a full panic attack, my fatigue from the fucking, and the hour (it was 3 AM) got the better of me. Helen came back to bed and we lay naked in each other’s arms. 

The following morning we woke up and stayed in bed for a while. After a bit it became apparent that I was not the only one uncertain of what was next. Helen knew how I felt about Liz and how much I wanted her. So we lay there and talked about it.

“What now,” I asked

“I don’t know,” she replied. “What do you want to do?”

“Hell if I know. It was a good time though”

“I have never cum like that before,” she said.

“Me either,” was my reply. “That was fun.”

We kept on talking and resolved nothing except for agreeing that we both knew what we were doing it bed. Anything worth doing is worth doing right. About an hour after that, Helen’s bedroom door opened and Kathy (the girl who had spent the night in Liz’s room) came in briefly. She said, “Helen I’ve got to tell you…” She saw Helen and I together, barely covered by the sheets and it shut her up. “OK,” said Kathy, “I guess I’ll see you later.” She turned and closed the door as she left.

“Great,” I muttered to Helen. “Now we have to kill Kathy.”

Helen laughed and it completely lightened the mood. We stayed in bed a little bit longer and then got up and got dressed. Helen made us coffee and toast. Kathy was gone, apparently we’d embarrassed her or she’d perceived our homicidal intentions. I left in the early afternoon and went back to my apartment. I had no idea how this situation would play with Liz or if Helen and I would have a repeat. Fortunately, everything turned out not just well, but very well. If you read the next chapter, you’ll find out how. 

College Days Ch. 01



Sorry for the delay in posting new stories…hope the wait was worth it. You really should read the Curiosity stories to get caught up with these chapters.

Scott and I spent a great summer together, exploring several each other in every possible way. We also continued to view tapes sent to us by Scott's brother. The tapes became more and more explicit, sometimes seeing his brother being fucked by ten or more guys at a time. Though we didn't have eight other guys to play with, it was very arousing for both of us and we would spend hours sucking and fucking each other while the tapes played in the background.

But, all good things must come to an end. We both received scholarships to different schools and Scott had to leave in late summer to head to football camp prior to school starting. So for about six weeks, I spent many hours watching the homemade porn tapes of Scott's brother while masturbating. I loved jerking off, and even learned to use a vibrator in my ass while jerking off. After every session, I wiped up my cum and licked my hands clean. A quick side note, if you haven't ever tried your own cum, you really should.

Finally, I headed off to college too. I was a little nervous, not knowing what to expect in a roommate. I was pleasantly surprised. My roommate, Stephen was slightly shorter than me, about the same weight, but he had very light reddish blonde hair and skin that was pale white. Stephen and I hit it off great. We spent hours getting to know each other talking about our earlier years and our home lives. I never mentioned my sexual adventures with Scott, but detailed every other part of our growing up together.

After three weeks into school, we were in the middle of an Indian summer. Nights were extremely hot and our dorm room was not air conditioned, though we both had brought fans, they didn't really help. One night, after a cool shower, I stripped and laid face down on my bed, letting the fan blow across my still damp body. Stephen has a late class and I figured I had at least an hour to myself. I then rolled over and began to stroke myself to a full erection. My cock was aching for release and I knew it wouldn't take me long. I was running my other hand over my smoothly shaved pubic area and stroking myself at a steady pace with the other hand, when I heard keys in the door. I immediately flipped over and laid face down again, shoving my cock outward between my legs.

The door came open and Stephen came in. Though the lights were off, with the window open and now the door, it was easy to see that I was completely naked and, if Stephen looked closely, he could clearly see my hard cock sticking out between my thighs.

"Damn!" Stephen exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to be in here naked! You look comfortable, though."

I turned my head slightly rising up on my side, "sorry man, I thought you'd be out for another hour."

He walked to his bed and kept his back to me, while answering, "Yea, he let us go early because it was too hot in basement classroom."

My cock was still hard, not as much as before, but still hard. I decided it was now or never, "So, why don't you get naked too? It really is much cooler, the heat was just too much tonight," not wanting to let the moment fade I added, "Besides, I normally sleep naked anyway, just didn't know what you might think about that."

With his back still to me, he responded with a nervous tone, "Oh, I don't think so. If someone found we were naked in here together someone might think something was going on, but I don't mind if you sleep naked, if that's what you are used to."

Grinning, though he couldn't see my face, I said, "Who the hell would ever know? I'm not going to run out in the hall yelling that we're naked in here!" I then gave a little snicker, "Is that your plan?"

"NO!" he said, spinning slightly towards me, "Never! Hell, if anyone knew ONE of us was naked they'd think we were gay!"

"Okay, then it's settled. Get naked and it'll be our little secret!" In a more sincere voice I added, "Really man, I'm not saying shit to anyone."

"No, I don't think so, but you can stay naked." He said mater of factly.

"Nah, if you're not going to be naked, I can't very well be naked either," sounded a little pissed. I then stood up, my cock at about one fourth erection, and walked towards the dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of silk boxers.

I watched out of the corner of my eye and saw that Stephen was doing his best to check out my cock. I turned a bit more towards him so he could get a better look, then slowly pulled the boxers up, pretending not to notice him. Though it was pretty dark, I could swear that he had a slight bulge in his shorts.

He kinda sighed and said, "hey, I'm sorry, really, you can sleep naked or lay around naked all you want, I'm just a little too shy for that I guess. But I really don't mind if you do, I want you to be comfortable in here, it's your room to." He then began to strip off his own clothes.

I sat down on my bed and turned on the bedside light, "Shy?" I said with some disbelief, "about what?"

He stammered a bit then said, "Because I just am." He waited a minute, now down to his boxers, which I could see was more than slightly tented, "I'm not really well endowed, you know and I get embarrassed about it," he sounded beaten, "that's why I'm not in sports, can't stand to be around guys with huge cocks and mine is puny!" He then through himself on his bed and faced the wall.

I knew that he had a cock, and I knew that no mater the size I wanted to see it. But I knew I had to approach this carefully. So, I simply said, "Mine's no porn star cock and what difference does it make anyway?" I waited a minute, "Look, I'll show you mine and you show me yours, then it's all out in the open…so to speak," I added, grinning.

He rolled over and said, "Are you fucking nuts? I'm not showing you my cock! I just told you that it's small and very insignificant. I'm damn sure not going to show it off to you!"

I stood up and dropped the boxers, my cock was now about half erect. I walked a little closer to his bed, he sorta jumped back, "what the fuck are you doing?"

"Look, see, my cock is almost eight inches long, but it isn't very big around, kinda what you would call a toothpick dick!" I stepped closer, "I'm not afraid to show you, so come on, let me see yours. I can tell that it's not too small, your boxers are stretching out a bit."

He had a look of panic on his face, but then he glanced down at his own crotch and I think he realized for the first time that he had an erection. He pushed the front of his boxers down with his right hand, and said, "No! I'm not hard, it's just the way my boxers were positioned."

"Really," I grinned, "then move your hand."

He didn't. He pushed himself further away from me, now with his back to the wall. I was standing at the edge of his bed, my cock nearly at full attention.

"Why do you shave your cock?" He asked suddenly.

"Because I like how it feels, soft and smooth. Plus, it makes my cock look bigger than it is," I was beginning to think I'd blown it, so I added, "Why don't you show me yours now, then I promise I'll leave you alone about it."

He frowned a bit, and then slid off the end of his bed about three feet away from me. He turned his back to me and bent, sliding his boxers to the floor. While his back was to me, I could clearly see that he had a perfectly round and smooth ass. His cheeks were so white that they glowed in the dimly lit room. I could make out a handful of small freckles across the top of his shoulders and down his smooth legs. Once the boxers were off, he glanced over his shoulder and said, "Please, promise you won't laugh, if you do, I swear I'll leave school!" His voice was shaky and he really appeared scared.

I stepped to with a foot of him, touched him lightly on the shoulder and said in my most sincere voice, "I promise, I would never laugh."

He then turned and I saw his cock for the first time. There was a small dusting of reddish blonde hair above the base, and his cock stuck out about four inches from his body. The cock was almost as wide as it was long. I could make out two small, but heavy looking balls hanging below his thick cock. Mustering all the nerve I had, I reached out and wrapped my right hand around his cock, only the second cock I had ever touched. 

His eyes went wide, but he didn't move. His cock was so thick, that my thumb and forefinger lacked more than an inch touching. I didn't move my hand at all, just gripped his cock. He continued to stare directly at me, not moving or speaking. I slowly slide my hand towards his body and them back out and repeated the movement several more times, jerking his cock off.

I finally spoke, "There is nothing wrong with this cock! It's so thick! And hard, yet soft at the same time." I kept stroking.

He began to speak, stuttering at first, "I didn't know that you were gay."

"Well, I think I'm more bi, I really love to check out chicks and look at porn," I said, smiling at him.

"I've never seen porn," he said, his voice still shaking.

"Do you like this?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Do you want me to stop?" I continued my questions.

"No." he answered.

"Lay down on the bed," I instructed him, letting go of his cock.

He moved back to his bed and laid down, he then said, "I've never done anything like this."

I smiled and said, "It's okay, I have. Remember my friend Scott," I started as I wrapped my hand back around his cock, "well, he and I used to jerk each other off all the time."

"Really?" he asked, his voice become even shakier.

"Not only that, but we used to do a lot of other things too," I continued to stroke his cock with my right hand, while my left hand was now stroking his inner thighs.

"Like what, ohhhhh, man that feels good!" he exclaimed.

"You really want to know?" I asked, adding, "It's pretty wild stuff."

He was now moaning a low moan, but he managed to answer, "Yea, I wanna know."

I could feel his pulse increasing, so I slowed my stroking of his cock to simply squeezing it in my hand. My other hand was now rubbing his balls and I had let a finger drift towards the crack of his smooth ass. This caused a deeper moan and his breathing was fast and short.

I began to whisper quietly, "we used to jerk each other off, spraying our cum all over each other," another moan from Stephen, "we also used to suck each others cocks," again a low moan, "we would even swallow each others cum, wanna hear more?"

"Oh yea," he replied, with a moan, "please, but you've got to stop touching me, I think I'm going to cum!"

His eyes were closed tight and his breathing was fast and hard. I released his cock, but continued to stroke his balls and the bottoms of his butt cheeks. His body responded by his legs opening up wider.

"That better," he nodded, "we used to take turns fucking each other in the ass," I continued, "we did pretty much everything, bondage, spanking, cumming on each others bodies, faces," he was moaning again.

"I can't believe it! I never would have thought you'd do stuff like that," he said.

"Does that mean you don't want to be roommates anymore?" I asked, still stroking his balls and ass cheeks.

He groaned, "No, I don't want that, I want you to teach me how to do stuff like that!"

I grinned; I had him, "stuff like what?"

"You know! The stuff you did with Scott."

I grasped his balls in my hand and gently applied pressure, "No, you have to tell me what stuff you want to learn about."

"OHHHH, okay, okay," he moaned loudly, "I want you to teach me how to suck cock and take cock up the ass!" I released his nuts and moved my hand back to his cock.

"Well, are you asking me to be your teacher? Or do you have someone else in mind that you want to learn with?" I teased.

"NO, I want you to be the one, I want to do everything that you did before," he was breathing hard again as I stroked his short, fat cock.

"Well, then, from now on, after dorm curfew, you have to be naked when you are in here with me, deal?"

"Sure!" he said, adding, "I'm really close to cumming!"

I slowed my stroking again, and said, "Any time I want you, you have to give yourself to me. Understand? If I want your ass, you'll bend over. If I want your mouth, you'll get on your knees. If I want you, you'll offer me your cock! Understand?"

He was moaning again, as I squeezed my hand around his cock again and began stroking faster. I asked him again if he understood and he replied, "Yes, anytime, anything, always naked, I agree! I understand!!! Oh, my gosh, I'm gonna cum!!!"

His cock erupted! Cum flew from the tip of his cock, the first shot landing high on his chest, followed by five thicker, high flying shots, which all landed between his breasts and belly button. The next three shots were smaller, but still thick and were covering my hand and his pubic area. Neither Scott, nor I had ever cum this much! 

Finally the cum flow stopped. I stared down at him, amazed with the amount of cum that was there. It was very thick and a rich, creamy color. I placed my hand near his mouth and simply said, "Lick it off."

"I've never tasted it before, do I really have to?"

I rubbed the cum from my hand to his lips and said, "yes, now open up and lick it."

He opened his mouth and licked a small drop of cum from my finger. He tasted it for a minute, smiled and then sucked several fingers into his mouth, savoring the taste of his cum. He continued to lick my hand until all of his cum was gone. I smiled as he smiled up at me.

"Okay, now scoop some of that up off of your chest and eat it too," as I said this, I stood to face him, pointing my cock at his cock and I began to jerk off. I knew I couldn't last long and soon my cum was spraying all over his own cock and balls. 

He was moaning loudly as my hot cum shot out onto him. I then leaned down and began to clean our cum mixture off of his cock, licking and sucking as much of it up as I could. His cock was smooth and warm, and I could barely fit it into my mouth with as wide open as I could get it. Soon, he had cleaned all of his cum from his chest and belly, and I had cleaned our cum from his cock and balls. 

I saved the last mouthful and moved up to Stephen's mouth. I moved towards him for our first kiss, he hesitated for a moment, then closed his eyes and opened his mouth. I opened mine and planted our lips together, letting the cum mix slide into his mouth. Our tongues tickled each other and he greedily sucked my tongue, drinking down the last of our cum.

I moved him over, climbed in bed with him and ran my hands over every inch of his body. After a few minutes, he began to feel of me too. We continued to touch, stroke, rub and feel each other until we drifted off to sleep. But just before drifting off, I whispered in his ear, "tomorrow, you get to suck me off," he just smiled.



College Days Ch. 01



Prequel

I arrived at college a naive and sheltered kid. Eight years of Catholic grammar school in the 'burbs of the Connecticut shore followed by a Catholic all boys' high school never prepared me for being on my own. A Catholic college seemed like a logical place. Close to home but far enough away that I lived on campus. It was 1979 when I moved in the New York City.

At 18, I stood 5'9" with 185 solid pounds. Never really a ladies' man and usually more studious, the previous summer's construction job had developed my legs, arms and chest. The summer sun and salt water had left my hair more blonde than brown. That summer I splurged and switched my glasses for contacts that revealed my green eyes.

For the first time, I was without my life-long friend Bob. Bob was more adventurous, a bit of partier, always better with the ladies, and had struck out west for school. 5'8', 155, blue eyed, black haired fair-skinned Irish. Unfortunately, our friendship was strained just before we both headed off to school. 

A week before school, Bob and I got drunk when my parents were away for the night. After too many Rum & Tonics and as the evening wound down, we ended up in my parent's pool. After the normal towel snapping and rough housing, we headed to the pool house to shower.

The "pool house" was a glorified expanded shed my dad had outfitted with changing room and shower. I used it as an oasis. Hidden the rafters were the few Gent, Penthouse and Playboy magazines I had managed to squirrel away. Bob and I pulled them out and began to flip through the pages. Soon, I was sporting a nice hard on. My cock I thought was rather average circumcised about 7 inches, thickand was now tenting my shorts at this point. I said I needed a shower and slipped in to the curtained shower. I stripped off my bathing suit, and soaped my body. Many a day I would shower and masturbate in here after viewing my stash. I tugged at cock but stopped for fear of being heard by Bob. Despite my best efforts, the shower did not reduce my hard on.

I turned off the shower, quickly wrapped a towel around me and grabbed my suit holding it in front to disguise my still erect cock. I pulled back the curtain and saw Bob. His bathing suit was on the floor. He was intently eyeing one of the magazines, flipping the pages with one hand and furiously pumping his cock with the other. I had seen Bob in the shower at school. He seemed about the same size, thinner than me but right now his was fully erect with a big purplish mushroom head.

I guess he saw the surprised look on my face, because he stopped and quickly covered up. "Sorry, got a bit carried away." I stuttered "no problem" in reply. I looked over and saw he had been fixated on a series of pictures of busty blond sucking a very well endowed black man. "I wonder what a blow job feels like," he said. "Me too," I said I responded dejectedly. "The picture got me so hot, sorry if I embarrassed you." "Hey, its okay," I said. "Yeah, I guess we all do it." I embarrassedly admitted, "Yeah." I guess that was the opening he was hoping for. He dropped his shorts and began stroking again. I was fascinated. I sat down and grabbed a magazine. I watched him as much as I looked at the pictures. I slowly fisted my own cock in sync with him. He then caught me watching. He returned the gaze and then shifted closer to me. Soon we were both mesmerized by watching each other masturbate. 

The sight of his cock head slipping in and out of his hand seemed to hypnotize me. Bob then reached over with his other hand and grabbed my balls. I gasped. He slid his hand up pushing mine aside and grasped my cock. I was in shock but the feeling of someone other than myself holding my cock was intoxicating. He slowly stroked my cock as I leaned back and enjoyed. 

As I became more comfortable with him stoking me, I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall. Between the pleasure of him stroking me and the booze, I was light headed. I did not notice him move but suddenly I moaned with pleasure has his hand was replaced by his mouth. The warm wetness surrounding my hot hard cock felt unbelievable. I opened my eyes and looked down at him as he slid my cock in and out of his mouth. I could bearly breathe I was so exicted. He continued to slowly stroke his cock as he devoured mine.

I do not know what came over me. I pushed Bob back on the floor and dove into his lap. Like the girl in the pictures, I fondled his balls with one hand, wrapped my other hand around his shaft and began to lick his cock head. The sticky precum tasted strange but inviting. I quickly tried to take as much of his cosk as I could in mouth. I mimicked the motions Bob had performed on me and had covered his shaft with my spit. Bob pulled me off and slid around so he could suck me as well. I cannot describe the unimaginable pleasure of feeling him suck my cock while I sucked him. I was not long before I was ready to cum.

Bob furiously slid my cock in and out of his mouth. He turned his attention to my cock head and soon had me on the edge. I had to stop sucking him to catch my breath. I continued to stroke his cock wet with my saliva and his precum. I rolled back and Bob rolled on top of me. I felt my cum swelling up as I warned him. Bob did not stop and sucked harder on my cock head while his tongue circled it. I could not hold out and soon began spewing cum. Bob took the first burst in his mouth and the rest splattered him in the face and chest. At the same time, he came covering my chin and neck. In my heavy breathing, some of his cum hit my mouth. I licked my lips to taste him. 

He rolled off me and lay on the floor. I grabbed the towel and headed back to the shower. As I stood, so did Bob. I could see my cum on his face, hair, neck and chest. He pulled me close and began to kiss me. He then proceeded to lick his cum from my neck. I became lost in his caresses as my cock began to stir. I followed suit and soon tasted my own cum for the first time as I licked it from his face a neck. 

The next morning, a bit hung over, I guess we were both embarrassed. We did not talk about it and had trouble for the first time talking with each other. The tension eased somewhat over the next few days, but we never discussed that night before we left for school. 

Now I was sitting alone in my new dorm room and desperately wanted to call him and be with him. My melancholia was interrupted when my new roommate arrived. 



College Days Ch. 01



"What a sight for sore eyes!" I beamed, then gave my oldest sister a hug that lifted her off the ground. She was actually a step-sister, not related by blood but by marriage. But since I didn't have any memories without her in my life, she and her sister were both, as far as I was concerned, my real sisters.

Colette laughed, "Okay, you can let me down, now, Mark," I set her down gently, still gazing into her pretty face. "I missed you, too." Colette gave me a kiss on the cheek and grabbed one of my bags, helping me get them into the trunk of her car. 

We drove for about an hour getting to the house, talking and laughing about how long it had been. My two older sisters and I had grown up together in the midwest, and we were always very close, but as we got older, they moved out, went to college, all that stuff that normal kids eventually do. Colette was now 26 years old, and I was 18. My other sister, Jennifer, would be 22 in just a few more days. I hadn't seen much of either of them for the last couple of years as they were both tied up in their respective pursuits. Colette was a new, young college professor in the English department at the university in central Washington, and Jennifer, the brain, had just started working her way through graduate school in Physics. 

Both were still single, and both Colette and our parents thought it would be a wonderful idea for me to go off and live with them while I started my own trek through college, since it would make the bills much easier to bear. 

I was rather amazed to see a very nice, small, but well manicured yard leading up to a very nice house. I guess I still envisioned them living in a trashy apartment like most college kids. 

"Wow, this is a nice place." I exclaimed, "I didn't realize college professors were rich!"

"I'm not rich, silly, but I make enough to live on, and the housing prices around here aren't exactly steep. It was a bit of a fixer upper when I bought it last year, but with a little care and some elbow grease, it's pretty nice. 3 bedrooms, 2-1/2 bathrooms, and the best part – a swimming pool and jacuzzi out back."

"You're kidding me, you've got your own pool? I may never move out!"

"Oh, I'll let you stay a while!" she laughed as we pulled up to a stop in the driveway, then put the car in park and patted my thigh, "I miss my little brother so much, I may never let you leave!" 

Colette and I had always been very close while I was growing up. I would hang on her all the time as a child and she indulged me. As a teenager, she'd take me with her shopping or to movies, and even spend evenings home on the weekends just to hang out with me. Whenever I had problems at school or with friends, I'd go to her even before talking to my parents, and she'd help me work it out. She was just about the best older sister a guy could get. When she left for college after high school, I was devastated, and wanted to call her all the time and talk. As I grew older, we spoke less and less, as I always had something to be doing out with friends or whatnot, but she still called me every week or two and we'd spend hours on the phone. From childhood to the present day, she was still the closest friend I'd ever had.

We walked into the house with my bags and she showed me the room she had prepared for me. It was small, but had a connecting bathroom and a nice view out the front window at the flower garden she had planted. There was a queen sized bed, already made up with clean sheets and blankets, an old oak dresser, probably from an antique store, knowing Colette, and a desk. 

"I assume you'll be doing a lot of studying up here, so I made sure you had a nice desk to work with," she smiled as she placed the bag she was carrying on the bed, then gave me another great big hug, "Oh Mark, I'm so glad you decided to come here. I just know you'll love it, I can't wait to show you all the cool places around town."

"Thanks, sis," I said, laughing at her rush of emotion, "I really appreciate you letting me come and live here, seems like a really cool place to live." 

She kissed me on the cheek again and held my face in her hands, looking at me. "I can't believe how grown up you are. When I left home you were a cute little 10 year old boy, now you're all big and muscley. And cute..." she laughed.

"Okay, mom," I chuckled sarcastically, "I'm all grown up now, you're just going to have to deal with it!" 

"One thing I need to tell you," she said, letting me go and getting a bit more serious, "there's something I need to tell you about Jenny, so you won't be shocked when you find out for yourself..."

"Okay... what, did she grow an extra nose on her face or something?" I joked.

"No, nothing like that, but you should know that she's got... someone."

"What's the big deal? So she's got a boyfriend, that's not exactly news."

"Well, it's not like you think," she said, "she doesn't have a boyfriend, hasn't had one for a while, actually. What she's got..." She seemed to be looking at me to judge how I was going to react, "is a girlfriend."

I have to admit I was a little stunned. Jenny never struck me as 'that type', although, growing up in our little town, I never met anyone who was 'that type', so how would I have known? "You mean she's a lesbian?" I blurted out.

"Yes, are you going to be o.k. with that? You aren't gonna freak out or anything?"

"Well, I'm a bit surprised, but she's still my sister, it's not like she has the plague or something. No, I'm not going to freak out, but I guess I am a little shocked."

"Good. I just didn't want you to be caught by surprise when you see them together. Her girlfriend, Tammy, is here a lot. In fact, I didn't see them when we came in, but that red car in front of the house is hers, so most likely they're both out back by the pool or something. That's why I brought you up to your room right away, I wanted to tell you before you found out on your own. Anyway, why don't you come downstairs with me and say hello, then I can make some sandwiches and we can eat and catch up."


We went down the stairs, and, sure enough, there by the pool was Jennifer and her girlfriend Tammy, laying down in lounge chairs in the sun. Finding out she was a lesbian didn't really bother me much, but what I saw out the glass doors to the pool gave me a start. They weren't doing anything, just lying there, but they were completely naked. I looked away quickly. "Uh, do they normally go around buck naked all day?" I asked Colette. 

Colette giggled and put a hand over her mouth, "Oops, someone must not have noticed we were home. Give me a minute and I'll let them know."

I made a point of sitting down at the kitchen bar and staring at the oak cabinets while Colette went out the back door to talk to them. Sister or not, I was having a hard time not turning around and staring. Jennifer was beautiful and sexy just laying out there by the pool, and her girlfriend was not exactly ugly either. I could feel myself getting hard and was trying not to think about them when the glass door opened up again and all three women came into the house. Thankfully, Jenny and Tammy were now wearing terrycloth robes. I still couldn't help but thinking about what I'd seen a moment before and that they were just one tug of the belt away from being completely naked again.

"Mark!" Jenny yelled as I stood up and turned to face them. She ran up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a warm kiss on the cheek as she squeezed the life out of me. I hugged her back and laughed. 

"Hey sis, it's so good to see you!" 

"Oh my gosh I missed you so much," she exlaimed, running the sentence together into a single word. She was still squeezing me, which seemed to be lasting a long time, then abruptly let go and grabbed me by the hand, dragging me over to Tammy. "I want you to meet Tammy, Tammy's my best friend in the world, we've been friend since my first day here."

"Hi, I'm Mark," I said, reaching my hand out to shake, Jenny still had my left hand in hers, squeezing it tight. Tammy shook hands with me.

"Nice to meet you, Mark," she laughed, "I've been hearing all about you, actually, I've been hearing about nothing but you from Jen here for the last week. You must be one heck of a great brother!"

I laughed, "I'm not sure I qualify for that, I may have been voted most annoying brother at one time, though!"

"Oh no, I never thought you were annoying," Jenny joked, "You were always the perfect little angel."

We stood there and talked for a few more moments, exchanging pleasantries, while Jenny continued to squeeze the life out of my hand and beam at me from the side. I felt like her prized trophy that she was showing off to her best friend. 

"O.k., we'll I'm going to make some sandwiches for Mark and I," Colette said, walking into the kitchen, "are you two hungry, would you like to join us?"

Tammy looked at the clock, "You know, I wish I could, but I really have to get going, my shift at the espresso bar starts in about 20 minutes. It was really nice to meet you, Mark, I'll see you around."

"You, too." I said, "I'll try to return Jenny to normal before you see her again," I laughed, Jenny was still holding my hand and now was leaning her head on my shoulder, she slapped me lightly on the chest.

"I am normal, I'm just happy to see my little brother again!" 

Tammy went upstairs to get her clothes on then Jen saw her to the door and gave her a big kiss on the way out, tongue and all. I couldn't help but stare for a moment, I just never figured by sister to be a lesbian. Colette brought me back to earth, "Okay, leave them be, why don't you help me make some sandwiches." I snapped out of it and went into the kitchen with her.

We all sat around and talked for a couple of hours. It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of the summer, and we had all weekend to catch up. Colette was teaching summer classes, but the load was pretty light, she was only working half time. She said she spent most of her time reading good books and hanging out with friends. Asked if she was seeing anyone, she said the dates had been few and far between. 

"I just can't seem to get that interested in any of the men around here," she said, "They're either stuffy college professors, or young college kids just looking for a fling, and I make it a point to stay away from students anyway. What about you, Mark, did you leave anyone pining for your warm, loving arms back home?"

I blushed a little bit, "Not really," I replied, "I've been dating a girl named Kristi that I met my sophomore year in high school. But it was just for fun more than anything else, never really got serious. She's leaving at the end of the summer for college on the east coast. We said our goodbyes, but I don't think either of us expected anything further anyway. What about you, Jen, tell me about this new, ah, development?"

Jen laughed. She'd been sitting next to me, and was still doting on me like her long lost teddy bear, stroking my hair from time to time, leaning her head on my shoulder, giving me little side-hugs as we talked. We'd always been close, and she'd always been a very touchy-feely kind of person, so I didn't really mind, but it was a little bit over the top. Then again, most things with Jen went over the top, so it wasn't that surprising, she was always the outgoing one in the family.

"Well, I guess I just kind of fell in love." She swooned, a dreamy look in her eyes, "I know it's probably a little strange for you, both of you, to see me kissing a girl. I hope it doesn't make you too uncomfortable. Tammy and I meet in a math class our first year, and became great friends almost immediately. We hung out together, studied together, really just became good friends. I never really thought of her in... that way. I was dating this guy, who turned out to be a real creep. I think he only wanted to get into my pants, and after a few weeks, when I didn't let him, he got really upset. I was kind of scared, actually, he started yelling and getting all macho, telling me that I was a bitch and all sorts of nasty things like that. I left his dorm room and took off through campus crying and ran into Tammy on the way home. She took me back to her place and we talked and I cried for a while, and eventually she let on that she was attracted to me. 

I was actually kind of shocked, I never would have guessed that she 'played both teams'. It was an awkward few moments, but then she started talking about how much she liked me and how sad she was to see me hurt. We were sitting on her couch and she had her arm around me, and was drying my tears. I just thought, what the hell? How bad could it be? She was giving me a hug and then pulled back and looked into my eyes, with tears falling down... now that I remember it, it was so romantic... she started kissing my face everywhere she saw a tear. I was starting to feel a lot better. Did you ever get those butterflies in your stomach when you had your first kiss with someone? There was a swarm of them in mine. When she finally kissed me on the lips, I was all hers."

"Wow," I said, feeling a little strange about hearing all of that. I had expected she'd give me a flippant, matter of fact answer, not go into romantic story-telling mode! "So do you not like guys anymore? Found something better?"

"No, nothing like that, I just fell in love with my best friend, is all. I'm still attracted to guys, I'm just totally involved with Tammy." The conversation had become really serious. Jen decided to break the ice a little, "In fact," she continued, "I think she has the hots for you, little brother!" she snuggled into my arm again, "Right before she left she was telling me how cute you are!"

We all just laughed. I was actually starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. Mainly because I had just been thinking about how good looking Tammy was, and now found out she's thinks I'm cute, and, oh, by the way, she's involved with my own sister! But this was just the beginning, the awkwardness had hardly begun, which I didn't realize until I heard Jen say...

"So I want to make sure you're o.k. with this," Jen said, "not just that I'm in love with a girl, but also the fact that, well, we're pretty casual around here..."

"Jen," Colette warned, "now that Mark's here, I think maybe you and Tammy might need to be a little more modest around the house."

"Well, let me just talk to him about it," Jen responded, "Mark's a big boy, now, he can tell me if he's uncomfortable."

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked, "I already saw the two of you kissing, I don't think it will kill me, although I might stare from time to time." I smiled.

"There's one little thing..." Jen was being sly.

"The 'one little thing'," Colette said, "is that Jen and Tammy often walk around the house in less than a full set of clothing, sometimes in none at all. Jen, I really think you two are going to need to tone it down, when it was just us girls, it was no big deal, but I think out of respect for Mark you two are going to have to wear clothing when he's home. I know I'm asking a lot of you," Colette was getting sarcastic, "but maybe you could put for the herculean effort to keep your pants on."

I laughed, "You've got to be kidding me, you two walk around naked all day? What is this, some sort of nudist colony?"

"Oh, it's nothing like that," Jen laughed, "well, o.k., maybe it's a little bit like that. It's just that it's summer time and it's hot outside and it just doesn't seem like a big need to wear clothes everywhere. Geez, Colette, it's not like you always walk around here fully dressed, either!"

"No, but now that Mark's here I will. This really shouldn't be a big deal, Jen."

"Jen, Colette, don't worry about it. I'll make you a deal, you can all go around in the buff, but don't get upset when I'm walking around the house staring with my tongue hanging out all the time!" I was actually a little embarrassed, but these were my two older sisters, after all, and we'd always been close enough to talk about most anything, even sex. In fact, Colette was the first one to answer my questions abou the birds and the bees...

"Oh my gosh," Colette sighed, "whatever... you two are strange."

Jen laughed and looked me in the face, "Really, Mark?"

"What?" I said, as if we were just talking about the time of day...

"You'll really keep your tongue hanging out if I walk around naked? I didn't realize you were so attracted to me..." she teased.

"Yeah, whatever." I laughed back, rolling my eyes, "You're a grown woman with big boobs and a fit body and you don't think I'll notice? Sister or not, I'll notice."

"Ohhh..." Jen cooed, leaning her head into my should and giving me a hug from the side, "Marky has a crush on me..."

"Yeah, baby, it's all about you." I joked.

"Oh gag me." Colette wrinkled up her face, "get a room, you two..."

"Oooo, sweetcheeks, do you think we should?" Jen said in a high pitch girly voice.

"Come with me, my fair princess, and I will show you the wonders of the world..." I continued acting out my part, lowering my voice to sound like a cheesy actor.

We'd played this game before when we were younger, much younger. I noticed it had a little more significance now that we were of age, and was actually feeling the butterflies in my stomach. Because of Jen? I really must be losing it, I thought. But we played along, Jen and I faking date talk and Colette making sarcastic remarks. It was just like home again.

"Pardon me," Colette said, smiling, "I'm going to go throw up now." She stood up and cleared the plates from the table. Jen turned me toward her, wrapped her hand around my mouth, then brought her face up against it and pretended to make out with me, moaning all the time. That lasted a few seconds before we just broke off laughing. Colette rolled her eyes again and went into the kitchen.

A little more seriously now, Jen asked, "So what do you think about Tammy? Isn't she the sweetest, cutest girl you ever met?"

I wasn't sure how to respond to that one. "Well, I only really just met her..."

"Oh come on, I saw the way you looked at her!"

"Jen, I only just met her, and why are you asking me this? She's you're... girlfriend." I nearly stuttered.

"Still have a difficult time with that one, huh?"

"It will take some getting used to, but I think I'll manage."

"I just love her so much, and I want you to like her, too, I guess. Besides," she said with a mischievous grin, "I like you so much, I just might share her with you if you're nice to me!"

I turned beet red, "Uh, yeah, right." I said, tentatively.

"Oh, I'm just giving you trouble. Come out, let's go out for a swim!"

"O.k.," I said, and started walking to the glass doors.

"Aren't you going to go up and change into swimshorts first?" Jen asked.

"Oh, I thought we were all just going around naked now!" I joked, then turned toward the steps, "Of course I am, just because you're a nudist doesn't mean I'm going to be one!"

Jen actually went up the stairs and changed as well, she said maybe she would just ease into that little situation with me for now. I got out to the pool before Jen came out of her room, so got the singular pleasure of watching her walk out the door and drop a towel and her robe onto a lounge chair. Jen is about 5 foot 4 inches, with beautiful long, straight Auburn hair. Let's just say if she had been an unrelated girl my age in high school, she'd have been way out of my league. Her brown eyes and dimples could bring most grown men to their knees just from her simple beauty and incredible cuteness. She was athletic, and had been on the swim-team all through highschool. While she didn't have large breasts, her body was compact and shapely. To sum up, she looked absolutely fantastic in her tight, french cut one-piece speedo. My first thought was 'oh my gosh, she's going to be walking around the house naked, I won't be able to keep it down...'




College Days Ch. 01



She dove into the pool and swam over to me. We grabbed a ball and tossed it back and forth for a while while we talked and joked about everything under the sun. It was great spending time with Jen again.

After 20 minutes or so, Colette came out to join us. She looked fantastic as well, and almost as cute as Jen. Her hair was a similar color, but had some blonde highlights from the hairdresser, and she'd inherited our mother's green eyes. She wasn't the swimming freak that Jen was, and so rather than a speedo was wearing a pink string bikini, purposefully displaying her more than ample breasts for all the world to see. She was carrying a tray with a pitcher and some glasses, all full of margaritas.

"Now, I know you're not 21, yet, Mark, so I made a special glass of lime juice for you, while Jen and I enjoy these stiff margaritas." She winked at me. Jen and I came up out of the pool to where she was now sitting at an umbrella table on the deck. "I know you're not ready to start holding down alcohol, so yours is a virgin."

I smirked back at her as she handed me a glass. It looked exactly like all the others, but I didn't figure she'd lie to me about it. Imagine my surprise when I took the first sip and got a strong burn in my throat as I swallowed, then coughed.

"Crap, Colette, it's a good joke, but did you have to dump the entire bottle of tequila into mine?"

Colette just laughed, "Sorry, I guess I overdid it just a little bit, but it's not just yours, it's the entire pitcher, so bottoms up everyone!"

We all started the drinking and talking and joking. It didn't seem to me like it lasted very long, but soon the pitcher was empty and we were on our last glass each, and we were laughing like crazy, everything was hilarious. In other words, we were all good and drunk. 

"So, Marky," Jen said, "tell me about the girl you left behind, was she cute?"

"Why," I laughed at her, "are you looking for another girlfriend?"

Colette had just taken a drink but couldn't keep from laughing, and so ended up spitting a mouthful across the table at us.

"Oh gross, Colette, spit away from the table, please, you redneck! No, Mark, I'm not looking for a new girlfriend, I just wanted to know if she was pretty or not? All the pretty girls want to date you, don't they?" 

"Well, I think she was pretty," I started.

"But does she have big boobs like these?" Colette yelled, grabbing her chest and shaking it a little. She had clearly taken leave of her senses.

"Colette!" Jen squealed, "You are bad. You're making your brother stare at your boobs!"

She was right, I was staring at Colette's breasts as she held them in her hands. I could feel myself getting hard, but thankfully was scooted up to the table enough that neither of them would notice.

"Mark, you bad boy," she laughed, "don't you know you're not supposed to stare at your sister's boobs?"

"It might be easier not to stare if you weren't groping them in front of me..." I suggested, hoping that she wouldn't stop. I was actually, in my drunken stupor, starting to think about what was underneath that pink bikini top...

Jen scooted closer to me and lay her head on my shoulder again, as was her custom. I could feel her long hair against my bare chest and back, and it wasn't doing anything at all to stem the tide of hormones that had suddenly started racing through my system. "It's o.k., Marky," her mouth was so close I could feel her hot breath on my ear, "I stare at her boobs, too, their so nice and plump, like fresh melons." I looked down at Jen and she was, indeed, staring at Colette's breasts. This was getting really strange, but sexy, in a drunk sort of way.

"You two are really sick." Colette said, laughing, hands still on her breasts, "You're both sitting there lusting after your sister's boobs!"

Jen downed the last drink of her margarita, still leaning on my shoulder, "Take your top off, let us see them," she said quietly, almost like a dream, "let us see your pretty breasts."

"Yeah, right, the nudist wants my top off," Colette took another drink of her margarita, "in front of my own brother, no less."

"You show me yours and I'll show you mine..." laughed Jen.

"You first."

"Well why all the modesty around here then?" Jen said confidently. It was at this time that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that all parties were truly drunk. Jen stood up and looked at the two of us. "It's not like you guys haven't seen a naked body before." She pulled the shoulder straps down from her arms. Not slowly, not tentatively, she just took it all off right there, and without so much as a blush, sat down next to me and cozied up to my shoulder again. This was killing me. I had a steel pole sticking up in my shorts by now, and could feel not just her hair on my skin, but now her right breast rubbing up against my arm.

"Well fine, if you're going to be that way," Colette slurred, "then I'm taking it off, too." And with that, she stood up and very matter-of-factly untied the strings of her bikini, letting it drop to the deck – top, bottom, everything. I don't think anything could have shocked me more at the moment. I expected flamboyant behaviour like this from Jen, but this wasn't like Colette at all. She actually did a little turn so we could see every bit of her. This wasn't making it any easier to hide my raging erection. "I'm going to get that bottle of tequila, let's do some shots!" and with that, she walked into the house, grabbed the bottle and some shot glasses, and then scooted her chair up next to me and sat down, pouring us each a full glass.

"Bottoms up!" she said, gulping down the liquor. I did the same, I needed some more liquor in me after all of that. Jen was content to simply sip hers.

"Now," Jen explained, "Mark, you have two gorgeous girls naked on either side of you, don't you think it's time you got a little more comfortable yourself?"

"Ah, I'm not so sure about that..." I said, not wanting to display my hard erection for my sisters...

"Oh come on," Jen said, "it's not like we haven't both seen it before!"

"Yeah," Colette joined in, "I used to take your clothes of and give you a bath each night. Nothing under those shorts I'm unfamiliar with!"

"That was a long time ago," I laughed, "I don't think it's quite the same as it was back then."

"Well we're due for an update, then." Said Jen, "C'mon, get those shorts off!" and with that she ran her hand down my chest, slowly, to my stomach, slowly, to the rim of my shorts.

"Jen, what are you doing?" I asked, looking at her hand on the hem of my shorts.

"Oh, nothing..." 

"Don't worry," Colette said, now leaning into my opposite shoulder. Oh hell, her breast on my arm was driving me nuts, I just started repeating in my head, 'They're your sisters, they're your sisters, they're your...'

"We won't tell anyone, just let yourself go a little bit," Colette was now imitating Jen, taking her hand down my chest and stomach down to my shorts. 

"You two are drunk." I said flatly, not really wanting to expose myself.

"Oh get over it," Jen said, her hand now rubbing up my left thigh, beginning to tug at the bottom of my shorts, "you'll feel much better when you're naked..."

I felt myself starting to give in. In retrospect, I now realize that the girls weigh quite a bit less than I do, so the fact that we consumed about the same amount of booze meant they were much more drunk than I was, but that last shot of tequila was starting to kick in and I was losing the willpower to hold the line.

"So what are you planning to do once my shorts are off?" I asked, realizing that I had already decided it was going to happen. 

"I don't know," Jen said, "maybe something fun... maybe just stare at you for a while, which is what you've been doing to us all afternoon."

"Uh huh," I said, feeling Jen tugging the left leg of my short down my thigh, and Colette pulling the hem on the right side down my hip. They started to pull a little bit harder, and I not only gave in, I helped by lifting my bottom up off the seat a little bit, letting the shorts slip down my hips and thighs. It didn't take long before my erection was seeing the light of day and the shorts were around my ankles.

"Oh my god it's huge!" Colette yelled, then laughed heartily, "It's grown so much since you were five!"

"Ha, ha," I said languidly, "very funny." 

"it is kind of nice, though" Jen chimed in, "very masculine."

"I should hope so." I laughed along with them. A little embarrased, but with enough booze in me not to really care any more. 

"I think we should do some tanning," Colette said, "I need to get my skin to that nice bronze color. What do you say, Mark, Jen, want to join me on the lounge chairs for some sun?"

In a drunken haze, I stood up from my chair, and almost immediately fell down. I didn't realize how far gone I really was. Jen and Colette each took an arm and we walked over to the lounge chairs and lay down with one of them on each side of me. My erection was still at full tilt, and now, lying on my back, about the tallest thing in near sight.

"Geez, Marky, you look like you need some kind of release!" Jen laughed, staring at my throbbing member.

"Yeah, well, no luck for that here." I said, chuckling.

"Oh, I wouldn't mind," Jen said, "You could relieve yourself if you really needed to..."

"I think," I said, stumbling over my words, "I think when I'm sober again I might regret that." 

We lay there, barely talking for about a half hour, or so I'd guess. My erection showed no signs of slowing down, and a little bit of pre-cum started dripping down the side. Even drunk, I realized this was not the kind of thing to be doing with my sisters, and that if I went any further we might really regret it later. So rather than doing what I felt like doing, for instance, jumping on top of one of them and having wild, ravenous sex, (which in my inebriated state probably would have only lasted about five seconds), I got up and jumped into the cool water of the pool, hoping to clear my head and lose the erection. It didn't really help with either, but the cool water felt good on my hot skin after lying in the sun.

Colette and Jenny eventually followed me into the pool and we tossed a ball around for a while and told each other dirty jokes, but that was it. After a time, I started sobering up and realized we were all naked (go figure). As nonchalantly as I could, I stepped out of the pool (still with raging erection from staring at my naked sisters) and grabbed my towel and shorts, dried off, and went to the bathroom to relieve myself. 

I know what you're thinking, but that's not what I did, I actually had to pee, and once that was done, the erection died down pretty well. I put my shorts back on, now back to my senses, and looked at myself in the mirror while I washed my hands. It suddenly struck me, getting more and more sober all the time now, that we had just done something really, really taboo. I figured the girls were still pretty out of it, and out of respect for them and what they might think when they sobered up, I went to my room rather than back to the pool, and started unpacking. 

It was about an hour later, still unpacking and putting things in order, that I heard Colette yell up at me from the kitchen if I was interested in pizza for dinner and if so what kind. I came down the stairs to respond. Both girls were now in bathrobes, I still in my swimshorts and a t-shirt. As I walked down the stairs, I was wondering how they were going to react now that they realized what had happened. I was un-prepared for their reaction, to say the least.

"Hey, did you want hawian or sausage or something else?" Colette asked me.

"Oh," said Jen, staring down at my crotch, "I think I'll definitely have the sausage!"

"Ah, Jen?" I said, "are you still drunk?"

Both of them just busted up laughing. "You don't have to be embarrassed, Mark," Colette explained, it's not like we did anything really nasty, we just got drunk and walked around naked. Native peoples in this region used to do that without even getting drunk! Get over it, tell me what kind of pizza you want."

Stunned at the plain way in which she was talking of all this, I just murmered, "I'll take the Hawiian."

"Yeah," Jen said, "Hawaiians are hot!"

That was just about enough teasing for me. "Are you two crazy? Do you know what just happened in the last few hours? Don't you think it's a little bit, oh, I don't know, strange, for a brother and two sisters to be sitting around drinking tequila and swimming nude together? And now you're making jokes about my... my..." I couldn't get it out, I was just too frustrated and annoyed. How could they not understand this wasn't right? I turned around and walked back up the stairs to my room. I didn't slam the door, but I didn't exactly shut it quietly, either.

I sat on the bed consumed in my own thoughts. I couldn't believe this had gotten so far out of hand and they just didn't seem to care one bit. Did they have any idea of the guilt going through me about what had happened? All my life I'd been taught to do right, and probably the most taboo subject on the face of the earth was sexual activity with family members. Sure, they weren't blood related, so legally it wasn't a problem, but to me, they were my sisters in every way shape and form. What frustrated me even more was the fact that they were so incredibly desireable women. How was I supposed to stand up to that? 

About 10 minutes had gone by, and I heard a quiet knock on the door. I briefly considered ignoring it, figuring it was just going to be more joking and making light of a serious problem. I decided to give whoever it was another chance, though, and opened up the door.

Colette was standing in the doorway wearing her terry-cloth robe she'd had on since leaving the pool. She wasn't laughing, what a relief. "Can I come in and talk to you for a minute?" she asked softly. What could I say? She was acting normal again.

"Sure." I said, and left it at that. I went back and sat on the bed once more.

Colette followed me to the bed and sat down next to me. "I'm really sorry for upsetting you," she said, "we didn't mean to hurt you or make fun of you or make you feel bad, we were just joking around." I just sat there, silent. "What I can't figure out," she continued, "is whether you are more upset about us joking while ordering pizza, or more upset about the drinking and lack of clothing?" I was still calming down. She clearly wanted to work it out, but I wasn't sure I was ready to give in just yet. Still silent.

"Mark, can't you even talk to me about it? I'm so sorry I hurt you," I couldn't see the tears, because I wasn't looking at her, but I could hear it in her voice. This was the nuclear option. No man can resist one of my sisters when they are crying. Hell, even our parents couldn't hardly handle it. As I stared down at the floor, I noticed a tear fall on her hand, cleverly positioned in her lap. I always wondered whether this was scripted, or real, the crying bit. I guess I have to believe that my sisters are, while annoying and troublesome sometimes, almost always sincere. She reached the tear-stained hand over to my lap and placed her hand over mine. "Can you forgive me? I'm not even sure what I did that was so wrong, but can you forgive me? I love you so much."

Finally, I looked up. There were two or three tears tracing the contours of her face, one down the edge of her nose to her lips, another from the far corner of her eye rolling down her cheek and off the side of her graceful chin. I'd lost big time and I knew it. I put an arm around her and looked into her eyes. "I love you, too, Colette." I was nearly in tears now, "In fact I love you and Jenny more than anyone else in my life. Maybe that's why I got so upset about what happened. I just felt so confused. On the one hand, you are my sisters, and I have nothing but love and respect for you, I'd do anything for the two of you. On the other hand..." I got quiet again, not sure that I could say what was on my mind.

"What, Mark? Tell me, you can tell me anything, you know that." The tears seem to have subsided, but the wavering in her voice was still there, just below the surface, ready to come back out any moment.

"On the other hand," I started again, unsure of how she would take what I wanted to say, "On the other hand..." I had to force it out, and said it more bluntly than I'd intended, "you are also the two most attractive and funny and intelligent women that I've ever known, and I can't keep myself from..."

"From..." she finished my sentence for me, 'we're still close enough to finish each other's sentences', I thought, "From getting turned on and wanting something more than what you think you should?" she asked.

"Oh my gosh, Colette," the tears were stinging my eyes now, "get real, if you and Jen weren't my sisters I'd be fantasizing about marrying one of you. The reason I never got serious with my last girlfriend is because she just didn't measure up, and I don't mean physically. She was beautiful, not as beautiful as you, but she was, and the reason we left for different colleges is because I couldn't bring myself to fall in love with her the way I should have, and she knew it. She just wasn't..."

"Wasn't what?" Colette asked, embracing me in a tight hug while we both cried on each other's shoulder.

I pulled back just a bit, and looked into her deep amber eyes, "She just wasn't you." I finished. 

Colette became bold. I'd seen this look on her face before, the great protector. She was about to ride in on a great white horse and save me, just like she did when I was in fourth grade and the other kids at school were teasing and bullying me all the time. I can remember her back from college on break when I ran into the house crying with a black eye. She took me into her 18 year old arms and held me tight for what seemed like a lifetime, then took me into the bathroom and cleaned up my face and bandaged the broken skin on my knees from where I fell down. Then she sat me down on the edge of my bed, much like we were sitting right now, and asked me what had happened. I told her all about how the kids teased me for being overwieght and called me names, and when I tried to stick up for myself, one of them held me while the other one punched me, then they threw me to the ground. I'm pretty sure that's the last time I had seen this face. She walked me to school the next day, and then met me later on to walk me home. She had me point out the two boys who did it, and, boy, did they get a tongue lashing. She knew their parents in our neighborhood and marched them home and told them what had happened. Not sure what happened after that exactly, but those boys never bothered me again.

Now her eyes were no longer crying and her voice was no longer wavering. She was cool as ice. She was protecting her baby brother, although I couldn't figure out how. That is, until she started to speak.

"Well why the hell not?" She said loudly.

I responded to her, almost laughing in memory of the fourth grade, "Why the hell not what?" I asked, now she was the one not finishing sentences. 

"Why the hell can't you fantasize about marrying me someday? I'm a terrific prospect!" She looked at me for a moment, and I was just plain stunned into silence. In my head I'm thinking, 'what the hell are you talking about?'. We both just stared at each other for a moment, then simultaneously we busted up laughing.

"Listen," she said, "it's not like we're blood relatives, as much as I love you as if you were my own mother's son, there is no legal or biological reason you couldn't marry me or Jennifer and have healthy, happy children someday." I was just blown away, no clue whatsoever to think about this. "So park that guilt right there, mister, and go right ahead and be attracted to us, and have all the fantasies you want, and if you think you can take one of us on, go ahead and give it a shot. One thing's for sure, you'll have no trouble getting us to go out to dinner with you. Hell, you made it to first base when you were a toddler!"




College Days Ch. 01



I was about to burst a kidney laughing, "You, my dear Colette, are a real piece of work."

"Yeah," she laughed, "I guess I am." We both laughed for a moment, then she spoke again, a little less forceful this time. "In fact, I'll make you a deal." She paused for a moment and gazed into my eyes. "If neither of us is married by the time I'm 32, I'll meet you at the altar, I don't want to wait until I'm in my late thirties to start making beautiful babies!"

I was still laughing, but she had stopped. It took me a second, but I realized she was dead serious. "You're not kidding." I said. Not a question, just an observation. 

She took both of my hands in hers, continuing her gaze into my eyes, as if she could see right through them into my very soul, "No," she agreed, "I'm not kidding at all. I can't think of a better, more noble, more caring person in the whole world. If you want to date me, I'll clear my calendar. Of course, that won't be hard, considering I'm not seeing anyone." She laughed again, softly. I noticed how much her laughter was like singing, like a beautiful song. 

"I have to think about all of this," I said, "although, when you're 32 and I'm 24 and we're not married, I can't think think of a more desireable woman to spend my life with." She took one of her hands off of mine and wiped the wetness from my face, the leftover tears of guilt over desiring someone I felt a need to protect. I realized in that moment that she was right, there was nothing wrong with desiring the person you need to protect, especially in this case. The guilt fell away from me with every pass of her thumb across my cheek. 

Then she did something that I'd never let myself dream about before. Although in the back of my mind, maybe in the fleeting thoughts I had in the twighlight just before falling to sleep, the things that you don't remember you even thought the next day, maybe I'd dreamed about it during that time, maybe I'd dreamed about it over and over again, but would never let myself remember. She stopped wiping the wet tears from my face and put her hand behind my head. I knew what was coming, but somehow couldn't believe it. Like a movie, I was watching it from afar. She pulled my face into hers, and our lips met. Our lips met, not for the first time, for we'd shared kisses as a mother and son share kisses, but this was different. It was as deep and meaningful, but it was even more. Our lips lingered together for a moment, the butterflies of years past had been ressurected in my stomach, it was as if I was sharing my first kiss with a new girl all over again. Her mouth opened slightly, and I responded in kind, lost in the precious moment of her kiss. Our lips moved like a dance that we had once forgotten, and, even before her tongue slid softly between her lips to meet mine, I knew that I was once and for all, hopelessly, eternally in love with the gentle spirit before me. 

We were so lost in one another that we didn't even hear the door slide open, she had never latched it. Our trance was broken by a soft, cautious voice, "Are you guys o.k. in there? The pizza's... oh..." Startled, we both looked up and saw Jen standing in the doorway. Her mouth hung wide open as did her eyes. 

"Oh, uh, hey, Jenny, uh, thanks." I said, the first to find my voice, the words stumbling out of my mouth like so many rocks tumbling down a cliff. 

"Is there, ah, something you want to... tell me?" she asked in a shy, small voice. Another time, the shock value alone would have been worth kissing just about anyone. 

Colette stood up, face beet red, and walked toward the door, clearly embarrased. "Nope, nothing." She blurted out, then walked from the room down the stairs.

"So I guess you guys worked everything out, then?" Jen said, the hint of smile on the corners of her mouth.

"Yeah, uh, I guess you could say that." I said, still in a state of pure shock. I followed Colette's example and got up to walk out of the room. "Um," I stammered, "don't worry about before, you know, the, ah, nudity and jokes and stuff. Sorry I stormed out of the room, I'm not mad at you or anything."

"Okay, sure." She said, her smile growing larger. "I guess we should, ah, go down and get some pizza then?" I smiled back, nervously, then walked behind her down the stairs to the kitchen.



College Days Ch. 01



Brady loaded the final supplies into the bed of his truck and made sure everything was secured. He couldn't believe his luck. It was a month to the day before he and his high school sweetheart would be heading off to college together. He knew Ezra was nervous by the way his adorable future music major had been neglecting him for the piano. Brady was nervous too, but for a different reason that had to do with the fact that he had no plan for his future. The week before, out of the blue, one of Mr. Lockheart's co-workers had called with an offer of a lake side cabin in a state park for a few days. Ezra had seemed a little uncertain, but Brady was excited. He'd always loved camping, though he'd only been a few times.

He took a second inventory of everything and decided they couldn't be any more prepared than they were. Ezra was waiting on the porch, shifting uncomfortably. Brady smiled, not failing to notice that this was the first time he'd ever seen Ezra in shorts.  

The young couple said good bye to Ezra's adopted parents, hopped into the truck, and started on their way. Out of habit, they laced their fingers together and Ezra rested his head on Brady's shoulder.

"Are you excited, baby?" Brady asked.

Ezra shrugged.

Brady held Ezra's hand tighter and leaned over to give him a quick kiss at a stop sign. "I love you."

"I love you too," Ezra replied. "So much."

Brady smiled. When they'd first met, Ezra had been so painfully shy he wouldn't speak at all, but he'd slowly come out of his shell for Brady. Brady still felt like there were some things Ezra didn't tell him, but then again, there were things that couldn't be put into words.

Ezra's hands roamed over Brady's chest and stomach. Brady glanced at him and saw his bright smile and an unfamiliar mischievous look as Ezra put his hands on Brady's thigh and nibbled at his neck.

Brady let out a soft groan and the truck drifted into the next lane. Brady brought it back and was about to protest but Ezra's quick hands had already unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Brady tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

"We'll be at the cabin in an hour," he said.

Ezra responded by kissing the head of Brady's dick. Brady did not protest again. Ezra started to bob his head in time with the rhythm of the road. Brady nearly missed a stop sign and as the truck jerked to a stop and Ezra swallowed every inch of Brady's cock.

"Oh hell," he moaned. He put the truck in park and laid his head back. He ran his fingers through Ezra's hair and gasped as he came.

**

The cabin was a lot more than Brady had expected. Inside was a kitchenette, a television with a DVD player, and a couch. There was a bathroom, with a note on the door warning that the shower had low water pressure and not to put paper in the toilet. In the other half of the cabin there was a bed frame with a mattress. Brady threw their sleeping bags down and took the box of food from Ezra. He kissed Ezra's forehead and said, "You just sit down and look pretty. Let your man take care of this."

Ezra rolled his eyes and took the box back and started to put the food away.

Brady gave Ezra's perfect backside a light swat as he returned to the truck and brought in their bags of clothes.

Once the truck had been unloaded, the young couple went to check out the view from the back porch. They were no more than ten feet away from the lakeshore and Brady was eager to jump in right away.

"Let's go swim," Brady said.

Ezra stared at the lake warily. "There are so many people," he said softly.

"Baby, you don't have to worry. I'll be with you."

"I just..." Ezra clamped his mouth shut and looked at Brady pleadingly. "Not with so many people."

Brady nodded. He supposed the Ezra must be nervous about being in swimwear out in public. Brady often forgot that Ezra was ashamed of the scars that spread all over his body, particularly the ones on his stomach that spelled out 'slut'. Even if he wore a T-shirt with his swim trunks, Ezra would still feel exposed.

Brady wrapped his arms around Ezra from behind. "That's ok, beautiful. I bet the lake is so empty at night we could swim naked if we wanted."

Ezra blushed deliciously and Brady slipped his hand up Ezra's shirt and gave his nipple a light pinch as he nibbled at his earlobe. "I'm going to repay you for what you did on the ride up here," Brady whispered. "You won't know when to expect it."

Ezra pressed himself against Brady, trying to pull Brady's hands down to his growing bulge. Brady gave him a pat and Ezra squeaked from anticipation, but that was all Brady would give.

Ezra poked out his bottom lip and gave Brady his best puppy dog eyes, but Brady just smiled and put a finger on Ezra's lips. "Not yet, baby boy. Come on; let's go get lost in the woods."

Brady took Ezra's hand and led him to a trail. They walked at a leisurely pace, looking around at the wonders of the tall trees and bright green undergrowth, speckled with purple flowers and populated by all sorts of bugs. Dragonflies buzzed by them. Brady laughed until he thought he would cry when one landed on Ezra's nose. Ezra crossed his eyes to stare at the creature and then joined Brady in his laughter.

When the sun started to set, they turned around and headed back to the cabin. Brady pulled out the small barbeque pit and started the charcoal while Ezra seasoned ground beef and made patties. Once their meal had been prepared they sat down next to each other on the porch, eating and watching the stars appear one by one. When the food was gone and the night developed a slight chill, the young lovers huddled together.

Brady glanced out at the glassy surface of the lake. "There's no one there," he said. His words lingered in the silence of the night.

Finally Ezra nodded. "I'm a little scared."

"I won't let anything happen to you. You know that, angel."

Hand in hand, they walked to the water's edge. Brady glanced around and pulled his shirt off. He winked at Ezra as he pulled down his shorts and boxers. He kissed Ezra softly and started to lift his shirt, but Ezra shied away.

Brady waded out into the water and motioned for Ezra to follow. "Come on, beautiful. The water's warmer than you think."

Hesitantly, Ezra dipped his toe into the water to find that it was indeed warmer than he'd expected. He waded out to water that was knee deep and watched Brady swim out. Ezra felt fear like a cold block of ice in his stomach. He didn't like that Brady was going so far. He was afraid. If anything were to happen he knew that he wouldn't be able to help Brady. "B-brady," Ezra called out. His voice was so soft he wasn't sure if Brady would hear him, but sure enough, Brady returned.

His hair was wet and the black curls stuck to his forehead as rivulets of water ran down his face. The moonlight made his skin shine, every sculpted muscle. Ezra felt his breath get caught up in his throat when Brady's seven inch erection rose above the water. Just seeing him made Ezra want to feel Brady moving inside him, to feel Brady's smooth skin against his, and their lips pressed together while their tongues danced.

Brady held his hand out to Ezra and Ezra took it without hesitating. Brady pulled Ezra out toward the deeper water. Ezra hurried to wrap his arms around Brady's neck.

"Trust me," Brady whispered and then nibbled at Ezra's earlobe.

Ezra tightened his grip on Brady and kissed along his jaw until Brady captured Ezra's mouth with his. They kissed passionately, with the water lapping at their chins, until their need peaked. They rushed out of the water to the shore and stumbled for the cabin, unwilling to break their lips apart.

Brady pulled at Ezra's shirt as they crashed through the door. The white material was soaked and tight against Ezra's smooth body. Brady laid Ezra on the bed and pulled at the wet shirt, but it rolled and tangled around Ezra's wrists. Brady liked that though. He started to grind his hips against Ezra's and watched as Ezra's flushed, swollen lips parted and he let out a soft whine of desire. Brady quickly pulled Ezra's shorts off.

Brady ran his hands all over Ezra's soft stomach and watched Ezra start to tremble. His erection was pressed against his stomach, leaking pre-cum all over the place.

"Tell me what you want me to do, baby," Brady whispered.

Ezra panted as Brady teased him, almost touching his throbbing erection, almost pinching his pert nipples. "You have to tell me," Brady said teasingly. "Tell me what you want."

Ezra arched his back and groaned. "Please, Brady."

"Please, what?" Brady said.

Ezra wiggled, trying to get his hands free of the wet T-shirt they were tangled in. "Touch me, Brady."

"Where?" Brady asked. "What do you want, baby? Just ask, you know I'll do it."

Ezra arched his back again. "Pinch," he panted. "Please."

Brady pinched both Ezra's nipples and smiled at the ragged cry of pleasure. "What else, angel?"

Ezra blushed and Brady pinched a little harder. "Suck me, please, Brady," Ezra whispered.

Brady trailed kisses down Ezra's stomach before taking the head of Ezra's throbbing dick into his mouth. Ezra gasped and moaned and thrust his hips forward. Brady looked up at his angel, twisting and turning against the T-shirt that trapped his hands. He bit his lip and cried out, "Please, please take all of it."

Brady swallowed Ezra and flexed his throat muscles around the throbbing organ. Ezra thrust his hips wildly and let out soft whines of pleasure. Brady felt Ezra getting ready to orgasm and then backed away. Ezra groaned in frustration. "You didn't tell me to make you cum," Brady said.

Finally, one of Ezra's hands slipped free and Ezra attacked Brady's lips with surprising strength. He twisted and managed to end up on top of Brady. He nibbled at Brady's neck, chewed at his earlobes, and pinched his nipples while grinding his hips against Brady's, their erections sliding together against their stomachs. It seemed their day enjoying nature had brought out the animal in him. Ezra fumbled for the lube that was tucked in with his sleeping bag. He poured it over Brady's fingers and guided his hand, until Brady's first two fingers were sliding in and out of him.

When he was ready, Ezra started to ride Brady's cock. His flushed lips parted and he let out an almost animal cry of satisfaction. He pressed his hands against Brady's chest to steady himself. Brady encircled Ezra's hot erection in his hand and started to pump. Ezra let out a soft cry and came, shooting streams of semen all the way to Brady's chin.

Brady changed the position; Ezra was on his back now, looking up at Brady's form silhouetted by the moonlight. Brady thrust into Ezra a few times before he gasped and came harder than he ever had. He held Ezra close and it felt like stars danced in front of his eyes.

**

The campus was buzzing as students arrived with their parents and everything they needed for the semester that would begin the next Wednesday. Mrs. Lockheart led the way with a campus map. The afternoon was hot and humid and Brady was already settled in room 269 of Elliot Hall. After lunch at New York Joe's, a restaurant popular with students because of its $5.99 special, Brady was carrying the last of Ezra's things to room 216A of the luxury freshman dorms, Sam Houston Village. While all Brady could afford was a room he would share with another guy and a bathroom to be shared by him, his roommate, and their neighbors, plus no microwaves allowed, Ezra would be living in the nicest dorms on campus. He'd have his own bedroom, a living room/kitchenette, and a bathroom to be shared with his suitemate.

Brady kissed Ezra's forehead and decided to take a break while Mrs. Lockheart fussed over the furniture arrangement. He walked down to the end of the hall to the vending machines. He was feeling sort of nervous about starting classes. He had never been a good student, mostly because he had a short attention span when he didn't care about the subject. He didn't really know how to study. In fact he'd never cracked a book in high school. 

He fished in his pocket for coins and smiled when he saw that the machine had Orange Fanta, Ezra's favorite. He got that instead of a Coke for himself and headed back to Ezra's room. As he got closer he saw a middle aged man carrying a box inside. Brady picked up the pace. He was eager to check out Ezra's suitemate.

He arrived to see Ezra shaking hands with an Asian young man who was average height, but very muscular. His body was obviously impressive and Brady was a little self-conscious. In fact, Ezra's suitemate was very good looking.

Brady had never considered himself the jealous type, but he had to admit he was getting a little jealous. Of course there was nothing to worry about. Ezra would never do anything to hurt him, Brady knew that without a doubt. There was absolutely no reason for him to feel jealous.

But he still couldn't stop himself. He entered the room loudly and inserted himself into the conversation. "Here, Ezra," he said, trying so hard to smile it looked like a grimace.

"Hey, bro, I'm Brian."

Brady turned and introduced himself with a harder than necessary handshake. "Nice to meet you," he said, in a tone that made it clear he felt the opposite. "I'm Brady."

Brian turned his attention to Ezra. "So, what's your major?"

Ezra glanced around shyly. "M-music."

"Me too," Brian said. "Well, I'm gonna go help my mom out. It was nice to meet you Ezra."

Brady grinded his teeth. It was probably all in his head, but still he wanted to punch the guy.

Ezra pressed his body closer to Brady and looked up at him. He didn't have to say a word, his concern was obvious in his deep brown eyes.

Brady sighed. "I'm fine, beautiful. I'm just in a bad place."

Ezra whispered, "Its OK."

Brady wanted to believe that, he just wasn't sure. He didn't know where his life was going and that scared him. As if that wasn't bad enough, Ezra's male model suitemate had stripped off his shirt while he moved around his dorm furniture. Brady thought he saw Brian wink at Ezra and he nearly lost it.

He hoped that he could sort things out before classes started.



College Days Ch. 01



I was nineteen, and Priya was eighteen, lived one storey above our flat. The city was New Delhi (India), and we lived in a colony in the southern part.

She was dark complexioned, nice figure, and lovely lips, expressive eyes. As for me, I was the less talking, shy sort of guy, and girls always took notice of me, they gave the second glance, but I was not the one to go and get them.

A year before, when she was in the twelfth grade, and I was in college, I used to teach her from time to time, and that too at night, around 10:00 pm and after. But nothing happened between us! We were proper professional teacher and student. Thus, we knew each other quite well. She had an elder sister about to be married in a few weeks, and a brother in hostel. Our families were cordial to each other. 

Now we both were in colleges, but not the same one. Her college was on the way to mine. We used to return at the same time, such that within a few months of her joining her college we developed an understanding that we'd return together, from a common meeting point, a bus stop where we boarded the bus together. The walk from the bus stop where we got down was not always together, because when she met her friends she'd go with them, but the bus ride became special for us. Whoever reached the bus stop first used to wait for the other and let the buses go until the other reached.

She was waiting as usual that day, but for some reason the crowd was too heavy. Normally at that hour in the afternoon the crowd used to be sparse, but that day getting into the bus was difficult. Once inside, the crowd forced us to stand extremely close. She was standing with her back supporting a rod, I was in front of her, facing her. Our thighs were rubbing now and then, I held her waist once to balance the jerky motion of the bus. Once she nearly fell sideways and supported herself by holding on to my shoulders, another time she fell on me, supported herself by clutching my chest. This was not the first time that we touched or held each other, but our touches were never long. But the constant rubbing of our thighs was making me a bit uncomfortable, in a nice way!

As usual she was talking and I was listening. Suddenly the driver braked hard. Nearly everyone shouted and fell forward, so did I and my hands scrambled for support and with both hands I grabbed her. After few seconds I realised that that I had not fallen, but was resting on her, my thighs on her thighs, my crotch was touching her belly, my mouth was on her shoulders. I was trying to stand straight and she pushed me with her hand on my chest. I stood straight. And I realised, that my both hands were grabbing her boobs.

The sudden realization that her lovely breasts were in my hand froze me. I got rigid, while she too realized what had happened. She also became stiff and conscious and looked away, outside the window. I don't know for how long, but I guess for about half a minute, I couldn't remove my hands. I finally removed my hands after giving her boobs a gentle squeeze, pressing her nipples under the fabric of her clothes. And she gave a sharp sound of intake of breath as I did so.

The bus had neared our stop, we needed to get down, but our conversation had stopped. She was quiet. We got down, I carried her bag, normally she used to take her bag from me but today she just walked ahead, her face downwards. She walked on. 

I reached our flat on the ground floor, she just walked and climbed the stairs and went inside her flat. I was now getting a little angry, I had mumbled "sorry' a few times to her on the way, but she had not replied. As I was about to ring the bell of my house, I realized my hands were not free as I was carrying both our bags. So I decided to go up talk to her before entering my house. 

Upstairs I rang the bell, no one opened the door, and then I realised that the door was not closed properly. I slid past the door, closed it behind me. I knew their house pretty well, and was surprised to find it pretty quiet, as normally her mother used to watch television at that hour. Then I realised that her bedroom door was slightly open, and from the movement inside I understood that she was changing her clothes. (Now I realize she was expecting me to come inside the bedroom.)

I had the urge to get in her bedroom, but I was not sure whether we are alone in her house. so I decided to remain outside and called her. She came out hurriedly wearing a nighty, which was a bit unusual. I could clearly see the curves of her body, and I had the burning desire to put my hands where I had them in the bus.

Normally she used to meet my eyes and talk, but now she was avoiding my eyes. I put both our bags on the sofa, went near her, and said, in a gruff voice, that I was sorry and she should not act silent and say something. She just murmured something and went inside, to get a bottle of cold water. She knew I always drank directly from the bottle, and so she handed it to me, and our fingers touched. I didn't let go of her hand, or the bottle, and caressed her fingers and the back of the hands for a few seconds. She didn't move. I put the bottle down on the centre table and holding her hands for the first time I got close to her, and said "I said sorry!"

She said, "Kis liye (for what)?", looking up at my eyes. Her face looked suddenly very vulnerable, and irresistibly beautiful. Looking at her face, I now knew what the term 'ravishing beauty' meant.

I kept quite for a few seconds, and then somehow I did something that I didn't know I was capable of. I left her hands, took both my hands upto her boobs and squeezed them, "is liye (for this)."

I had enough experience of kissing and pumping boobs with my cousin a couple of years back, and I softly went about it, slowly pumping her boobs, and pricking her nipples between my forefinger and thumb, she sighed loudly, "Ahh!"

I was always confident that she liked me, and deep down I was convinced that she would not stop me from whatever I did to her, in fact she wanted me. But it was my natural reticence that had kept me from getting ahead with her (or any other girl). But that wall of reservation was melting, and I was on a path of no return in a journey that I realized then as inevitable.

Her looks were now smouldering. I got closer, our thighs touching. My hands got a bit rough, kneading her breasts through her nighty. Somehow I registered that she is not wearing any piece of clothes inside. Only the flimsy material of her nighty was separating my hands from her nipples.

She whimpered,"agar sorry ho to abhi phir se kyon ker rahe ho? (If you are sorry then why are you doing it again?)"

I said, "kyonki tumhe ahchha lag raha hai (because you are liking it)." I was squeezing harder. It was very clear to me that she was not wearing any bra under her nighty.

She sighed and moaned, "aahhuuhh mmm", her mouth half opening, looking at me with dreamy sultry eyes. I bent and stuck my mouth on her mouth. Not removing my hands from her breasts, I pulled her closer by her boobs. She gave a small scream and then her sounds were muffled by my mouth. I was kissing her hard... very hard... eating her mouth. My tongue was lashing in her mouth, and her tongue entered mine. I was sucking her. I realized that her hands were pulling my head down. 

My hands left her boobs, and pulled her nighty up, all the way up. I put my hands inside, feeling her soft naked skin on my fingers and palm as I rubbed her belly from her waist. Slowly my hands climbed up, reaching her boobs, and crushing them with my palm and fingers. All the while our mouths were eating each other, and we were both moaning, and sucking each other.

We broke the kiss to catch our breath and I whispered," main tere sath karna chahta hoon(I want to do it with you?" 

She moaned and said, "kya? (what?)".

I said, "main tujhe chodna chahta hoon (I want to fuck you)". I had never uttered that word before in my life, with anyone, and here I was talking dirty.

She just sighed and moaned. I took that as a yes and pulled her close again. My hands were now rubbing her back, inside her nighty. My crotch was rubbing her waist, and she could definitely feel my hard on. She put her hands on my neck, rubbing my skin softly, she shoved her crotch up to rub with my body. Her face arching up. I bent again to savour her mouth. Our mouths were now hungrily lapping each other. Wet, sloppy kisses mingled with tongue lashing. I could feel her inner cheek with my tongue, and I wanted more.

I broke the kiss to remove her nighty, threw it on the floor, and pushed her on the couch. Se was sitting on the couch and she pulled me on her while her fingers were trying to unbutton my shirt. But she was fumbling as she couldn't see, as my mouth was again eating hers. Somehow I managed to remove my clothes, throwing them all over, and got on top of her. 

We were both nude. She was reclining back, supporting her back on the cushion on the wall. I was now eating her whole body. I moved to her neck, sucking her there, moved to her shoulders, sucking and biting, and then bit her ear lobes. She was using her mouth to suck my neck, shoulders, whatever part of skin that her mouth could reach. My mouth moved down to her boobs, and I was gobbling her like a crazy fool. At times sucking, at times biting, at times nibbling, I was trying to eat her whole breast in my mouth. Then I was tweaking her nipples between my teeth. In between I was nuzzling in her cleavage. She was moaning and writhing under me. Her hands were at times on my head pulling me n her, at times they were rubbing my back. My cock was hard and it needed immediate attention. 

I pulled her down, made her lie on her back, and got down on her to rub my body with hers. She used her mouth whenever and wherever she could. We were sweating and smelling of precum. On top of her, I was eating her boobs, biting them, sucking them, nibbling them, and she was writhing under me. I tried to guide my cock in her cunt, but was unable to, she took her hand to my cock, rubbed it and stroked it, and guided it to her cunt lips, rubbing it there, I was desperate to push it in, she held it there for a second, moaned, and whispered, "chodo mujhe (fuck me)". 

I lost my senses. I was just humping her hard, fucking and rubbing my cock inside her cunt feverishly. She was pushing her crotch hard. She was continuously moaning, "aaannhh aannnhhh yeess.... aaaahhh...mmmmm..."

We fucked hard, I was bouncing on her, and she was leaping up to crush my cock in her cunt. I felt the friction of her cunt muscles on my cock, it was just heavenly. I was groaning and she was moaning... crushing each other... until we came, I inside her. She clenched her cunt muscles tight on my cock, milking it,My cock twitched, and spurted, shooting my cum inside her. I held her boobs, pushed my mouth hard on her mouth, my cock hard inside her cunt, and sot my cum. She kept her pussy lips clenched on my cock, and orgasmed. It was just perfect, we came together. Her hands were pushing my ass cheeks on her crotch, her legs entwined around mine. Her mouth emitting guttural sounds, "ahh...ahhh...ahhh...."

As I spurted my last drops, I slowly collapsed on her, our mouths again found each other and gave each other reassuring kisses. Long kisses that conveyed a mutual satisfaction and tenderness.

Then we lay breathing hard, in each others arms, kissing and nibbling each other. I realized that this was not her first time, as she was more experienced and guiding me. But I didn't say anything then. I was glad that I was no longer a virgin, and she indeed a special girl who taught me the joys of sex.



College Days Ch. 02



After our first night of playing around, Stephen avoided me the next morning, sneaking off to class while I was in the shower room. So, when I saw him later between classes, I smiled and waved as always, acting as if nothing had happened. When I returned to the dorm room, about three in the afternoon, I stripped down and laid on the bed to nap. I woke up around five when Stephen came in.

"Man! You do like to be naked don't you?" He exclaimed, turning quickly to his bed.

"Well, it's a hundred degrees outside, and besides you told me I could be naked any time," I quickly reminded him.

He sat his books down, sat on the side of his bed and said, "I can't believe what happened last night, I've always wondered what stuff with a guy would be like, I just never really thought I'd try anything."

"Well, really, not that much happened," I smiled at him, "but a lot more can happen, if you want to."

He was blushing, "I don't know, I mean, I don't think I can do it."

"Okay," I knew I had to take it slow, "no problem. Just so you know though, I think you have a great dick and I wouldn't mind playing with it again at any time." I then rolled over onto my stomach, mainly to hide my hardening cock.

He didn't say anything for several minutes, then I heard him moving around. As I turned over and looked at him, he was dropping his boxers to the floor. His cock was fully erect and I could clearly see it in the afternoon light bathing the room. It was very thick, and I was sure only about four or five inches long at the most. The small tuft of hair above his cock was a very light red. His balls were hanging just below and I could see that they were hairless and looked heavy. The tip of his cock was glistening, with just a drop of precum smeared around the head.

"Changing clothes," I teased.

"No, I thought you might want teach me a few more things, if you want to." His voice was almost a whisper.

I rolled over and sat up, my cock now fully erect, "Sure, come over here."

He walked towards me, his cock bobbing up and down, a nervous grin on his face. I thought about what we should do first. I decided it should go slowly.

As he reached my bed, I looked up from his cock and then patted the bed next to me. He sat down, I took his right hand and placed it on my cock. He slowly wrapped his hand around it and squeezed it lightly. Then he let out a soft moan.

"See, it doesn't bite," I said, "now slowly move your hand up and down."

As he started his stroking of my cock, I reach over and grabbed his fat cock and copied his motions. Another moan escaped his mouth.

"That's it, nice and slow, just like that," I instructed. His hand was applying just the right amount of pressure, slowly sliding up and down my cock. "Good, very good, do you like it?"

He nodded, "Oh yea, your cock feels awesome! I can feel every ridge and ripple," his voice was shakey, "it's so hot and hard, it's awesome!"

"Are you ready for you next lesson?" I asked.

"Sure, what do you want me to do next?" he said, letting go of my cock as I released his.

I moved up onto my bed and spread my legs slightly, motioning for him to get on the bed. He must have known where this was heading, he knelt between my legs, his breathe short and shallow.

"Now, just lean down and lick the tip," said, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock.

He leaned down and slowly began to lick the head. His tongue was warm and wet. He was running is tongue all around my mushroom head, licking slowly and softly. I squeezed my cock, forcing a small amount of precum up to the tip. I pointed it to his mouth. He licked the precum off and savored the taste. He then smiled and began to lick the tip again. I moved my hand and told him to lick all the way down to my balls, then around the base and back up to the tip.

He did. Licking slowly up one side and then back down the other. He kept this up, slowly licking my shaved crotch too. I felt his lips once, as he lightly kissed my shaved pubic area. 

"Lick my balls now," I instructed. He bent lower, grabbing my cock and pushing it aside so he could better reach my nuts. His tongue began to bathe my shaved balls, licking and lightly kissing first one then the other. He then ran his tongue back up my shaft and settled his lips at the tip of my cock, smearing the precum all over his lips. He then opened his mouth and took just the head into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip.

I moaned, and said, "very good...now slowly ease a little at a time into your mouth." He followed my instructions, taking a little at a time into his mouth until he had more than half in his warm, wet mouth. 

"Nice," I said, my own breathing becoming heavy, "now start bobbing you head up and down, be careful though, no teeth."

He slowly pulled his mouth upwards to just the tip, then slowly went back down, slightly further than he had been before. He continued to bob up and down, his tongue teasing my cock on all sides. 

"Now, suck in like a vacuum, make it really tight, but don't stop going up and down."

He then began to suck while bobbing, creating a tight seal around my cock. He couldn't go as deep now, but his hot mouth was incredible. He kept this up for some time. I then placed my hands on his face, helping him slide up and down, especially down, gently forcing his head a little further down, and more cock into his mouth. He was moaning slightly, which caused an even more intense feeling on my cock.

"Reach up with one hand and gently play with my balls," I instructed.

I felt his hand begin to lightly squeeze and rub on my balls. He was now bobbing up and down a little faster, taking more in each time, not much but some. And, his hand was gently rubbing my balls. I knew I was about to blow.

"Stephen, I'm close to cumming," I started, "do you want me to cum in your mouth? Don't stop sucking, just lightly nod or shake your head no."

Without missing a beat, he gently shook his head, indicating that he wanted me to not cum in his mouth. 

"Okay," I said, "I'll pull out when I'm very close, but I'm going to cum on your face, okay? Just nod or shack?"

He nodded. Then he seemed to suck harder and his tongue began to play with my cock even more. My breathing got faster and my balls began to shrink up against my body, I knew I was very close, but I waited a bit more.

As I felt the cum rising in my shaft, I pulled his mouth off of my cock and quickly began to jerk it, after only three strokes, I began to shoot my cum, spraying Stephen's cute freckled face. The first blast landed on the right side of his nose, spraying upwards to his eye and down past both lips. The next three I pointed to different parts of his face, until covering his nose and upper lips completely. I then began to rub my cock across his lips as the rest of my cum sprayed out. He opened his mouth slightly, letting just a taste slip in.

After I had finished, I pulled him up the bed closer to me. His entire face was coated in my cum. I took my finger and wiped his mouth clear and gently pressed my lips to his. He responded by opening his mouth and we shared our first kiss. I then wiped his eyes clear and waited for him to open them, when he did, I slid my cum covered fingers into my mouth and sucked them clean. He grinned and wiped some of my cum from his cheek and slid his own fingers into his mouth, tasting my cum.

"Mmmm...not bad," he grinned.

"You like that, watch this," I said, as I leaned over and licked most of the cum from his left cheek, then I moved my mouth to his. When he opened his mouth, I pushed my cum onto his tongue and we shared a cum kiss. After leaving that load in his mouth, I returned to cleaning his face with my tongue and depositing my cum into his mouth.

After he was fairly clean, we drifted off to sleep.

I woke up about thirty minutes later. He was still sleeping soundly, but his cock was fully awake. I slid down the bed and slowly began to lick his cock. Now that it was much lighter in the room, I could see his beautiful red public hair. It was very light, and very soft, as I ran my tongue and lips over it. His thighs were creamy white, with a light freckle here and there. His tummy was creamy white too, with freckles appearing lightly on his chest. His cock was only about four and a half inches long, but very thick, at least as big around as a coke bottle.

I went back to the task at hand, licking up and down his very thick cock. I opened my mouth as wide as possible and slid it over the top of his cock. It took some work, but I was able to push my mouth down over the tip, past the helmet of this cock, and down about two inches. I pulled back and forth, sucking as much as I could. 

I felt his legs moving and knew he would wake up soon. I then reached up and began to play with his perfectly smooth balls while my other hand began to jerk the remaining two inches of his cock, my fingers bumping my lips.

I heard him moan, "OH man! That is so hot! I'm gonna blow!"

He then tried to pull away, but I grabbed his hips and held him steady, continuing to suck and jerk his small, fat cock. Soon, I could feel him trembling and knew that he would be cumming any second. Then, his first blast blew into my mouth. I began to swallow, but I couldn't keep up. He came as much, if not more, than he had before. I had to pull off of his cock to keep from choking, cum still shooting from his cock and now, draining from my mouth. I waited until his cock was dry, scooped up the cum and presented to him. He began to lick it off of my hands, as I pushed them into his face. He opened his mouth and took it all in.

After licking and sucking my hand clean, he leaned forward and kissed my sharing his cum with me as I had with him. We cleaned each other up, then got up and got a towel to clean the huge wet spot that he had created.

"So, how was all that?" I asked.

He smiled, cum soaked towel in his hand, "awesome!" He exclaimed, "I never thought I'd want gay sex, but this was awesome."

"Well, you can be bi. That's what I think I am, especially since I get so hot watching girl porn." I said, trying to make him feel even better.

"Maybe, but I know that I instantly get hard looking at you and your cock," he smiled.

"Well, then how about we set up a couple of ground rules," I started, "like every time we are alone, and it's after say, ten at night, we get naked."

"Okay, what else?" he asked.

I thought for a minute, then said, "Well, if one of us is horny, the other agrees to at least jerk him off, if not suck him off."

He smiled, "deal!"

It was getting close to dinner time, so I suggested we dress and go get dinner. I also suggest that neither of us wear underwear, at all. I had plans for him in the car.

After dressing, he asked me about the video stash I had in my bottom drawer, which he had seen as I was putting my thong underwear up.

"Well, if you're really nice, I might let you watch them. They are of my best friend who's at another school." I then added, "it's all gay sex that he, his brother and his fraternity have."

"No way!" he exclaimed.

I nodded, "Oh yea, that's what they are. The quality isn't the best, but the scenes are usually pretty hot. I even have one that I haven't watched yet, " smiling, "as I said, if you are good, I might just watch it with you later.

"I thought I was pretty good," he replied, smiling and turning to head out the door.

I smiled back and said, "well, we don't know how good you are at fucking yet!"

He stopped dead in his tracks and went whiter than usual, if that was possible. And started to say something, but I stopped him by saying, "When you're ready, if you ever are. Trust me though, I think you will really like it."

With that, we left and headed to dinner. 



College Days Ch. 02



The Roommate

My first day at college was turning out to be terrible. I arrived at this NYC Catholic College confused and unsure. I missed home and I was sitting alone in my new dorm room and desperately wanted to call my life long friend Bob and be with him. But because I had not spoken with him about our bisexual encountered, we were not speaking. My melancholia was interrupted when my new roommate arrived.

Ray.

Ray was a country-bumpkin from Upstate New York outside or Rochester. About 6'2", 175 lbs, fit, trim dark brown curly hair and eyes. . He looked more like 14 than 18. He seemed half-the width of me. I stood 5'9" with 185 solid pounds, broad shoulders and chest

After his parents deposited him and his stuff, we went about setting up the room. Our beds lined opposite walls with two desks between under the windows of a third wall. We were lucky as our room had its own bathroom. We met the rest of our floor mates. Unfortunately, my parents had chosen a single-sex dorm. Luckily, the girls' dorm was just across the courtyard. 

After dinner, Ray, I and few of the guys from the floor wandered off campus to a local bar for some beer and pool. Never much of a ladies' man, I failed convince any of the lovely ladies to drag me back to their dorm rooms. Ray quit the chase around 11 but I persevered. Shortly after midnight, I stumbled home. Ray was still awake as I dove into bed and crashed in drunken stupor.

I awoke with dry mouth and slight headache unsure of the time. In my sleepy fog, I could hear Ray. He was trying to be quite but his breathing revealed what he was up to. His short rapid breaths and the rustle of the sheets, I could swear the guy was jerking off. My suspicions were confirmed when he finally came with a grunt and sigh. As the sun peeked under the window shade, he got up and hopped in shower. After he was up, I pulled on my shorts and headed for some aspirin.

Ray's fun became a morning ritual. I would lie in bed and listen to him jerk off like clockwork. I guess my own Catholic guilt kept me from openly joining in. After week, I would sometime hear him in the middle of night. 

When Ray began seeing Janice, a girl in the next dorm, I thought my voyeuristic pleasure would come to end. Just the opposite! I swear I thought he was jerking off whenever I was not there.

Late one night after Ray's jerk off session, I could not get to sleep. As Ray drifted into sleep, I got and creeped quietly into the bathroom. After a good leak, I stroked my cock to it full 7" attention. Guiltily, I put it away and went back to bed. As I lay there, I continued to slowly stroke. I wondered if Ray was listening. This only got more excited. Before I knew it, I shot my wad in my shorts. I stroked my wet sticky cock as I slipped finally off to sleep.

The next day, I went back to the room between classes. I slipped into the bathroom and began again to stroke. I was interrupted when I heard Ray come in to the room and lock the door to the hallway. Unaware that I was there, Ray apparently had come back to relieve himself as well. I sat quietly in the bathroom for a few moments. I could hear Ray was working himself up this time not trying to be quiet about it. I pulled on my pants and slowly cracked the bathroom door and could see Ray laying back in his bed, pants and boxers around his ankles. One hand had a small bottle of lotion as the other was furiously stroking his cock. I was surprised by the size of his cock. The size of his cock was confirmed as he wrapped both hands around his shaft and his cock head was still visible. I rubbed my throbbing cock through my pants.

The bathroom door creaked and Ray froze. I reached back, flushed the toilet and emerged catching him in the act. "Oh, sorry, Ray, I didn't know you were here." He was frozen with fear. "Don't let me interrupt," I said, "It's okay," trying to calm his fear. "How long have you been watching," he said. I turned beet red. I stammered unconvincingly," I wasn't, I didn't...." He pointed to my crotch. I looked down and my khakis had small wet stain where they strained against by hard cock. In my haste, I apparently pulled up my pants but my cock went through fly of my boxers. My precum soaked through my pants and gave me away.

Now he was trying to calm me. "It's okay. I jerk off all the time." I smiled. "Ah so you caught me before." I blushed again. "It's cool. Want to join me? " He kicked off his pants, sat up, and began to slowly stroke his cock. I walked over to my bed across the room, and dropped my pants and boxers. "Cool," said Ray. I stroked in rhythm with Ray.   

Ray asked: "So when did catch me jerking off before?" "I've heard you at night and the in mornings." Laughing, "yeah, I am own best friend." I laughed. He grabbed the lotion, put a good dollop on his hand, and began stroking some more. He tossed me the lotion but I dropped it. I stood to grab it, tangled my feet up in my pants, and fell at Ray's feet. "That must hurt," he said extending a hand to help me up. I sat on the floor embarrassed. Ray continued to stroke now only two feet from my face. I could not help but look at his cock. "Janice thinks it too big. It may be longer than yours but hell your cock has to be twice as thick." "How long are you?" "Nine inches when I am really hard." "How thick are you," Ray asked. "I never measured." "It looks as thick as my wrist, can I take a look?" Ray replied. I kicked of my pants and stood up in front of him. Ray reached out and wrapped his thumb and forefinger around my cock. "Whoa!" I let go as he began to stroke my cock. I reached out and grabbed his long hard cock. In no time, we both spewed our cum on the dorm rug.

The next day summer retuned. Sun and heat and no air conditioning in the dorms. The afternoon of beers and Frisbee in the sun on the quad was followed by too many beers under the moonlight. I was my unlucky self and ended up crashed in the drunken stupor - alone. With the heat, I was sleeping with out any covers in my boxers. Ray wandered in later also a bit drunk. He stripped down and sat on my bed; I was awoken by him stroking my cock. I feigned to be asleep as be became bolder and my cock stiffened. He slipped off my boxers, and slowly slid my cock into his mouth. He now knew I was awake as I tried to sit up and speak; he put his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. As he slicked my cock with his saliva, he then reached to his lotion and began to massage my balls. I soon was moaning in pleasure. His fingers also began to lubricate my ass. This new pleasure was interrupted by the sharp pain as he inserted his finger. As the pain was replaced by pleasure, he slipped a second finger in. When he pulled them out, I whispered "Don't stop." He looked up and smiled. He grabbed the lotion and lubed my ass again as well as his cock. Inhibitions drowned with beer, I encouraged him. 

He pushed my legs back and stood at the edge of my bed with my ass in the air. He placed his cock head against my ass and began to slowly but forcefully push. He worked the tip of his cock in and the pain retuned. I struggled, pushing back but before I could say stop, he thrust forward and sank a few inches of his 9" snake into my ass. The pain subsided again and he inched in again. In a few minutes, he was sliding about half his cock in and out. I could not speak; I grunted and moaned as he slid in and out. He held my ankles as he rocked back and forth. I slowly stroked my cock as I enjoyed the warmth in my ass. The sight of him, his wrinkled brow in pleasure, eyes clamped shut, short panting breaths., made me hornier. Suddenly, I gasped, let out what sounded like a yelp as he pushed full in, let go of my ankles and fell on me. I saw stars and shook with pleasure. When he regained his footing, I could see a large drop of cum arose on my cock head. That was a pleasure I had never felt! When he pulled back, I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him back in. He again grabbed my ankles pushing my legs back and began to rapidly piston in and out of my ass. Each time he buried his cock in me, my body shook with sensations. I was stroking my cock in vibe with his motion and finally exploded as he again pushed fully in and hit that spot. As I came, I twitched and my ass tightened clamping his cock. Unable to move, he gasped, moaned loudly and came. He pulled out much too quickly and lay on the bed next to me face down. 

I took the lotion, a stood behind him. With a generous handful of lotion, I massaged it into his ass. He moaned into the pillow as my fingers worked into his with surprising ease. I slathered the lotion on my cock and crouched over his collapsed body, and began to push. The head seemingly popped into his ass as he pushed back on me. I slowly slid in my thicker shaft and stopped as Ray winced in pain. "No, don't stop," he said. I then began to slide in and out slowly as ray lossened up. Having never fucked a woman, I had nothing to compare it to but it was great! My breath quickened. Sweat began to pour down my face. The sight of my cock sliding in and out of his ass was exquisite. Ray was obviously a screamer as he moaned more loudly into the pillow. This only excited me more. I thought I was going to explode when I finally slid fully into him. As I slid in you could hear my balls slap against his ass. Between my grunts and his moans and god knows what else, I can only imagine what the other guys on the floor thought. My balls tightened, I tried to hold on but exploded in Ray. I quivered as I drained into him. I pulled out as my last shot spewed from my cock on to his ass. Ray stopped moaning and sighed in pleasure.

It was now 2 am. Ray stood up, took me by the hand, and led me to the shower. We washed away the sweat and smell of our sexual tryst. Ray and I kissed, at first tentatively, then his tongue probed deeper into my mouth. After the tongue wrestling, we began to gnaw at each other's neck like back-seat sluts on movie night. Our soapy hands explored each other. Ray slipped a soapy finger in my ass that sent shivers down my spine. It was getting late, we had the full weekend ahead of us. Much more an doubt either of us could not walk down the hall funny in the morning.



College Days Ch. 02



"The pizza sure is good," I said, hungrily gulping down a slice of hawaiian, "don't you think so?" I asked Colette.

"Yeah, great," she replied, with a bit less enthusiasm. We were trying our damndest to act like nothing had happened, but it was stretching all of our imaginations just a bit.

"Want a soda, or a beer?" Jennifer asked as she got up from the table and walked toward the fridge.

"Yeah, I'll take a beer," I said.

"Me too," Colette agreed, "it would taste really good about now."

Jen came back to the table with three Coronas and a bottle opener. She popped all three of them open and passed them out. 

"So, have any interesting projects going on in the lab this week?' Colette asked Jennifer, trying to guide us into a safe topic of conversation.

Jennifer ignored the question, set down her beer and looked at me, then at Colette, and then back and forth again. "So are you two going to tell me what went on up there, or are you just going to leave it all to my imagination?"

"Well..." I started, "you see..." I couldn't think of what exactly to say.

"Mark was a little, ah, upset." Colette chimed in clumsily.

"Mmm hmm?" Jen prompted.

"But we got it all cleared up." I offered, not very helpfully.

"I see." Jen said, obviously not convinced. She looked at Colette, "so you went up there to talk to him, and obviously made him feel better?" She grinned.

"Jen, it's not like that," Colette fired back, "don't make this out to be something bad."

"Oh, of course not," Jen mused, "Mark was upset, you went upstairs to talk with him, then you... made up." She chuckled, "hey, Mark, you were upset with me, too, weren't you? What gives, don't I get to make out... I mean, make up with you?" She could barely keep herself from cracking up. "Can't wait until the next time Colette pisses me off... I've been longing for those lips for years!"

"Jennifer Lynn, why do you have to be so crude?" Colette scolded, you could tell she was upset, she used Jen's middle name. "It wasn't like that at all. Well... not exactly, you just don't understand."

"No, you're right, I don't understand why you were locking lips with our brother. You hit the nail on the head with that one!"

"Jen, calm down, let me try to explain what happened." I said, "But first, I need you to stop making this into a big joke, because what I'm going to tell you is not a joke, and I don't want you making fun of me about it, okay?"

"O.k., Mark, I'm sorry, it's just a little too... strange to take seriously at first. I'll be good, I promise, tell me what happened." She stifled a chuckle, but I could tell she was calming down, and, knowing Jen like I do, I knew she would listen.

"Okay," I said, and then dove right in, "I didn't get upset because you guys were making jokes about penises and sausage pizza, that's no big deal and you know it, which is why I'm guessing you were a bit confused at my reaction when you made the joke. The truth is, and I'm very serious here, you two have been my sisters for as literally as long as I can remember, and I love you both more than anything in the world. As your brother, I feel responsible to respect you both and protect you. Yeah, I know that sounds all old-world and knight-in-shining-armor and all that, but it's true, you're family. So when we all went out back and got drunk, and then ended up getting naked together, it brought up some issues. You're my sisters, so I'm supposed to protect you, not desire you. But between the booze and the beautiful naked women, and the fact that I was a bit vulnerable since my sisters took off my shorts and got me naked too, I felt really conflicted. I felt really, well, horny. You are both very beautiful, very sexy women, and I was feeling very attracted to you, but at the same time, I felt guilty about it because you're also my sisters. When I left the pool and went back to my room, I didn't come back because I didn't want to do something I might regret later. Then I came out and you made that joke about sausage, and I guess it just struck a nerve, I got pissed off."

"I'm so sorry," Jen said, no longer joking, but concerned that she'd hurt me in some way.

"It's o.k., I forgive you, like I said, you didn't really do anything wrong. When Colette came upstairs to talk to me, she did her older sister thing and got me to spit out everything I just told you and... well, maybe Colette should take it from here." I sat back and took a deep breath.

"O.k, I'll finish," Colette said. "When Mark told me all of this, I felt really bad about the position we'd put him in, but I also felt... angry. I was angry because he shouldn't have to feel that way. I mean, come on, we're not blood related, so there's no legal or biological reason we couldn't, you know, hook up. It might seem like kind of an odd relationship, but it's not wrong in any way."

"You've got a point there," Jennifer agreed, "there's really nothing wrong with it."

"Exactly, and Mark here is would be a great catch for any girl! He's handsome, tall, muscular, intelligent, sensitive, and, more than anything, he loves us. I told him all this, then I made a deal with him: if neither of us is married by the time I'm 32, I'll meet him at the altar and start making fat happy babies."

"Well, what she actually said was 'beautiful, happy babies'," I added, "but you get the picture."

"When I'd thought it all the way through, I realized that I love Mark as much as he loves me. I don't think we've made any commitments yet, other than the 32 thing, but I just felt so close to him and so in love with him, so I kissed him. That's when you walked in."

"Cool!" Jen cheered, then turned to me "So does this mean I can walk around the house naked again without upsetting you?" 

I must admit I was a bit shocked at Jen's reaction. It all sounded well and good up in my room, but I knew that other people wouldn't necessarily see it that way. "Well, I guess if you don't mind the fact that it will make me terribly horny and want to jump you, then I have no problem seeing naked women on a regular basis!" I said, laughing.

Jen scooted her chair close to mine and did her typical lean-on-my-arm thing again. "I'm so glad we're o.k. again, I hated to think that I made you so uncomfortable on your first day living with us."

"Me too." I said, giving her a light kiss on the top of the head. 

The next morning I woke up slowly, late in the morning. I couldn't believe everything that had happened the day before, and in the light of a new day, was unsure of the resolution to the whole ordeal. Would I walk downstairs to find Jenny running around naked? Would I be able to deal with the constant sexual tension that would create in me? Would I end up in a long term relationship with Colette? Would we get married when she turned 32?

Brain overload. Have to simplify. I gotta pee.

I got up from bed in nothing but boxer shorts and noticed the light and fan were both on in the bathroom adjoining my room. I could also hear the sound of the shower. Jennifer was in the shower. Jennifer was naked behind that door. Crap. I have to pee. My mind wasn't really awake yet, and I was having trouble processing everything. I had a slight headache from all the drinking the day before, which wasn't helping matters any. 

I have to pee. This was the one sure thing. I went downstairs since Jen was in the shower, then noticed a sign that Colette had obviously written and placed on the downstairs toilet – "Broken, don't use". Crap. I have to pee.

I went upstairs, Jen was still in the shower. I knocked on Colette's door, but there was no answer. I opened it and peeked inside. The bathroom door in her room was open, the light and fan were on, and, yep, you guessed it, she was in the shower, too. I went back to my room. Crap. I have to pee. It was getting rather urgent now, I needed an outlet. I knocked on the door and called out to Jen.

"Jen, I have to pee really bad, can I come in and use the toilet?" Please, please, please...

""Oh, hey Mark, no problem, I don't mind. Come on in." Thank God. I have to pee.

"Thank you so much," I said as I pulled down my shorts and started spraying a healthy stream into the toilet bowl, "The downstairs toilet is broken and Colette was in her shower as well. I thought I was going to wet myself!"

"It's o.k., Mark, I don't mind a bit. Think of it this way, if I'm willing to walk around the house naked in front of you, I certainly won't care if you walk into the bathroom while I'm in the shower."

"If you say so." I replied, then finished up my business and went to the sink to wash my hands. To my surprise, while I was washing up, Jen turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and started drying herself off. This made me a bit nervous, where do I look? I stared down at my hands as the water ran over them, taking an awfully long time to wash my hands.

Jenny laughed. "It's o.k., Mark, I don't mind if you see me."

"Yeah, o.k.," I said, turning around to face her, "but what you don't seem to get is, I've got a body raging with hormones, and watching you run around naked all day doesn't exactly stem the flow." Holy cow, she was beautiful, drops of water gleaming in the bathroom lights on her tanned, tight skin. She was rubbing a towel in her hair as I was talking to her. I was intensely aware of the growing erection under my suddenly too-thin boxer shorts, "And then I just want to jump you or something, which I don't think you'd appreciate very much."

"Really?" she said, mischief all over her face, "I don't know, you never tried to 'jump' me before, maybe I'd like it..." This was killing me. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch a breast, kiss her mouth, run my fingers through her hair, and more. 

"Jen, you shouldn't joke like that." I said, staring at the incredibly sexy curve of her hips.

"Who said I was joking," she smiled, then turned around toward the tub and bent over in front of me, putting her legs one at a time on the edge of the tub to dry them with the towel. She had the nicest cheeks I'd ever seen, and I could see her vaginal lips between her legs, dripping with water. It was driving me crazy. "You made up with Colette last night and gave her a kiss," she continued, "and you made up with me afterwards, but I never got my kiss..." She finished drying her legs and turned around, then wiped the towel between her legs and up her torso. It was all I could do to keep from scooping her up into my arms right there and dragging her off to my bed.

"Ah, I'm not sure that would be such a good idea," I said, dying to do it anyway, "don't you think Tammy would get upset about that?"

Jenny laughed, and I watched as her chest bounced slightly up and down, I was totally gone. "Tammy wouldn't care a bit, she has a boyfriend, you know."

"She does? I thought you two were an item?"

"Sure, when we're at her place or when we're in the house here, but out in public? She's got a boyfriend and I'm still fancy free. No, we're close friends, and we have some romantic trysts together here and there, but there's no exclusive commitment there. I can see other people, I can even kiss you..." She winked at me, bent forward with her legs together and hands on her thighs, making her small breasts look larger and closer together, and gave me a quirky smile, puckering her lips as if expecting a kiss.

I stood there, still staring at her incredible beauty, mesmerized. "Well," she said, "aren't you going to give me my kiss?"

"Jen, I..." I didn't know what to say. 

"Come on," she continued, "just walk two steps forward and give me a kiss, I know you want to."

She was right about that, but I was really conflicted. The conversation last night was all well and good, but when put into practice, well, it was just a bit strange to have this proposition from my older sister.

"Come on, Mark, just two steps, and pucker..." She teased, "if you're too worried about it, I won't even slip you the tongue." She ran her tongue along her moist, pink lips.

In the end, I couldn't resist. Beautiful, available woman won out over older sister... I took a step forward, her eyebrows raised slightly, smiling at me... I took a second step. I was now within kissing range of her face. 'What the hell,' I thought, 'you only live once.' I reached a hand to her chin, and lifted her face toward mine, then slowly let my head drift down, and placed my lips against hers.

We stood there for a moment, in a strange pose with our lips together, not moving. I started to laugh, and she started to laugh with me. "I'm sorry," I said, pulling away, it's just too weird."

"That's o.k.," she said, staightening her frame, "I'll get more later, I'm sure." With that she winked at me, wrapped the towel around her lithe frame, and walked out the opposite door into her room. She didn't bother closing the door. 

I closed the door behind her, locked it, and got into the shower. I couldn't believe the events of the last 24 hours and was trying to wrap my head around them. I washed up and dryed off and went into my room, unlocking the door to Jen's room before I left the bathroom. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and went downstairs to get some coffee and some breakfast, hoping that things would just get normal for a few hours, (dare I ask for a whole day?) so I could get a grip on my new living situation.

Colette was in the kitchen, she'd already brewed a wonderful smelling pot of coffee and was busy pouring cereal into a bowl. Jen was sitting at the kitchen bar talking to her, and, thankfully, actually wearing clothes – a tight white tank top and a red pair of athletic shorts.

"Good morning," I said, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a bowl from the cupboard for some cereal. They both responded in kind. "It sure is nice to see you both up and around and dressed already!" I said, with stress on the word 'dressed'. 

"Don't mind him, Colette, he's just upset he saw me naked in the bathroom this morning!" Jen smirked.

"Jenny, you should really be nicer to him, he's your only brother." Colette replied, sitting down at the table. I poured cereal and milk into my bowl, grabbed a cup of coffee and a spoon, and sat down facing Colette. 

"I tried to be nice," Jen complained, "I even asked him for a kiss!"

"Oh my gosh, are you two going to be able to get along alright when I go into the office today? You're acting like children, get over it." Colette scolded.

"Oh, you're taking off?" I asked, ignoring her reprimand, "I thought you'd be home today, since it's Sunday."

"Sunday it may be, dear, but I still have to prepare a lecture for my class tomorrow morning, I didn't get it done last week 'cause I was busy setting up your room." She took a bit of cereal.

"Oh, well, I hope it didn't set you back too much," I said, feeling a little bit guilty, even though I had no reason to.

"No, not at all, I enjoyed doing it, knowing my favorite brother was coming to live with me." She said and smiled across the table.

"Well, thanks," I said, "How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know, maybe four or five hours, six tops. I have some papers to grade and have to read up on Shakespeare a bit." Her lovely green eyes were sparkling in the morning light. I couldn't help but remember the kiss we'd shared the day before, how wonderful it felt. I realized I had a serious crush on Colette.

"That's alright," Jen came over and sat between us at the table with a cup of coffee, "I'll make sure Marky here gets along o.k. without you. I thought we might even swim a few laps together if you're up for it, Mark."

"That would be great," I said, wondering if she'd be wearing a swimsuit in the pool, and, despite myself, hoping she wouldn't be. "I haven't been exercising much lately, I really need to start up again or I'll fall out of shape."

"Good," Colette said, getting up from the table before she was half done with her cereal. "I'm heading out, I'll be back in time for dinner. And I really wouldn't mind if one or both of you decided to make something... hint, hint." 

"No problem," I said, "Jen and I can whip something up."

Colette grabbed her purse and a backpack and was out the door. Which just left Jen and I for the next, how many hours? 'I'm in trouble.' I thought.

The rest of breakfast went pretty smoothly. We finished our cereal and sat around drinking coffee and talking about old times and all the fun we used to have together when I was a small child. Once the pot of coffee started tasting stale, we realized we'd been talking for almost 2 hours, and really enjoying each others company. 

"Gosh, Mark, I can't believe you're really here." Jen intimated during a break in the conversation, "I don't think we've spent this much time together since I was in high school. I'd almost forgotten how much I like you."

I blushed a little bit. "Yeah," I said, "It's been a long time since we pulled any pranks like we used to. We should think up something really good for Colette before she gets home, like making spaghetti and spiking it with hot sauce or something!"

"You're bad..." she said, drifting away from the conversation a little. "Hey, let's go out and swim, I need to become one with the pool and then get some sun on my fading tan..."

"O.k.," I said, "I'll go get my suit on and meet you out there."

She laughed a little, "Yeah, you do that."

I got up and changed into my swimshorts, a bit leary of her little laugh before I left. Would I walk out to the pool and see her swimming in the nude, or would she have that skin-tight speedo on again? Would she sunbathe in a speedo? I remembered that, having seen her naked two days in a row, she had no tanlines. I went down the stairs out to the pool. 

I was relieved to see her in the pool with her speedo on, well, mostly relieved. Some part of me was a bit dissapointed to tell the truth, but at least it would make swimming laps a little easier since I'd be concentrating on swimming rather than watching her naked body in the water. Just thinking about it I started to get hard again. Down boy.

I walked out the glass doors and dumped my towel on a chair, then jumped into the pool alongside her. We didn't even speak, just started swimming from one end of the pool to the other, exercising at it's best. We worked out for about a half hour, which was all I could take, since I hadn't done this much swimming, well, ever. I was more of a runner, and all the upper body work was burning my muscles. So I swam to the side of the pool and just stood there watching Jenny for a while.

She was the picture of grace in the water. In another life she must have been a fish. She'd been on swimteam since junior high and all through college, she could probably have kept going for another hour, but she noticed me at the edge of the pool and swam over to me.

"Get worn out?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm afraid I'm not as strong a swimmer as you are, Jen." Smiling.

"That's o.k., I've done enough." She stood up in the water, which reached to her upper chest, "So what do you think, Mark?"

"About?" I asked.

"About... my kiss?" She gave me that evil grin again. "I never really got my kiss, you know."

"Jen, why are you doing this?" I asked, getting a little exasperated, also getting a little horny.

"Because..." she said slowly, "because I like you... no... because I love you... and I think you and Colette were right, there's nothing wrong with kissing me, because we're not really blood relations. And because I think you're really cute." Those big brown eyes were beating me. "Geez, Mark, it's not like we've never kissed before..."

"Not that way," I said, "not in a romantic way." She took a step forward and closed the distance between us. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. Deep in my stomach, those butterflies were coming out to play again, and I knew, at that moment, that I was going to give in. I knew I would kiss her, and I knew I would... what? 'My gosh,' I thought, 'I'd go as far as she'd let me...'




College Days Ch. 02



Jenny's arms crept up out of the water, tracing their way up my arms to my neck, and then tracking their way from the back of my head to my face. Her sweet brown eyes were locked on mine, and like a dream, I felt her lips touch mine as those eyes closed before me. Almost like someone else was controlling me, I felt my arms rise up to her back and hold her as our lips gently touched. Her mouth opening slightly, then closing on my lips, not her tongue, just her lips, once, twice, three times, four. My mouth started moving in time with hers, and I slid my tongue just far enough to trace the contours of her warm, moist lips for a moment, before I felt her tongue slide up against mine. I don't know how long this went on, how long we kissed, but it was the sweetest, kindest, most love-filled experience I'd ever had in my life. Did we kiss for five minutes, ten, fifteen? I couldn't tell, I was completely lost in her essence, her taste, the feel of our tongues in a slow, fantastic dance. When finally our lips parted, her hands went behind my neck and pulled me close, as I pulled her closer still, our bodies wrapped together. My cheeks were hot, my eyes stinging with tears she couldn't see. I felt her lips once more, but on my neck this time. Slow, gentle kisses from my collarbone up to my left ear, sending electric shocks up my spine. The hardness in my shorts was pressed up against her abdomen, but I didn't care anymore. All I could think about was that right there, right then at that very moment, I loved Jennifer more than I had ever loved anyone in my life.

"I love you," I whispered, reverent.

Her lips made one last pass at my neck, then she backed up a few inches and looked into my eyes, still holding each other, "I love you, Mark. I've always loved you, but now I love you more deeply, more strongly, than I have ever loved anyone."

While my hormones were raging, I knew that to do anything aggressively sexual would be wrong right now. I wanted to savor the moment, I didn't want to rush what I wanted to happen so badly, but wasn't sure I would ever get to take part in with her. So there we stood, in each others arms, in the blue water of the pool, staring at each other for what seemed an eternity. We just gazed at one another until, little by little, I saw a smile creeping up the corners of her soft lips, and realized the same thing was happening to my own face. Almost like it was scripted, we started laughing. The spell was not broken, but the seriousness had been replaced by flirtatious laughter. 

"Well," I said, "I guess you got your kiss..."

"Yeah, I guess I did." And then, "You know, I think I may need a few more of those soon."

"Me too." I laughed.

"But first," she said, "I need to work on my tan. Let's go lay down in the lounge chairs."

We both got out of the pool and dried off with our towels, then Jen grabbed a bottle of suntan oil and laid her towel on a lounge chair. I did the same, and then I laid down on my towel. Jen wasn't so quick, though.

"Now, I'm going to be nice and warn you," she said, "but I don't tan with this suit on, I tan in the buff. Are you going to be o.k. with that?"

I smiled, trying to hide how eager I actually was to see her naked again. "Don't worry about it, sis, I think I can handle it, strip away!"

"O.k.," she said, "you know, you don't have to look, you could just close your eyes and lay in the sun."

"Don't worry about me, Jen, I don't mind, make yourself comfortable."

And so she did. She didn't make a show out of it, but with a girl as beautiful as Jennifer, she didn't have to. Each movement of her graceful figure was like a choreographed ballet, at least to me. And as she pulled the straps off her shoulders, pushed the swimsuit down her body, and then bent over, with her rear end facing me, to take them down and off her feet, My erection grew to it's full stature and made a party tent in my shorts. You could have fit an entire circus in there. O.k., maybe not a full circus, but you get the point.

Jen draped her suit over the edge of a chair and turned around to face me. "Looks like I made an impression!" she said in a bright, cheery voice, noticing the pole sticking up in my swimshorts.

"You always do!" I said lightly. 

Jen adjusted her lounge chair to a flat position and then sat down on it, with a leg on either side, straddling the chair. She was about to open the oil, but instead looked at me, "You know, I normally lie on my stomach first, but I usually have Tammy or Colette spread oil on my backside. Would you mind helping me out?"

Should I have been shocked? I guess after all that had happened, I was starting to lose my inhibitions about the whole thing. Rub my hands all over this gorgeous body before me? Why of course! "No problem," was what I actually said, and sat up to face her, "go ahead and lie down."

Jen brought her opposite leg up over the chair and then turned over onto her stomach, leaving her tight, round, incredible ass facing up at me. She turned her head to the side. "If you love me, you'll wam the oil in your hands before you put it on me." She said.

"Or maybe I love you, but I love to watch you squirm as well?" I grinned.

"Be nice, or I'll have to get you back later..." she warned.

"Mmm hmm." I said, not commiting. In the end, though, after the moments we had just shared together, I couldn't do anything mean to her. I poured a tablespoon or so of oil into my hand, set down the bottle, and cupped my hands together to let it warm up.

"You're so sweet, Marky." She said when she saw me warming the oil, "I could never ask for a better friend. Don't you think you'd feel more comfortable if you took those shorts off?" She smiled from the side.

"Well, maybe, and I guess after yesterday I wouldn't have to be embarrased about it, but I can't do anything about it right now, I've got my hands full of oil."

"I could do it for you..." She offerred with a smile.

"Ah, thanks, I think I can take care of it myself in a minute." I replied, almost immediately sorry that I hadn't taken her up on the offer.

I knelt next to her and placed my hands above her shoulders, then let the oil slowly roll out of my hands onto her back and started rubbing it around from one side to the next, covering her arms, down to her lower back.

"Don't forget my sides." She said, her eyes now closed and enjoying the impromptu back rub.

"Don't worry, I'll get you covered." I slid my hands around her sides. Her small breasts didn't bulge much, even with her laying down on her stomach, but it was enough for me feel a rush as my hands moved across the flesh that ceased to be her underarm and started to become her perky breasts. I spent some time there, making sure I got full coverage, just to be nice of course! 

I had finished her back, sides and arms, and poured a fresh batch of oil into my hands to get ready for her legs. I watched her back glisten in the sun as I held the oil in my hands, such beautiful, clear skin, perfect muscle tone, going all the way down her back into the crease of her bottom. I couldn't wait to get to that part.

I smoothed the oil over the backs of her thighs and then all the way down to her feet, which I massaged momentarily before working my way back up each leg, one at a time, just before I reached the place where her legs meet. I wasn't yet bold enough to go there uninvited. 

"Mark, don't be shy, you have to get my butt, too." Jen said sleepily, "and make sure it's even, I don't want to get a stripe across my butt or something."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you." And I did, running my hands finally up her thigh, once more stopping before I touched anything taboo, then moved my hands to the sides of her bottom, working my way up until I was right there, rubbing Jen's ass, and she'd asked me to do it. I felt like my cock was going to burst any second from the strain. I ran my hands around in small circles, gently, slowly working my way down, further...

"Mmmmmm..." Jen moaned, "that feels really good..." I kept moving, my fingers slowly working their way along the crack of her ass, closer and closer to... "don't stop, keep going," she moaned, in a sultry voice. I was a little nervous, but I knew more than anything I wanted to keep going, wanted to touch her and feel her flesh in my hands. The tips of my fingers reached her pubic hair, and Jen, ever so slightly, lifted her hips up from the lounge, moving my fingers even further, deeper. It was finally happening, and I was in complete nirvana. Her legs, again, ever so gently, began to move apart just a little bit, granting me more access. My hands went along the crease of her thighs, toward her front, then I gave in and let one hand cover her from the front, slowly pulling the hand back again toward myself, gently feeling the warm, wet lips between her legs, just barely finding my way between them with one finger as my hand drifted back toward her ass, then slowly traced the line where her cheeks met. 

"Mark, don't stop..." quietly, "I want it, don't stop... touch me..."

I followed her instructions, working my hands around her sides again, up and down her back, and then tracing the line along her ass right back to the crease between her legs, firmer this time, and on the way back, deeper. I slowly began to let my fingers drift into the crevice between her lips and feel the warm, soft flesh, while my other hand continued tracing the line of her ass, back and forth slowly, getting a little deeper with each pass. 

Jen moaned and began to rock her hips in a slow, rhythm, as I began to touch her more boldly. "Jenny," I said, a little embarrased, "I need to tell you something."

"Now?" she said, slightly irritated.

"Jenny," I said quietly, "I've never... I've never done this before." There, I got it out, "I'm not really sure what to do."

That did it. Jenny rolled over to her side and stared at me incredulously, taking my wrist in her hand and removing it from her hip as she rolled, then sat up and looked me in the eye.

"Tell me you're joking." She spoke sternly. I wasn't sure what exactly I had done wrong. "Tell me, Mark, tell me you're joking!"

"Jen, what's the matter?" I asked, wondering what my offense had been.

"What's the matter? What's the matter? You've never done this before? You mean to tell me that I'm the first, the first... the first girl you've ever touched... that way?" Her face was wide open amazement.

"Well," I said, a little embarrased now, "yes, I've never done this before."

"Are you a virgin?" She asked incredulously.

I must have turned 15 shades of red, I couldn't open my mouth to speak. "Oh my gosh, Mark, you're still a virgin? At 18? Honey, I had no idea." Her stern voice had turned to one of concern.

"What's the matter?" I asked, still wondering if I had done something to get her mad.

"Sweetie," Jen said, her voice full of emotion, "if I had known, if I'd had any clue, that you had never even got to third base with a girl..."

"What?" I said, "is it so bad that I haven't treated girls like the latest conquest?"

"No, no, no, it's just that, well I thought this was old news for you and you were just a little timid 'cause I'm your sister. If I'd known, I never would have been so mean to you about yesterday and this morning. Now it all makes sense."

"Jen, what we've done today, I did it because I wanted to do it, because I wanted to share myself with you. I don't regret it, if that's what you think."

"Mark, let's go upstairs, we need to talk." Was all she said, and with that, wrapped a towel around her and walked into the house. I followed her up to her bedroom and we sat on the bed. Far as I could tell, that was a good sign.

"Mark," she began, "how do you feel about me, and about Colette? I really want to know the truth."

"I've been nothing but honest with you, Jenny, I love you more than life, both of you. I can't think of anyone I'd rather... be with."

"Well, o.k., that's fine, but your first time, you really need to think about this, your first time, especially when you've waited this long, it should be something special, not a mid-afternoon fling with a girl who's throwing herself at you."

"Yesterday, and this morning, I admit I was nervous about all of this. But this afternoon in the pool, this afternoon... Jen I love you, I don't care who knows it, and I would be honored for you to be the first girl I got to third base with, or maybe..." I grinned, "even a home-run!"

"Oh my gosh, I've created a monster," she said, "are you sure about this?"

"I've never been more sure about anything in my life." I said flatly.

"Okay, but if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right, it's not going to be a random event in your life. I'm going to make it the most memorable event of your life. So I have to ask you this, do you mind if I talk with Colette about this before we move forward?"

"Why would you do that?" 

"I just think she might have some good advice and I also want to make sure she's not opposed to the idea."

"We're talking about sex, right? You and me, can we just say it?"

"Yes," Jen smiled, "we're talking about you and I having sex together. Wonderful, beautiful, hot, steamy, romantic sex. You and me."

I swallowed. "Okay, you can talk to Colette about it. I love you and Colette both, and I don't mind if you two talk about me."

"Okay, for now, then, why don't you go downstairs, I'm going to get dressed. Later, we'll discuss how we're going to do this."

And with that, she shooed me out of her room, horny and dumbfounded. I went and watched TV. I was in such a daze, I don't even remember what I watched.



College Days Ch. 02



"What are you doing?" the professor shouted.

Brady looked up from his notebook with his eyebrows raised. "I was just...gonna take notes."

"Why?" Dr. Henderson demanded.

"Uh..." Brady wasn't so sure that his history professor was totally sane.

"Well, why are you taking notes?"

"I just...am."

"No! You were trained to take notes. They stick you in a warehouse for twelve years and they train you like monkeys."

Brady glanced around the classroom and was relieved to see every other person was just as shocked and confused as he was.

Dr. Henderson continued to rant about the warehouse like high schools all of them had come from. He stomped in circles at the front of the classroom, waving his hands in the air and shouting.

Brady started to look around the classroom. He noticed a pregnant girl eating tater tots from her purse and made a note to sit by her the next time the class met because he was starving. He'd signed up for the nine o' clock class thinking it wouldn't be that hard to make it, but he'd been up all night feeling nervous about starting the semester. He wondered how Ezra was doing next door in the honors version of the same class.

Class was dismissed early and the entire class bolted for the door. Brady lingered by the door and watched the pregnant girl gather her things. Her big purse tipped over and an extra-large order of tater tots spilled to the floor.

"Oh, holy fuck," she said loudly, not seeming to notice Brady was still there. When she did see him she smiled sweetly and said, "Hey there, handsome. Why don't you come help me out? I don't want to leave a mess, but if I bend down I most likely will not get up."

Brady smiled and went to help her out. "So, what did you think of that professor?"

"He's a total fucking lunatic. I'm Grace, by the way."

"I'm Brady. Nice to meet you."

He threw the floor tots into the trashcan by the door and walked with Grace to the hallway. "Where are you headed from here?" she asked.

Before he could answer, Ezra's class was released and Brady's focus shifted. When he saw Ezra, he rushed forward and hugged him close. He kissed him on the forehead and didn't care who saw.

"That was too freaking cute," Grace chimed in.

Ezra blushed turned his face in towards Brady's chest. Brady put his hand on Ezra's shoulder and smiled. "Grace, this is my boyfriend, Ezra."

"Well, I never would've guessed it, but good for you." She smiled and adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "I have to pee now, but it was nice meeting both of you. I'll see you later, Brady."

"She's not shy," Ezra commented after Grace had disappeared in the crowd.

Brady smiled. "No, she definitely isn't."

"We heard your professor yelling."

"He's a little crazy. How was your first class though?"

"I like Dr. Pierce."

Brady smiled. "I'm glad, baby. Do you want me to walk you to your next class?"

Ezra nodded and laced his fingers through Brady's. Brady smiled at the warm metal of the ring on Ezra's left hand, a promise that he knew wouldn't be broken.

Still, part of his sleepless night had been spent worrying about Ezra's suitemate. It made him uncomfortable that someone he didn't know or trust was living so close to the single most important person in his life.

"How was your night?" Brady asked.

"Cold," Ezra said. "I want you to sleep in my room."

Brady smiled. "I would love to, beautiful. We could have a lot of fun on that tiny little bed."

Ezra blushed and quickly found a way to change the subject. "My class is in this building."

Brady held the door open for Ezra and they went to the elevators. The building was fairly empty because most people were still in classes. The elevator came and a large group of people stepped out. Brady and Ezra were the only ones going up and they stepped inside. Ezra pressed the button for the fourth floor.

Brady pinned Ezra to the back wall of the elevator and swirled his tongue over Ezra's quickening pulse. "I love you so much," he said, his voice a rumbling growl against Ezra's neck. He nibbled at Ezra's earlobe and slowly kissed along Ezra's jaw, but paused before kissing his lips. Ezra strained forward, longing for taste of Brady's lips. Brady smiled and teased, "Not until tonight."

"Just a little," Ezra pleaded.

Brady pressed his lips to Ezra's and thrust his tongue into Ezra's mouth. The elevator dinged and they broke apart as the doors opened and stepped out quickly to avoid letting anyone in the crowd see too much of the growing bulges both were sporting.

**

Brady had visited every business in the town to drop off his application that afternoon and was a bit tired when he arrived at Ezra's door. Brian was the one that unlocked the door and Brady immediately felt uncomfortable and a bit angry. He shifted the grocery bag in his hand and shoved past Brian. "Where is Ezra?" he asked, as he set down his bag.

"He's wiping off his chin," Brian said.

"What the fuck?" Brady grabbed Brian by the collar of his shirt. "Don't you ever talk about him like that, you son of a bitch."

Ezra opened the door to his room. "Please, stop," he said.

Brady released Brian, adding in a little shove.

"Whatever," Brian said as he grabbed a set of keys from the counter and left.

"Brady...what happened?" Ezra asked.

Brady knelt down and picked up his bag. "He just said something."

"What?"

Brady stroked Ezra's cheek and kissed his forehead. "Don't worry about what it was, just be careful around that guy."

Ezra shrugged. "What do you have?" Ezra asked as he went to look in the bag. There were two jars of ice cream topping, hot fudge and caramel. Ezra held one in each hand and looked at Brady with a confused expression. "What is this?"

"I was craving something sweet," Brady explained as he stood behind Ezra and started to play with the button of his jeans.

"But we don't...oh." Ezra started to laugh shyly as Brady led him to the bedroom. Brady slipped Ezra's shirt off and lifted him onto the desk.

Ezra squirmed and leaned back against the textured wall. He unzipped his pants as Brady opened both the jars. Brady dipped two fingers into the caramel and drizzled it over Ezra's nipples. It felt cool and sticky and Ezra moaned softly as his nipples hardened to firm little peaks. Brady brought his fingers to Ezra's mouth and let him taste the caramel. Ezra sucked gently. Brady pulled his fingers away and pressed his lips Ezra's mouth and then nibbled at his earlobe. "This is exactly what I wanted," Brady whispered.

Brady drizzled more of the caramel and chocolate onto Ezra and then stood back to admire his work. "You look delicious," he said. Ezra gripped the edge of the desk and bit his lip as Brady's warm tongue touched his skin. He moaned, barely able to keep his volume under control and soon not caring who heard him. Brady's mouth was hot and he licked and sucked in all the right ways over Ezra's chest and stomach.

Ezra whimpered with anticipation as Brady freed his throbbing erection. He hoped Brady wouldn't tease him too much. "Please, please, please," he whispered like a prayer. When his prayer was answered he bit his lip and moaned as his hips desperately rocked back and forth. His fingers tangled in Brady's hair. Brady bobbed up and down and then paused to wet his finger. Ezra spread his legs, eager for what was coming. Brady helped Ezra to his feet and bent Ezra over the desk. Ezra twisted and Brady kissed him as his slick finger penetrated.

Ezra pulled the desk drawer open and reached in for the nearly empty bottle of lube he had hidden in the very back corner. Ezra turned and knelt in front of Brady, attacking his zipper and nearly swallowing his cock as soon as it was free. He emptied the bottle of lube into his hand and put it on Brady's throbbing organ. Brady helped Ezra stand and he returned to his position, bent over the desk with his legs spread and his smooth, pink hole exposed and ready. Brady pressed inside Ezra.

They both gasped and were still for a moment. It was always amazing, every time, being connected in that way. They felt like they were the only two people in the world. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of being right where they belonged. Brady leaned forward and whispered in Ezra's ear, "I love you."

"I love you," Ezra replied.

Brady started to move inside Ezra, slowly at first and then quickening with every soft whimper and satisfied moan that left Ezra's mouth. They came simultaneously, both gasping and pitching forward.

They were still again, enjoying the glow that seemed to fill the room. There was cum and spots of chocolate and caramel all over the floor, but they ignored it for the moment and instead climbed into a bed barely big enough for one. They held each other close, occasionally saying, "I love you," and hoping the other one knew just how true and all consuming that fact was.

**

Over the next few weeks, Brady had gotten into a routine. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday he sat in the back of his history class with Grace, eating snacks from her purse and silently laughing at their ridiculous professor. Then he would walk Ezra to his next class and go to the library to study before heading to Spanish class. After that was lunch with Ezra and then walking Ezra to the music building on his way to kinesiology. Brady liked that class and was considering making it his major. He could see himself as a coach. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Brady had English and philosophy in the morning and then was free in the afternoon to check up on his job applications before picking up Ezra for lunch at the Grand Buffet. They usually ran into Grace there and would talk with her for a while before they left to go on a drive out into the country.

They found a place down a long and winding dirt road that reminded them both of the little pond they used to park beside and look up at the stars together. Brady liked going out there, where there was no school and no creep suitemates. Just him and Ezra and millions of stars and endless possibilities.



College Days Ch. 02



After returning home from fucking Priya, the first total sexual experience of my nineteen years of life, I was in a daze. I was trying to relive the sensation of the touch: the feel of her nude body rubbing mine, her breath on my face and chest, her nipples in my mouth, her lips rubbing my mouth and face, her nails digging my back, her tongue lashing my tongue, her breasts rubbing my chest, and her pussy engulfing my manhood, my cock rubbing her inner walls, the explosion of the sensations, the orgasmic bliss. I just didn't want to come out of my daze, and I had a raging hard on. I needed to musterbate, but I knew now that shagging won't give the pleasure that I seek. Few hours passed by in this daze.

In the early evening, Priya's father came down, and after small talk with my parents asked me if I can spare some time to provide some tuition to her daughter Priya, like I had last year. I used to teach her at 10:00 pm for an hour or so. I just nodded implying affirmation, was not in a position to talk much, and the time of 10:00 pm was fixed. 

Dutifully I knocked the door at ten. I didn't use to ring the bell as they used to go to sleep early. But that night uncle opened the door and after exchanging greetings and formal smiles he went inside, presumably to sleep. The elder daughter used to sleep in another bedroom (it was actually a balcony converted into a bed room). Priya used to sleep in the couch of her living room, she used to study till late in the night.

I entered the living room. She was strategically sitting on the corner of the sofa which is not directly visible to a person standing just outside the door. Normally I used to sit on the sofa next to her, but tonight I just went to the same sofa and sat beside her. Before she could say anything I took her face in my hands and smooched her. She broke the kiss, pushed me back, rolled her eyes in mock anger and whispered, "Are you crazy! Papa is still awake!" Pointing to the sofa next to her she ordered, still whispering, "Sit there."

I realized I shouldn't get carried away just now, and changed my sitting position. I was very lucky: as soon as I had opened the maths text book and Priya had spread some papers on the sofa and the small table in front, her dad walked in with a couple of water bottles. After casually inspecting us, and putting those bottles on the table, he smiled "Good night!" and went to sleep.

After a few minutes of mathematical talk, pretending that we are indeed teaching and learning, I looked into her eyes and asked, "Why did you call me?"

"Because I needed to talk to you," she replied, her eyes darting towards the door.

"I also need to tell you something," I said. "What?" she asked.

"You are very pretty, and very very sexy," I said, observing her closely. She was wearing loose skirt and a top with buttons at front.

"Dhat, nonsense!" she replied, slapping my wrist. Her fingers lingered on my wrist for a couple of unnecessary seconds and I caught her hands in mine. While looking at her eyes I brought her hand to my lips kissing the back of her hand like they did in those old English movies. She gave a smouldering look and slid her hand back. The bangles of her hands were making noise. I causally took her hand again, pulled her forward, slid the bangles slowly out of her wrist. The whole action was so slow and deliberate. I was rubbing her arm, her palm, her fingers, and finally the bangles slid out. With one hand I put them on the table in front, and with the other hand I brought her left hand close to my mouth. Pausing for a moment with her hand near my lips, I kissed her palms, with my tongue sliding out and licking her palm and fingers. I even took one of the fingers in my mouth and started sucking it. She gave a naughty look and to ensure that I let go of her hand she gave a jerk to her other hand, and the bangles in that hand made a soft noise. 

I let go of the left hand that I was kissing, and took her right hand and repeated the action. When I was kissing the right palm and licking the fingers, she put her left hand on my mouth to stop them, and said, "Bas, aur nahi. (That's it, no more.)"

I took both her hands in mine, and pulled her forward. She nearly fell on me. Trying to balance herself she held her position just away from me, which was very uncomfortable for her. With her balancing herself in the position I pushed my mouth on her mouth, smooching her. For a few seconds she balanced herself, her body in air in front of me, pulled above the sofa, and our mouths kissing. Then she had to let go, and fell on me, with a soft thud. Her fall pushed me back, breaking our kiss. She gave a triumphant smile because she was able to break my kiss.

As she was pulling herself away from me back on to her sofa, I pulled her again, on top of me. Her face was snuggling my neck, and my mouth rested beneath her earlobes, sucking softly her skin there. It was a bit uncomfortable, so I sat straight. I tried to make her sit on my lap with her legs around my waist. She couldn't resist much as we would be creating a lot of noise. Finally she was sitting my lap, astride me. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist and I could glimpse her black panties. I run my fingers on her shoulder and neck, and softly kissed her ear lobes, one followed by the other. She rested her head on my shoulders, and whispered,"What if we get caught?"

I said, "I can hear your father snoring in the next room."

She giggled and said,"What if Didi (elder sister) comes?"

I said,"We will hear her, and don't tell me you can't pacify your didi! She is getting married, she will understand." (Didi was actually having an affair with her boyfriend and was getting married to her soon.)

"Badmash (Naughty)!" She softly slapped and bit my cheeks, pulled my ear, as if admonishing me, and then bit my ear lobes. I guided her face to my mouth, and kissed her deep. She hummed and moaned softly, letting my lips pry open her lips and eat her mouth. Slowly my tongue slid inside her mouth. My tongue explored her mouth: touching her lips, licking inside her lips, rubbing her teeth and feeling her inner cheeks. Her tongue also sought mine. Our tongues lashed at each other and then stared a duel. My hands meanwhile were rubbing her back. I realized that she didn't have any bra on and slid my hands inside her top from the back, feeling her warm soft skin on my fingers and palm. She was running her hands on my upper neck, shoulders and back. Then, she also slid her hands under my tee shirt from the waist up and rubbed her hands on my back. 

We were kissing, necking is the proper word. My mouth explored the skin of her neck, shoulders, ear lobes, cheeks, chin, and also her nose. She kissed my forehead, and eyes. I did the same. And then we started smooching again. This time it was really a wet sloppy smooch, and our tongues were dueling with relish.

Then she broke the kiss, and said, "Bas, aur nahi (That's it, no more)."

In response I coolly opened the buttons of her shirt, relieving her boobs with stiff nipples that were straining to get free. She tried to stop me, I held both hands with my right hand and opened the buttons with my left hand, and slid my mouth inside, licking her cleavage. I felt her breath stopping for a few seconds. I let go of her hands, opened her shirt further and took her right nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, with her nipple between my teeth, softly biting. I heard her intake her breath sharply and she put her hands on my head and pushed it on her boobs. I sucked, nibbled and licked the whole of her right breast. She was now arching back, pushing her chest on my mouth. I looked up at her, she looked down at me, and I said,"You know what I love about you?"

"What?" she asked, her voice was a bit hoarse.

Giving her boobs some wet kisses I said,"That you always remove your bra before meeting me." I looked up to see her face turning purple.

"It means, that you love your boobs to be eaten by me," I said. And went on to eat her boobs, smashing them with my hands and mouth, pumping, eating, kissing, licking....

"Yes, I do, darling...", she mumbled between her heavy breaths. Her looks were burning me now.

"I need to fuck you now, darling," I said. First time in my life I uttered the world darling. She looked at me, then jumped away from me. With her shirt open from front, her boobs hanging out, she ran to the door, closed it, and bolted it from inside. Then, panting, she went to the couch in front of the sofa, carrying the bangles from table and tucking them behind the cushion, all the while looking at me with eyes that were lighting fire inside me all over, especially my cock. If eyes can say "Fuck me!", her eyes were screaming and begging "Fuck me now and do it hard!"

I could hear her father's snoring before the door closed, now the sound was not that loud. "What if they wake up and ask why the door is closed?" I asked while moving to the couch, all my clothes were now lying on the floor. 

She was lying on her back, with her hands she pulled my shoulder hard, down on her, and said,"I'll say his snoring was disturbing us." Not bothering to analyse if the excuse was strong or weak, I got on top of her, and pushed my cock between her legs. We were dying to fuck, and fuck hard. She opened her legs and put them round my waist. Her pussy opened like a blooming flower, her pre cum oozing out of her cunt lips. I rubbed my cock on her clitoris, and she tossed her head and moaned silently. Then she took my cock in her hand, stroked it a couple of times, and guided it inside. 

This was the second time I was inside a cunt, her cunt, and this was infinitely better than the first time. I could feel her inner skin rubbing my cock head, her muscles clasping my cock squeezing it, milking it. And I rode her hard. She was pushing her crotch up to match my strokes. I was pulling out, and pushing in... it was raw, hard, lusty fuck... and it lasted I don't know how long... until suddenly she stopped moving. I realized her cunt was milking my cock, she was squeezing hard with her inner muscles, but was not moving her crotch. Her mouth wide open, her eyes closed tight, she gave a long groan. I shut her mouth with mine till her groan lasted. She was cumming, with her legs tight around my waist.

She lay quietly, catching her breath, with my hard cock nestled inside her cunt. Her cunt didn't lose hold of my cock, as she opened her eyes and looked at me with the most tender and exalted look a girl can give. I kissed her softly, and said, "picture abhi baaki hai, meri jaan! (The story is still unfinished, my darling!)" She moaned softly, hugged me tight and said,"aur payar karo mujhe. (make more love to me.)"

I slid half my cock out and slowly pushed back, and repeated slowly. Gradually she started responding to my move. I started fucking hard fast again.

'Hmmmm....' I groaned,' I love it inside you...mmm...' My hands were mauling her boobs, and mouth was on her mouth.

Her hands was clutching my ass cheeks and pushing them down on her crotch.

We were panting, and managed to talk dirty between our huffing and puffing.

"Tu ganda ladka hai (You are a dirty boy), jab bhi ata hai mujhe chodta hai (whenever you come you fuck me)," she said.

"Tu gandi ladki hai, main jab bhi ata hoon tu mujhse apna choot chudwati hai (You area a dirty girl, whenever I come to your place you get your cunt fucked by me)," I said.

"Tu chod mujhe (You fuck me)," she said.

"Main ragad ragad ke chodunga tujhe (I'll rub hard and fuck you)," I said.

And we continued humping each other.

She was crushing my back with her nails, and our mouths were eating each other. I was scared she will shout, so I made sure my mouth closed her mouth, and were biting each other mercilessly... eating each other hungrily... and sucking each other thirstily... all the while fucking each other lustily. Until I felt the pressure building in my balls, and pushing it deep in her, she was all wet, having cummed once already, she let me in, pushed her crotch up, and milked my cock as it sprayed jet after jet of hot cum in her... 

The feeling was agonizingly exquisite. I wanted to crush her with my cock spraying inside. She was letting her cum flow while squeezing my cock with all her might. With our mouths clamped together, we were groaning to each other, until our grasps relaxed.

Finally I slumped beside her. She lay next to me, our bodies softly rubbing each other, and our mouths still softly kissing each other. Then she finally said,"You should go now." We realized it was well past eleven, and our maths tuition shouldn't not last any longer.

While getting dressed I realized that the snoring in the next room had stopped, so I quickly made sure that the books and papers on the table should look natural enough to show that we were studying. she softly opened the door, and took the cloth covering the couch to dump it for washing, it was wet with our cum. While going out, the last thing I said (at the door) was," By the way, why did you call me for tuition tonight?"

She smiled and said,"I wanted to tell you that I will not do it again with you!"

"Uh huh..." I muttered.

"Yes, that's what I wanted to tell and end everything between us," smiling that smile that girls give which can mean anything and everything, she pushed me and shut the door. I slowly climbed down the stairs, wondering about the day, and what a landmark day it was in my life...



College Days Ch. 03



Ch. 3 - Stephen's First Butt-Fuck

For the rest of the semester, Stephen and I would jerk and suck each other off almost on a daily basis; usually spending hour's nude in lying in one or the others bed. However, he wasn't interested in trying anal sex at the time, and I wasn't going to push it. He really loved sucking my cock, and he was getting better and better with each passing week. But I was longing to slide my cock into his baby soft, creamy white butt. Thank goodness the semester was ending and I would be heading home for four weeks, as was Scott.

I continued to receive videos of Scott about once a month. The last one had arrived the last day of finals. Stephen and I settled in to watch it just after getting everything packed up and ready to leave for the break. This video was a little weird, as it showed him wearing girl's black, thigh-high stockings while he was bent over a desk getting fucked in the ass by six different guys, and a girl with a ten inch dildo strapped to her waist. Scott has always had a thing for hose, sneaking his sisters' hose out to masturbate in. As I watched, with Stephen licking my cock, I realized that watching the girl was as exciting as much as watching the guys. 

She was holding Scott by the hips and driving the dildo completely inside his ass. He was moaning loudly and she would swat his ass from time to time, yelling for him to "take it like a man!" After several minutes, the girl began to cry out that she was cumming, falling over Scott's back with her make-shift cock buried to the hilt. A minute or so later, she pulled out and slapped the big, rubbery cock against his ass, spanking him until you could easily see red marks across his white butt.

Seeing this caused me to explode a massive load into Stephen's mouth. He did his best to swallow it all, but couldn't keep up and had two streams of my cum leaking out of the corners of his mouth. I then switched positions and sucked the enormous head of his cock, soon to be flooded myself. After that, we both headed to the showers. It was a Saturday, and we were on a three day weekend, so luckily, there wasn't anyone else on our floor, so we walked naked from our room to the showers, carrying only a towel, just in case.

After we had the water had heated up, I looked over at Stephen and asked, "Why don't you come over here and soap me up?" adding, "Then, I'll do you." 

He glanced around as if making sure no one was around, then he stepped into my shower stall, grabbed the soap and began to soap my back, rubbing the soap from side to side until he reached the top of my ass, then he covered both cheeks top to bottom and let the bar slide up and down my crack. I spread my legs wider, hoping he'd take the hint to play with my ass more, but instead he went down first one leg, then the other.

After turning around, he soaped from the bottom of my legs up, soaping my cock for an extra long time, until I was fully erect and near exploding. He then continued up my body until my entire front was covered with soap.

I spun around to face the water, washing away the soap. Then, it was my turn. I started on his front. Soaping his chest and stomach, then dropping to his thighs and legs, skipping his cock for the moment, which was at its full thickness. I then coated his red pubic hair with the soap and took his thick cock, wrapping the soapy rag around it and began to wash it back and forth. He placed a hand against the wall and I knew he was about to cum, he never lasted too long. I continued to stroke the cock until it erupted, spewing his thick cum into of the end of the rag, which I had closed off to not let the cum escape.

After his orgasm, I then turned him around to face the water and took the soapy, cum filled rag and began to wash his perfectly smooth, white ass. I made sure to open the rag and smear his cum up and down his crack. With my left hand, I reached under him and pulled on his hanging balls and softening cock. Pulling it down and back, I was securing it between his legs with my left hand.

Once his ass was covered with soap and cum, I begin to slowly push the tip of my center finger into his ass. He tensed up and started to pull away, but with my left hand pulling both his cock and balls, he couldn't go far. He relaxed a bit and I slid my finger in deeper. Soon, my entire middle finger was as deep as it could go in his ass. He moaned and I began to massage his prostate. His cock began to leak, not precum, but real cum, thick and white. I pulled my finger out just to the tip and inserted my first finger along side the middle one and begin to insert them together.

Again, he squirmed forward. Again, he couldn't go far. Soon both fingers were deep in his ass and I went back to massaging his prostate again and was again rewarded with cum oozing from this cock. I licked the oozing cock head and he then placed both hands on the wall to steady himself and keep from falling over. Of course, in this position, his ass was much more accessible to me and I began to finger fuck his tight butt with my fingers. He was moaning loudly as they came almost all the way out, then I slid them back as deep as I could.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

In a raspy voice he replied, "No, keep doing it just like that."

With that, I slid my ring finger up against the middle one as I withdrew almost completely. When I started back in with the third finger, he moaned even louder and tried to pull away again. Again, he couldn't go far. He relaxed as the three fingers were all the way back in. I twisted my wrist around a bit, letting my fingers feel the inside of his tight ass.

Again, I asked, "You okay, want me to stop?"

Again, he replied, moaning this time, "no".

With that, I began to pump the three fingers in and out of his butt. He leaned forward a bit more, now the hot water of the shower was running down his back. I stood up and adjusted the nozzle away from us, still not letting go of his cock. 

Now that I was standing, it was less comfortable for me to hold his cock and have my right hand slamming in and out of his ass. So, I released his dribbling cock and balls. I then leaned over and whispered near his ear, "I'm going to pull my fingers out now and slide my cock in, is that okay?"

He didn't answer for a few seconds, and then he nodded slightly and said, "Okay, just go slow."

With that, I lined up my cock just below my right hand, and as I withdrew my fingers from his ass, I replaced them with the head of my cock. Now, my cock is not huge in circumference, no bigger than the three combined fingers, so the head slid easily into his stretched hole. Of course, my cock being a bit over seven inches is much longer than my fingers. I pushed forward and by watching my cock slip in, I knew when I was reaching deeper than my fingers had gone.

He was moaning again and I knew that he could feel that my cock was going deeper than the fingers. At the same time, though, he could tell that I wasn't stretching his asshole any wider. His butt was awesome! I had stretched it just enough to make it fit snuggly around my cock, so the tightness was perfect. It also was very hot and felt like warm velvet around my cock.

Soon, my shaved pubic area was nestled up against his creamy ass. I stood still for a moment, and then eased him towards me a bit more, by grabbing his hips and pulling him toward me. This caused him to bend over a little further and I managed another half inch or so of cock into his butt. Again, I stood still and waited for him to get comfortable. I then began to pull out, but only a couple of inches, then back in. With each outward stroke, I pulled a little more out and then slowly drove it back in. 

I was moving very slowly for two reasons. One, I didn't want to hurt him or his beautiful ass, which I hoped to begin fucking on a regular basis. And, two, I didn't want to cum yet. I continued my slow fucking of his ass until I was a point where the only part of my cock in him was the head. Then slowly back in.

I whispered to him again, "I'm going to speed up, that okay?"

First he nodded and then he said, "Yea, that's okay, it feels so fucking good!"

I knew I had him at that point. I picked up my pace, pulling the full length out and then driving it hard back into him. With each stroke, I could feel my hips slamming into his ass cheeks. I could feel the cum building in my balls and knew it wouldn't be long. I grabbed his butt cheeks and spread them further apart, hoping to get another quarter inch deeper into his ass.

My pace was extremely fast and with each drive inward, he would gasp and then moan as I pulled back out. My balls began to tighten up and then I felt my orgasm climbing into my cock. On a deep inward drive of my cock, I began to explode. I continued my pounding of his ass, shooting another four shots of cum deep into his bowels. He was moaning and jerking off his own cock which was still pouring cum from its wide head. I slowed my pace, noticing my cum streaked cock was deflating. I settled for one last push and then just stayed buried as deep as I could go. 

Soon, my cock shriveled back to its soft size and easily slid from his worn out ass. He stood up and turned around; kissing so hard we both almost fell over. We turned the water off and took turns drying each other off. My cum was still oozing from his now closed butt hole, so I inserted my finger tip into him to open it up. I was rewarded with a small stream of cum running down onto his balls and them dripping onto the floor. I toweled off the rest of the cum and we headed back down the hall.

Once we got back to the room, I noticed the clock and realized that we had been gone for over an hour! Stephen laid face down on his bed. I got a bottle of lotion and massaged his back, legs and his ass. He was moaning as I kneaded his ass cheeks, turning his head to the side he said, "I'm sorry it took me so long to give in, but you can fuck my ass anytime you want," he then smiled and added, "I mean it, my ass is yours, just tell me to bend over and then take me."

The rest of that weekend we never dressed except to go and eat, and I dumped at least fifteen more loads of cum into his incredible ass. With at least that many loads being spilled on our beds from his dripping cock. 



College Days Ch. 03



Note: Thanks to everyone for your feedback and encouragment. I know this piece was a long time in coming, but I don't get much time to write. I'm not sure this chapter is as polished as the others (if you can call them 'polished'), but here it is!

Chapter 3

I woke up Monday morning in an intense state of arousal. I couldn't believe what had transpired the day before, and especially the conversation Jenny and I had about sex. Was she actually going to have sex with me? I guess, after the episode with the tanning oil, I didn't need to wonder too much, but it all seemed like something out of a dream, as if it had never really happened. All I could think about was Jenny and Colette and the prospect of finally, after all these years, losing my virginity. 

I looked at the clock. 6AM. The rising sun must have waked me up, the blinds on my eastern-facing window weren't closed. I figured the best way to get this stuff out of my head would be to go out for a good, long run, something I hadn't done since I'd arrived. I put on my shorts and a T-shirt and a pair of old running shoes, did my business in the (thankfully unoccupied) bathroom, and headed down the stairs and out the door. 

The run was good, the morning air was cool on my skin, contrasting with the rest of the world around me which was quickly heating up from the blazing morning sunshine. I got a chance to see the town which I'd only glimpsed on the drive in from the airport. I'm not sure how far I ran, but stayed out for the better part of 2 hours, sometimes running, sometimes jogging, finally walking for a bit to cool down and gather my thoughts.

It really was o.k., I decided, to get into a romantic relationship with Jen or Colette. Trouble was, I seem to have found myself in the awkward position of getting romantic with both of them. What would they think about that? Would Colette get jealous of Jennifer if I had sex with her? Or would she just be happy that Jen and I were getting close? Would Jennifer get upset if I still held romantic feelings for Colette? I hadn't really done anything with Colette, a single kiss, and it seemed pretty innocent at the time. We'd made an agreement, almost a joke, really, to get married if we were both single in 6 more years, but I didn't really take that seriously. I was pretty sure Colette was serious when she said it, though.

I felt like I had to decide. I was pretty sure neither of them had the idea that I'd be "dating" both of them, simply that it would be o.k. if I was involved with one or the other. I guess that decision was already made for me on Sunday when I started getting amorous with Jen.

I walked into the house and both Jen and Colette were sitting at the kitchen table, sharing coffee and breakfast.

"Mark!" Colette said, surprised, "I though you were still up in your room sleeping."

"Good morning to you, too, sis." I grinned, "I woke up with the sun this morning and though I'd take a run. Sure is nice out there early in the morning."

"Want to sit with us and eat something?"

"No thanks, I'm going to get in the shower. I don't think you really want me close to you after that long run." 

Jen and Colette laughed a little and went back to their breakfast. I went up the stairs and hit the shower.

My shower was uneventful. Funny how I'd started cataloguing everything in my head since I'd arrived: caf or decaf? If I managed to complete an activity without anything really weird happening, like Jen walking through the hall naked or Colette kissing me, or both of them trying to pull down my shorts, that was decaf – normal. Otherwise, it was exciting, naked available women – Caffeinated. My shower, amazingly enough, was definitely decaf. 

When I got down the stairs in a t-shirt and shorts, Colette was already on her way to the door to go to work. 

"Oh, Mark, come here for a sec," Colette called. I walked over toward the door. Colette looked very professional in a plain, grey skirt and dark tan blouse, her amber-red hair tied up behind her head in a bun along with her oval glasses all came together in a package and screamed "professor" to anyone who cared to notice. No, I take that back, it screamed "HOT professor" to anyone who noticed, and I was certain a lot of students would. 

"I just wanted to say goodbye before I went out for the day," She said, then leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I hugged her back, thinking it was kind of strange for her to hug me just because she was going to work. I vaguely notice that she was holding me awful tight, her chest pressed into mine. What wasn't vague at all were the warm, wet lips laying kisses up the side of my neck until they reached my ear. I didn't (maybe couldn't?) try to pull back, I relished the feeling of her warm breath in my ear and her tongue tracing the edge of my earlobe. "Have a great day." She whispered hotly into my ear, then pulled her head back and put her lips to my mouth. Her moist lips on mine, a slight drag of her tongue across my upper lip, then she let me go and looked into my eyes. "See you later."

I was too stunned to respond as she gave me that elven smile, then turned and walked out the door. Caffeinated.

I walked in a daze toward the kitchen and found Jen still sitting at the table, looking through a magazine and drinking coffee. I poured my own cup and sat across from her. 

"So..." I started, dying to know if she and Colette had talked about our plan from the day before, "how are you?" I asked, having trouble thinking of any way to start the conversation.

Jen looked up at me, pausing for a few seconds, then smiling, "You might want to wipe that lipstick off your neck and mouth." She laughed.

I was embarrassed. It occurred to me how strange this was. If Jen was interested in me, wouldn't she be upset that Colette had just painted me over with kisses? "Ah, sorry about that," I said, grabbing a napkin and trying to wipe it away. 

"You missed a spot," she said, pointing to her upper lip. I wiped it with the napkin, then took a drink of my coffee.

"You look a little flushed," she grinned, "are you feeling o.k.?"

"Uh, yeah, fine." I tried to change the subject, "What are you reading?"

"Oh, just the latest bullshit theories on global warming," she said, "the guys who write this stuff should really do their homework before they start spouting nonsense to the media. You've still got a bit on your neck, come over here, let me get it off."


I had no idea how to respond to the global warming comment. I didn't know anything about it, so I just stood up and walked over to the other side of the table with my cup of coffee.

"Sit down..." I sat. "Turn your head to the right a little bit..." I looked over my right shoulder and noticed the mid-morning sunlight gleaming off the crystalline water in the pool. Jen wet her napkin with spit and wiped at my neck for a second, it was very maternal, but then again, my sisters had always acted pretty maternal toward me, so I didn't think much of it. She finished my neck and pulled my chin forward with her hand.

"So how'd you get lipstick all over you?" She asked, an amused look on her elfish face, "did you get clobbered with a make-up kit?"

"I think you know exactly how I got lipstick on me," I smirked back, "why are you asking me questions you already know the answers to?"

Jen just looked at me, not speaking.

"What?" I asked, exasperated, "What do you want me to say?"

The same stone faced look. 

"It wasn't my fault," I broke. I spilled everything. "Colette asked me to come to the door and say goodbye to her when she was leaving for work, I had no idea that she was going to..." I broke off in mid sentence as Jen burst into laughter. "What?"

"Marky, you were always too easy." She put her hand on my shoulder, "After everything that's gone on here in the last 2 days, do you really think I'm going to bust your chops because Colette attacked you with her lips in the hallway?"

I thought I'd been confused before now. No, this was confusion. "Jen, I thought..." She put a finger to my lips, not letting me finish.

"Forget about it," she laughed, "I was just teasing you." 

"Boy, you must really be enjoying all of this," I said, "between you and Colette, I don't have a clue what's going on anymore."

"Alright, I'll come clean." She said, her giggles dying down a bit. I loved to hear her laugh, it was like sweet music. After the last few days, she could have killed my cat (if I'd had one) and I wouldn't have given it a second thought. As she was talking, I had trouble tracking the words, I was just mesmerized by the beauty of her face. Her dark brown hair falling to her shoulders in thick locks; her bright, green eyes, filled with laughter; her lightly tanned skin, hardly a wrinkle to be found anywhere. Her cute little nose, her high cheekbones, but most of all her mouth. Those broad, pink lips and pearly white teeth behind them. She had a few freckles from spending so much time out in the sun. I thought how cute it was that she had one just in the cleft of her upper lip. I watched her mouth as she spoke to me and was lost in it's beauty. Definitely caffeinated, and we hadn't kissed or got naked or anything. Just being with Jen and hearing her creamy smooth voice was intoxicating. I came back to earth a little...

"... so I thought when we got back from the restaurant we could either catch a movie or come back here and sit in the hot tub? Why are you staring at my mouth?" Oops. Caught.

"Uh..." Can't speak, too stupid. "I was just thinking..."

Jen cocked her head, "Thinking about what? I've been talking but I don't think you've been listening."

I was thinking too slowly to make something up. "I was thinking you have the sweetest voice, and how pretty your mouth is when you're happy."

I must have done something wrong. That stopped her cold. "Oh my gosh, Mark, were you really?"

"I was just thinking how lovely you are. Your eyes, your face, your voice, your laugh." I could see the look on Jen's face changing, moisture building up around her eyes, a more serious look on her face. "I guess I'm a little stricken after yesterday. I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable." 

A tear escaping from her left eye, "No, not at all." She whispered. "It's just that's about the most wonderful thing anyone has ever said to me."

I was suddenly a little bit embarrased. I'm not really Mr. Romance or anything, I just couldn't think of anything witty to say, so I just said what I was thinking. I guess it must have been the right thing to say. Jen leaned forward and hugged me tightly. But it was different from other hugs I'd had from her in the last few days. Caffeinated? I guess so. But it was more than that, and less. It was different. I didn't feel movement in my groin or butterflies in my stomach, my head wasn't spinning anymore. This wasn't Jen the hot looking girl, this was Jen, my sister, my friend. It was at once more meaningful and less arousing that anything I'd done with her since I arrived into town. I was no longer thinking about whether we'd have sex that night. I was thinking how very much I loved this woman before me.

After a moment, we slowly pulled apart and she looked me in the eyes, not sobbing or anything like that, but gentle tears still falling down her perfect flushed red cheeks. "Mark," she said, laughing a little and wiping her face with the back of her hand, "So help me, God, if what you just said to me was a line you will live to regret it!"

I just laughed quietly, "But Jen, you know it's true, you know how I feel about you. Besides, I've never been terribly good at pick-up lines, and after yesterday, I'm not sure I need them anyway!"

"Damn straight, you don't need them." Jen said. "Okay, so now that I've gathered my wits again, what do you say about my plans for today?"

"Plans?" I asked, I'd missed half of what she said and already forgotten the rest.

"Mark! You are supposed to listen when I talk to you! I said I wanted to go for a walk with you up to the park and maybe hike along one of the nature trails, then we could go for a late lunch to a new restaurant in town, and maybe afterward catch a movie or come back and sit in the hot tub. Don't you remember any of that?"

"Yeah," I said, ignoring the question, "That sounds great!"

"You dork!" She said, and punched me hard in the shoulder.

It was a great day. Jennifer went up to her room and changed into a light and flowery summer dress which came all the way down to her ankles, she looked sweet and innocent, but I knew better. We left the house and walked about a mile or so to the park up on the hill near the water tower. We laid down in the grass next to each other and Jenny put her head in the crook of my arm as we watched the trees above us sway in the wind. We talked and caught up about everything that had happened in our lives in the last several months. She told me all over again the story about how she met Tammy, and added in some choice tidbits about what it was like to kiss another girl for the first time. As she talked I relished the feeling of having her next to me, her hand on my chest, a brief kiss here and there. I'm not much of a romantic, but it was a very sweet afternoon, and I hoped it would never end.

I told her all about how much I couldn't wait to get away from home and go to college and meet new people and take classes I actually liked and get away from the small-town gossip chain. I told her about where my friends had gone off to for the summer and how I wished I could have gone on a trip with them to Florida, but our parents wouldn't help me pay for it. We laughed about old times and generally just enjoyed each other's company.

After an hour or so, we decided to take a walk along a nature trail. Arm-in-arm we walked along the path, spotting squirrels and birds and bees and anything else that caught our eyes. I was like spending the best day of your life with your best friend. Everything was perfect, and I was completely in love with Jennifer, everything she said, every way she moved, was pleasing.

We ate lunch at a strange little hole-in-the-wall restaurant in downtown Ellensburg and she showed me all the, well, not so impressive little stores all over town. There wasn't anything interesting playing at the movie theatre, so we walked back to the house instead. It was a perfect summer day, and with Jen next to me, the grass seemed all the greener.

Around 3PM we arrived back at the house, grateful to get into the air-conditioning. We both had beads of sweat on our foreheads from the late afternoon heat, but even sweaty, Jenny looked a picture of perfection to me. It may have been that, in falling in love with her, I just couldn't see her as anything but gorgeous. I prefer to think that she's just lovely all the time, though!

Closing the door behind us, I turned right into Jen standing before me. She pulled my head to her and kissed me in the doorway, pressing her lips into mine. I could feel the butterflies waking up in my gut again. My hands went around her sides, stroking her hips through the thin cotton dress, then drifting to the small of her back. Feeling her touch on my head and shoulders and my arms wrapped around her sent electric shocks through my body, waking up the desires I'd been barely holding back all day long.

Jen backed off after a few moments, her deep brown eyes staring into my own. Nothing needed to be said, we just shared a quiet moment. As before, we ended up smiling at each other, then laughing. Not nervous, just casual, comfortable laughter. It had been such a wonderful day and I felt so close to Jenny.

"I'm going upstairs to take a quick shower," Jenny said, "I need to cool off a bit and get out of these dirty clothes."

"O.k." I said, just looking at her, thinking she was the picture of beauty. Jen started down the hallway and up the stairs, then stopped and turned back toward me. I was still standing in the hallway in a dreamy haze.

"Want to join me?" She offered simply, as if she were asking me if I wanted to go to the mall or something.

I didn't respond, I just walked over to her and followed her shapely form up the stairs. We walked through my bedroom and into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the doors behind us since we were the only ones home, and would be for a few hours yet. 

The bathroom had an extra large tub with a shower and a lacy white shower curtain. Jen turned on the fan and light, then went to the shower and adjusted the water. I took two clean towels out of the cupboard and placed them on the counter across from the shower, then turned and started taking off my shoes and socks. Jen kicked her sandals to the far end of the bathroom and turned her back to me.

"Untie me?" She asked.

I quietly reached out and moved the hair away from the back of her neck, then untied the strings at her neck and around her waist that held the dress on her. Jen turned toward me, then slipped out of the dress, revealing her lithe body, flushed from the heat of our walk, left in nothing but a pair of flowered, white panties. Her perky small breasts held my attention, they had the most wonderfully large nipples, which were now erect and proudly pointing at me. Jen smiled.

"Are you going to get undressed, or just stare at me for a while?"

"That's a good question," I laughed, "I could stare at you for a very long time!"

Jen reached her hands to the hem of my shirt and lifted it up and over my head, then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts. I just stood there letting her undress me, watching her move, noticing the way her breasts became more prominent when her hands came together to undo my shorts. I was not embarrased about being naked with her this time, I was just completely amazed that I had this gorgeous, loving woman who actually wanted to be with me. As she undid my shorts, the feeling of her hands pressing against the hardness of my erection was nothing short of spectacular. She left my boxer's on, presumably for me to remove on my own, then stepped toward the shower. 

Stepping back from me, she pulled her panties off, letting them fall to the floor, then stepped into the shower. I had to admit at this point I was a little nervous, never having been this intimate with a girl before, I felt a bit shy and just stood there for a moment. Finally, Jen poked her head out of the shower and looked at me.

"Come on, Mark, the water feels great."

"Yeah, coming." I said, in a daze, but still not moving. Out by the pool the other day it didn't seem like such a big deal, I was rubbing lotion on Jen and one thing just led to another. But this was more direct, we were undressing and getting into a shower together. We'd talked about having sex. Was this the time? Was she planning to have sex with me? I was petrified all of a sudden. What if I didn't do it right? What if I didn't have a clue what to do at all?

"Mark, why are you still standing there?" Jen asked, still looking out at me from the shower, "Are you o.k.?"

"Yeah, I just..."

"Mark, I understand if you don't want to go ahead with this. It's o.k."

"No, it's not that," I said, feeling really stupid, "It's just that I, well, I've never..."

"Never what, never showered before?" Jen laughed.

"No, I've never done... this before, you know..." I stammered, looking for the words to say.

Jen giggled, "You are so cute. Are you worried you won't know what to do?"

"Well..." I was getting embarrassed now. I felt a bit flushed. It's just Jen, I told myself, you can tell her. "well... yes, actually, I'm afraid I won't know what to do and you'll be dissapointed in me." There, I said it.

"Mark," Jen said apologetically, "I won't be disappointed in you no matter what. And I'll help you, don't worry, this sort of thing comes rather natural. Come here, let me help you."




College Days Ch. 03



Hey everyone,

I know its been a while. Sorry for that. Even though I haven't been writing lately, I still pay attention to comments and I appreciate them all :)I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think.

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Brady stared at the blank wall. He was way more tired than he should have been, but his new job working for the campus grounds crew was really taking a toll. They were in Ezra's dorm room and it was dark except for the bedside lamp and the gentle green glow of the digital clock displaying 11:58.

Ezra was curled comfortably in Brady's lap, reading and highlighting in a history textbook. Brady sighed and tried concentrating really hard, hoping that the pain in his shoulders would go away. The wall wasn't the most comfortable backrest in the world. It was worth the pain though, to feel Ezra's warm body against him. Brady tilted his head down and took in Ezra's smell.

"Happy birthday," Ezra whispered. "I love you."

Brady glanced at the clock. It was midnight. Brady was officially nineteen. It didn't feel like a big deal, considering he had class in the morning and work in the afternoon. Ezra closed his textbook and let it fall to the floor as he turned to face Brady. Brady kissed Ezra's forehead and hugged him tightly. "I love you more, angel."

"I have a gift for you."

"Oh, yeah?" Brady smiled and rubbed Ezra's crotch.

Ezra blushed. "That's not it...I mean you could have that if you want to...but I got you a present."

Ezra slipped off the bed and went to the closet and pulled out a gift bag with carefully arranged tissue paper. He hesitated. "I don't know if this is something you would even want..."

Brady stood and took the bag from Ezra's hand. He set the bag on the desk and pulled the tissue paper out like an eager child, letting it fly behind him. He smiled and pulled out the gift. A pure white teddy bear with angel wings seemed to be smiling at him. He wanted to say something, but he felt like all he could do was smile.

"Do you not like it?" Ezra asked.

"I love it. Now I'll always have this angel to hold when I miss you."

Ezra sighed in relief and hugged Brady. "Its hard to find presents for you."

"Why is that, beautiful?"

"You're so amazing. You make me happy everyday. You love me so much. You give me all that and so...I just don't know what I can give you that's good enough."

"You give me all that and more. Ezra, you are the only person that has ever been stable. You're the one that I know will be there for me and will love me no matter what. As long as I always have that from you, you never have to give me anything else." Brady kissed Ezra softly, but it soon heightened. Ezra was pressed against the wall, returning every bit of passion that Brady had put in the kiss. All the emotions too great for words were expressed with dancing tongues and roaming, possessive hands.

Brady had hoisted Ezra up onto the bed and was on his way to join him when they heard a loud crash. Brady leapt up and said over his shoulder, "Stay in here, baby."

He opened the door to find Brian in a rage. The crash had been caused by a young man hitting the table in the middle of the room. Brian had a feral look in his red-rimmed eyes as he searched for a weapon. Brady quickly shoved Brian into the wall. Brian's fists flew, a few contacting the side of Brady's head. He could smell the alcohol and it put him in a bad place. They struggled more, knocking over and breaking the coffee pot on the counter in the kitchenette and sending a stack of old editions of the university newspaper flying to the floor.

There was a loud knock and a UPD officer announced himself as he entered and broke up the fight. Brady had a bad feeling.

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An hour later, the situation had been resolved. Brian was being held in custody by the university police and would probably be kicked out of the dorms for rules violations. Brady had been cleared once he had given a written statement of the events of the fight.

The young man Brian had been raging at had tried to sneak off in the middle of the chaos, but Ezra's caring nature demanded that he ask the stranger to stay for a while and calm down.

"What's your name?" Ezra asked.

The boy didn't reply right away. He was rail thin and average height with messy blond hair. He didn't seem like the type of kid that had ever been in any trouble and Brady wondered how it had all happened. However, he knew that this situation would be best left up to Ezra.

"My name is Myles," he finally muttered. "I should just go."

"You don't have to leave," Ezra said.

"Maybe you should have a friend come by and pick you up," Brady suggested.

Myles shrugged. "I just want to get out of here."

Brady moved and blocked Myles' path to the door. "Seriously, call someone to come get you or let us walk you to wherever you need to go."

"I have the phone number if you want for the Campus Safety Initiative," Ezra offered.

"I don't want to deal with the UPD fucks again," Myles snapped. "I'm fine." He stood suddenly and reeled back a little.

"Sit down," Brady said harshly. "Did you hit your head?"

"I might have..."

"What started all that?" Brady asked.

Myles sat down and rested his forehead on the heels of his palms. Ezra stood up and filled a glass with ice and water. Myles accepted the water, but didn't answer Brady's question.

"Were you two dating or something?" Brady asked.

Myles set the water down hard on the wooden arm of the chair and stood up. He pushed past Brady and went to the door. "I'm not gay," he nearly shouted as he slammed the door and left.

Brady and Ezra sat in silence, staring at the door for a moment. Ezra broke the silence with a yawn.

"Do you want me to stay here with you?" Brady asked.

"Please, will you?"

Brady smiled half-heartedly and put his arm around Ezra. They climbed into bed, all sexual feelings left behind, and settled into the most comfortable position they could manage.

***

Myles shivered and rubbed his hands up and down his bare arms. It was an unusually chilly night. His head pounded as he walked toward the parking garage. He felt like there were eyes on him as he walked across the abandoned square. A breeze made him shiver even more and he glanced around nervously, speeding up his pace even more. He was in front of the student center now. Not that far. Just a few minutes and one flight of stairs until he reached his silver BMW.

He reached the stairs and sighed, massaging the knee that he'd had surgery on twice. He could have taken the elevator, but he didn't trust elevators.

"Hey!" a deep, baritone voice called.

Myles froze for a second and then bolted, but his knee locked up on him and he tripped, banging his chin on one of the stairs.

A tall, muscular black man rushed to him. Myles pulled himself up and recognized the navy blue polo shirts. This guy was just a UPD drone.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you like that." He was younger than Myles had first thought, maybe around twenty. He flashed a pearly white smile. "I'm Derek. Do you want me to walk you to your car?"

"No," Myles said, trying desperately not to stare at the massive pecs straining against Derek's polo shirt. "Its just up the stairs."

Derek grinned even wider. "You scare easy. Just let me walk with you. Its my job."

Myles stood and dusted off his jeans. He ignored Derek. He tried everything to keep from picturing the gorgeous man naked. He thought about baseball and his grandma, but none of it worked. Those big, dark arms absolutely rippled with muscle and exuded pure manhood. 

Myles unlocked his car and Derek let out a low whistle. "That's a nice car."

Myles shrugged and didn't respond. "Thanks for walking with me, I guess."

"No problem...you know, I didn't catch your name?"

"Its Myles."

Derek nodded. "Myles," he said slowly in a deep voice that made Myles' skin get hot.

"Bye," Myles said suddenly, diving into the driver's seat and closing the door. Behind the safe shield of his tinted windows he let out a sigh as Derek walked away, khaki pants tight over a firm bubble butt. So many unwelcome images flooded his mind.

***

Brady groaned when Ezra's alarm clock went off. Ezra smiled and hit the snooze.

"Its my birthday, but doesn't feel like it," Brady said. "Skip class with me."

Ezra's eyes got wide. "Brady, I can't skip class..."

Brady did his best puppy dog eyes. "Just once. For me? I want to spend the day right here with you."

Ezra sighed and kissed Brady. "Well...I guess it would be ok. We're allowed three absences before our grade starts dropping, right?"

"Hell if I know. I just want you and me, right here. Touching, kissing, playing around. Breaks for food and naps. All day."

Ezra giggled as Brady pulled him close. He straddled Brady and started to kiss his neck slowly. Ezra seemed very eager to please and his actions reflected that. He kissed, sucked, and nibbled at Brady's neck while his fingers tangled in Brady's hair. Ezra pulled Brady's shirt over his head and flung it behind its back. It landed in a navy blue heap in the corner.

Brady sighed happily as Ezra slid down a bit, rubbing up against the growing erection in Brady's basketball shorts. Ezra slid his hand into Brady's shorts and fondled the warm and growing manhood. Ezra squeaked with desire as he started to kiss Brady's chest and stomach.

Brady felt his toes curling with anticipation and he grabbed the sheets as his whole body shook from the pleasure. Ezra freed Brady's hard cock and started sucking it rapidly, taking Brady in as far as he could and then back up. Brady reached down and affectionately ran his hand through Ezra's hair so he could see his lover's face. Lips flushed red from kissing wrapped lovingly around Brady's cock and deep brown eyes stared up at him adoringly.

Ezra nearly fell off the bed in his rush to remove his clothing. Brady pulled Ezra into a 69 position and tried to focus on returning the pleasure from Ezra's amazing blow job. The moment Brady's tongue ran over Ezra's hole, Ezra shivered and jerked away, reaching for the bottle of lube under the pillow. As he did so, he whispered in Brady's ear, "I want to feel you inside me."

Ezra spread the lube onto Brady's cock and smeared some on his bottom before lowering himself onto Brady. He let out a moan and bit his lip. He started to bounce slowly, his face a mask of pure ecstasy.

Brady watched Ezra as he went up and down. He loved Ezra so much and he loved that he was the only one that got to see Ezra this way, so beautiful and sexy and vulnerable.

"Brady...oh, Brady...I'm gonna..." Ezra moaned and shot warm liquid onto Brady's stomach. He pitched forward and wrapped his arms around Brady.

Brady thrusted his hips upward a few times and then his fingers dug into Ezra's back as he came hard.

They were silent for a moment. Brady let out a whistle and laughed as he declared, "Best birthday ever!"



College Days Ch. 04



Note to readers: Not a lot of sexual stuff in this one, still building the relationships a bit, so if you're looking for the big bang, you'll have to wait for the next chapter... 

Chapter 4.

When I woke up I was lying on my side and looking straight at Jennifer. She'd already been awake and was stroking my hair, grinning. I grinned back.

"Well that was nice," She said quietly, looking into my eyes. I didn't have a response, I still had butterflies in my stomach and was having a bit of trouble with the idea that it had all really happened. I moved my hand under the covers and felt the smooth skin along the side of her abdomen, then stroked up her back. Jen leaned closer into me and kissed me, then pulled back and smiled. 

"We'd better get up," she said, "it's almost five o'clock and Collette's going to be home soon. We should probably be nice enough to make her dinner after a long day at work."

I pulled her close to me, I was already becoming aroused again and would much rather have just spent the entire evening in bed with Jenny. The feel of her bare skin against my whole body was simply intoxicating. 

"Okay," I responded after a few seconds, "I guess we should, but I'd really rather stay right here with you."

Jen kissed me again, "Yeah, me too, but don't worry, I'm sure this isn't the last time..." She smiled her elfish grin at me, "and next time might not be as far away as you think!"

"Sounds good to me!" I said enthusiastically. "Just one question before we get up, though, did you ever talk to Collette about us?"

"You mean about this?" She asked, gently stroking my penis beneath the covers.

"Mmmm..." I moaned, "not really that in particular..."

"Yes, we talked." Jen admitted, "I didn't go into detailed planning or anything, I just wanted to make sure she wasn't going to be upset or jealous or anything like that. I think that's why she gave you a big kiss on her way out the door this morning, just a little 'forget-me-not'." Jen giggled, "I thought it was really funny watching you squirm afterwards, though!"

"Yeah, thanks for that." I said sarcastically. "So... where does that leave us?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're obviously still involved with Tammy, but you and I are... well, I guess we're sort of an item now, aren't we?"

Jen smiled and kissed me wetly on the lips, "Don't worry about it. As far as I'm concerned, as long as everything stays within our little circle, there's no problems. Collette and I discussed it and it's ok with us. But you should probably let us know if you intend to start chasing after young co-eds on campus. If nothing else so that Collette and I will know to give you some room. But no promises I won't get jealous if I see you out of the blue with some young thing on campus. I might go up to you right in front of her and plant a big, sloppy kiss all over you just to mark my territory!" Jen laughed, "Don't worry, we're just having fun for now, if it develops into more, we'll see where that takes us."

"O.k." I said, I wasn't really sure whether to be tense or relieved. While I was glad to hear there wasn't going to be any tension around the house about this, I wondered how it all might work out in the long run. I was so in love with Jen, especially at that moment, but I was also very in love with Collette as well. With my newfound freedom to actually acknowledge those feelings, I felt like I was living in a dreamland.

Jen smiled, then pulled back the covers. We got up and got dressed, well, I did, anyway. Jen simply slipped on a silky robe. I put on shorts and a T-shirt and we went down the stairs to make dinner.

Jen pulled some chicken breasts out of the freezer and went about preparing them, while I tried my hand at putting together a simple salad and some rice. I will still in a daze and couldn't stop thinking about what we'd spent our day doing. Jen actually liked me, loved me, enough to take me to her bed. We joked and flirted like lovers, something I wasn't remotely used to. As I was turned away from her cutting up vegetables for the salad, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me, snuggling into the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. Every touch from her was electric. Just when I got comfortable, she moved her hands up under my arms and tickled me roughly.

I jerked away in surprise, "You're going to pay for that," I laughed. I chased her through the kitchen and into the living room, finally catching her near the couch. I threw her down onto the cushions and we wrestled like children as I tried to hold her arms with one hand and tickle her with the other. We were laughing loudly and didn't notice Collette walking up behind us.

"Well, looks like everything's back to normal here." She said loudly, "Just like back home."

I rolled off of Jen, laughing, "Yeah," I said, "except now I'm actually strong enough to win!"

"Oh really?" Jen yelled back, attacking me from behind and trying to work her hands under my arms again.

I turned around quickly and fumbled around trying to get ahold of her wrists, finally managing to turn her around with my arms around her sides, holding her wrists firmly in place.

"Yeah, really." I laughed.

"Well, it smells like someone's been cooking dinner. I'm glad you two found something useful to do in between finger painting and mud cakes!" Collette grinned.

I twirled Jen around onto the couch then quickly walked back into the kitchen, "I have to get back to the salad," I said.

Jen and Collette followed me into the kitchen area to help out. Collette worked on setting the table while Jen pulled the chicken out of the oven and set the rice on the table. We had a nice meal together, and talked about everything that went on that day... well, almost everything. Jen and I left out the parts where we were kissing in the park, showering together, and teaching me how to have sex. While we both knew that Collette wasn't going to get upset at finding out we had made love a few hours before, we weren't throwing it in her face, either. 

Jenny and Collette eventually got talking about school administrators and how annoyed Collette was that they were switching over the computer systems to some new kind of software. I had no idea about any of it so just sat there quietly engrossed in my own thoughts. They were both so incredibly sexy, it was all I could think about. As the meal wore on, I developed a rather solid feeling in my lap. Collette told us she had rented a movie we could watch after dinner. Seemed like a reasonable idea, and the movie would probably get my mind off of the pressing problem in my shorts. 

"Oh, I really can't tonight," Jenny said, "I forgot to tell you, I'm going to go pick up Tammy and we're heading out to a study group tonight. We have a test coming up next week and need to get all studied up for it."

"O.k." Collette said, "Well, I guess it's just Mark and I then. What do you say, Mark?"

"Sounds good to me." I responded.

Jenny cleared the table after the meal while I went to get the TV turned on and Collette went into the kitchen, then came back into the living room with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Collette had rented Braveheart, I think mostly because she liked to watch Mel Gibson. We put the DVD into the player and adjusted the futon couch so that it was laid out with the back up slightly so we could lounge with some pillows in front of the movie. Jenny got dressed and left the house shortly after the movie started.

By the time the movie was over, we'd polished off a bottle of wine and started on a second. Neither of us were drunk, but we certainly were feeling pretty loose. By the time the credits started rolling, I was lying across the couch with my head in Collette's lap. She was still wearing the same grey skirt and tan blouse she'd left the house in that morning, but had let her hair down and looked absolutely dreamy to me. She had one hand running gently through my hair and the other stroking my back as I lay there. 

"This is really nice," I said, "I could just go to sleep right here and now." When I was much younger, I used to lay like this on Collette's lap while we watched TV. Though I was older now, I still felt comforted by her presence.

I shifted my body so that I was now lying on my back, my head still in her lap, looking up at her and smiling. She kept stroking my hair with her right hand and just laid her left across her stomach. "You really seem to be enjoying my hair tonight."

"What's not to like?" She said, "It's nice and soft. I could spend all night with your hair!"

"Well there's an idea..." I grinned, "but I think the rest of me might get lonely."

"Oh, I wouldn't want that to happen..." I moved a hand up onto Collette's on my stomach and started gently stroking her hand. It all seemed so intimate to me, and once again I was struck by how much I loved her. "I really love you, Collette." I said shyly, quietly.

She gazed down at my face for a moment, "I love you, too." I scooted up a little bit so that my back was in my lap and my head was resting in her arm on the armrest of the futon. "Come here," she said, as she leaned down toward my head and pulled me up slightly to kiss her. Kissing Collette was so natural, our mouths seemed to fit together perfectly, warm, moist and inviting. I ran my fingers slowly, firmly through her hair while we kissed, her hot breath on my face. Her free hand was still on my stomach, stroking back and forth. The kiss was slow and sensuous, and seemed to last for an eternity, which wasn't nearly long enough. She traced the contrours of my lips with the tip of her tongue, and I responded in kind, but we got in each others way and laughed, then joined back in a full kiss again. I could feel her breasts hanging a bit into my chest, everything about her was soft and warm and good, it was simply wonderful. 

She moved her free hand to my face to pull me close and kissed me even more deeply. Collette moaned into my mouth as we kissed. My hand started drifting to her cheek, then to her chin, our tongues slowly dancing together. I let my hand move down further, now stroking her neck, back up behind her head into her hair, then back around to her upper chest, slowly stroking her skin, ever so slightly running just under the edge of the 3 open buttons at the top of her blouse. I was completely engulfed in desire for Collette. I let my hand slowly drift further, our mouths still together, now becoming more and more urgent as our tongues started moving more firmly. From time to time I heard, and felt, Collette moaning lightly into my mouth. I let my hand drift further than I had dared before, and could feel the edge of her silky bra on my fingertips, the start of the soft flesh of her breast beneath my hand.

Keeping the rhythm going with our mouths, I felt Collette's hand move away from the back of my head and up to where my hand was. At first I thought maybe she was going to pull me away, that I had gone too far, but then I realized she was slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse, pulling the ends of it up out of her skirt as the material began to fall further from her chest. I was still stroking the edge of her bra, not daring to go further, but she placed her hand on mine and pulled it up to her breast, firmly guiding my fingers. 

She sat me up with her right arm, which was still behind my head and we broke the kiss, opening our eyes for the first time since it all started.

"Is everything o.k.?" I asked. She just looked at me with her gorgeous, deep, green eyes.

"My arm was starting to fall asleep!" She said as I gazed back at her with longing.

Collette giggled and kissed me again, we could barely keep our lips apart. I noticed now that she was wearing a white, silky bra, which pushed up her breasts and made a lot of cleavage. Her auburn hair was falling down over her shoulders. "You are the most beautiful sight." I said.

"Not bad, yourself," she replied, kissing me once more, "but I think maybe we should slow down a bit." 

"Sorry," I said, a little dissapointed "I guess we did get a bit carried away."

"Oh, it's o.k., it's just that, well, you've only been here two days, and this is a place we've never really gone before, I'm just not sure it's the right time... but I'm as much carried away as you are, if not more." We kissed again, I savored the feeling of her lips on mine. 

"It's alright," I said, still entranced by her beauty and the passion of the moment, "we don't have to go any further, I'm happy just being here with you."

"You're such a sweetie," She said, and gave me a tight hug.

"But," I said, "if we're not going any further with this, I think you'll have to put your shirt back on, otherwise I'm liable to slip..." I smiled.

Collette laughed, and buttoned her blouse up again. We spent the rest of the evening cuddled up on the futon watching TV, kissing from time to time, talking occasionally, just enjoying each others company. While I was pretty horny from the experience, we did eventually just drift off to sleep in each others arms, the TV quietly droning on before us.

It must have been after midnight when I woke up, the TV was still on and Collette was asleep in the crook of my arm with a leg draped over me. I reached for the remote and turned off the television, which was enough to wake her.

"We must have fell asleep," she mumbled, yawning.

"Come on," I said, "let me take you up to your bed."

I got up and helped Collette get onto her feet, then took her hand as we went up the stairs. I took her to the door of her room and was about to go to my own, but she stopped me.

"Mark, come in with me." she said softly. So I followed her into her room, closing the door behind us. "It was so nice cuddled up with you tonight," she yawned again, "I want you to come sleep in my bed, I want to keep you with me."

I smiled, "Sure."

I took off my shirt and shorts, leaving on my boxers, and climbed into her bed. Collette had taken off her shirt and her skirt, now she turned away from me and said, "no peeking over there!" 

I turned my head away, but peeked anyway. She went to her dresser, and with her back still toward me took off her bra and pulled a dark blue cotton nightgown over her head. "You didn't peek did you?" She asked, smiling.

"Yes." I laughed, "but you were turned away, so all I saw was your back."

"That's what I thought," She grinned, "I knew you'd peek."

Collette went to the other side of the bed and climbed in next to me. We cuddled up together and quickly fell asleep.



Collette's alarm clock started playing tunes on the radio at 7:30 in the morning. We had slept the night in each others arms and were still intertwined when we woke up.

"That was really nice," Collette said, running a hand through my hair as we still lay in bed, "you're like my own personal heater in the bed. Can I have you back tonight?"

I just smiled, "I don't know, when we got into bed I was pretty tired, so I fell right to sleep, if we got into bed earlier in the evening, I'm not sure I could be held responsible for my actions!" I joked. 

"Maybe we'll have to test that out soon..." She left off, then pulled back the covers and got out of bed, "I have to get into the office by 8:30 this morning, so I'm getting in the shower... no peeking this time or I'll have to take measures!"

"No problem," I said, "I'll wait to see you naked again the next time you make margaritas!"

Collette laughed and went off to her bathroom, I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom adjoining my room and got into the shower as well, then dressed and came down to get some breakfast.

"So did Jen ever come home last night?" I asked Collette as she came down the stairs. I was pouring water into the coffee maker. Collette was once again the picture of a beautiful professional woman, her hair up, glasses on, tan slacks and another silky blouse, this one dark blue, which contrasted wonderfully with her reddish hair and green eyes. Made me want to take a picture.

"I peeked into her room before I came down," Collette said, "She's not there, so I suppose she must have spent the night in Tammy's apartment. I guess you're on your own today."

"That's o.k.," I said, "It's still early in the summer, I should probably get a newspaper and find a summer job until school starts, earn myself a little money so I don't go broke before school starts in September."

"You might try going into the student employment office and asking if you can get a campus job before you're actually an 'official' student in the fall. I know they're looking for helpers in the library and some of the computer labs. It doesn't pay much, but it's something. There's not a lot else to do around town for a student unless you want to be a waiter or gas station attendant or something like that."

"I think I'll try that," I said, "Can I catch a ride with you to campus?"

We finished eating breakfast and drove onto campus together in Collette's car. She took me into the English building and introduced me to a few of the professors, then showed me her office, which I though was awfully messy for someone who kept such an organized house. Collette closed the door of her office and gave me a hug and an extended kiss, then told me to get out so she could get some work done.

The rest of the week went pretty normal. Jen stayed at Tammy's apartment another night, coming home briefly for dinner and to grab some clothing. She and Tammy were crunching for tests and spending lots of time together, which was fine, since I really needed a bit of a break to get my thoughts straight about everything that happened ealier in the week.

I ended up taking a job in a computer lab, babysitting computers for 20 hours a week for minimum wage. It wasn't much, but would bring in some spending money and gave me plenty of time to browse the web and read books during the day when the house was mostly empty anyway.

I did sleep in Collette's bed for the next couple of nights, cuddled up together as before and engaging in some pretty heavy make-out sessions, but we didn't go beyond that. She wanted to make sure we didn't get into a sexual relationship too quickly and I was glad for the closeness without the confusion of having sex with my sister. We spent our evenings talking, swimming, playing cards, watching TV, that sort of thing. All in all, it was a pretty full first week living with my sisters.



College Days Ch. 04



Hello all,

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Brady got on the Interstate 45 feeder and turned into the shopping center. Ezra's stomach made a little gurgling noise. Brady smiled and pulled Ezra close to kiss his forehead. "I bet that last time you came had less to do with me and more to do with the thoughts of a Chinese buffet," he teased.

Ezra blushed and then retaliated. "I'll never tell."

Brady yanked the keys from the ignition. "Well, I thank you for sparing my pride." Brady stepped out of the truck with a bounce in his step. He was feeling so happy, and he knew part of it had to do with the morning of nothing but love making, naked cuddling, and napping. There was more though. If it was even possible, he was more in love.

Brady and Ezra entered the restraunt just as Grace was getting her change. They got her attention and she waited for them to pay so they could all sit together.

"So, Brady," Grace said. "I noticed you weren't in class today." The smile on her face revealed that she knew exactly what had been happening.

Brady cleared his throat and laughed. "Yeah, sudden sickness that disappeared just now. Let's go get food. Grace, I just saw them bring out some fresh Mongolian pork."

Grace scooted awkwardly out of the booth and waddled off to satisfy her craving for the peppery food. Brady and Ezra shared a smile and followed her to the buffet.

As they ate, Brady noticed Grace looking out the window.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Oh, my cousin was supposed to be meeting me. He's late, but no big deal. I could stay here all stinkin' day."

The waitress came and refilled Grace's glass of water. The liquid was gone before the waitress turned to walk away, not that it mattered to Grace, who waddled as fast as she could to get more of the pork from the buffet. Ezra watched her, smiling. "She's so happy to be a mom," he commented.

Grace returned, sighing. "You know, when I saw that little pink plus I swore I wouldn't be a stereotype. But, yeah, I am. And I don't care anymore."

Ezra asked Grace a few questions that she gladly answered. Things about how far along she was, names for the babies, all the nice gear that Grace's well-to-do relatives had floated her way to get out of a baby shower obligation. Things Brady hadn't even realized Ezra would be interested in. He'd always assumed that they wouldn't have kids, not just because that was biologically impossible, but because Brady had never seen himself as a parent. That was before Ezra. Brady briefly daydreamed of Ezra holding a little bundle of pink and it made sense to him. It felt natural. Ezra was so loving and gentle, any baby would be lucky to be his, and Brady would love and protect anything that was an extension of his love for Ezra. He hoped that one day it would be more than a daydream. With so many children desperate for love, surely at some point in their lifetime, adoption would be possible.

Brady had been so caught up in his thoughts, he hadn't realized Grace pointing out the window. "There's my cousin. Late as usual. I swear, don't know what to do with that boy."

Brady shifted uncomfortably as Myles entered the restaurant. He knew that Myles recognized them by the light blush that faded before he arrived. Grace was oblivious to the fact that they all knew each other and made introductions. Myles kept his face in a mask of indifference. In the past, this would have irked Brady, but now he could understand the motive of confused feelings and made no move to reveal the events of the night before.

***

Myles trudged up the stairs to his apartment. He threw his bag by the door. He wasn't normally a sloppy person, but he was tired. He replied to a text from Grace, lying about a headache and a nap in his future. Well, the headache wasn't a lie, but the nap was. He felt exhausted and yet knew that if he laid down, he'd remain wide awake.

He managed a smile as he tossed a few pellets of food to his hamster, Angie. He even let himself imagine that the look in her beady little eyes was one of gratitude and not the desire to nibble a hole through yet another of his shirts. He watched her stuff the pellets in her mouth and carefully shuffle into her soup can to arrange the pellets into a pyramid. He decided at least one of them should have a good day, so he tossed a treat in as well. The sound of her nibbling filled his otherwise empty apartment.

Even though he knew he wouldn't sleep, he crashed on his bed anyway. He considered crying, but decided against it. He'd dealt with depression since he was about nine. He could get over this funk. He'd done so for ten years, with no one ever having the slightest clue. Except Grace. Grace always knew. Just like she knew about the cuts he hid with long sleeves when they were twelve. And the pills at thirteen. And the drinking at fifteen. And about the car accident that wasn't entirely an accident when they were sixteen. He knew she would find out soon enough about the dangerous, self destructive fooling around. Especially if she was now hanging around with that couple from the other night. But he lied to himself. Told himself he was glad for a rest from her constant mothering.

But he did want her to find out. And to come knocking on his door, ready to do anything to slap him out of it. She would make him a meal, make him go to sleep, be there when he woke up to give him an equal amount of hugs and slaps upside the head. She would put her arm around him, ask him to go see someone about this. He would shrug, claim to feel totally better. He would believe it for a while. But then, he'd be back into the same spiral. It didn't matter how hard he tried to fight it. How much money he spent on new distractions. It never worked. It never really had, except once. After his second surgery, when downing a bottle of painkillers had seemed mightily appealing and Grace had arrived with a box of rodent supplies and, in a smaller cardboard carton with air-holes, there was Angie. At first, he had eyed her with the same smoldering anger and sadness that veiled everything in his life. But then she grew on him. And he grew fond of watching her run around and play.

He sighed and sat up, glancing at Angie's quiet cage. He hated it, but he knew deep down what would take away what little strength he had left. Angie just wasn't playful anymore. She was getting old and had truthfully outlived his expectations.

He felt like he was made of paper. And then he felt stupid for feeling like that.

Myles hated the thoughts swirling around in his head. He wanted to sleep. Though he didn't often allow himself to take that road, he went to his medicine cabinet and took a dose of cough suppressant.

***

He woke up at noon, rolling over. His hair felt grungy. His mouth tasted bad. He went and took a quick shower, but it didn't make him feel better. He picked up the bag of treats and shook it next to Angie's cage. Usually she would peek out of her hiding spot. Cold dread washed over him. He couldn't bring himself to open the cage door.

He dropped the bag, slowly dragged himself to his phone. It was dead. He didn't feel like plugging it in. Didn't feel like doing anything. He wondered when it had happened and felt guilty for sleeping through it. He wondered what he was even going to do. He stepped outside into the breezeway, hoping for fresh air. He glanced out at the grassy area and wondered if anyone would complain if he buried Angie there. And he wondered how he would even do it with no shovel or anything.

He heard people laughing as they came up the stairs and ignored it. They would just pass him by, surely. His apartment was across from an elderly woman and surely they weren't there for her and he knew they weren't there for him. They were probably on their way to the top floor apartments. 

Myles heard a deep voice say, "Go on without me," and then felt a big hand on his shoulder.

He turned around to see Derek's face. His heart raced and he felt his face get hot. "Hey," Derek said. "Thought that was you. Glad to see you're alright..." Derek paused and leaned down to meet Myles' averted gaze. "Wait, are you alright?"

Myles was about to give his standard headache line, but for some reason the truth slipped out in a whisper. "My hamster died." Myles expected to be laughed at. A big guy like Derek would think he was pathetic.

"Sorry about that. I know how that feels. My fish died yesterday."

Myles stiffened, knowing when he was being made fun of. 

But there was something about Derek's eyes when Myles finally met his gaze. Derek wasn't making fun of him, or even joking to lighten the mood.

Derek's eyes were like melting chocolate. Myles felt just fine staring into those eyes. A feeling he'd never really had.

"I love all animals," Derek said. "So it was hard to flush the little fish. You probably think it's a bit stupid for a grown person to be torn up about that."

Myles nodded. He felt a lot of comfort, but he knew that he couldn't let Derek stay. He was still having those stupid feelings. Hadn't the Brian fiasco gotten it out of his system? Or the debacle before that? Why couldn't he stop that self destructive tendency?

Derek patted Myles on the shoulder lightly. "Need any help, little guy?"

Myles shakily said, "Yes." Despite the voices in his head warning him not to. Myles let Derek follow him into his silent apartment, over to the silent wire cage. Derek leaned down and looked inside.

"Want me to get him?"

"Her..." Myles said softly. "Please..." He coughed. He was not going to cry in front of this guy. Or anyone. No one could know that he was so upset about a little rodent.

Derek's large hands were steady as he pried open the door with his thumb and index finger, carefully reached inside, and picked up the soup can. "Got a shoe box?" Derek asked.

Myles went to his closet and dumped a new pair of Converse out of their box. He wondered what Derek would say to the friends that had gone on to do their thing without him. If they would all laugh at him later.

Once Angie was safely in the shoe box, Derek stepped outside. Myles remained in the apartment. He looked at his phone, considering plugging it in and calling Grace. Before he could decide, Derek was back at the door.

"I found this," Derek said, lifting his arm to indicate a garden trowel.

"You don't have to..." Myles said. His voice was so soft, he knew right away Derek would think he was just saying that. But he did mean it. He wasn't exactly used to having anyone other than Grace around when he fell into one of his spells.

Derek flashed his brilliant smile. "I don't mind. I really do understand."

Myles looked at his shoes as he followed Derek outside. Derek insisted that he do all the work. Myles stood awkwardly, trying not to watch the faint shimmer of exertion gathering on Derek's muscular arms.

After twenty minutes of careful shaping of the deep hole, Angie was given a proper burial. Derek even insisted on stealing a smooth stone from the landscaping to mark her spot. Even though Myles knew that the rock would probably get tossed by a lawn mower, he was glad it was there. He thanked Derek for helping out, but saw that the group Derek had arrived with was in the parking lot.

"Thanks again," Myles said. "You should go with your friends."

"Oh, hell, forgot to mention. I just moved in." Derek smiled and stretched.

Myles' heart flip-flopped as he took in just how big Derek really was. "I...I guess I slept through the noise..."

Derek put his arm around Myles. The blond fought the urge to melt into that light embrace. Derek patted Myles' shoulder again and smiled at him. This was a different kind of smile, a private one. Every bit as glorious as Derek's wide grin, but it made Myles gulp for air.

Myles trudged back to his apartment as Derek jogged to talk to his friends. He sat on his couch, not wanting to see the empty cage where his pet had lived for years. He had given up trying to pretend he wasn't sad about it. And surprisingly, though he was still upset, he felt less crazy. Like maybe he wouldn't go into a total tail spin over this.

He finally got around to plugging in his cell phone. He had two missed calls, one from Grace and one from his mom. His mom probably just wanted to know why he hadn't called that "decent girl with a well connected father" so he elected to ignore her.

Grace answered right away. "Where you been, cuz?" she asked.

He hesitated. "Uh...Angie died..."

"Oh, shit..."

"I'm alright." And he did mean it. It wasn't a lie.

"Do you need me to come over?" He could hear the rustle of her trying to find her keys.

"I'm actually OK. A friend helped me out." As he said the word 'friend' there was a knock at his door. He went to see who it was as Grace talked about getting her wedding band back from the jeweler that morning. 

Derek was standing at the door with a pizza box in his hand. "Grace...Grace, someone's here to see me."

He could tell from the silence that Grace had that annoying, know-it-all grin on her face. "Later," she said.

He opened the door and said the best, "Hello," he could manage with his heart pounding rapidly.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," Derek said. "I just realized I had an entire pizza leftover and I wondered if you would want to help me get rid of some of it."

Myles nodded and let Derek in, realizing for the first time how out of place Derek looked in his apartment. He realized no one but Grace and the guy who delivered Chinese take-out had ever even stepped foot in his apartment. 

"Do you want to heat it up in the oven?" Derek asked.

Myles nodded and got a cookie sheet out for Derek, who put the oven on low heat and set the timer. Myles didn't mind how Derek acted so at home. He actually preferred it. He had no real experience at playing host. As he watched Derek bend slightly to adjust the heat on the oven, he was glad. He wondered if maybe this meant he was learning to be less anxious. Maybe he could have friends over. He'd had to make friends first.

Derek caught a glimpse of the empty hamster cage and offered to clean it up.

"No...I'll do it."

Derek shrugged. "Its kind of a sad thing to have to do though. Let me, I don't care at all."

Myles provided a trash bag and a cardboard box and Derek began to clean and store the now useless pet supplies. Myles' phone played the Imperial March from Star Wars and he groaned, knowing it was his mother. He didn't really feel like talking to her, but knew that if he didn't she would just keep calling.

"Hello," he said into the phone. He literally felt like he was deflating. He hadn't realized how good of a mood he'd been in until she called.

"Myles, why haven't you called Pricilla? Certainly you haven't been busy studying and we both know you don't work very hard."

"Actually, I have been studying, Mom...I just don't want to date anyone..."

"She's a decent looking girl. You must not want your father to be governor. He needs her father's support. He holds a lot of sway with the Baptists. You do so little as it is, it's the least you could do. Honestly, Myles, I'm shocked. Your sister is at Rice campaigning for your father and yet you do nothing. I doubt one date will cut into your busy schedule doing absolutely nothing important..."

"Losing signal, Mom..."

"She's decent looking girl, Myles. Are you out of money yet again? I don't see why you cost so much money. Your sister got so many scholarships. I know you aren't that smart, but you never really apply yourself."

"Low battery, Mother..."

"Myles, you will call this girl and you will pleasantly ask her on a date. Once you have a day and time, you need to get here as soon as possible so I can make sure you have some idea of how to act. You're so sullen and disagreeable. I wish we had someone else to offer up. But all that man wants is to set his ugly daughter up with someone. He knows the heifer won't get anyone else. You're probably the best she can do."

"Mom..."

"You'll need a haircut, of course. And probably a shave. I swear, anyone would think you were raised by pigs with the way you act. It is absolutely horrid and disgusting."

"Bye, Mom." Myles pressed the end call button and turned his phone off. He sighed and put the phone back on the charger. Grace would probably call him tomorrow and he actually wanted to talk to her.

Derek was whistling from the bathroom as he rinsed everything off. "Man, parents can be crazy sometimes," Derek commented.

Myles felt like he should make some lighthearted response, but he wasn't in the mood anymore. His emotions had gone up and down so much in the past few hours he felt like he might be sick. He already felt shaky. He hated the constant belittling. Most of it came from his mother. His father was much too cold and calculating for that behavior. So much so, that Myles was almost sure that good ol' Dad knew the dirt that Myles had gathered on one of his main competitors. And there was no way that his father would allow him to drift so far away that he couldn't be bribed and guilted into letting that leak to the local media.

***

Myles was afraid that his nervousness was becoming entirely too obvious. He'd done alright while eating pizza, even managing not to blush when Derek joked about how much Myles could eat for such a skinny guy. Myles considered himself to be about the most inept conversationalist ever, but Derek kept the talk running smoothly.

To Myles' surprise, Derek didn't excuse himself after the meal. Not knowing what to do, Myles flipped on the TV. They sat, watching the first X-Men movie in silence.

It was then Myles realized Derek was very close to him and had a strong arm around him, his hand making lazy designs at the small of Myles' back.

Myles wondered for a moment if he'd just been on a date without realizing it.

At that moment, Derek leaned in close and gently kissed Myles on the lips.



College Days Ch. 05



Chapter 3 – A new butt

After our first time in the shower, Stephen began to ask to be fucked, which was fine with me. Stephen's ass was a perfect bubble shape, smooth, perfect skin, and incredibly tight. At least three nights a week, Stephen would be on his knees, taking my cock up his butt. I usually pulled out, cumming on his beautiful ass, but sometimes I would shoot my load deep inside him. We both still enjoyed sucking and jerking each other off too, that was almost a nightly event, at least until mid November.

As the school year progressed, we had less and less time to play. I had a very tough lab, with a new lab partner, Tim, which took most of my off time. Tim had tried out for the swim team and didn't make it. He was very short, only about five two and very thin, probably less than 110 pounds. He had short black hair, deep green eyes and a perfect complexion, and was actually very nice looking. We were quickly becoming good friends, which caused him to hang out at my dorm room daily. This was of course interfering with the sex that I had been having.

Tim was in the jock dorm, and had a football player as a roommate. Pete was a nice guy, but kind of dumb. Tim said that they got along fine, but they didn't appear to whenever I saw them together. Of course, Pete was four times the size of Tim.

One late Friday night, Tim was at my dorm and we were studying. Stephen had gone home for the weekend for his sister's birthday party. As it was getting very late, and I had a private jerk off session planned for when Tim left, I mentioned the time and suggested that we stop for the night.

In a disappointed tone, Tim replied, "Oh, yea, I guess it is late. I just thought since we neither one had anything to do, I could hang out here."

I smiled and replied, "What makes you think I don't have anything to do? Man I was planning on having hot, wild, sex with myself!" Laughing as I finished up, wishing I hadn't said it.

"Oh, I see, well, go ahead, I don't mind," he replied, turning the deepest shade of red I have ever seen on a person.

Immediately, my cock started to grow. Was he kidding? Did he want to mess around? Did he want to just watch me jerk off? I didn't know how to respond, so I made the most smart ass comment I could, "Well, I would, but as soon as you saw the size of my cock, you want to turn gay just to get your mouth around it." Again, laughing at the end of the comment.

He blushed even darker and replied, "Who says I'd have to turn?"

He caught me completely off guard. I never dreamed he might be gay or bi or anything like that. I glanced down at his crotch and could tell that his sweat pants were starting to rise slightly. Then I realized so had mine! I had to respond quickly, "You know, if you keep saying things like that you'll have to get naked right here in front of me and prove it!" Grinning and laughing again.

"Is that a dare?" He asked a smile on his own lips.

Thinking that now was my chance, I said, "Yea, I dare you to strip naked right here, right now."

He blushed again, but stood up slowly, pulling his sweat shirt over his head. His chest was completely hairless, with a nicely defined chest and a taught stomach. He then undid the drawstring on his sweat bottoms, pulling them away from his waist and gently slid them down his thin legs and off of his sock covered feet. He stood back up, smiled and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxer shorts and slid them down and off too.

As he slid the boxers off, I noticed that his legs were hairless too, smooth and almost silky looking. As he stood back up, I got a great view of his shaved cock and balls. His balls were tight and small, pulled up snuggly under his cock, which was not more than five inches long and about as big around as a thick cigar. His cock was hard and sticking straight up against his flat tummy.

Neither of us said anything for a minute or so, and then I noticed that he was still blushing, but didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me. So, I thought he'd done one dare, maybe he would do another.

"Very nice!" I exclaimed, after my careful examination of his body, "Now, turn around," I ordered.

He turned around, and without being told to do so, leaned over placing his hands on the desk, letting me have a good long look at is beautiful ass. It was heart shaped and very solid, without an ounce of fat or loose muscle. It was actually even nicer looking than Scott's or Stephen's.

"Very nice," I said again. My bravery up now, and my dick, I said, "Now, I dare you to come over here and undress me," as I said this I stood up.

He turned and walked over to me, he was still bright crimson red. He grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, he then slid my sweats down, my cock popping out at him. 

Smiling, he said, "no underwear, how cool!" He then completed my undressing by lifting first my right leg and pulling the sweats off, then the left. We were now standing less than a foot apart naked, except for socks.

He was checking my body out, and my cock was responding, now sticking straight out, with its gentle downward curve midway across it. Precum was beginning to form at his cocks tip, as precum was already dripping from mine.

We looked each other in the eye, and I smiled and asked, "Now what?"

He smiled back stating, "You're in charge, just tell me what to do," blushing as he said this.

I thought for a minute then said, "Jerk me off," as I sat back down on my bed.

He smiled, then knelt between my legs, reached up with his right hand and slowly began to slide it up and down the full length of my cock. His hand was cool against my burning hot dick, and with the amount of pressure he was using, he was forcing a great deal of precum to drip from the head. He wiped the precum off the tip with his hand and used it to lubricate my cock.

He was staring at my cock, and his breathing was becoming faster and deeper. I then whispered hoarsely, "take it in you mouth."

Without even looking up, he leaned forward and slid the tip into his hot mouth. Moving his hand away, he continued to lower his mouth until I could feel my cock touching the back of his throat. I leaned back to get a better look and was amazed that he had taken all seven inches into his mouth. He held his head there, with my dick all the way in, for several moments, and then he began to pull backwards until just the tip remained inside. The air around my cock was cool as he took a deep breath through his nose and once again slid down completely taking my cock in.

He continued to suck me like this for almost five minutes. I'd never felt a blow job like this, it was incredibly soft, yet erotically hot, with deep suction and then complete relaxation.

Finally I said, "You need to stop now," panting, "Before I cum."

He pulled his mouth off my cock and replaced it with his hand, squeezing it tightly. Then he said, "But that's what I've been waiting for." He then smiled.

"I didn't know that you were gay, I never would have guessed it," I said.

Still holding my cock and now gently stroking it, he replied, "I'm not, I'm really bi-sexual I guess. I only started liking cock this summer."

"Really!" I said in surprise, "I've been fooling around for a couple of years with my best friend and now with Stephen," without realizing I had just given up that I was having sex with my roommate.

"Wow! You and Stephen do stuff too?" he asked a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Well, yea, some," I lied. "Not much lately, which is why if you don't stop moving your hand, you're going to have a face full of cum," I added, smiling down at him.

He removed his hand and sat back on his heels. He then looked up and said, "Well, my roommate Pete makes me suck him several nights a week, but that's it. He never touches me."

I couldn't believe what he had said so I asked, "Makes you?"

He blushed again, then got up and sat on the bed next to me. As he started to speak he sounded nervous, "About two months ago, Pete came in drunk on night, caught me jerking off and threw a fit. Of course, I was totally embarrassed, I immediately pulled my pants on and apologized like crazy, and then I left for a couple of hours." He smiled slightly and continued, "Really, I'd been turned on even more getting caught. And, I went to the bathroom before going back to my room, jerked off and then snuck back in quietly as to not wake him up." He then took a deep breath and returned his gaze to my hard cock.
 He went on, "I was worried that he'd tell everyone how he'd caught me, but then I thought what the hell, and everyone jerks off! So, I drifted off to sleep and didn't think anything else about it." He sighed, "then at like, four in the morning Pete was waking my up. He was standing next to my bed, naked; his cock was hard as a rock and was right against my lips. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but then he reached down and grabbed my cock and squeezed the heck out of it and said, 'suck it fag'." He blushed again and said, "I opened my mouth and leaned towards him and started to suck him."

He was slowly stroking his cock now, which I noticed was almost purple from being hard for so long. He then went on. "He let go of my cock and grabbed my head and pulled me all the way up to him saying things like 'that's it you little bitch' and 'suck me deeper cunt'. Before long he pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked his dick off until he shot about three loads of cum all over my face. He then wiped his cock head off on my mouth and wiped his hand off on my chest. Then, he said 'don't clean it off unless you lick it clean fag.'

"What did you do?" I asked, feeling a little bit sorry for him.

"Well, I watched him walk back to his bed, get under the covers and drift off to sleep. Then I wiped the cum from my face and chest and ate every bit of it," he said, smiling from ear to ear. "I just didn't want him to know how horny the whole thing had made me."

Still stroking his cock, he said, "after I was sure he was asleep, I jerked off and came all over myself then licked and all of that cum up too!" He blushed again, "I like being told what to do, that's how I got into guys last summer, I was hanging with a couple of older guys that used to 'make' me do things, they just didn't know that I really wanted to."

He then released his cock and sat back further on the bed and said, "Now, about three or four times a week, Pete wakes me up around two in the morning and makes me suck him off. He never touches me and once I tried to reach behind him and pull him to me, he slapped my hands away and said 'just suck, don't touch'."

I grinned, "So you were hoping I'd tell you what to do?" I asked.

He nodded, blushing again, and began stroking his beautiful cock again.

"So," I started, "you'll do anything I tell you to do and you'll let me do anything to you that I want to?"

He blushed back to the deep crimson he'd been earlier and nodded his head again.

"Really?" I said, and then said, "get your hand off of your cock."

He immediately let go of his cock. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth. It was incredible hot and hard. I could easily take all of it in my mouth. I felt him place his hands on the back of my head as he moaned softly. I continued to suck his cock and squeeze his small nuts until I could tell that he was close to cumming. I then lifted my head off of his dick and released his nuts.

He looked puzzled, and then said, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. I'm just not going to allow you to cum just yet."

He smiled again, "I see."

I then turned around and got on my hands and knees and said, "I want you to eat my ass."

He didn't say a word, but within seconds, I felt his warm tongue running up and down the length of the crack of my ass. Soon, I felt his hands pull my butt cheeks apart and his wet tongue found the button of my anus. He licked and probed my tight whole for at least ten minutes before I had loosened up enough for his tongue to inch forward inside me. He pushed is face further against my ass, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper. His hot breathe was tickling the sides of my ass and I could feel his slobber running down my crack and along my nuts.

After almost twenty minutes of eating my ass, I felt as though as I was about to cum. I pulled forward, pulling my ass away from him. I couldn't believe how awesome that had been. Scott and Stephen had both licked and kissed my ass, but nothing like this.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Shit! Are you kidding me? Nothing! That was the most incredible feeling I've ever had, I was about to cum!" I exclaimed.

He smiled and said, "So, I did alright for my first time?"

First time! I thought he has to be kidding. I asked, "What do you mean first time? I thought you'd done all kinds of stuff before." "No, I only did what I was told to, which consisted of jerking these two guys off and sucking them off and parading around naked for them, that was it!" he explained.

"So you've never eaten a guy's ass before?"

He shook his head no, "But I've eaten a girls ass and pussy before, same thing, just different equipment!" he added smiling.

"Have you ever fucked a guy or been fucked by a guy?"

Again, he shook his head no. He then said, "I fucked my girlfriend back home several times in the ass, she didn't want to give up her virginity, and the guys I messed with never brought up fucking, they just wanted to get jerked and sucked off, and make me walk around naked."

"Well, why don't you turn around, and spread your ass cheeks for me," I asked.

He turned around on the bed and bent forward, his head resting on the pillows. He then reached back and spread his butt cheeks wide apart and presented his tiny hole to me. His perfect heart shaped ass was beautiful, and his hole was pink and very inviting. I leaned forward and began to lick the length of his crack, he moaned. I ran my tongue back and forth the length, delivering a river of saliva. I then took my right index finger and slowly prodded around the hole, working the tip of my finger in his butt. 

He was moaning into the pillow as I began to push my finger in further. Soon, I had more than half of my finger in his ass, I told him to relax and take a deep breath. As he did, my finger slid completely in. I didn't move my finger, I continued to lick and kiss his ass, while my left hand stroked his straining cock. When I felt his anus relax, I began to pull back about half way out, then I slowly slid back in. I continued to finger fuck his ass until I could no longer feel any resistance from his anal ring.

After a few minutes, I pulled out completely, spitting a large amount of saliva into the tiny opening my finger left. I then wet my middle finger and inserted it along with my index finger. Now I had two fingers slowly fucking his ass. Each time I drew them outward, I spit onto them before sliding them back in, getting his ass lubed as much as possible.

He was moaning louder, so I asked, "Everything okay?"

He nodded and replied, "Please don't stop, that feels so awesome."

I smiled, "How about I stop long enough to put my cock inside you?"

"Oh! Yes, please! That would be great!" he said, his breathing labored.

I then adjusted myself on the bed so that I'd be able to fuck him easier. I then reached to the side of the bed and pulled up a bottle of baby oil. I pulled my fingers from his ass and poured several drops of the oil into his still open asshole. I then coated my cock with oil and placed the head at the tiny opening.

I leaned forward, the head of my cock penetrating his tight hole. I waited for a few seconds then began to push forward. My cock was much wider than my two fingers and I was met with very tight resistance. I didn't ease up, I continued to press forward slowly inching my dick deeper into his extremely tight ass.

I was massaging his ass cheeks as I pushed forward. He was groaning and moaning, but didn't seem to be in pain. After more than half of my cock was inside his tiny body, I began to pull backwards, inching my cock back out until just the head remained inside. I dribbled more oil on my cock and his hole and pressed forward again.

This time, he pushed his ass backwards, welcoming my cock. Between my pushing forward and his backwards, my cock was buried to the hilt after about one minute. I didn't move I knew that as tight as his ass was, I wouldn't be able to hold out for long once I started to fuck him.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"Oh, man," he whispered, "It's awesome. I can feel every ridge of your cock."

"So, do you want me to fuck you now?"

He moaned, "Yes, please."

Teasing him, I asked, "Please what?"

He moaned again and turned his head to look over his shoulder at me, "Please fuck me."

"I don't know," I teased again, "I think you just want me to pull out and stop."

"NO!" He exclaimed, again looking over his shoulder at me, "NO! I want you to fuck my ass! Please fuck me!"

With that, I began to pull back until just the head remained inside him. Then I pushed forward as hard and fast as I could. He began to moan, but before he could catch his breath, I had pulled back the length again and was ramming forward. I fucked his tight hole for about five minutes, my hips slamming into his ass over and over. 

"Oh shit! I'm cumming, I'm cumming," he yelled out as I felt his body quiver. I reached around his leg grabbing his cock which was firing load after load of cum underneath him. That was all I could take, I could feel my own cum rising, my balls tightening.

"I'm about to cum, you want it in you or on you?" I asked, panting and barely able to hold back my load.

"In me, in me!" he replied.

With that, I shot my load on a downward stroke, filling his butt with five large shots of cum. I laid across his back, squeezing my last few drops into his ass. As my cock began to shrink, I slowly pulled back, my cock left his tiny ass gaping wide open and I could see my lake of cum. I pushed him slowly to the bed, and watched as my cum dribble from his closing asshole.

"Wow! I never knew it would feel so fucking great!" He said after a few minutes, adding, "My girlfriend always told me it was intense, but I had no idea."

"Glad you liked it," I said, reaching between his legs and scooping up the cum leaking from him and smearing it on his gorgeous ass.

He moaned again as I got up and got a towel. I cleaned his ass and legs carefully, then rolled him over and cleaned up the gallon of cum he had sprayed on the bed. His belly was also coated in drying cum, which I cleaned up.

"Let's go grab something to eat and then come back and fuck some more," I suggested.

He replied, "Cool, maybe I can suck you off later too."

I smiled, "Only if I 'tell' you to."

He grinned and reached for his underwear. I stopped him and said, "No, you won't need those."

We slid on our sweat bottoms and shirts, and then headed out. 



College Days Ch. 05



Saturday. The day started out pretty normal, woke up in bed with Collette, her arms and legs tangled up in my own. I'd been having trouble getting to sleep the last couple of nights because all I could think about was how horny I was laying in bed next to my beautiful sister. Who, by the way, was wearing nothing but panties and one of my dress shirts. One of my legs was wedged between her calves, our bare skin touching. I woke up with a solid hard-on again, driving me crazy. I wanted Collette so bad I could taste it, smell it. I rolled onto my back, Collette close up to me with one hand on my stomach and her breath warming my neck. The clock read 7AM. Saturday morning, no alarm today. The sun was already fighting past the curtains, but it was still a nice twilight within the room.

I wasn't sure whether Jen had noticed Collette and I were sleeping together. Jen spent three evenings in the last week at Tammy's apartment, then arrived home last night well after midnight (I heard the doors opening and closing). She had told me earlier she didn't have any Friday classes until the afternoon, so she was likely planning to sleep in. Unless she peeked her head into my room when she came into the house, or unless Collette had talked to her about it, Jen probably had no clue we had spent the last four nights in the same bed together.

I rolled back to my side, facing Collette. She adjusted with me, but was still breathing heavily, asleep. She moaned softly, but her eyes didn't open. The hand, formerly on my stomach, now lay between us, and I nervously realized it was a mere inch or so from my raging erection. So what? It's not like it hadn't been pressed up hard against her while making out the last few nights, or bumped up against her while sleeping, right? Why would this be any different?

I put my free hand on her leg, which was still draped over my own. The dress-shirt had scrunched up on her during the night and my hand found her bare thigh. The skin was so warm and soft, inviting. I wasn't really trying to make a move on her or anything, I was just... well, I was just fooling myself is what I guess I was doing. I let my hand drift slowly up her thigh and back down again. Smooth, perfectly toned. Here she was fast asleep and I was madly trying to hold back from ripping off her clothes and taking her right there. I wanted her so badly, to feel our naked skin pressed together, our lips locked in a slow, sensual kiss, my hands around her back, her soft, warm, wet flesh covering my...

Gotta snap out of it. We'd talked about this and decided to take things slowly, see what developed. There was still a lingering thought in the back of my mind that this was all crazy, she was my sister after all, and you just don't have sex with your sister. I'd been working really hard lately at shutting that thought out of my head. I wasn't very successful. 

As I pondered all of this, or rather wantonly lusted after Collette as she lay there unaware - I realized I'd been moving my hand up and down her thigh without even thinking about it. I was now all the way up to her bare hip. Wait a minute, why is her hip bare? Isn't she wearing any...? Nope. No panties after all. Just my shirt, which wasn't covering anything below her belly button at this point.

Crazy thoughts, swirling around in my head. I should just get up and go take a shower and make coffee or something. Getting a little bolder, I let my hand slowly, softly, drift up her back under her nightgown. Perfectly innocent, right? I'm just doing what we've been doing all week, not going too far, it's just her back after all, right? Collette's breathing changed momentarily, but then went back to her normal sleeping pace. That was a little tense. But why was I worried about her waking up? I'm not doing anything different than before. I let my hand drift to her stomach.

Collette shifted. I felt her hand next to my hip. Her hand was now directly under my raging erect penis. Not touching, but her palm was up... all I'd have to do is just lean over just a little further and... no, have to stop thinking about this. This is not right. My hand drifted along her hip, up her back, around to her side. The curve of her breast under my hand was downright intoxicating. Just a little further...

Back to her stomach again, just below her breasts. Those breasts, those lovely, round, luscious, lickable... Was it the bed moving or did I just lean over a little bit? Her hand hadn't moved, but was now just barely in reach of my cock, the material of my boxer shorts just brushing her fingers. I wanted it so badly. 

Scenarios. What would happen if she woke up right now? Would I close my eyes, pretend to be asleep? Not very convincing considering my hand under her shirt... pretty sure that's not an accident that happened in my sleep. What if she woke up and felt my cock in her hand? Would she be shocked? Would she get angry? 

How is it that Jen, who had no thoughts of me as a boyfriend or lover when I arrived, had spent a day teaching me to have sex, and Collette, who was suggesting marriage in six years and actually initiated the first real kiss we shared, is wanting to take it so slowly and not sure she's ready to go further with me yet? And if we're not ready to go further, why does she pull me into her bed with her every night? Why does she kiss me so deep and run her hands through my hair? It seemed really backwards. Ok, so this whole thing was pretty screwed up to begin with. 

Thinking better of the situation, I slowly pulled my hand back over her side and down her hip and thigh, while I leaned back away from her slightly so that she wouldn't wake up with my penis in her hand. I'd broken out of the trance and was just grateful that she hadn't woken up at the wrong time and ended up in an uncomfortable situation. 

Instead, I leaned my head forward and kissed her on the forehead. She was so wonderful and sweet and soft, I was truly in love with Collette. She opened her eyes slowly, then a sweet morning smile came over her lovely lips.

"Good morning," She said, "did you sleep well?"

Hmph. Sleep well, yeah, sure thing, I couldn't take much more of this. "Yeah, you?" I lied.

"I slept wonderfully," Collette cooed, "I can't think of a better way to spend my nights than wrapped up in blankets with my favorite teddy bear...". She leaned into me and gave me a tight hug, inadvertently pressing my erection into her stomach. "Oops," She giggled, "Did I disturb something?"

I smiled back at her, my hand pulling the small of her back in closer to me. "No, nothing disturbing here. I wake up this way all the time, nothing new."

"Well, it's good to know you're healthy," she laughed, releasing her bear hug and stroking my chest with her free hand. "But be honest, are you getting any sleep these last few nights, or just lying awake and feeling horny?"

I was a bit taken about by her forward question, but, then again, this was Collette, I wouldn't expect much less. "It's been really nice sleeping here with you," I said, "but I have to admit I haven't been getting as much sleep as usual."

"Well, I guess tonight we'll just have to fix that, won't we?" She said, not explaining at all. She quickly kissed me on the lips, got up and went to her shower without saying another word. I just lay there speechless, and horny. What did she mean by that?

I wished I could follow her to the shower the way I had done with Jen earlier in the week. Not worth thinking about now, I guess, not the right timing. I got up and went to my own shower to get clean and dressed.

Shower done. I dried off and put on a pair of cut-off jeans and a T-shirt, ran a comb through my hair then walked out of the room to go get some breakfast.

"Good morning!" I called to Jen as I came down the stairs. At first all I'd noticed was the top of her head poking out above the newspaper she had held up in front of her. But as she put down the paper to reply, I was surprised to see that she was actually topless, nothing up top except her glasses. The butterflies in my gut started to flutter. 

"Hey, Mark, sleep well?" She asked nonchalantly, as if baring her breasts to me at the breakfast table was the most normal thing in the world. I did my best not to stare and went into the kitchen for my usual: coffee and bagel.

"Yeah," I replied, so distracted by her that I was having trouble forming any thoughts beyond 'wow'. The coffee was already made, so I poured a cup. Got milk from the fridge, added some of that. Started cutting a bagel in half so I could put it in the toaster.

"Are you o.k., Mark?" Jen asked, a hint of humor in her voice.

"Uh, yeah." I said, not turning around, acting as though I was completely mesmerized by the highly complex task cutting a bagel in two. Things were feeling awful tight around my groin. "yeah, slept good." I added awkwardly. I finally got the bagel cut in two somewhat uneven halves, pushed them into the toaster and pulled down the lever. 

"Oh, o.k., you just seem a bit distracted." I glanced back. Jen had pulled the paper back up in front of her, but that didn't really help much as my view of her from the kitchen was at a much different angle than the stairs. Apparently she was bottomless as well. Unlike during our experience together last week, Jen was completely shaved between her legs. Figures, I thought, Jen was neat and tidy regarding just about everything, not surprising that she'd shave below the equator. Her lips were slightly puffy, but closed neatly together between Jen's legs, which were slightly open, most likely on purpose. If I was distracted before, my mind was now quickly going completely numb. I forced myself to turn back to the task at hand.

In robotic fashion, I took a tub of cream cheese from the fridge and got a knife from the drawer. Nothing more to do but wait for the bagel to toast, I faced forward like a statue and concentrated as hard as I could on taking a sip of coffee, trying desperately to think of anything but my naked sister sitting at the breakfast table. Think of anything besides her smooth, slightly tan skin; or the way her nipples stood out proudly from her small breasts in the chill morning air; or the way it felt to have them in my hands, run my tongue along them, kiss her lips... For Pete's sake, when will that stupid bagel pop up?

The seconds ticked away in slow motion as I continued to wait.

Jen had gone back to reading the paper. 

Silence. Long, painful, unbearable silence.

Finally the toaster popped. I nearly hit the ceiling. Gathering what was left of my tattered senses, I picked the hot bagel out of the toaster and spread the cream cheese. Bagel goes on a napkin, cheese goes back in the fridge. The moment had come. I had nothing more to do in the kitchen. A normal person at this point would pick up the bagel and coffee and go sit down at the table, maybe ask for a section of the newspaper, talk about the weather or the latest news. I was frozen. My penis was rock hard. My mind was numb.

I couldn't help but wonder why I felt this way. It's not like I hadn't seen Jen naked several times since I came to live here. It's not like I hadn't actually touched that body, held it close to me, explored every inch on that glorious day last weekend. What the heck was wrong with me? In love? Well sure I was in love, but why the butterfly episodes after a full week? 

"Huh," Jen grunted, "they found a dead giant squid off the coast of California." 

"Huh." I repeated, I felt like swooning just at the sound of her voice. Sweet and refreshing like summer rain.

"I guess it has tentacles as thick as your leg."

"Mmm-hmm." Translation: I love you and I want to spend my life with you, but I love Collette, too, do you mind if we just live together like this forever? Have to get back to reality...

"Completely dead and stiff. Must have seen it's sister naked at the breakfast table or something." My stomach literally jumped in my gut, my cheeks were burning hot. Jen immediately burst with laughter. 

"Uh, maybe so." I laughed with her. I picked up the bagel and the cup of coffee and made my way over to the table. The ice was finally broken.

Jenny laughed and pulled the paper over herself, covering her naked body with the daily news. "Does this help?"

"I guess I'm just not used to seeing you buck naked at the table." I smiled.

"Hey, remember our deal?" She smiled, "I can walk around the house naked, and you can stare all you like." Jen lifted the newspaper and place it on the table, then spread her hands to either side, "Well here I am, naked as the day I was born, stare away!" 

I was indeed staring at her breasts. I swallowed hard. "Yeah, I guess we did say that," I laughed back at her, taking a bite of my bagel. 

"So..." Jen said, evidently waiting for something.

"So... what?" I asked, managing to look up at her angelic face. Her eyes looked back at me, her lips puckered expectantly. "Oh, that!" I said. I stood up from the table and took a step toward her, then leaned over and took Jen's cheeks in my hands, then placed a big kiss on her mouth. "Is that what you're waiting for?"

"It's about time, I went 10 whole minutes after you came down the stairs without a good morning kiss!" Jen teased, then continued, "And on my Birthday, no less!"

Birthday? Oh crap, I'd been so preoccupied with Jen's naked body that I'd completely forgotten. 

"My gosh! I almost forgot!" I said, "Happy birthday, sis." Then, grinning a bit, "You should bend over so I can spank you!" 

"I'm sure you'd like that, maybe we'll save it for later, though!" Jen said. I sat back down and resumed eating my bagel.

Collette finally appeared walking down the stairs, breaking my concentration on Jen's perfectly shaped breasts. "Good morning, sis!" She said as if nothing was unusual, "happy birthday, I see you've dressed appropriately!" 

Collete was wearing a flower print sundress with spaghetti straps and no shoes, her hair was tied in a pony tail behind her head. She was exceptionally beautiful, as usual, but at least she was dressed. Holy smokes, I thought, I'm completely helpless around either of them. Time to man up and open a jar for someone or fix a drain...

"Thank you, sis!" Jen replied back to Collette, who poured herself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee before joining us at the table. I took a random section of the newspaper from the table and started reading any article that happened to be in front of my eyes as I continued eating.

"What kind of cake do you want?" Collette asked, picking up a spoonful that health-nut cereal she was addicted to. 

"Hmmm... I don't know..." Jen said slowly, then, touching my bicep, "I'm thinking maybe Mark here will make me that chocolate fudge cake he used to make... with the ganache frosting?"

I looked up, pleased that Jen was touching my arm, "Anything for the birthday girl," I said, "Chocolate fudge cake with Ganache it is!"

We made some more minor plans for the day and finished up our breakfast. I never did get to the point of feeling totally comfortable about Jen sitting there naked, but I managed to ignore it long enough to eat and have a pleasant conversation. The urgent need to grab Jen and kiss her thoroughly was still there, but less intense.

Collette and I went into town to buy groceries and things for the party. We were out for a few hours, and then returned around 11:30 in the morning to start preparations for celebrating Jen's birthday. Jen and Tammy were both out in the back sunning by the pool together. Of course, both of them were naked, just like the first day I arrived. I had a difficult time staying focused on baking a cake while Collette mixed margaritas from scratch... I kept glancing out the glass doors to the patio to look at the naked beauties in the back yard.

"Best keep your eyes on your task, buddy," Collette joked, "you're liable to screw up that cake if you don't pay attention to what you're doing."

"Sorry," I said, "it's really hard to concentrate with all they eye candy through the window." I went back to putting flour into the mixing bowl.

"Yeah, I can tell," she laughed, grabbing the hand that I was about to dump flour into the bowl with, "you're supposed to mix the wet ingredients before you put that in the bowl..."

"Oops! Sorry."

I managed to get the cake mixed up correctly, then buttered and floured the pans. I was about to pour the batter into the pans when Collette came back over to me, fresh from having finished with the margarita mix she was making.

"Wait a minute," she said, "I want a taste." I dipped my finger in the bowl and put it in my mouth.

"Tastes pretty good," I grinned mischievously, "now you know, so you won't have to taste it! Think of all the extra calories I saved you from!"

"Yeah, right, move over!" She said, trying to get to the bowl. I grabbed it and ran through the kitchen, keeping it away from her. "Get back here, you terd!" She yelled.

I stuck my finger in the bowl and pulled out a big blob of batter, "o.k., come and get it," I said.

Collette walked up to me and put her mouth on my finger, licking the batter off. "Mmm..." she moaned over my finger as she tasted the chocolate, "that's really good." That felt really good, I thought. I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues intertwined for a moment with the chocolate batter, but we didn't get very close because the mixing bowl was between us. Still, I relished the feeling of our mouths and tongues together.

"Okay, you little sneaker, let's get that thing in the oven." 

I went back over to the pans and poured the batter, then placed them in the oven and set the timer. Collette put her margarita mix into the fridge, then came over and embraced me. "You are such a nerd," she said, then kissed me, her hands around the back of my head pulling me closer. We stood there for a few minutes, kissing in the middle of the kitchen until the door opened. Jen and Tammy walked into the house wearing terry cloth robes.

"Hmmmm... and I thought the only thing baking in here was a cake!" Jen said sarcastically.

Collette broke our kiss, then puckered and smacked my lips three more times before releasing me and stepping back. I looked over at Jen and Tammy, both smiling at us, "Hey," I said, "the cake's in the oven, nothing to worry about."

"O.k., well Tammy and I are going to go out shopping for a few hours, what time should we be back for dinner?" Jen asked.

"Why don't you pick up some pizza while you're out?" Collette said.

"That sounds good, we'll be back by 6:30 or 7." Jen and Tammy went upstairs to get dressed, then left the house.

"So," Collette said after they had closed the door behind them, "cake's in the oven and margaritas are ready for tonight. It's only 1PM and we have four or five hours to kill. What do you want to do?"

Actually, I thought to myself, I want us to get naked and examine every inch of each other's bodies with our tongues. Yeah, right. Like I'd ever actually say that. "I dunno, could catch a show, take a walk... actually," I said, thinking of what would distract me from the obvious thing I wanted to do, "I wouldn't mind going for a run, want to join me?" Figured it would take my mind off of all the... butterflies.

"Yeah, sure," Collette replied, "like I'm going to keep up with you on a run, I think you might have me mistaken for Jen! You'll have to do that on your own!" 

"You could always come with me and ride your bike along side?" I said.

Collette gave in, "O.k., that will work, let me go upstairs and change into something more appropriate, first."

Collette and I both went up the stairs, I let her go first, just so I could watch her walk up the stairs. I was hopeless. We went to our separate rooms, I traded my cutoffs for a pair of running shorts, then went down the stairs to put on my shoes. I pulled the cake out of the oven and set it to cool just before we left the house.




College Days Ch. 05



Brady closed the door behind them and gave Ezra a playful swat on the bottom. Ezra laughed and pulled the front of Brady's shirt towards him to give him an equally teasing kiss, lightly biting Brady's bottom lip before he danced out of Brady's reach.

Brady leaned against the door. "Are you challenging me, Ezra Lockheart?"

Ezra smiled mischievously. "I might be."

Brady chased after Ezra, making circles around the tiny sitting room of Ezra's dorm. They were both laughing when Brady finally got both his arms around Ezra. They crashed onto the couch together, side by side. They looked at each other for a few moments. 

"I love you," Brady said.

Brady pulled Ezra onto his lap. Ezra grinded softly into the growing hardness between Brady's legs as he straddled him. "I love you too," Ezra whispered into Brady's ear. 

Brady ran his hand up and down Ezra's back, feeling his warm skin beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, exploring it as if for the first time. He pulled Ezra's shirt up and off and took one of Ezra's hardened nipples into his mouth. Ezra gasped and pressed on the back of Brady's neck, urging him on.

"You're just ready to go, aren't you?" Brady teased as he massaged both sensitive nipples with his thumbs.

Ezra made a needy whimpering sound and dug his fingers into Brady's shoulders. "I want you so bad."

Brady pressed his lips against Ezra's, holding Ezra's hands at his side as they kissed. Ezra wiggled free of Brady's grip and slid to the floor while simultaneously pulling down the elastic waistband of Brady's shorts to reveal his cock. Brady took his shirt off quickly and lifted his ass to slide his shorts down. 

Ezra's lips sliding up and down his cock would always be one of the most beautifully erotic things Brady had ever seen. Ezra moaned softly before taking Brady's full length into his mouth. Brady leaned back and groaned, closing his eyes for a moment to revel in the sensation. He quickly returned his gaze to Ezra, who was now running his tongue down the shaft and slowly back up to the flared head.

Brady leaned down and kissed Ezra before pulling him to his feet. They kissed passionately, Brady grabbed Ezra's ass roughly. Ezra moaned in response. Brady turned Ezra around and pulled his jeans down. Ezra stepped out of his pants and stood with his legs slightly spread and both his hands on the back of the couch.

Brady's finger slid easily into Ezra, who was still slick from their morning encounters. Ezra trembled with desire to be filled completely. Brady smiled wickedly and added a second finger. He moved his two digits slowly deeper into Ezra's tight channel and then removed them completely.

"Brady..." Ezra groaned.

Brady stood behind Ezra, teasing at his entrance with his cock. Ezra groaned again and pressed against Brady, urging him to penetrate. "Please...I need it..." he whispered. 

Brady entered very slowly, listening to the way Ezra's breathing sped up and how he moaned with pleasure when they were finally one. Brady slid out slowly and then back in quickly. Ezra's toes curled and he grunted softly. Brady repeated the process again, sliding out and then sheathing himself again until flesh slapped against flesh. "Yes...yes," Ezra urged.

Brady pulled back quicker and thrust back in completely as he had before. "You like that?" Brady asked, knowing the answer, but loving to hear it.

"Brady...yes!" Ezra got up on the couch with his knees on the seat and his hands gripping the same spot. Brady moved with him, balancing himself in a similar way and started thrusting slowly.

"Faster!"

Brady obeyed.

Ezra squeaked, "Harder!" 

Brady obliged that as well.

Ezra continued to urge Brady on, "Harder...faster...more, Brady." Each time, Brady strove to give Ezra what he wanted until Ezra panted and moaned contentedly. Ezra arched up and the lovers kissed. Brady loved feeling the vibrations of Ezra's moans against his lips.

Brady came hard, sending Ezra pitching forward to his original position as he reached orgasm as well. Both young men were out of breath and collapsed together on the floor. Ezra grinned and tried to catch his breath. "That was fun," he commented, in perhaps the largest understatement Brady had ever heard.

"We need to get an apartment together," Brady said.

"Can I take a nap first?" Ezra replied.

***

A month later, Brady and Ezra held hands and wandered around a small apartment. Ezra was still wearing his T-shirt from his new job at a frozen yogurt shop and he smelled like pineapple.

"We can afford this," Brady said.

"I know," Ezra replied.

"Should we do it?" Brady asked.

They shared a look and then stepped outside to inform the landlord that they had made a decision.

***

Myles heard a commotion outside and hoped that it meant Derek would be going away for the weekend with his friends. He needed a break from the tension and the constant wondering. His mind drifted back to that kiss, as hard as he tried not to let it happen.

Myles had panicked at the kiss. Looking was one thing, but kissing was another. Myles was not gay. He refused to be. It was just a phase. He shouldn't have been enjoying the kiss of another man.

Myles shook it off and stepped outside. He'd started working out, hoping it would distract him from Derek. He'd noticed a lot of definition in his abs and arms, but barely any bulk. Today, he just wanted to go for a run. He liked running best, especially around town. It was easy to just wander around the little college town. He especially liked running past the old prison because hardly anyone ever went there.

When he stepped out of his door and locked up he saw the apartment across from his had the door propped open. The elderly woman who had lived there previously had been shoved into some nursing home by relatives that were tired of checking on her.

Myles didn't intend to linger. He wasn't interested in meeting his new neighbors. It was just his luck that the stairs were blocked as two people struggled to get a couch up. Myles started to fumble with his keys, trying to unlock his door, but he wasn't fast enough.

"Hey," someone greeted him.

He turned around and it was all he could do not to band his head on the door. The three people he didn't want to see were standing in a group.

"Do you remember us?" the smallest one asked. "I'm Ezra and this is Brady."

"Yeah, hi," Myles said. His phone rang and for a moment he hoped it would be Grace, but when he took it out of the waistband of his shorts, he saw it was Pricilla.

"I've decided I'd like you to come visit me today," she said.

Myles sighed quietly. That was her code. Really, she just wanted him to come over so that she could attempt to seduce him into a relationship. Ever since he'd agreed to take her on a date three weeks ago, she wouldn't take the hint that he wasn't interested. She just wasn't his type. She was on the average side of pretty, but it was her personality that threw him off. He was sure some guy out there was into the straight-laced, religious type, but he wasn't.

"Actually, I just ran into some people I know that are moving so I think I'm gonna help out," Myles said. He didn't really want to help, but he didn't figure it would take too long and maybe he could even find an excuse to dive out early. He couldn't take the awkwardness of Pricilla's attempts and decided he would get the best of both worlds if he just claimed to have food poisoning after fifteen minutes.

"Oh...alright," Pricilla said. She sounded a little disappointed, but he was sure she would get over it.

He hung up and put his phone back in his waistband. "Girlfriend," he lied. He wasn't quite sure why he did. "So, do you guys need any help?"

Brady shrugged. "That'd be appreciated."

Myles helped carry up a mattress and was going to skip out when they were walking out to get boxes, but Derek interrupted him before he could get his excuse out. "Damn, it's hot." Derek peeled his slightly sweaty T-shirt off and Myles forgot all about leaving.

The truck bed was empty an hour later. Brady and Ezra excused themselves, claiming to be tired. They thanked Derek and Myles, offering to give them a bit of cash, but both politely refused. The young couple disappeared behind their door in the blink of an eye.

"Yeah, I bet they're tired," Derek joked.

Myles hadn't prepared for this scenario. It was the first time they'd been alone together since the kiss. "I don't know," Myles said. "I'm kind of tired for real though..."

Derek nodded, but Myles knew that Derek thought it was bullshit. "Look, I'm sorry if I freaked you out when I kissed you. I must have misread the signals."

"There weren't any signals," Myles said, slightly louder than he'd intended to.

"Oh, really?" Derek challenged. "I think you're confused, Myles."

"I'm not."

"Then why have you been staring at my abs all day."

"You sound really conceited," Myles snapped.

"Can you honestly say you're not attracted to me at all?"

"Yes."

"I don't believe you."

"I don't care what you believe."

"Look, I've been there. You can't keep lying to yourself. I don't know what your belief is, if you think it's a sin or it makes you less of a man. I just want you to know that hiding from yourself will only hurt you."

Myles couldn't look Derek in the eye anymore. He nearly faltered, but he refused to. He was sure he wasn't gay, just confused, and he said as much. "I'm not lying or hiding or anything. Everyone goes through a time when they have doubts, but I'm straight."

"Alright," Derek said. Myles hoped that Derek would leave it at that and turned to unlock his door. Derek stood closer to Myles and when the blond turned around he had an up close view of Derek's well muscled chest. "If you really believe that, then kiss me."

"What? You can't do this."

"Kiss me. If you're straight, it shouldn't be a problem. So go on and prove yourself."

Myles stared at Derek's lips. They looked absolutely wonderful, slightly parted and full. Myles knew if he kissed Derek then, it would be over. He couldn't pretend he wasn't attracted to the tall black man in front of him any longer. He stood on his tip toes and gave Derek a quick peck and tried to move away quickly, but he couldn't do it. Derek had him pinned to the door and was kissing him passionately right there in the open.

Myles turned around and unlocked his door. He groaned slightly as Derek grinded against his ass. They stumbled inside, slamming the door shut behind them. Myles's cell phone dropped to the ground, but he hardly noticed as Derek's hands rested on his lower back, guiding him to the couch. 

It felt surreal to Myles, to be on his couch kissing someone that was actually good for him. Derek was dominant, yet gentle and that created a feeling that Myles was quickly becoming addicted to. Derek rubbed Myles's hardening cock through his shorts, but made no move to go any further.

Myles had never been more horny. He wanted everything. He'd never felt so much desire and arousal. He didn't care anymore about all his reservations. Something that felt that good had to be right, at least a little bit. Myles unzipped Derek's shorts and flicked the button open. 

Myles hadn't seen too many cocks in his life, but he knew Derek's was huge. It was about as thick as a soda can and Myles could only guess that it was nearly twelve inches long. He just stared at it for a while, for the first time feeling a bit uncertain. The feeling passed and he started to jack Derek's cock with one hand, sliding the foreskin over the swollen purple head and then down.

Derek held Myles's chin firmly and looked into his eyes. "Are you comfortable with this?"

Myles lunged forward and kissed Derek, pressing his tongue into Derek's mouth and shuddering when Derek reciprocated. "I just...I want this..."

Derek pressed Myles back until he was laying on the couch and pulled Myles's shirt up. He ran his large hand over Myles's hairless stomach and then gave both of his pointed brown nipples a soft tweak. Myles arched his back as the wonderful sensation shot down to his cock. Derek continued to play with Myles's nipples, licking and sucking and pinching. Myles had never known how sensitive they were and he thought he was about the cum in his shorts from the pleasure.

Derek pulled at the waistband of Myles's shorts and pulled his cock free. For a moment, Myles was self conscious of his thin six inches, but there was no time for doubt when Derek took the entire hard cock in his mouth. Myles moaned loudly and writhed on the couch. He thought he was about to cum, but Derek held tight at the base of his cock, so though he felt like he was going to burst he didn't.

Myles wanted to return some of the pleasure to Derek. He turned himself around and remained on his back. Derek was up on his knees on the couch and Myles licked at the head of Derek's cock. Myles stared up at him and loved the smile on his face. It felt right.

Derek pumped his cock in and out of his fist while Myles licked and sucked his balls and the head of his cock. Myles ran a hand over his sensitive nipples and down to his leaking erection.

The sight of Myles pleasuring himself while sucking at Derek's cock was enough to send Derek over the edge. Ribbons of white spurted into Myles's mouth and out onto his chin. The taste was almost sweet and Myles let out a ragged cry as he came over his stomach.

This was alright. Myles didn't feel bad like he did every other time he'd ever messed around with anyone.

Derek kissed Myles tenderly and then licked the cum off of his body. It was the sweetest and sexiest moment Myles had ever experienced and he didn't want it to end.

"I really like you," Myles admitted. There was a brief silence where Myles felt more naked than he had at any point in their liaison.

"I think it's obvious I like you too," Derek said with a wide grin.



College Days Ch. 06



Chapter 6 -- Tim and I get even with Pete

My playing boss to Tim was an awesome turn on. He loved being told exactly what to do. He had been coming over to my dorm about three times a week. He'd only come over when Stephen, my roommate, was not going to be around, which I was hoping to change so that Stephen could see his perfect smooth body too.

He came over two days before Halloween and was very upset. He had a slight black eye and a deep red mark on his cheek. I asked him what had happened and he almost cried, telling me that Pete, his roommate who was forcing him to suck him off almost nightly, had slapped him hard the night before when Tim was sucking him off. 

I asked him why he'd been slapped and he said, "I reached my hands around and grabbed his ass, I was trying to suck him deeper, the way I like to suck you. He then pulled away and slapped me hard yelling 'Don't fucking touch me you fag! Just suck my cock!'. He then shoved his cock back into my mouth and grabbed my hair with both hands and really started pounding my face. He blew his load in like one minute, pulled out and slapped me again and reminded me not to touch him or he'd beat the hell out of me."

This pissed me off, Tim is a great guy and only wants to please, but Pete was just a bully. As Tim finished his story, I could tell he had a raging hard on. Tim enjoyed being told what to do and apparently the slap turned him on too.

"I see you have a hard on," I said, nodding towards his tenting sweat pants, "Why is that? Did you like him slapping you? Or just the idea of being punished?"

He grinned and blushed a bit, "Well, honestly, a little of both," he started, "not so much the bruising, but, yea, the being punished part." His cock was now fully erect, pressing against his sweat bottoms.

Smiling, I said, "pull those off," pointing to his sweats.

He pulled them off immediately, almost tripping as he kicked them off of his feet. His cock bounced, fully exposed, his pubic area freshly shaven smooth. I reached over and grabbed his cock and pulled him roughly to me. Stroking him back and forth, I whispered in his ear, "You are about to get punished for getting horny thinking about that idiot roommate of yours."

I then sat down, pulling him across my lap. I wedged his cock between my legs and reached under him with my left hand, pulling his cock downwards so that he couldn't move very much. I then took my right hand and started to slowly rub the palm against his beautifully round butt. I massaged each cheek for several minutes, squeezing them tightly every few seconds. With each squeeze, his cock would jerk in my left hand. I began to squeeze harder and for a longer period, so that when I released his cheek, it was red from my hand pressing into the soft, white flesh.

I then drew my hand up and slapped down hard on his ass. He yelped and jerked a bit. I then began to continually spank his ass, each stroke getting harder and harder. His extremely white ass was now turning bright pink, and becoming redder with each hard swat of my hand.

After almost three minutes of straight spanking, my hand was becoming sore. His ass was crimson red now and showed a few darker streaks that would later turn to light bruises. I was about to stop after almost five minutes when I felt his cock began to surge, shooting his cum all over my calves and feet. As I realized he was cumming, I began to stroke his cock with my left hand, pumping the cream from him as fast as I could.

After he stopped cumming, I released his cock and began to slowly rub his ass. I couldn't believe the amount of heat coming from his butt. Both cheeks were dark, dark red and both were hot to the touch.

I reached over to the night stand and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and squirted some on both of his cheeks. His butt flinched at the coldness of the cream. I began to slowly rub the cream around his butt, massaging his burnt cheeks and soothing the heat away.

"Oh, that was awesome!" he said, "My ass feels so good, the burning, the cream is so cold!," he continued, "I'm sorry I shot off all over you, I'll clean it up for you," he tried to turn his head back towards me as he smiled up at me.

"Yes, you will, but first things first," said, applying a little more cream, "I want to cool this beautiful butt down a little."

As I continued, my fingers slipped between the clefts of his ass. I massaged his butt hole, which began to open up for me. I then slid first one finger in, then another, slowly finger fucking his butt. He was moaning with each insertion of my fingers, his butt clamping down when I would try to withdraw them.

I pulled the two inserted fingers apart and towards me, opening his ass up and I squirted an ample amount of the lotion deep into his open hole. He moaned louder and squirmed around on my lap. I then slid my fingers out and I could hear his ass squishing the lotion inside, trying to push it back up and out.

"Stand up," I said. He got up and stood in front of me, his cock still glistening with cum.

"Bend over the desk," I ordered. He walked over to the desk and bent over it, spreading his legs slightly.

I dropped my boxers, the only thing I was wearing, and walked up behind him. His ass was glowing red. I could see out of the slightly opened blinds that it was a blustery afternoon and there weren't many people walking around outside. I reached over to the desk and moved everything to one side, mainly making sure that I could easily see anyone that might be coming towards the dorm. Though we were on the fourth floor, it would be easy for someone to look up and see him bent over the desk, and see me behind him.

"Lay all the way over the desk, chest flat, and your face turned to the right," I commanded. Which, he did immediately. "Now," I continued, "reach both hands behind you and spread your ass apart for me."

He reached back, grasping a cheek in each hand and spread them as wide as he could. The lotion made his cheeks slippery and he was having a hard time keeping them open as wide as they could go. But, he kept trying, grasping them harder and stretching as best he could.

I slid up behind him and placed the head of my cock against his tight hole, just letting the tip sit against his anal ring. I thought about putting on a condom, and then decided not to. I knew we were both very clean, so I thought I'd just fill him full today. This would be a first, since we always used condoms in the past.

"You don't get hard thinking about that idiot anymore," I said in a strong, harsh tone.

"Okay, I'll try not to get hard again, but I love him bossing me around, just like I love this!," he replied, still fighting to keep his butt cheeks spread open.

"Yea, well instead, you think about my spanking, let that get you hard," I said, "Or, think about my cock head, sitting right here at the opening of your ass," I continued, pushing forward enough so that about a fourth of an inch was now pressed inside his hole.

"Yes, yes, I'll think about that, I promise!" he gasped.

I leaned over him slightly, looking around the yard below and said, "I'm going to fuck you now, no condom, just cock."

"OHHH...yea! Please, please fuck me!" He said, a begging tone to his words.

I moved forward, my cock forcing open his tight hole, the head easing in, his anal ring clamping down around the bulbous head. I kept easing forward, slowly, keeping steady pressure on against him. My cock was slowly filling him. After almost half a minute, I was imbedded completely inside him, my balls resting against his, my pubic bone pressed against his spread open ass cheeks.

I didn't move at first, letting his ass adjust to the fullness. I could feel the warmth of his body and feel the lotion I'd squirted inside him. I began to slowly pull out, while using my hands to help his own, hold his ass wide apart.

He moaned, "OH! OH! Damnit that feels so fucking great! AAGGGHHHH," he continued as now only the head remained inside the tight cavern of his small, burning red ass. I then pushed back in, just as slowly, another long deep moan escaping his mouth. I continued this slow insertion and withdrawal, taking almost half a minute to pull out and half a minute to go back in. He was moaning and pushing his ass back towards me in an attempt to get me to fuck him faster, but I would simply use my hands to keep his body pressed against the desk, not letting him do anything about my slow, deep pace.

I kept this pace for almost ten minutes, having to stop numerous times with my cock head being the only part of my cock inside him, this to avoid blowing my wad. He was now begging me to pound his ass. I knew that once I picked up the pace, I wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

After only a few more slow strokes, I grabbed his small hips and slid back inside him so hard that I knocked several items off of the desk. I then began a furious in and out thrusting, fucking his tight hole, banging my body into his. Faster and faster, harder and harder, for another two minutes or so and I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew I wouldn't last much longer.

I made one last long hard thrust inside him and began to empty my balls deep into his ass. Shot after shot sprayed deep inside him.

He was moaning and groaning louder than before and his own cock was spraying cum onto the floor between us.

I kept my cock inside him, slowing pulling it back and forth until it was completely deflated and slid freely from his now gaping asshole. As my cock dropped free, a river of cum and lotion poured freely from his ass, dripping onto the floor and making a stream down his right thigh. I had him get a towel and clean us both up, and clean the floor. 

"So, you kinda like being told what to do, huh?" I asked

He blushed a little, "Sure, can't you tell? That's probably why I didn't mind dressing in my sister's cheerleading outfit for my mom's friends." He blushed a little more, "I really liked the spanking too, my ass is still burning but it feels awesome."

I thought for a minute, "So, do you care that Pete smacked you?"

He took a second then said, "I don't like being slapped or punched by a bully. I'd let him spank me and boss me around if he wouldn't hurt me."

I sat thinking for a few minutes, and then I said, "Why don't we get even with Pete. We'll make him your bitch for a night and then explain that you guys can have fun without being shitty to each other."

"How?" he asked, absent-mindedly rubbing his ass cheeks.

I smiled and replied, "The Halloween party, we'll get him then. Just leave it to me and we'll teach him a lesson or two." I moved over to him, turned him around and knelt down, gently kissing his burning ass cheeks. They were still very red and putting of a great amount of heat. I kissed and licked on his butt cheeks, cooling them off. He was moaning and had to bend over and grab the desk to keep from falling. I could see his cock was hard as a rock, so I reached between his legs and started to gently stroke him off while I kept kissing his red butt.

Within a few minutes he moaned that he was cumming. I reached my other hand around in front of him, catching his load in my palm as his shot out of his hard cock. I continued stroking until he finally stopped cumming. I then moved my hand full of cum to just above his lower back and poured it against him, letting the thick cum trickle slowly down his lower back and onto his round bubble butt. I then smeared the cum over both cheeks, blowing lightly against the cum for a cooling affect on his butt.

I stood up and said, "Okay, you better get dressed, Stephen will be here in about twenty minutes."

He turned, smiled and reached for his sweat bottoms, not bothering to clean the drying cum that was spread across his bubble butt ass.

Part 2 -- Halloween night

I had a friend that supplied me with a couple of pills that would knock Pete out completely if dropped into his drink. I told Tim the plan and then headed off campus to a local motel. I booked a room, set up a few things for later and headed to the big Halloween party at Pete's frat house.

Each member of the Frat house that was pledging had to dress as a woman. Tim had chosen his sister's cheerleading outfit from school. He was wearing bright red tights, under the short skirt, tight bottoms and a sweater top. He had also borrowed one of her bras, which he had stuffed with pantyhose, for use later.

He told me that several guys had been slapping his butt and lifting his skirt. Several of the other pledges were decked out in maids and nurses uniforms. None were as feminine looking at Tim, mainly because of his boyish looks.

Pete was dresses in a toga and Tim told me that he was naked under it, as Pete had forced him to suck him off before they came to the party.

I gave the two pills to Tim, who easily slipped them into Pete's drink. They have a dual effect; they make you drowsy and horny at the same time so after about thirty minutes, Pete sought out Tim and said it was time for another blowjob. Tim suggested that they go outside to a car, so that no one would catch them in one of the frat rooms. He easily agreed and stumbled outside. I followed behind, waiting for them to get into the back seat of Tim's car. Once there, Pete lifted his toga and shoved his cock into Tim's mouth. I watched from the nearby bushes as Tim sucked on Pete's cock, Pete's head bobbing from the drowsiness of the pills. After about five minutes, Tim rose up and motioned for me to come over.

Rolling the window down, Tim said, "He's out! His cock is still hard, but he's out!"

I got in the front seat and we headed to the motel. It took all we had to carry Pete into the room. Once there, we removed the toga and laid him on the bed. As I put two pillows under his lower back, Tim removed the pantyhose from his bra and began tying Pete's legs to the side of the bed, explicitly exposing his cock and ass. I then tied his arms directly over his head, pulling them tight and tying them to the bed frame. The nylon hose were perfect, allowing little to no movement at all. I then took out the blindfold and ball gag that I had purchased earlier in the day. We secured both on Pete. He was now unable to see, speak or move.

I then set up the video recorder and started it filming. We took a portable razor and shaved his cock and balls, and then Tim used a razor and shaving cream to remove the remaining stubble. His cock grew hard again as Tim manipulated around it and I knew that it wouldn't be long now. Pete's cock wasn't huge, only about five inches long and about three inches round. His newly shaved balls were large and heavy, filled with semen from his early cock sucking session with Tim that ended with him passing out. Soon, his cock and balls were as smooth as mine and Tim's. Now it was time to wake him.

After a splash or two of cold water he began to come to. I let him test the nylons holding him to the bed, and then waited until he began to try to scream against the ball gag in his mouth.

I leaned in and whispered, "Stop struggling and I'll tell you what's going on."

He continued to struggle, so I reach down and grasped his nut sack and squeezed hard. Repeating myself, "Stop struggling," adding a bit more pressure to his balls. He stopped moving and I released my tight grip, still keeping my hand on his balls, noticing that his dick was harder now than before.

I began to describe what was going on, "You are tied up. You are naked. My friend and I have shaved your balls, your cock and all of your pubic hair. You have a blindfold on and," thumping the ball gag, "this is a ball gag which prevents you from screaming." I waited a second before continuing, "You've recently beat up a friend of mine who you forced to suck your dick and then hit him for touching your ass," I dropped his balls and cupped his ass cheek, "sorta like this."

I squeezed his butt cheek in my hand, "You will not do that again," he began to shake his head 'no'. I grinned, "No, you aren't getting off that easy. See, I think that you secretly liked him touching your ass, especially since you like his mouth on your dick. Think how much more fun you could be having." I released his ass and started stroking his cock.

I waited until I heard him moan, then said, "See, you don't seem to mind having my hand jerking you off, so I think you really, secretly want much more don't you?" He shook his head 'no'. "Oh, I think you do and we, yes, there is more than one of us here, and we think you'll admit it soon."

I motioned for Tim to come over to the bed. Once Tim was there, I mouthed my instructions to him and he stuck his finger into an open jar of petroleum jelly and began to smear it around Pete's ass, working it in and out of the crack, and then slowly inserting a finger.

Pete began to jerk against the nylons, I quickly grabbed his balls and began to squeeze hard until he stopped. I then said, "If you resist, I will squeeze your nuts off!" Tim continued to slide his finger in and out of Pete's ass, soon inserting a second and then a third finger. Soon, Tim was easily sliding four fingers in and out of Pete's ass. Pete was moaning with each thrust.

I grabbed the large cock shaped dildo I had purchased and greased it up, then placed the head of it at Pete's hole. I then asked, "Did you like the fingers fucking you? Tell the truth, we're the only ones that will know."

Pete nodded slightly, and I grinned then began to ease the dildo into his well greased butt, "Then you'll really like this," I said. I could feel his butt tense up and his muscles trying to expel the dildo. I eased back a little then shoved in harder forcing about two inches of the rubber cock inside him. He groaned and winced. I then pulled it back about an inch and said, "Relax, this won't hurt after a few minutes and you'll love it, I promise. Do you understand?" He nodded again and I could see his body relax. 

I very slowly eased the rubber cock inside him. With each inch that went in, I'd pull back about a half inch. After about three long minutes, I had all six inches of the rubberized cock in him. I left it sitting there, rotating it from side to side.

Pete moaned deeply and I told Tim to take over. I moved up the Pete's head as I watched Tim pull about three inches out of Pete's lubed ass and then ease the cock back in. Tim continued this pace as I moved up and began to remove the ball gag. 
"Now, Pete, as long as you behave, I'll leave this off. But if you scream, cuss or try to bite anyone in here, I'll squeeze your balls until you cry and then we'll put this back on, do you understand?"

He nodded and replied, "Yes, thank you for taking that off." Then he moaned and sighed deeply as Tim continued to fuck the dildo in and out of Pete's ass.

"So, you do like that?" I asked.

"I can't believe that I do," he said, swallowing hard, "but I love it! It feels so freakin' great."

I reached down and started stroking his cock, tightening my grip on his very erect, straining dick, "and if I do this it feels that much better huh?"

"OH! OH! I'll cum if you don't stop! I never last very long!" he cried out.

"Its okay, go ahead and cum. That's the point, to have fun," I said, continuing to stroke his swelling cock. 

I could tell he was close, so I removed my hand and replaced Tim's hand on the dildo. I pulled it almost all the way out and then slowly eased it all the way back in.

"OH! OH! SHIIIITTTTT!" he groaned! "I'm gonna cum if you keep that up!"

I told Tim to start jerking him off. Tim smiled and wrapped his hand around Pete's cock. I once again withdrew the dildo to the head and shoved it back in, a little harder with each stroke now, almost shoving the base in with it.

Tim was stroking Pete's cock slowly and was picking up pace with each 'OH' that Pete screamed or moaned. After about three minutes of the steady hard dildo fucking and stroking of his cock, Pete exploded. His cum shot from the head of his cock about twelve inches into the air and began to puddle on his stomach and shaved crotch.




College Days Ch. 06



I briefly considered not going back out to the hot-tub. I was feeling a bit tired myself and thought this might be the perfect opportunity to sleep in my own bed and actually get a full nights rest for the first time in nearly a week.

But it was Jen's birthday, and she had directly asked me to come back out after putting Collette to bed. In the end, I couldn't just disappear after she'd asked me to return, not on her birthday. So I went down the stairs and headed for the glass door to the backyard.

The sun had gone down a little while ago, making the backyard rather dim. Jennifer and Tammy were still in the hot-tub together, but no longer just sitting side-by-side. Jennifer was now sitting on Tammy's lap, facing her, Tammy's arms running up and down Jen's back, Jens hands running through Tammy's hair, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. I waited for a moment and watched as I didn't want to disturb them, and, well, frankly, just so I could watch. To this day, there is nothing quite so erotic to me as watching two beautiful young women eagerly and passionately kissing. My right hand absently drifted down to my fully erect cock and lazily squeezed. 

As their kiss continued, Tammy's hands settled at Jen's bikini strap and worked the clasp loose. Her fingers drifted slowly around and under Jen's arm as they continued to kiss, their tongues briefly visible from time to time as their mouths worked together. As her fingers reached the front of Jen's breast and moved the loose bikini aside, Tammy slowly broke the kiss and moved her head down until her lips met Jen's small breast, puckering to kiss her erect nipple twice before sucking it between her full lips. Jen pulled Tammy's head into her chest with one hand while the other removed the loose bikini top from around her head. Looking to the side where she was tossing it, Jen noticed me staring at them through the glass door.

I was a bit embarrassed at having bet caught, not just staring at Jen and Tammy as they were intimately engaged, but also realizing that my hand was still squeezing my own crotch through my swimsuit in full view through the window. Jennifer didn't seem to mind as she smiled at me, tossed her swimsuit top aside onto the patio, and then gestured her finger at me in a come-hither fashion while Tammy's face was still preoccupied with her breast.

Considering the invitation, and realizing that this could be much more interesting up close, I ignored my inhibitions and walked through the door toward the hot-tub. Tammy must have heard the door open as she slowly lookup up from Jen's swollen nipple and smiled at me.

Jen pointed to the patio table as I walked toward them, "Mark, grab those shot glasses and the tequila on your way over." Tammy looked up when she heard Jen talking and smiled at me. 

"Ok", I said, grabbing the tray. There were six shot glasses and a large bottle of expensive tequila sitting on it. One of them must have put it together while I'd been in the house with Colette, because it hadn't been there before.

Jen slid off of Tammy as I approached and put the tray on the small table next to the hot-tub. 

"Now pour six shots," Jen said, "we're going to play a little game." She gave me her winning grin as I opened the bottle and filled all six glasses.

"Each of us will take a turn," Jen said as I climbed into the hot tub, "You have to tell two true things about you and one lie, then the other two guess which one is the lie. Whoever guesses wrong has to take a shot. If someone guesses correctly, the person who lied has to drink their shot." Tammy and I both laughed and agreed to play Jen's birthday drinking game.

"Ok, I'll go first!" Jen said, "Tammy is the only girl I've ever made out with. Collette is the only one I've ever smoked marijuana with. And Mark is the only guy (other than my father) who's ever seen me completely naked."

"That's easy," I said, confident of my answer, "the third one is the lie." Jen smiled.

"What about you, Tammy?" Jen asked.

"Well, I'm pretty sure the first one is true," Tammy replied, "but I don't know about the other two. I'm going to go with Mark, I think the third is the lie. I know you've slept with at least one other guy." That answered one question for me, at least. I was now certain that Tammy knew I had sex with Jen.

Jen just started laughing. "You are both wrong," She said, "take your shots!"

"You're kidding!" I said, surprised, "How is it that I'm the only guy who's ever seen you naked? Which one is the lie?"

"I had sex with one other guy," Jen said, "but I still had a T-shirt on. And I'm not telling you which one is the lie, you have to figure that out on your own!"

Tammy and I both took our shots and drank them down quickly.

"Ok, Tammy, your turn." Jen said.

"Alright. Jen's the only girl I ever had sex with. I spent a night in jail once. And I've never had sex with a guy."

"You first, Mark," Jen said, "I know too much, I don't want to color your answer!"

"Fine." I said, "I'm going to go with the second one as the lie."

"Really?" Jen said, "you really think she's that chaste?"

"I don't want to make any assumptions," I said, "Tammy strikes me as a very nice girl, I can't believe she's ever been to jail."

"Well," Jen said, "I'm going to call BS on the last one. I can't believe you've never had sex with another girl, much less with a guy!"

"Funny girl," Tammy said, giving Jen a kiss on the cheek, "drink up!"

Tammy took two shots off the table, handed one to Jen, and downed the other herself.

"He was right?" Jen asked, incredulous.

"What? Did you think I was a jailbird?" Tammy laughed, "drink up!" Jen drank her shot and then they both looked at me.

"You're turn, Mark," Jen said, "better make them good ones, I know you pretty well!"

"Up until I got here the other week," I said, "I was a virgin. I also had never seen a girl naked live and up close, and I'd never been in love."

"Wow, Jen said, that's a pretty good one. But again, I think I'd better let Tammy go first so I don't influence her answer, I think I know too much!"

"Ok," Tammy said, "I'm thinking there's no one who made it through high school without falling in love at least once, so I'm going with that one as the lie."

"Sorry," Jen said, "I know for a fact Mark saw me naked and up close when he was younger. I'm calling that one the lie. That said, I'm pretty surprised at the last one. You didn't love Kristi?"

"Nope, sorry," I replied, "Tammy, I'm afraid you and I need to both take a shot!" Tammy handed me one and drank one herself.

"So what's the score?" I said, "I've had two shots, you've had two shots," pointing at Jen, "and you, Tammy, have had three. I'm thinking in a few minutes we're all going to be falling down drunk if this keeps up!"

"Pour another round, hotlips!" Jen said, then smacked her own lips to Tammy's, "it's time for round two!"

"Ok, but I think this might be the final round," Tammy said, picking up the bottle and starting to pour shots into each glass again, "I'm already feeling pretty far gone."

"Okay, my turn again," Jen seemed truly happy to be playing this game, "but this time, you not only have to take your shot if you lose, but you have to remove an item of clothing!"

"That's not fair," I said, grinning "Tammy's still got a two-piece on!"

"Now, Mark, shes's our guest, she'll get two chances!" I laughed and conceded, at this point I was pretty sure we'd all be naked and drunk soon enough. Heck, we were already pretty drunk.

"Alright. Let's see..." Jen looked deep in thought for a moment, "I once fondled Collette's boobs, that's the first one. I spied on Mark once when he was masturbating in his bedroom. And I once flashed my highschool gym teacher."

I'm sure my face had turned beet red at the second remark. But I was sure it must be true, because I was rather certain than at least one of the other two was a lie. Try as I might, I couldn't believe that even Jen would flash a highschool teacher.

"I pick the first one," I said, "I don't your hands have been anywhere near Collette's boobs!" I sat back satisfied I must have picked the correct answer.

"I'm going with number one as well," Tammy said, "you were way too timid about touching girls when we first met."

Jen laughed hardily once more. "You're both wrong! Drink up and strip down!"

"Okay, I said, reaching for a glass of tequila, "but you need to explain how it is you came to be fondling our older sister, I can't wait to hear this one!" I drank down the tequila at the same time as Tammy.

"Not until the clothes come off!" Jen said gleefully. "Lose 'em!"

I felt a bit reluctant, but I had agreed to the rules of the game. My cock had been standing at attention pretty much all evening and now it was going to be flying free in the hot tub. I scooted my shorts down my legs, making sure to keep myself under the water the entire time. Tammy, of course, was a different story.

"Well, you might be a little shy," Tammy said to me, "but I've been naked in front of you several times already, nothing you haven't already seen, and most likely stared at!" She stood up and nonchalantly stripped off her bikini, tops and bottoms, without any hesitation. I was now faced with two sets of young perky breasts just a couple of feet from my eyes. Tammy had nice full breasts with large areolas and firm nipples, Jen, as always had large nipples and small, pert breasts. I had trouble deciding which I liked better. They were both fantastic as far as I could tell. I wanted so much to touch them, to kiss them, to feel them close to me. I wondered if I would get that chance tonight.

"Ok," I said, "we're both naked, now do tell!"

"Oh, it's not really that racy," Jen said, "Collette and I were at the mall one time trying on bras and she asked me if I thought the one she was trying on was sexy. I came up behind her, reached under her arms and grabbed one of those huge things in each hand, squeezed them nice and hard, and told her that I was certain the boys would love them no matter what bra she wore!"

"I'm not sure that reaches the level of 'fondling'," I said, disappointed.

"Yeah, I'm with Mark on this one, sweetie," Tammy said to Jen, I think you need to lose your swimsuit bottoms and take two shots to make up for it. AND you have to tell us which of the other two lines was a lie."

Jen laughed, "Well, I may have stretched the definition of the word just a little," She said, "and I'll drink a couple of shots to make you happy, but if you want my clothes off, you two will have to do that yourselves!" 

Jen stood up to grab a couple of shots of tequila. Tammy and I both must have had the same thought in mind, as we both reached out at the same time to grab Jen's bikini bottoms and rip them off of her. We didn't succeed at first in doing anything other than knocking all three of us over into the hot tub on top of Jennifer. The booze had pretty much taken away any inherent balance we had earlier in the evening, so it wasn't surprising we couldn't sit in the hot tub without falling over! 

Not that I minded all that much. Tammy and I both attacked Jennifer and eventually managed to get her suit off of her and toss it to the side of the tub. And to make things even better, in the midst of it I got knocked back and forth against both Jen and Tammy's naked bodies more times than I could count, and I was enjoying every minute of it.

Having removed the offending cloth from Jen's body, Tammy and I both looked up at each other and laughed, then gave each other a high-five. Evidently Tammy had plans that went way beyond getting Jen's suit off, however. Before I knew it, her ample breasts were pressing into my chest, her arms were wrapped around my shoulders, and her tongue was diving into my mouth. If I'd been sober, I might have resisted a little out of sheer shock if nothing else, but in my drunken state, I had no such inhibitions. 

Kneeling in the hot tub with Jens legs tangled up between us, I put my arms around Tammy as well and threw myself into the kiss completely. The sexual tension I'd been feeling most of the day, combined with the copious amounts of alcohol, were finally let loose and it was all I could do not to bulldoze her over. Fortunately, Tammy was feeling just as forward and she wasted no time running her hand down my back and around to grasp my rock hard cock as one of my hands found it's way around to her breast and the other slid down to massage her shapely hips and ass. 

As Tammy and I desperately groped each other, Jen managed to wiggle her legs out from between us and kneel up next to us. I soon felt a third hand on my body running from my butt all the way up to my head, where she pulled my chin away from Tammy's mouth so she could kiss me herself. 

As Jen's tongue parted my lips, Tammy tilted her head and kissed me on the cheek, then my ear, which sent electric pulses down my spine, Tammy moved to my neck, working her way down to my chest where I felt her teeth bite gently on my nipple and her tongue exploring all over my upper body.

Jen reached a hand down and brought Tammy's face up to ours, then started kissing Tammy while her other hand found it's way down to my penis, joining Tammy's, one stroking my cock, the other massaging my balls. I kissed Tammy's neck and then moved lower, sucking one of her large nipples into my mouth and lingering there for a moment. Turning my head, I did the same to Jen, relishing the differences between the two gorgeous women.

It was about this time I realized I wasn't going to make it much longer. Fortunately, through quite drunk, I had the presence of mind to say something.

"Uhm, girls?" I said, meekly, "I hate to say this, but if we don't slow down like right now, there's going to be some bodily fluid floating around the hot tub..."

Jen and Tammy broke their kiss and laughed, "Ok," Jen said, "We should probably get out of the hot tub." That seemed to break the spell. I was a little disappointed, but I figured I could take care of things myself later anyway.

We all three got out of the tub, smiling and laughing about the rather interesting position we'd found ourselves in. The girls each put on their white robes and I grabbed my towel, wrapping it around my waist. The three of us then made our way into the house and closed the door behind us. 

I followed the two of them up the stairs and when we got to the top, we all turned to the left where the doors to both my bedroom and Jen's bedroom were located. Both girls passed by my door, but when I got there I turned to it and started opening it up, resigning myself that the fantasy was over.

"Where are you going?" Jen asked, "come into my room, my bed's nicer than yours."

What? Did I hear that right? In my drunken stupor I had a bit of a delay in processing that I had just been invited to a threesome in Jen's bedroom.

"Oh, I thought..." I started, not really sure what to say.

"You thought we were all just going to sleep after that?" Jen laughed softly, "I don't think so," she said, opening her door, "get your butt in here, we need you!"

Far be it from me to disobey my older sister, right? I grinned from ear to ear and followed them into Jen's bedroom, closing the door behind me.

As I walked into the room, Jen turned toward Tammy and locked their lips together, while her hands moved to the belt of Tammy's bathrobe. I simply stood and watched, not believing my good fortune, while Jen slid the bathrobe off of Tammy's shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Tammy did the same to Jen, and I stared outright as their two naked bodies embraced and they made out in front of me. I was vaguely aware that my towel was feeling very heavy against my straining erection.

Jen turned to me and smiled. She walked three steps to me, whipped off my towel, then grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me over to the bed and down on my back. 

"Come here Tammy," Jen said while pushing me back further so I was lying completely on the bed on my back, "why don't you help me out here?" Jen climbed up on the bed next to me and grabbed my hard cock.

Tammy walked over and climbed onto the bed, kneeling on the opposite side of me from Jen. "What do you want me to do?"

"Is it true you've never had sex with a guy?" Jen asked, gently stroking up and down with her hand.

Tammy laughed, "Yes, it's true. Actually," she reached down and cupped my balls with her hand while Jen continued stroking, "this is the closest I've ever been."

I might have objected and become all chivalrous if it hadn't been for the fact that I was both drunk and horny out of my mind. At the moment, all I could think about was that there were two gorgeous women next to me on a bed, naked, and interested in fooling around. I stretched out my arms to either side, running each one over a different girls ass and hips. I nearly came right there.

"I've gotta admit to you two," I said, "I may not last long in my current state, but don't let me stop you!" I laughed.

Jen looked at me with a mischievous grin, then turned to Tammy, "Kiss me," she said, then leaned over me and kissed Tammy. Watching their lips and tongues intertwine, I was in heaven, and about to burst. Jen finished the kiss.

"I'm going to let him release, then we can work him back up and have some fun, ok?" Jen said. Tammy simply nodded, watching Jen while her own hand continued to knead my testicles.

"Feel free to do whatever you want to him," Jen said, "especially with your lips. Pretty much anything you do right now with your lips he'll love." With that, Jen leaned down and started placing warm, wet kisses on my stomach, just below my navel. Tammy took her cue and leaned over my chest, her red hair falling all around and tickling me while her mouth began places very warm and very moist kisses all over my upper body.

Jen slowly worked her way down as Tammy worked her way up, and almost as if it were coordinated, Tammy's lips met mine as Jen's lips met the tip of my penis. I welcomed Tammy's tongue between my lips while Jen slowly let her mouth engulf my entire cock all the way down to the base, then slowly came back up. She did this several times while Tammy kissed me and that's all it took for me to completely lose it. I grasped Tammy's head and pressed her mouth to mine as my whole body tensed, shooting pulse after pulse of sweet release into the incredible pleasure of Jen's mouth. I don't think I'd ever come so hard in my entire life.

When it was over, Jen stroked my stomach and leg a few times with her hand before getting up to spit into a towel. Tammy continued kissing me, her hands running over my body as my own hands caressed her breasts and back. She had scooted over to the point that she was nearly on top of me. We just kept kissing. Jen had been right, her lips were incredibly juicy. I loved the way they felt sliding back and forth across my tongue and my own lips. I loved the way her skin was so smooth and the feeling of her breasts brushing across my arm and chest as she moved back and forth, totally engaged in our kiss. 

I felt the bed moving and noticed that Jen was scooting up next to me. I opened my eyes briefly and saw that she was lying on her back next to me, scooting herself head first underneath Tammy. When she stopped, her head was between Tammy's legs, and her legs were next to my head. Tammy moaned into my mouth and reached down to stroke my semi-flaccid cock as Jen stuffed a small pillow under her head. I broke the kiss and looked down briefly. Between Tammy's big, sqeezable breasts, I could see Jen's small breasts rising and falling, and beyond that her chin rising up and down, locked in place over Tammy's neatly shaved mound. Spent or not, my cock once more rose to attention in Tammy's grasp. 

Tammy kissed me again, hard and long, while Jen worked away between her legs. After a few minutes, with a final thrust of her tongue, Tammy pulled her head away from mine and began kissing Jen's thigh, her tongue tracing a line from my shoulder all the way to her inner thigh, then sinking between the bare, pink, swollen folds of Jen's waiting vagina. Both women let out moans of pleasure as they continued pleasuring each other right next to me.




College Days Ch. 06



Hello my lovely readers,

Well, in case you didn't read my collaboration with Gweall (and you should) this is going to be my last post for a while. Though it's short, I think it will be satisfying.

Love&Rockets,

Kitten2010

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Brady kissed Ezra's forehead, but let his love stay asleep as he slid out of the bed and went to start breakfast. He turned on the TV for background noise as he started to break eggs into a bowl. He whisked them with a fork and tried to decide if there was enough cheese for omelets. He glanced over at the television. The headline scrolling beneath the reporter gave him pause.

He hadn't thought about the Army in a while, knowing that Ezra needed him. But then again, they hadn't discussed it in a while and he'd almost stopped thinking about it. Occasionally, he saw the ROTC guys on campus and he'd start to wonder if he was on the wrong path, but he'd just chalked that up to his growing dislike for exams and classrooms.

Brady listened to the reporter give the details about the repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell. He couldn't help but think about enlisting again, but it seemed like such a large decision to make. Mentally, he started to make one of the pro-con lists that he liked to playfully tease Ezra about.

On one hand, he really didn't like school. It wasn't that his grades were bad, he had a solid B average. He just didn't like being in the classroom. He didn't feel like he was going anywhere. He still had no goals in mind. He had no motivation to return for a second semester, beyond having no other ideas.

On the other hand, Brady had always had no problem imagining himself in the military. He felt like he could really succeed in that environment. Beyond that, he now saw it as an opportunity. Perhaps he could change some perceptions of homosexuality if he served openly.

Deep down, he knew that his decision was clear. He just didn't know how he was going to tell Ezra.

"Happy anniversary," Ezra said sleepily, shuffling into the kitchen and rubbing his eyes.

Brady cocked an eyebrow. He'd known that the date was fast approaching and had been sure to remind himself every day. "Baby, that's not for a few more days."

Ezra shook his head. "This is the day that you first talked to me. It's the anniversary of the day that I started healing." He blushed a bit at the emotional statement.

Brady pulled Ezra against his bare chest, kissing the top of his head. He felt a jolt deep down. How was he going to tell Ezra? He decided to put it off for a while, a choice that was aided as Ezra started to kiss Brady softly.

He could feel his boyfriend growing aroused and Brady didn't want things to escalate when he knew the serious and possibly painful conversation was coming. "Can we talk?"

Ezra nodded and sat in one of the mismatching chairs at the kitchen table. Brady remained standing. Ezra gasped when Brady told him what it was he had in mind, but listened to Brady's entire reasoning before responding. "Brady, when you asked me before I wasn't strong enough to be without you. I don't know if I am now but I think that I could learn to be."

"Angel, you are strong," Brady said. "You have no idea."

Ezra smiled and sniffed a bit, looking up at the ceiling as he always did when he was trying not to cry. "I'm scared," he admitted.

"I am too," Brady replied. "But this is the only thing I've ever really felt so strongly about when it comes to careers."

Ezra nodded. "You'll look funny with that hair cut though."

Brady laughed and took Ezra's hand. "Do you realize how many times a day you make me want to kiss you?" He pressed his lips against Ezra's. "I swear. You amaze me."

Ezra was blushing and laughing, smoothing out the bit of hair still sticking up from where he'd slept on it. "If you're trying to flatter me into not changing my mind, it's not working."

"That wasn't flattery, that was me trying to get your pants off you," Brady joked. "I wouldn't have said it if you didn't tie that drawstring so complicated."

"You're so mean," Ezra said, kissing Brady's lips, standing on his tip toes to do so as he untied the knot and Brady's hand dove into his boxers. Warmth from the bed clung to Ezra's skin still and Brady sighed in appreciation of the way Ezra's erection grew in his hand.

"Happy?" Brady asked. There was much more meaning to the question, beyond wondering if Ezra was enjoying Brady's touch. That much was obvious by the pre-cum that had started to leak onto Brady's palm. Instead, Brady was reaffirming that Ezra would stand beside him in his decision to become a soldier.

"Say you love me," Ezra replied.

"I love you," Brady obeyed with a smile.

"As long as you say that and mean it, I'm happy."

Brady lifted Ezra easily and spun him around once as they kissed. He set Ezra down on the table, peeling off the oversized T-shirt that Brady was beginning to suspect he'd never get back. He kissed Ezra's neck and ran his tongue in a trail down to one pink nipple. He smiled when Ezra moaned and continued to tease with his tongue and teeth.

"Do you realize how beautiful you are to me? I don't know if you ever will." 

Ezra sighed and arched his back, supporting his weight on his palms as he watched Brady through brown eyes fringed by dark lashes. He reached out and put a hand on Brady's cheek. They paused for a moment, just to look at each other. Brady knelt down, pulling Ezra's pants down and dropping them to the floor. He gripped Ezra's legs behind the knee and slowly spread them apart, kissing the insides of Ezra's thighs all the way to the twitching pink hole.

Ezra moaned and sighed as Brady started to lick and tease his hole. Every time felt like the first time. It was the beginning of such an intimate act, opening himself to Brady, trusting and knowing that he wouldn't get hurt. Brady, in turn, taking care to be gentle and kind, enjoying every moment of the vulnerability and intimacy.

Brady stood, sliding off his boxers and lining himself up in preparation to be united with his love. He brushed a bit of brown hair away from Ezra's forehead as he pressed in. Once he was buried inside, he leaned forward to create as much skin on skin contact as possible. He started the thrust slowly, knowing exactly how to make Ezra moan with pleasure. He whispered in Ezra's ear, "I love you." He nibbled gently at the young man's earlobe, wishing there were more he could do. Just saying it didn't seem enough. He wanted to scream it, to announce it to the world.

Ezra moaned and replied, "I love you too." He gasped and dug his fingers into Brady's shoulders, gasping and biting his lip. "Oh...Brady, just like that. Please...yes..."

Brady smiled, knowing how close his angel was and growing closer himself. He sped the rate of his thrusting and Ezra moaned in appreciation. "Together, okay?" Brady whispered.

Ezra gasped, gripping Brady's shoulder even harder as he moaned to indicate how close he was. Brady swooped down and kissed Ezra. Together, they came. Ezra moaned into the kiss as he was filled. They continued kissing as Brady's now soft cock slipped out of Ezra.

****

Myles hadn't really expected Derek to stay overnight, but he did. Myles bolted off of the couch, irrationally determined to brush his teeth before Derek caught a whiff of his monster breath. Unfortunately, Derek caught him and found it very entertaining.

Myles blushed as he finished rinsing his mouth out, trying to think of something witty to say, but he was much to preoccupied to do that. His mind was racing, wondering what it all meant. He felt great, secure in his identity as a homosexual male. For the moment at least, he didn't feel any shame about it. What he wasn't sure of what just exactly how much Derek 'liked' him.

It was obvious which was the better catch. Derek's skin was the color of mocha and his muscles were honestly breathtaking. He had such a charming, perfect smile and sexy voice. Then there was Myles, skinny, pale, and blond with a less than remarkable physique. No one would believe the two of them would ever be a couple. Myles could hardly believe what they'd done the day before.

Instead of saying something clever, Myles stood uncomfortably, looking down at the floor. Derek approached him and lifted his chin using one finger. "What's wrong?"

Myles blushed. "I just...I don't know." He paused and then every thought came rushing out in what he could only hope was something resembling coherent. "I just can't believe we did what we did. Because look at me and look at you. Just...have you seen yourself. You're so fucking hot and I'm just me. How are you even into me? I don't see it. You're just so...damn."

Derek cocked his eyebrow. "You don't have much confidence, do you?"

"It's that obvious?" Myles joked with a sigh.

"I actually find you very attractive. Maybe you don't see it, but look..." Derek spun Myles around to face the mirror. "See you've got this blond hair and I'm definitely in to that. You've got pretty eyes. And I have to say your mouth is both pretty and functional. So there's a few things and that's just from the neck up. I also like how your little nipples are so sensitive." Derek gave one a pinch to prove his point. Myles laughed and leaned back on Derek a bit. "I also like that you're so smooth and soft. Definitely good for many things." Derek rubbed a at speck of dried cum still on Myles's stomach. "Definitely great... I think you've got a pretty cock and a damn good ass for a white boy. How's that?"

Myles turned to face Derek. "You really like me?"

"I say what I mean. I'm not the kind to play around. I told you I like you and I mean it. I was intending to ask you on a date tonight, but I want you to stop it with the lack of confidence because there's nothing wrong with you."

Myles blushed and laughed. "I think I can agree to those terms."

****

Brady and Ezra spent their last evening together working out their plans for the future and just holding each other. Brady got as much information from his recruiter as he could, determining that during the summer he should be at a permanent duty station. Once they knew where that was, Brady would find an apartment and Ezra would transfer to a school in the area. Grace, who they had just found out was in labor, had jumped on the chance to take over their apartment's lease when the time came for the move.

The two young lovers were nervous, having never spent such a vast amount of time apart. It seemed almost insurmountable, but Brady knew that Ezra would wait for him.



College Days Ch. 06



As he finished, I left the dildo embedded as deep as it would go in his ass and Tim continued to lightly stroke his deflating cock. I scooped up the cum he'd shot out and brought my hand towards his mouth, the palm overflowing with his seed.

"Pete, time for you to taste what you've been feeding my friend, are you ready?"

"I don't know, I don't think I want to do that," he replied, shaking his head 'no' again.

"You don't have a choice, open your mouth now," I ordered.

He didn't say anything, just opened his mouth wide. I poured his cum into his open mouth, him swallowing as it flowed in. I then wiped my palm on his lips and chin. He licked his lips, attempting to get all of it off.

"Not too bad?" I asked.

"No, pretty good actually," he said, swallowing hard again. He then groaned again and I noticed that Tim was still stroking his cock with one hand and was now fucking his ass again with the dildo.

"Now, are you ready to take it from the source?" I asked. He nodded and said, "I'll try, I guess, if you have more."

I straddled his chest and lowered my aching cock into his mouth. At first he gagged a bit, then got a rhythm going and began to suck and pull my cock deeper into his mouth.

Tim continued stroking his re-hardening cock and kept the dildo pumping into his ass. Pete got into a great rhythm and was sucking my cock deeper into his mouth and down into his throat. At this point, I realized this wasn't his first cock. I worked more of my cock into his mouth and soon, my entire length was snug inside his throat and my balls rested on his chin.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer, so I eased my cock from his mouth. He created a tighter suction, trying to pull me deeper. My cock popped free from his mouth and he was panting, and searching for my cock with his open mouth, his tongue darting out for it.

"You've sucked cock before! Haven't you Pete?" I asked.

A smile crept across his face and he replied, "Yea, actually, I have."

"More than just a few times right?"

"Yes, a lot actually," he said, sounded almost sad at the confession.

"Then why treat Tim that way? Why not have fun together?" I asked, getting a little pissed. I climbed off of his chest and moved Tim's hand from Pete's straining cock. I pushed the dildo into the hilt and left it there waiting on his response.

Had it not been for the blindfold, I think we would have seen tears as he started, "Well, I've been doing all kinds of stuff with guys for years, since early in school and when I came to college no one I knew was here and no one was doing guys. I've dated girls, fucked several, but I wanted that cock action again and Tim was so young looking and so hot. I knew I could bully him and make him do what I wanted, but I didn't want to do anything to him, trying to keep myself from being totally gay." He sobbed a bit.

"It's okay to be bi! Dipshit! Tim likes girls too! So do I!" I added, though I'd never actually been with a girl I did love seeing them naked.

I motioned to Tim, "Get up on his chest and feed him your cock!" I ordered. Tim quickly straddled him, but turned to face my direction. I smiled, I knew what Tim had in mind.

I then climbed on the bed between Pete's legs, slipping on a condom and greasing it up with the lube.

"Pete, you've taken cock in the ass too, right?"

"Yes, but only small ones and only a couple of times," he said.

I pulled the dildo from his ass, his ass gaping open about the size of a quarter, placed the head of my cock in the gaping hole and replied, "Well, you are about to take a much bigger one now, if you ask nicely." I added, smiling.

He swallowed hard and then said, "Please fuck my ass."

"Not good enough," I said, reaching up and squeezing his balls.

"OH!! Please, please stick your dick in my ass and fuck me!" He yelled, more enthusiastic.

"I don't know, I don't feel that you really, really want it," twisting his balls lightly back and forth now.

He wiggled against his restraints and then begged, "OH, OH, Please!! Please!! Fuck my ass with your big dick! I want you to pound my ass hard! Fuck me, fuck me, please!!!"

I was impressed, I released his balls and slide my cock inside him about two inches. He groaned and sighed as I entered him.

"Like this?" I asked.

His head shook 'no' and he replied, "NO! Harder and deeper! I want your whole cock balls deep!"

I smiled and motioned for Tim to lower his cock into Pete's panting mouth. He did, and at the same time, he lowered his mouth onto Pete's cock. I then thrust my cock as hard as I could into Pete's well opened hole, my balls touching the cheeks of his ass. I then pulled out almost completely and then jammed it back in. Soon, I was fucking him hard, pulling the full length out and then ramming it back in till my balls slapped against his ass cheeks.

Tim was sucking as hard as he could and was moaning. Pete was sucking Tim hard and moaning too. I knew that I wouldn't last much longer, especially when Tim began to wiggle and moan, sending the signal that we was cumming down Pete's throat. Pete then began to tense up, causing his ass muscles to close tightly around my pounding cock as he shot his load into Tim's mouth.

Tim held just the tip of Pete's cock with his tight lips, sucking and pulling the last few morsels of cum from his tip.

My own cock began to swell in Pete's ass and soon I was filling the condom full. I kept pounding on his ass until I was completely drained. I then withdrew my cock from his well fucked ass and saw that the hole stayed open even wider now than before. I had Tim move off of Pete, both of their cocks deflated and their balls hanging low. I removed the condom from my cock, careful not to spill a drop. I then held it just above Pete's mouth and told him to open wide. When he did, turned the condom upside down and I squeezed the full load from the tip of the condom down, forcing a cum river to begin flowing into Pete's mouth.

He moaned and began swallowing as I continued to force the cum out, squeezing every last drop out and into his waiting mouth.

He swallowed every bit of my cum and then said, "Can you untie me now? I'm not going to do anything, I promise."

"No, not yet," I replied. I laid the used condom across his chest and reinserted the dildo into his ass.

"We are going to shower and change back into our costumes, then we'll think about letting you go."

With that, Tim and I showered, and redressed. I told Tim that I was going to take him back to my dorm room and fuck him while he was still wearing his sister's cheerleader outfit, minus the tight bottoms. We made out for a few minutes and then went back into the main room.

The dildo was still deep in Pete's ass and his cock was hard as a rock again. Tim once again took Pete's cock in his mouth and sucked him dry again.

We had been in the room for almost three hours and could just get back to the party before midnight. I took down the vcr recorder and the put it in the car, never planning on having to show anyone but Scott, unless Pete did anything wrong.

As we untied his legs, I explained the rules to him, "Okay Pete, here's the rules from now on. No hitting Tim, ever! You can each satisfy each other. You both like girls, explore that with your girl friend, she might be into it." I untied his hands, "If you hit me, or try to say something happened here that didn't, we did record the whole thing and I'll be happy to share the tape with your friends, family, anyone at school." I took of the blindfold and said, "can you stick to the rules?"

"He nodded, no problem! He leaned over to Tim, taking his face in his hands and pulling Tim to him he began to kiss him, snaking his tongue into Tim's mouth. After a kiss that lasted almost five minutes, Pete broke loose and said, "I'll never hurt you again!"

We left the hotel after Pete slipped his toga back on and returned him to the frat party. Tim returned to my room, where I pulled down his cheerleader shorts and ripped a hole in his tights, I then bent him over my desk, lifted the skirt and slid my rock hard cock into his sweet butt. I fucked his ass over the desk for about three minutes and came, filling his butt full of cum. I slide his shorts back on, sealing my cum in his ass. We kissed and made out for about an hour before I drifted off to sleep and Tim left.

Two weeks later, Tim said that he and Pete and Amanda, Pete's girlfriend, had had a three-way and that he had fucked Pete while Pete fucked Amanda and that he had eaten Pete's load from Amanda's pussy while Pete sucked him off. The three of them plan on getting an apartment after the semester is over.

Only two weeks to the holiday break, then I get to see Scott and have him explain the wild videos he'd sent from his college. I was looking forward to fucking him again.

***Note: I hope you liked this latest installment. If you liked it, let me know. I'd love to hear about your own experiences!!



College Days Ch. 07



College Days Ch. 7 -- Catching a thief

My roommie and I had noticed that things kept disappearing from our room, but we had no idea who was doing. We were in our second semester of the first year and figured that it had to be a new guy in the dorm. We were missing snacks, drinks, sometimes shorts and underwear would be gone. We both special ordered our underwear because you couldn't buy kinky stuff locally. I decided that we should spring a trap over the upcoming four day weekend. We spread the word that we would be gone, as most everyone would, but we told everyone we were leaving early on Wednesday, instead of Thursday. My roommate really was leaving on Wednesday midday, so it worked out well. His car was gone and everyone thought we'd be leaving together.

We set up a video camera that morning and set a timer on it to record an hour after we left. It was a six hour tape, so we thought surely we catch whoever it was during that time. 

We did a quick sixty-nine on each other, then headed out. We drove off campus and he dropped me off at a local diner. I ate, waited awhile, then headed back. I had been gone about five hours, so I knew the tape would still have two hours to go, but figured I could hide in the closet if someone came in.

Instead, as I approached our dorm room, I could see that the door wasn't pushed all the way shut and I saw a distinct shadow cross past the thin crack. I decided to go ahead and confront whoever it was in there. So, I snuck up to the door and peeked in. 

I was surprised to see that it was Mark, a new student who came in at the beginning of the semester. I had seen him around several times, but hadn't paid much attention to him. He was very short, probably only five foot six or so. He was skinny too, not more than ninety five pounds tops. He had short dark red hair and his skin was white and looked flawless. He was wearing short gym shorts, a t-shirt and athlete socks with no shoes.

I flung the door open quickly, grabbed him and threw him to the floor. I was sitting on his back and easily grabbed both arms, pulling them tight behind his back. Holding him in this position, I said, "What the fuck are you doing in my room?"

He squirmed around, but couldn't get loose, he replied, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Please don't kick my ass!!"

"You fucking prick! Why are you stealing shit from us? Don't you have your own crap?" I yelled, tightening my grip on his arms.

"Ahhggg! I'm sorry! I can't help it! I just...I'll pay it back!" he said, crying in pain as I pulled his arms tighter.

I moved his hands to where I could hold them with only one hand and then I reached over to my desk and grabbed a roll of duct tape. I quickly wrapped the tape around his hands while he squirmed to get loose.

After getting his hands taped, I got up off of him and pushed the door shut, locking it. I helped him off the floor and sat him on the edge of my bed.

"Okay, look over there," I pointed to where the camera was hidden, of course the lens was in plain site, "I've got you and I'm calling the campus cops to come get your ass. You are done here." I said, in a hateful tone as I reached for the phone.

"Wait! Please wait!" He exclaimed, turning from the camera to me, "Don't turn me in, I'll pay it back, I swear!"

I picked up the phone and started dialing the campus cops when he started to cry, tears running down his face, he said, "Please! I'll do anything you want! Anything! Just don't turn me in!"

I thought for a minute, then sat the phone down. I turned to Mark and said, "Anything?"

He nodded, tears still streaming down his face.

"Answer me!" I yelled, "Did you say you would do 'anything'?"

"Yes! I'll do whatever! I'll pay it back, I'll buy new stuff! Whatever!" he exclaimed, choking back more tears.

"Okay, stop crying, I'm sure we can come up with several things that you can do to make it right." With that, I hung the phone up and walked over to him, stopping to get my scissors of the desk.

His eyes widened when he saw the scissors, "what are you going to do with those?" he asked.

I didn't answer, I just grabbed his collar and started cutting towards the arm hole.

"HEY! What the fuck! This is a new t-shirt!" He yelled, withering to get away.

I reached down and grabbed his cock through his shorts and squeezed hard. He stopped squirming and groaned in pain.

"Look you little prick, you just said you would do anything not to get turned in, so you will do anything I say! And I do mean anything! If you resist or fight, I'll hurt you and turn you in! You hear me?"

He nodded, groaning through the pain that I was inflicting by squeezing his cock and balls.

I released his balls and said, "Listen, you're going to be my slave for the next four days. Most everyone is gone, so you'll be in here, doing whatever I say. If we go anywhere, you will do exactly what I say. If you don't then the tape is going to the cops and you are going home, are we clear?" It then dawned on me that the tape was still recording and would be for at least an hour.

"But, I'm not, I'm not...going to have to do gay stuff am I?" he stammered.

"What do you consider gay stuff? I'm not gay, I enjoy both sexes!" I said, "besides, you said anything. That means you'll do whatever I say. Period!"

I then went back to cutting the t-shirt off. Once I had it cut out to the arm holes, I pulled it down to the floor. This way the shirt could come off without me having to untape his hands.

His chest was bare, with bright pink nipples against the completely white, untanned, unmarked skin. His stomach was thin and hairless too. He was slightly trembling as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and tugged them to the floor. He was wearing a pair of black jockey shorts, which made his white skin glow even more.

"Wait! Please! I don't...I can't!" he stammered.

"You don't what? Can't what?" I asked, as I slid his underwear down to join the shorts and t-shirt that were already on the floor.

"I don't want to be naked, I can't do anything gay, I'm not gay!" he exclaimed again.

Well, now here he was. Hands tied behind his back, naked, and his cock was sticking straight out from his body, hard as a rock. His cock was only about four inches long and was about as big around as a half dollar. He had a small patch of dark red pubic hair that was wispy at best, probably two swipes of a razor and he'd be bare. I didn't say anything, I just pulled his arm requiring him to turn around. As he did, I was presented with a perfect butt. It was heart shaped and tight and flawless, like the rest of his body. I turned him back around to face me.

"I see," I said, wrapping my hand around his erect cock, causing him to gasp out loud, "You may not be gay, but your cock seems to like the fact that you are naked, tied up and that I'm touching it."

He didn't reply at first, he just dropped his head and then he finally said, "I get horny whenever I'm naked, I can't help it. That doesn't mean that I'm gay though."

I stroked his cock gently back and forth and said, "No, and because I like naked guys too, doesn't mean that I am. It just means that we're doing what makes us feel good. This does feel good, doesn't it?"

"Oh, yea, it feels great," he said, a small grin on his face.

I released his cock and began pulling off my own clothes. Within seconds, I was as naked and as hard as he was. I then said, "But, here is the problem, you aren't supposed to feel good, you are supposed to be making me feel good, doing whatever I tell you to do," with that, I placed my hands on his shoulder and pushed him downward. He got slowly to his knees, his face now even with my raging cock, which was dripping precum.

"I've only done this once before," he admitted. 

"Well, you now get your second time," I replied placing my hands on the back of his head and moving his face forward. His lips were now nearly touching my cock as I said, "this isn't going to be like the last one, though, I'm going to fuck your mouth and your throat. If you gag, and I think you will, spit up the spit but you'll only be allowed to take my cock out when I say so."

He didn't reply, he just stared at my cock.

"Open your mouth," I ordered. He did. I then slid his head forward as I stepped forward. I watched as my cock slowly entered his mouth. I felt the tip come into contact with the back of his throat and I felt his gag reflex kick in. I backed off just about an inch to let him gain control of it again and then roughly shoved my cock back in. Again, he gagged, this time I just kept fucking his throat. He gagged repeatedly and I could see and feel large amounts of spit gushing from his mouth. He looked up as I held his head still, my cock deep in his throat, he had tears running down his cheeks as he continued to fit the gagging.

"You are now my bitch! Do you understand?" I said.

He nodded, my cock sliding outward until just the tip was in his mouth. He opened his mouth to take a deep breath, and a huge amount of spit gushed out and down his chin onto his chest, running a river to his cock and onto the floor.

"Are you ready for more?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm ready," he said, opening his mouth back up.

I then rammed my cock back into his mouth and continued to face fuck him until I felt my cum boiling up. Just as I was ready to cum, I quickly pulled out of his deep sucking mouth and jerked myself off. My first wad of cum landed squarely on his nose, the next on his left eye, then his right. My last two shots landed on his forehead and right cheek. My sticky cum was slowly oozing down his face as he looked up at me, still breathing hard from the face fucking he'd been receiving.

I lifted him up and saw that he was a mess. His face covered in thick, drying cum. He chest and whole torso was covered in spit and saliva. His little cock was still hard and had turned a deep reddish purple color. Spit was also on both thighs and dribbling down his legs.

"That was pretty good bitch." I said.

"Can I clean up?" He asked, not a friendly tone to his words.

"No, you'll stay like this until I decide you can clean up," I then said, "you still don't get it do you?" 

"I get that you just treated my face like a pussy and nearly made me drown in my own spit." He replied.

I shook my head and wiped the cum from his eyes, so that he could open them, then wiped the cum across his lips.

"Lick your lips," I ordered.

He did. I then wiped more cum from his face and deposited that on his lips too. He quickly licked it up too, without being told to do so.

"You're right, I treated your mouth roughly because you are a thief. A crook. You've stolen lots of crap from our fridge, we're both missing underwear and I'm pretty sure that you have also stolen other stuff too." I then pushed him back onto the bed and helped him swing his legs up so that we was now lying on the bed. "And, before the next four days are over, I'm going to treat your mouth like that again and again and again. I'm also going to do a lot more to you and you are going to enjoy it as much as you did this. And I know that you enjoyed it because your dick is still hard as a fucking rock!"

He didn't reply. I climbed on the bed and straddled his face with my legs. I then looked down and said, "Now, you are going to rim me. Do you know what rimming is?" He tried to nod, but didn't say anything. "If you do a really good job, I promise I'll let you cum, you want to cum don't you?" Again, he nodded.

I then reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide and lowered my ass towards his face. I felt his tongue come out and touch my anus. I sat firmly on his face and felt him begin to run his tongue up and down my ass crack and around my anus. After several minutes, he slowly inserted his tongue into my hole and began to tongue my ass deeper and deeper. I could hear him gently moan as his tongue played with my ass. My cock began to get hard again from the attention he was giving me. After I was fully hard, I raised up and spun myself around as though we were in a 69 position. I lowered my hard cock into his wide open mouth.

"Very good, bitch. Open up and take it again." I said.

"Please, don't make me gag again, that was nasty," he asked, his voice much softer and nicer.

"Just start sucking," I replied. I then had about four inches in his mouth and he was sucking deeply. I would raise up causing the suction to increase then slowly ease back.

I kept slowly, gently, fucking his sweet mouth, each time stopping before I hit the back of this throat and gagging him. He was now much more willing and was doing a much better job.

After almost five minutes, I could feel my nuts filling up and knew I'd be cumming soon.

I guess he felt it too, as he released the vacuum pressure that he had built up and was just using his tongue to massage the underside of my cock. I knew at this point, that he had done this before. No doubt about it!

I unloaded my second load directly into his mouth. I pumped shot after shot into Mark, as he swallowed quickly trying to keep from choking on my load. I waited until I was completely done, then pulled out of his mouth. I sat on the bed next to him and grinned down at him.

"Okay, truth time. This isn't only the second cock you've ever sucked, so tell me the truth now." I said.

"I'll tell the truth if you'll let me cum, I'm aching bad down there!" He exclaimed.

"You forget," I said as I reached down and gently rubbed his balls with just a fingertip, "I'm in charge and you are mine, tell me the truth now!"

"Okay, okay!" He said, squirming, trying to get my hand on his cock, which was now a darker red than before and was throbbing and bobbing. "My brother and I used to fool around some."

"Some?" I asked, "explain some."

"Okay," he said, sighing, "He caught me wearing my sisters panties one day. He tied me up and made me do things, things like we are doing and more. After he released me, he told me that I could do anything I wanted to him. I...I...just dropped to my knees and sucked him off again. He wanted me to fuck him and tell him to suck me, but I didn't realize that. I just wanted to suck him off again."

I grinned, "so, not only did you steal from me, you lied to me about this being your 'second' time." Still rubbing just his balls with just my finger tip.

"NO! Not really! Your cock is only the second cock!" He said, still squirming.

"I see, so how often did you and him do things to each other?"

"Ohhhh, agghhh," he groaned, "We did it a lot! But I was only tied up once," he added.

Still rubbing his balls lightly, I said, "Exactly what things did he make you do?"

"Please, I swore I'd never tell," he groaned.

"Tell me now, or I'll shove my cock down your throat again and make you choke again," I demanded!

"Okay, okay, anything but that!" He exclaimed. "He made me suck him, like you did, but not rough like you did. Then he made me eat his ass, just like you did, he bent over my sister's bed and made me lick him. He then ate my ass and then he fucked me," he said, his voice trailing off.

I grinned, and said, "And, did you like getting fucked?"

He nodded.

"Did you end up fucking him too?"

He nodded again.

"Did you like fucking him?"

Again, he nodded.

I then grabbed his cock and with only three strokes, he blew. His cum shot about three feet into the air and landed all over his pubic area and tummy. I kept stroking him until his cock was dry. I then scooped up his cream and fed it to him. He slurped the cum from my hand and swallowed it down. I watched as his cock never really deflated completely, but lay over against his leg.

I then rolled him over and spread his legs wide. I was still amazed at how beautiful his small ass was. As I stared down at it, gently caressing it, my cock started to stir again. I spread his cheeks open and saw the tiny hole, pink and crinkled around the edges. I worked up a mouth of spit and let it slowly drip from my mouth to his tiny hole. I then used my finger to spread the spittle around and slowly worked a finger into his tight ass, easing it deeper and deeper inside of him.

Slowly, I began to draw the finger back out, applying more spittle and slowly sliding it back in. I picked up the pace as I heard him moan into the pillow, my finger now sliding easily into his butt. Again, applying more spit, I now eased a second finger in next to the first. A louder moan escaped his lips as I now worked two fingers into his ass, with my knuckles now resting on his ass cheeks, I twisted and turned the fingers inside him.

Again, working up more spit, I dropped another large amount of my saliva onto his ass and forced a third finger into him. He clinched his hands, which were just inches above his ass and moaned again, this time the moaning didn't end as my three fingers bottomed out in his ass.

As I twisted, turned, pulled out and pushed in the three fingers, he began try to raise his ass up to meet my hand. I was still working them very slowly, taking nearly a full minute to go in and out of his ass. As I would slowly start in, he would try to lift his ass. I reached over for the two pillows, pulling my fingers from his ass for the first time, I lifted him up and slid the pillows under his waist, causing his ass to be lifted much higher in the air.

As I did this, I noticed that his hole was still gaping open. It was as wide as my three fingers were and it didn't seem to be closing quickly, as most asses I'd seen did. I spit into the gaping hole and slowly worked my fourth finger in, my hand making like a scoop. I slid the four fingers in and out, working the adorable ass, listening to him moan as they went in and as they came out. Once I had all four fingers in, I let them get side by side instead of the scoop form I was using. I again started to pull out and the moans got louder and I could feel his ass tighten as my fingers forced him to spread open even more.

I now placed my thumb along the palm of my hand and slid back into him again. His moan was constant now and I worked my entire hand back and forth inside his butt. It was very tight now, tighter that it was with just a finger inside him. I kept this up until I thought of a video I had seen of Scott taking an entire fist. With that, I slowly pushed inwards, not stopping until my whole fist disappeared into his ass only my wrist could be seen. 

He was now withering and moaning and in a breathless scream said, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!!" I reached under him with my other hand and felt the cum gushing from his tiny cock. I kept pumping my hand in, from fingertip to wrist and pushing as deep as I could go. I couldn't believe that his small frame was able to take so much of my hand.

I pulled my cum soaked hand from under him and licked it clean. His cum was flavorless and nearly clear. I wiped what was left on his white ass cheeks, leaving a nice sticky residue on his butt. 

My own cock was raging hard now, so I pulled my hand from his ass and slid up between his wide spread legs. His hole was open about an inch and a half, making an easy entry for my two in wide cock. In one thrust, I was in fully, my whole seven inches buried deeply and my shaved pubic area pressed against his ass. I then began pounding as hard as I could, with each deep dive inside him he groaned and grunted. I fucked his ass harder and harder, until I could feel my cum bubbling up.

With a final thrust, I bottomed out in him and began to unload. Shot after shot of cum filled his ass, as I just laid there and let it shoot into him. I finally pulled my cock from his ass, his hole remaining open slightly, I could see my cum pooled up inside him. I rolled him over and placed my hand under his ass and felt my cum flow from his butt and into my cupped hand. He was breathing heavily and looking up at me.




College Days Ch. 07



I woke up to the light streaming through my bedroom window directly into my face. I had a splitting headache, probably from all the tequila the night before, and I felt like I was in a haze. I glanced over at the clock -- 10:03AM. Didn't surprise me that I'd slept in late after being up half the night drunk. I needed coffee. No, I needed aspirin. Sitting up to get dressed and get both, I realized what I really needed right then was a bathroom. I ran naked to the bathroom door and bumped my head into the doorframe trying to get it open quickly enough. I barely made it.

I can't quite explain the absolute agony of hanging my head over the toilet with dry heaves while my bladder was bursting at the seams. I was the perfect poster child for anti-drinking ads. The pain in my temples surged like an electric current with each crushing contraction of my stomach to expel something that was simply no longer there. Each compression pushed hard onto my full bladder. Any moment I would lose it and simply pee on the floor while I heaved. God don't let me pee on the floor, please don't let me pee on the floor.

The contractions finally started to subside, and while I didn't win the battle completely, there was only a small pool of urine on the patterned vinyl floor that needed to be wiped up. Too exhausted by the ordeal to stand and pee, I sat on the toilet seat and released my bladder from its former agony, relief at last. The biggest relief being that no one walked in while I was simultaneously heaving into the toilet and peeing on the floor.

It was at this time that I heard a knock on the door between the bathroom and Jen's bedroom. 

"Are you ok in there?" I heard Jen ask in a concerned voice.

"I am now," I croaked through my dry throat, "not so much a minute ago."

"Do you need me to get you anything?"

"That's ok, I'll be out in a minute." I said, not wanting her to come in and see me naked on the toilet with my feet spread on either side of a pool of yellow fluid on the floor. "Thanks, though." I added.

"Ok."

I finished my business in the bathroom, spent a few minutes cleaning up and brushing my teeth, then got dressed and went downstairs, praying that someone had the foresight to set out a bottle of aspirin and brew a pot of coffee. Jen was sitting at the kitchen table, dressed for once. Collette was sitting at her desk in the living room talking on the phone and staring at her laptop computer screen. I was pleasantly surprised to see a nearly-full pot of coffee on the counter.

"So I guess you had just a few too many shots last night, eh?" Jen laughed at me from across the room as I pulled a mug out of the cupboard to pour some coffee.

"Yeah," I said, "I feel like I was hit by a freight train."

"Go ahead and drink your coffee, but if you want to start feeling better, you should really drink a bunch of water first." Jen said, "The hangovers from drinking are mostly due to dehydration. There's some aspirin in the drawer to your left if you're interested."

"Ok," I said, pouring some milk into my coffee. I took Jen's advice and drank two full glasses of water quickly, along with a few aspirin, then came to sit at the table with my precious dark brew.

"Where's Tammy?" I asked, remembering that when I'd left Jen's bedroom the previous evening, they both were still there.

"She had to get up early and go run some errands this morning," Jen said, "We didn't want to wake you, so she told me to tell you she had a great time last night." Jen winked at me.

Collette finally finished her phone call and walked to the kitchen table with her mug of coffee. She leaned over me and gave me a kiss on the cheek before sitting down between me and Jen.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" She said, "Thanks for putting me in bed last night."

"No problem," I chuckled quietly, "you looked like you needed the help!"

"I was disappointed to be without my built-in-bed-furnace," Collette winked at me, "it was kind of cold last night."

"Sorry," I said, smiling back at her, "I guess I just didn't want to wake you." Truthfully, I hadn't thought much about it, I was pretty drunk and just looking for a place to sleep.

"Well, I just got a call from the director of my department," Collette said, "there's a teaching conference in California that starts tomorrow, but he's come down ill and can't make it. The department has already pre-paid his fees, so he asked me if I could go in his place."

"Tomorrow? Are you going to try to make it?" I asked.

"Yes, there's a flight that leaves this evening out of Sea-Tac that I can get onto, but I need to leave pretty soon. It's in Monterey." She looked over at me, "Mark, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me? It's only for a couple of days, and it would be fun to have you with me."

"I'm afraid I can't really afford to," I said, "I'm just a poor college student! Besides, I'm supposed to work on Tuesday."

"Oh, don't worry about that, I can pay for you to come. I bet if you called your supervisor, she'd let you go."

"Oh sure," Jen said, making her face into a mock pout, "leave me here all alone, no one to play with!"

"I guess I can call and find out," I said to Collette, completely ignoring Jen's sarcasm, "I would like to see Monterey, and it would be nice to spend a few days in a new place with someone I like to hang out with!"

"Great!" Jen said, "Just leave me here and don't give it a second thought. It doesn't matter, I still have my Tammy, and I still have ice cream!"

"Ok, then," Collette said, again ignoring Jen, "I'll go make the reservations, you'd better get packed up. We'll be gone 3 nights including tonight." Collette got up and went back to her computer.

"Don't worry, Jen," I said, scooting over and giving her a kiss on the cheek, "absence makes the heart grow fonder. I'm sure I'll be agonizing over you by the time we get back."

"I can't believe my sloshy hero is leaving me." Jen pouted, running a hand through my hair, "I'll have to have a lot of sex with Tammy while you're gone to keep me from thinking about you." She ran her hand down to my crotch, "It won't be the same without you, though..." Jen leaned her head into my shoulder and lazily drew her lips up my neck while she stroked my suddenly rising cock through my canvas cargo shorts. 

As much as I would normally have wanted to dive right into it with Jen, my headache was still going strong and I still felt like I was moving through molasses. I waited until she finished her trajectory to my ear then wiggled my head away.

"I love you, Jen." I said, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, "But I'm feeling pretty horrid this morning, and it looks like I have to get packed up pretty quickly." I started to get up from the chair.

"Oh, ok." Jen said, resigned to the fact that I wasn't going to be playful this morning. "I'll just come up and hang out while you pack."

I went up the stairs with Jen on my tail, still trying to goad me into playing around by pinching my butt on the way up the stairs. I swatted her hand away. Jen sat in there with me for the 15 minutes it took to pack and we chatted about nothing in particular.

By 11:30, Collette and I had said our goodbyes to Jen and were on the road. My headache had subsided and the haze was a bit less overwhelming. The flight left at 4PM and we had just enough time to make the long drive to the airport and check in before our departure. After about 20 minutes of chatting, Collette glanced over at me from the driver's seat.

"So what happened last night after you took me up to my bed?" She asked, grinning, "You didn't do anything to me you shouldn't have, now did you?"

"You're kidding, right?" I replied, "Collette, I would never take advantage of you." She had asked the question in a lighthearted way, but I was surprised she thought I would even consider doing something to her while she was more or less passed out.

"Oh, it wouldn't be such a big deal," Collette said, "It's not like I haven't been teasing the hell out of you for the last few weeks! And I certainly wasn't wearing a swimsuit when I woke up... how did I get into my nightshirt?"

"Well, I did take your clothes off," I grinned, "and while I may have brushed up against you inadvertently, I didn't feel you up or anything. I have to say, though, I really don't mind taking your clothes off for you. Just let me know if you ever need help again." My face was plastered in a stupid grin. 

"I see," Collette laughed, "well, I may need some help later, you never know!" She patted my knee. "So did you go to bed after that, or did you go back and hang out with the girls?"

I laughed out loud, "Yeah, sure, I went right to bed rather than go hand out with the hot babes in the hot tub... sure thing!"

"So what happened after I left?"

I told her about what had happened the night before, in broad terms. I told her about our little game of truth and lies and drinking a bunch of tequila. I even told her about fooling around with Jen and Tammy, but not in detail.

"You had sex with Tammy?" She asked, no longer smiling.

Uh, oh. I thought. Better tread carefully on this one, she actually sounds a bit jealous.

"Well, we did fool around a little bit, but I didn't have actual sex with her." I said, hoping not to have to go into details. I surmised I was not on decidedly thin ice with Collette.

"Mark, I know Tammy's a very pretty girl, and I also know that it's probably every guy's fantasy to have 2 women at once, but I'm kind of surprised. You barely know her, and I kind of thought we had something... I don't know... something moderately exclusive between us? I mean, I know you've had sex with Jen, but she's my sister. This seems, different somehow. I know you didn't actually put your penis in her, but it still seems a bit too much."

"Collette, I'm sorry if I disappointed you," I said, feeling dejected, "I really didn't mean to. In truth, I probably wouldn't have done it if I wasn't drunk at the time. I guess I just made a bad decision. I didn't mean to hurt you. I guess I kind of figured, in my drunken state, that since I was with Jen, it would be ok."

"Mark, I'm not mad at you, don't look so sad!" Collette glanced over at me again with a concerned look, "I just... well... I guess in the end I really just want you all to myself. I don't have a problem with you and Jen fooling around, that's all part of our arrangement, but I guess I feel a little awkward about you allowing someone else to join in. I know Jen loves Tammy, and I know her pretty well, but she's not my sister."

"Collette, I love you." Was all I could think to say. I hated the fact that I'd disappointed her. I never wanted to do that again. We'd only been fooling around together for a few weeks, but we'd been in a relationship together, of one sort or another, for as long as I could remember. It was bad enough that I had to reconcile falling in love with 2 women at once. I guess she was right, that brining a third woman into the mix was a bad idea.

"Mark," That brilliant smile returned to Collette's face, "I love you, too." Then she added, "That's one of the things I love about you, when all else fails, you just make my heart melt into putty. Are you sure you won't just marry me now?" She laughed.

"Collette, you probably won't have to wait until I'm 24 to marry me." I said quietly.

Collette didn't respond. She just smiled, and a tear fell from one eye. We sat in silence for a few minutes, letting those last few statements really sink in.

"Mark, do you mean that?" Collette asked, wiping another tear from her eye.

"You know I do. I think right now is probably not very practical, but I don't think we need to wait six years. Where else am I going to find someone as perfect as you? It's just not gonna happen. You're the one."

Collette veered across two lanes of traffic bringing car horns blaring at us as she pulled over to the side of the road and came to a sudden stop. Putting the car into neutral and pulling the parking break, Collete leaned over and grasped my head, pulling me over to her and kissing me violently. 

After a moment, she released me and I caught a breath.

"Collette, I think we need to keep moving or we're going to miss the plane." I said, chuckling.

"I know." She said, "just give me a minute." She pulled me in for another kiss, stroking her hand down my chest and over my leg, then back up to the back of my head to finish it off as her swollen lips and tongue attacked my mouth before releasing me a second time. I just sat there kind of stunned.

Collette didn't say a word. She took the brake off, switched on the blinker, put the car into gear, and just started driving with a silly grin on her face.

Amazingly, we made it to the airport with a little time to spare, so we didn't have to run to the terminal after getting our tickets. We had both packed pretty light so we didn't have to worry about checking luggage. Jen and I chatted and laughed and smiled pretty much all through two flights and a few hours layover in Los Angeles, finally arriving in Monterey at nearly midnight. We checked into a nice hotel where the conference was being held and made it up to our room on the second floor.

We were both tired from the nearly full day of traveling. Jen kissed me on the mouth as we walked in the door. 

"We're here!" She said, with more energy than either of us really felt at the moment. I was beat and couldn't wait to get into bed and close my eyes.

"I'm going to take a quick shower before I get into bed," Collette said, "I have to get up pretty early in the morning and get to the conference."

"Sure, I'll just brush my teeth and be out of your hair." I said. I grabbed the toothbrush and toothpaste out of my bag and went into the bathroom as Collette started rummaging around in her own luggage. I used the toilet and was just about done brushing my teeth when Collette came into the bathroom barefoot, but still wearing the same flower-print dress she'd had on all day long.

I finished up brushing my teeth, all the while watching in the mirror as Collette stripped out of her dress and underclothes. Tired as I was, I couldn't help but stare. My shorts started to feel too tight again. She had to know what this sort of thing did to me. She unzipped the back of the dress, facing away from me, and let it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor. In the mirror I could clearly see her sheer white panties and bra. 

I rinsed my mouth, my eyes strained to keep watching in the mirror as she reached behind her and unhooked the clasp on her bra, pulling it down her arms. I could just catch a glimpse of the side of a very large breast falling out of the material as it came away from her body. Then, just as I was done, she bent over, pulling her panties down as she went, and giving me a full view of her shapely hips, well toned ass, and... as she finally pulled them off her feet, I could see the moist lips of her vagina briefly between her legs before she stood upright again. I was nearly at my limit. It was all I wanted to do right then to drop my pants and take her right there. But I held my ground, put the cap on the toothpaste, wiped my mouth with a towel, and just as she stepped into the shower, I took that last difficult step out the door.

Sleep, as tired as I was, didn't seem like an option with a raging hard-on driving me insane. I considered my options. Jacking off didn't seem out of the question, but I wasn't sure I could finish that before Collette came out of the shower and got into bed. It would be a bit embarrassing if I were caught, though I'm sure she wouldn't really mind. I could strip off my clothes, run into the bathroom, and surprise her in the shower, but I was pretty sure that wasn't her intention at the time. We were both tired and she just wanted to relax and go to sleep. I ended up with the only other thing left. I stripped down to my underwear, laid my clothes over a chair, and climbed into the queen-size bed. I figured I'd just close my eyes and hope to sleep, raging erection or not.

In hindsight, considering how tired I'd been, it's kind of surprising that I even woke up at all. I actually did fall asleep, nearly as soon as my head hit the pillow. The previous night of drinking and then traveling all day had me worn down something fierce. I was dreaming when I felt Collette's warm body snuggle up against me under the sheets. I was lying on my back and could feel her wet hair on my neck and bare chest as she draped a warm leg over me, still moist from her shower, and nestled her head in the crook of my arm. In my dream Collette smoothed her hand over my chest and just held me gently as she cozied up in bed next to me. I wrapped my hand around her back and gave her a gentle snug as we both slept. My dream was getting better, though, in my mind I could feel her hand stroking back and forth stomach. Her head turned slightly and kissed me on the chest a few times, finally pulling my small nipple into her mouth and running her tongue over it. Her hand drifted further down and cautiously, gently, brushed just over my underwear, sending a slow wave of pleasure through me. I felt her leg move further over me until she was on top of me, straddling my thigh, still kissing my chest and ever-so-gently stroking the hardening mound over my briefs. I felt moistness on my thigh and it occurred to me that it was probably just from the shower.

I slowly became conscious with the realization that it wasn't a dream, and the warm moistness on my thigh was coming from bare skin. Collette's bare skin. The bare skin between her legs. Collette wasn't wearing any panties, just the oversize T-shirt she usually wore to bed. Her kisses moved from my chest to my neck as her hips very slowly, very gently, began to rock forward and back over my thigh. By the time those warm lips made it just below my ear, I was fully awake and realized it was all real. Collette was actually on top of me. The person I had been pining after for weeks now, ever since I realized how I felt about her, was doing more than just making out a little bit before bedtime. 

I tried to pretend I was still asleep, but she had to know I was awake by now. Her movements over me were becoming firmer with each stroke. I wanted so badly to open my eyes, to touch her, to take her, but I was worried that if I stopped pretending, she'd back away. Collette continued her rhythm, getting stronger and stronger as time went by, while I just lay there, hoping, wishing, dreaming that something more would come of this. Her hand stroking over the mound in my underwear had become more insistent, moving faster, moving harder, at the same time as her hips were grinding ever harder into my thigh, the moistness between her legs spread a good several inches along my thigh.

Collette had stopped kissing me and concentrated on what was going on below. She started softly moaning. Her hand, no longer content to feel me through the thin covering of cotton, ran up to the waistband of my briefs and slipped underneath, her fingers touching my bare, sensitive flesh at last. She stroked up and down the hard shaft with her delicate fingers in time with the pulsing tempo of her hips.

No longer content to simply pretend I was asleep, I placed my hands on her sides, just below her arms which were now propping her up above me. I opened my eyes and saw her beautiful face, full of desire, just above my chest. Her hair hung down over me, brushing back and forth on my chest with the movement of her body. I ran my hands down her sides to her hips, sliding my fingers underneath the hem of her T-shirt, then running them firmly up her smooth sides, feeling the moistness and heat from her skin, then moving underneath to hold those wonderfully full globes in my hands. I felt a rush of desire as her firm nipples slipped between my fingers, I wanted more, a lot more.




College Days Ch. 07



Brady knew he was getting looks and he really wished he'd had time to change into his civilian clothes. He settled into his seat on the plane and waited for things to get going. Unconsciously, his hand reached up and touched his hair. He wondered if he would ever get used to how bristly short it was.

Brady patted his front pocket just to feel the reassuring bulk of folded letters from Ezra. He couldn't wait to see his boyfriend again. Letters were great, so were phone calls. Skype chat was a miracle. But none of that compared to actually holding Ezra in his arms, kissing those soft lips. He had to stop his train of thought there. As tempting as it was to mentally go over all the things he wanted to do to Ezra, he knew it would only make the plane ride feel even longer.

A man settled in the seat beside Brady. He was older, Brady guessed in his seventies. He was grinning at Brady and held up his cap, which said he was an Army veteran. "Thanks for your service," the old man said. He held up a shaking hand and Brady shook it.

"And thanks for yours," he replied.

The man's name was Barney and the conversation flowed easily and before Brady knew it, half the flight had passed. He once again thought about Ezra and touched the letters in his pocket. He'd missed part of what Barney had been saying and was forced to ask the old man to repeat himself.

Barney chuckled. "Oh, I know that look. Got a girl waiting back home?"

Brady cleared his throat. He didn't really know how to respond. He didn't want to spend the rest of the flight in awkwardness. "Uh...actually," Brady said. He cleared his throat again. "His name is Ezra."

Barney did a slightly comical double take and Brady braced himself. Barney laughed a bit. "Don't look so scared, son, I'm not one of those people." He patted Brady on the shoulder. "I'm too old to be prejudiced. Hell, my memory's bad enough as it is without having to remember who I hate and who I don't."

Brady let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks," he said.

"Besides, I'd be a hypocrite if I judged you." Barney reached into his wallet and held out a photo. Brady took it from Barney's shaking, liver spotted hand. 

The photograph was in black and white and the corners were worn out. It showed a younger Barney standing next to a stunning African American woman in a wedding dress. They were smiling and it was obvious they were completely in love.

Brady handed the picture back. "Her name is Rebecca. We've been married nearly fifty years. I'm actually on my way to meet her. We just had a grandson and a granddaughter born a thousand miles apart in the same week!"

Brady smiled. "Congratulations."

Barney beamed with pride, but then took on a serious tone. "Look, son. There was a time when people told me and Rebecca that our love was wrong and unnatural. People told us we were an abomination and that we were sick. But you know what? They have no right to do that. When you see some of the things I've seen...well, you learn what's important in life. You love this boy?"

Brady nodded. "Yes, sir," he said confidently.

Barney nodded. "Then you don't let anyone tell you that your love is wrong. They don't know shit."

***

Ezra groaned at his alarm clock. He'd been having the nicest dream about Brady and he didn't want to wake up. He went through his waking up ritual. He yawned, stretched, and pulled at the hem of the T-shirt he was sleeping in. 

He'd started wearing Brady's shirts to sleep in, even though they always got bunched up at some point in the middle of the night. It was just one of the small things that had helped him make it through the separation. Initially, he'd found that it didn't take much for him to start crying, but over time, he'd gotten stronger. He kept himself distracted and sure enough the days got easier, but it was still hard. He looked forward to letters and phone calls, those helped too, but he desperately missed Brady's touch.

As his drowsiness wore off, he remembered what day it was and why he was waking up so early on his Saturday off work.

Brady was coming home.

He jumped out of bed and took a quick shower. He didn't know why he was rushing. He had plenty of time, but for some reason he felt like it would go faster if he rushed. He took a long time deciding what to wear. He knew that it didn't really matter. Brady had never cared about how he dressed, but he wanted to look nice. He pulled out his best pair of jeans and a simple black T-shirt. He spent a few minutes messing with his hair but he was still ready to leave an hour before he had planned to.

He tried to distract himself with breakfast, but he was too excited to waste time. Even though he knew he'd still end up waiting at the airport, he grabbed his wallet and keys. As he left and was locking the apartment, Ezra heard Myles' door opening. "Good morning," his neighbor said.

"Hey," Ezra replied. He turned to see that Myles was dressed in a loose T-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. "Are you and Derek still training for the marathon?"

Myles nodded. "Yeah, it's three weeks away. Wait, isn't Brady getting home today?"

Ezra grinned. "I'm going to pick him up!"

"Awesome," Myles said. "Well, I'll let you go. Derek's probably waiting.

Ezra waved and headed down the stairs. Once his feet were on the ground, he ran full speed to his car. It had been too long and he was more than ready to see Brady again.

***

Brady waved goodbye to Barney and slung his backpack over his shoulder. He could barely hold back the excitement as he scanned the crowd. His eyes met Ezra's and suddenly the busy airport felt empty. He broke into a light jog and dropped his backpack as soon as he felt Ezra in his arms. He held his lover close. It was better than in his dreams. He tilted Ezra's chin up and just stared for a moment, taking it all in. He kissed Ezra, not caring about the tears that Ezra had on his cheeks. It didn't matter.

"Fucking faggots," someone shouted.

Brady raised his middle finger, not bothering to break the kiss or even look at the person who had tried to ruin their moment. Whoever it was wasn't worth it. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way.

***

Ezra grinned the entire ride home. He was just so happy to have his Brady back. They kissed at every red light and hand holding progressed to more intimate touches. Ezra wasn't sure how they managed to make it through the apartment door before tearing at each other's clothes. 

Brady was fast and demanding. Ezra's shirt was gone as soon as the door was shut. His hands were all over Ezra's back as their tongues danced. One of his hands roamed to Ezra's nipple and a light pinch had Ezra arching his back and moaning with need. Brady bent down and left his mark on Ezra's neck as they stumbled back to the bedroom. Brady grinned wickedly, gently shoved Ezra on to the bed, and attacked Ezra's zipper. He pulled away Ezra's pants and his cock jumped when he saw his boyfriend wasn't wearing underwear.

Ezra turned slightly pink. "I wanted it to go faster..." he admitted.

Brady kissed Ezra. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, t-too." The last word trailed off into a gasp of pleasure as Brady's mouth descended on his throbbing erection. Brady put a hand on Ezra's stomach to steady his lover who was writhing with pleasure. He reached up, brushing his fingers against Ezra's soft lips. His angel still knew what to do and sucked on Brady's fingers with an obvious neediness.

Brady pressed his saliva slickened middle finger into Ezra's tight opening. Ezra cried out and Brady had to pull his mouth away from Ezra's cock. He wasn't ready for his angel to cum just yet. Ezra whimpered at his denied orgasm, but his disappointment didn't last long as Brady added a second finger.

"I missed you," he whispered, his voice slightly strained from the effort of slamming himself on Brady's fingers.

"You ready for me?" Brady asked.

"Not yet," Ezra replied. "I miss your taste." He scooted away from Brady's fingers and dropped to his knees. He pulled at Brady's zipper and Brady's erection sprung out. He moaned as soon as the head touched his tongue. He took as much of Brady's cock as he could, looking up at Brady the whole time.

Brady knew he couldn't wait much longer. He reached for the drawer of the bedside table, glad to find the lube was in the same place as always. He returned Ezra to the bed and they kissed while Brady worked his belt lose. Once his pants dropped he poured a good amount of lube into his palm and worked it on to his cock. He closed the top and dropped the container to the floor, kissing Ezra again. He found Ezra's entrance and pressed inside. He groaned a bit at the tightness and rested his forehead against Ezra's. "You alright, baby?" he whispered.

"Yes. I missed you."

"I missed you too."

"Brady?"

"Yeah."

Ezra wrapped his arms around Brady's neck and his legs around Brady's hips. "Make love to me, please."

Brady kissed Ezra's forehead. "I've been looking forward to this, angel."

Brady's movements were slow at first, giving Ezra time to adjust. Brady rested his forehead against Ezra's again and smiled when he heard the soft moan that meant he'd hit the spot. He felt the slight sting of Ezra's nails digging into his shoulders and he loved it. He balanced on his palms, thrusting harder and faster.

Ezra's tears of joy clung to his thick eyelashes like dew. Ezra's moans were the most beautiful thing Brady had ever heard and hearing them again after being separated made every lonely moment worth it for Brady. He kissed Ezra once more and held his angel tight as Ezra's moans got louder and his body writhed with his oncoming orgasm. Brady felt Ezra's channel tighten around his cock and a spurt of warm cum coated their stomachs. Brady emptied his seed into Ezra's spasming tunnel and collapsed on top of his lover.

After a moment, the settled in to a more comfortable position and held each other for a long time. Neither of them wanted to move. Brady kissed the top of Ezra's head as his boyfriend caught his breath.

"Worth the wait?" Brady asked.

Ezra laughed. "Yeah, definitely." He sighed and looked up at Brady. "I'm so glad we're together again. I missed you so much. I saved all you letters. I even kept all the voicemails you left so I could listen to them when I missed you." Ezra blushed a bit at the admission, but he knew that Brady would never laugh at him.

Brady held Ezra a little tighter. "I'm so lucky to have you."



College Days Ch. 07



I pulled my cum filled hand from under him and smeared the cum onto his chest and pubic area. He was watching my hand smear the cum around on him, then looked up at me, his eyes wide and his breathing slowing down.

I leaned in and kissed him. My tongue darting around in his open mouth. It took a few minutes, then he finally began to kiss me back. 

After we pulled about, I said, "Okay, you've done that too haven't you?"

"Well, sort of, the hand was smaller but yea," he was blushing red as I gently stroked his tiny cock, trying to coax it back up.

"Smaller?"

He blushed and nodded, then said, "My sister."

Shocked, I exclaimed, "What? Your sister? How? When?"

He took a deep breath and started, "That same day, when my brother caught me, I had my sister's panties on, he came him tied me up with two of her stockings and then made me do those things I told you, then we sorta took turns doing stuff. Well, my sister walked in and caught us both in her stockings, his cock in my ass and she sorta took over." He took a breath and continued, "She made both of us do things to each other. Then she made us eat her, finger her and then she wanted to finger us. It was just fingering, then she got her dildo out and did us both with that, then she did us with her fingers and pressed on until her wrist popped in." He sighed, "Then I came, with her hand in my ass, fingers rubbing my prostate, I came. Well, that excited her so much that she would fist my ass about once a week, make me cum, always in her hand, then she would eat my cum while she fingered herself."

"Wow!" I said, truly amazed, "I think I want to marry your sister!"

He grinned and said, "Well, I can tell you exactly what she likes and doesn't like, she's my twin and she's here at school too!"

I laughed, leaned down and started kissing him again, my hand still teasing his cock. His cock started to rise in my hand as our tongues played with each other. I broke the kiss and whispered into his ear, "Did your sister do you both, or just you?" Stroking his cock.

"She only did me after that first time, my brother was home from college and left the next day," he sighed as my tongue teased his ear and my hand stroked his cock.

I teased his ear more, sending chills down his body, his cock getting harder and harder, "and did you do other things with her?"

"Ohhhh.."he sighed, "Yea, we, she would let me eat her pussy and tongue her ass, I never fucked her, she said she was saving herself....ohhhhh..." he moaned again, his cock now swelling, getting ready to blow.

"Have you and her been together since coming here?" I asked, his cock swelling more and more.

"No, she's got a bitchy roommate that doesn't like me much, friend from schooooolllll...."he exclaimed as his cock erupted all over my hand.

I kept stroking him until the last of his cum had been milked from his tiny balls. I smeared the cum around his pubic area, stomach and chest. I leaned down, kissed him again and then got up off the bed, dressed in my shorts and t-shirt.

I then stood him up and said, "Let's get a shower and clean you up."

I started walking toward the door, pulling him by the arm and he stopped and said, "Hey wait! Don't I need to get dressed? I can't walk down the hall to the shower like this!

I looked at him and asked, puzzled, "Like what?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "Like hand tied behind my back! Like naked! Like covered in cum! Like with cum leaking out of my ass!"

I reached behind him and spread his ass cheeks slightly. He was right there was a small river of cum leaking from his butt and oozing down his right thigh. Then, I said, "Huh, you're right, there is cum leaking out of your ass. But to answer your questions, yes! You are going out, down the hall and into the shower room just like this. Tied up hands. Naked. Cum covered. Cum leaking from your ass. I guess you better hope that everyone is gone."

With that, I pulled him hard, forcing him to move. I opened the door and walked him down the deserted hallway to the showers...

*

Author's note: I hope you like this, it gets out there, but was great fun. If you'd like to hear the rest of the three days, let me know. Otherwise, this will end the College Days stories. 



College Days Ch. 08



Ch. 8 The Shower and Pizza

We headed down the hallway to the showers, him butt naked and hands still taped behind his back. As we walked, I couldn't help but notice his awesome ass. It was perfectly formed and his ass cheeks were muscled and well defined. No one was on my floor, so no one observed his naked, cum stained body as we made walked into the large shower room. I turned on the warm water and moved his under it. I then began to soap his body, being sure to remove the dried cum from his face, neck, chest, ass, legs, crotch and stomach. Of course, we both had raging hardon's again.

"Please untie my hands, I promise I'll stay here and do whatever you want, they are starting to hurt," he pleaded.

"Tell you what," I started, as I wrapped my hand around his swollen cock and gave a gentle squeeze, "I'll untie you when we get back to the room."

He smiled and then moaned as I continued stroking his cock. I reached for my shaving cream and razor, lathered his crotch, and after about four strokes, what little hair he had was gone. I rubbed my hand over the smooth, soft skin, now free of the small tuft of red pubes.

"I was going to do that anyway, after seeing your cock shaved," he said. 

"Well, I thought you might like it," I replied.

I then turned him around and began soaping his back, ass and the back of his legs. As I thoroughly soaped his ass, I let my fingers tease his hole. He moaned. I then worked three fingers easily into his butt and he moaned louder and bent slightly forward, pushing his ass towards my intruding fingers.

I slid up behind him, pulled my fingers from his ass, pushing him further forward with my left hand, I took my right hand and guided my slippery cock towards his glistening ass. My cock slid easily into him, causing him to moan even louder.

He looked back over his shoulder, the water cascading down against the wall next to us and said, "Please, please fuck me!"

"I thought you said you weren't into gay stuff?" I said, teasing him with my cock head only inside him.

He groaned as I pulled outward, letting it slip from his ass, "I thought you said I didn't have to be gay to like this," he moaned.

I then shoved my cock deep inside his soapy ass and watched the soap dripping down his body, the steam rising, his moans deep and filled with desire. I soon felt his perfect, beautiful ass cheeks touching my shaved pubic area and knew I was fully inside him. I then began to slide in and out, forcing my cock deep into his ass with each solid thrust.

Since I had already came so many times tonight, I lasted a long time, pounding him over and over, rocking his young tight body with each thrust. I watched his bound hands bouncing on his back as I jammed my hard cock deeper and deeper. He moaned that he was cumming and I reached under him, grabbing his small cock just as it erupted, filling my hand with his warm seed.

All it took was his warm cum hitting my hand and my own cock began to blast my load into him. It wasn't a large load, only three spurts, but it was felt so good that I felt I was continuing to cum even though nothing more was coming out. I continued to ram his body until my cock softened and slid from him. I watched as a small, thin river of cum ran from his butt and mixed with the soap.

I regained my composure and finished cleaning him, then cleaned myself. I dried us both off. I noticed a bottle of body oil, probably belonging to one of the swimmers in the dorm. I coated him in the body oil, his body now glistening and shimmering in the light. I then led him back to my dorm room, both of us naked.

Once in the room, I took a coin from the desk and flipped it, it landed tails up. I then said to him, "Lay face down on the bed."

He climbed up on my bed, laid face down and I reached into my drawer, pulled out four ties. I then grabbed on of his legs and moved it towards the edge of the bed.

"Hey! What are you doing? I thought you were going to untie me!" He yelled.

I swatted his ass four times, twice on each cheek as hard as I could, causing both cheeks to turn bright red and replied, "Shut up! I'm not finished! I said I'd untie your hands, and I will!" I then slapped both cheeks again, causing him to scream "ouch" loudly.

After I had each leg tied to the outer edges of the bed, leaving his legs spread very wide, I carefully cut the tape off of his hands and he moved them to the head of the bed, first rubbing his wrists, then spreading them to the upper corners.

I smiled as I realized that he actually wanted me to tie him up, spread eagle. I took his left arm, slid it more parallel to his shoulders and said, "So, you like being tied up I see." I then reached for the right arm and began tying it too, I added, "That's good, because I like seeing you tied up too."

"I didn't know how much I liked it," he said, "until you got my legs tied, my cock is even hard again!"

I smiled, slid my hand under him and felt his rock hard cock. I positioned it so that it was directly under his belly, flat against the bed. I then leaned down and gently kissed his still red ass. I covered his butt cheeks in gentle kisses and licks and heard him groan as my tongue worked its way up and down his ass crack. I continued to lick and kiss his ass for several minutes and finally pulled myself up from his beautiful butt.

He was tied, spread eagle, his ass sticking up. I grinned as I admired my new little cock slave.

"Okay, I'm hungry, are you?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm starving too!" he said.

"I'm going out for pizza, and I'll be back in about thirty or forty minutes," I smacked his ass, playfully. "Don't try to get away and don't scream out. Remember, I still have you on tape stealing from us!"

He turned his head towards me, smiled and replied, "I'm not going anywhere, I promise!"

With that, I dressed in sweats and headed to the pizza joint. I was gone for almost an hour and when I got back, I carefully unlocked and opened my door to find him just as I left him, naked, spread eagle, only he was sound asleep. I took the time to eject the tape of him stealing and of our first sexual games and popped in another six hour tape. I found the VCR remote and set it near the bed for easy access.

I had a large pizza and two large drinks with extra drinks for later. I took a piece of ice and rubbed it along his butt. His ass was still pink from the spanking earlier and the ice began to melt, the water leaking into his crack and down his perfect globes. This woke him up.

"Hey! That's cold!" he said, grinning.

"I'm sure I can warm it back up later," I replied.

I then untied his hands and had him sit up on his knees, and he eagerly grabbed the drink and sucked on the straw. His cock wasn't hard now, and was only about two inches long. I stripped, clicked on the recorder and joined him on the bed, the pizza box between us.

I then said, "Okay, so tell me more about your brother and sister and the things you guys have done."

With a mouth full of pizza, he said, "well, my brother and I only did a few things, but my sister is like you, very demanding and bossy!" He smiled. "She's made me do a lot, but she's never let me fuck her."

"What has she done?" I asked, my cock starting to stir, as his was.

He blushed slightly, but his cock gave away his true feelings as it rose to full attention quickly.

"Well, she's made me eat her pussy, which is really cool! She cums like a guy," he said.

"What?" I asked surprised, "How?"

He grinned, "When I like on her button, she starts cumming and this clear, thick liquid gushes out of her, just like a guy, only it's clear and doesn't have much of a taste to it."

I had heard of women doing this, but of course had never seen it. "What else?" I asked.

"Well, you know that she likes to fuck my ass with her hand, and she has a vibrating dildo she uses too." He was turning a darker red, so I knew there was more.

"And?" I asked, reaching over and grabbing his cock and balls in one hand and squeezing.

"OH! OH!" he moaned. "Well, she's a virgin and she won't let a guy do anything to her, and she won't suck dick, so she's forced me to suck off her boyfriends."


He said 'boyfriends' plural. I released his cock and said, "So, you've sucked off her boyfriends, while she watches?"

He nodded, and then added, "The first one was kind of a jerk and he threatened to break up with her if she didn't blow him. So, she somehow got him to wear a blindfold and keep his hands behind his back and she made me do it." He sighed, then moaned as I continued to stroke his cock, "I sucked him off and as I finished she pulled off his blindfold and made him leave. We never saw him again."

"Ohhhh," he groaned, "The last one, he, he had a very big dick, like ten or so inches and was big around as a coke bottle," he moaned again, precum dripping from his cock, "she told him she didn't do blowjobs and he settled for her jerking him off on their dates," he said, stopping to roll his head back and moan again. "She asked me to suck him off for his birthday, and then told him about it, he agreed and so on his birthday, I sucked him off."

I grinned and squeezed his small nuts and pulled on his cock again, "So, is that where you learned to like cum?"

Moaning, he said, "Yea, oh yea, OH! I think I'm about to cum!"

I stopped stroking him, then leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. Our tongues played with each other for several minutes. I broke the kiss, wrapped my hand back around his cock and said, "Tell me more."

"I never thought I'd get into that! Kissing you is awesome!" He exclaimed, smiling, now moaning again.

He then started his story up again, "I never was able to get his cock very deep, but I'd get about four or five inches in and then I'd choke. He'd always pull back."

I stopped him, asking, "How many times did you do him?"

"Well, the first time, I sucked him off and he came like a gallon in my mouth. It spurted everywhere, all over me, my face, my hands, even my sister because she was kneeling next to me." He moaned again and I knew he was going to cum soon.

"After that first time, I'd suck him off about once a week because he would ask my sister to let him." He sighed and smiled, "then one afternoon he called me and asked me to come over to his house. I went. When I got there, he answered the door naked, pulled me in, stripped off my clothes and got on the bed, pulled me on top and spun me around into a sixty-nine position. I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking like always and he swallowed mine whole!" He stopped and moaned, "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop!"

I released his cock again and just rubbed his tiny balls, slipping my finger under him and towards his butt hole, "Keep going."

"He sucked me and I sucked him and in like two minutes we both shot our loads. Mine wasn't huge like his and his cum bubbled out around my mouth, down his cock and on the bed. He swallowed all of mine and had me lick all of his up." He sighed as my teasing finger slid into his ass. "We sat there talking, naked, until we were hard again, then we did each other again, this time I was under him so I wouldn't spill his cum everywhere."

"So, you sucked each other off, then what happened?" I asked.

"Well, nothing for about two weeks, then he invited me over again. I got there, he was naked, I stripped in his hallway and walked into the living room and there were six other naked guys there. I had to suck them all off. I hated it, my stomach hurt for hours 'cause each of them shot off twice in my mouth."

I pulled my finger from his ass and went back to stroking his cock. "Then what happened?" I asked.

His eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned again, "Oh, OH! I'm not sure I can hold back much longer," he groaned. He then started up again, "After I'd sucked the last one off for the second time, the first guy was hard again and I figured I was going to have to start again, but instead, her boyfriend dropped down and started sucking him. After another minute or two, two others were hard and he was bobbing from one to another, sucking his friends. I left."

"Did you ever tell your sister?" I asked, stroking him a little harder.

He nodded, "Yea, I told her that day, she made me eat her pussy and jerk off for her while I told her again and again, she broke up with him the next day, and...OH OH SHIT! I'm CUMMMMING!"

With that, his cock shot a huge load of white creamy cum all over a slice of pizza that was on a paper plate just below his cock. Though it wasn't intended, it was too cool. As he finished his orgasm, I picked up the slice and held it up to his face. I then said, "Look! Creamy Cum Pizza!" I smiled and then gasped as he leaned forward and started eating the slice, taking big bites of the cum covered slice. He ate the enter slice then smiled at me.

"Can I have another cum slice?" He asked, reaching for my hard, aching cock.

I grabbed the last slice of pizza from the box and held it under my cock as he jerked me harder and faster. My cum began to spurt from my cock, covering the pizza slice with a thicker, heavier load than what he had produced. He then took the slice from me and gobbled it down.

He then leaned forward and took my wilting cock in his mouth, sucking it dry.

I finally untied his legs so that we could both go to the restroom. I didn't have to say or do anything, he jumped up and we both went to the restroom, him holding my cock while I peed. I held his while he peed too. When we got back to the bed, he smiled and said, "Can I ask you to do something for me?"

I thought for a minute, and then said, "Sure, go ahead."

He turned his back to me, kneeling on the bed; he placed his head down on the bed and in almost a whisper said, "Will you fist my ass again, please?"

I then slowly started working my fingers into his ass. First two, then three, then four. He was moaning and groaning louder and louder. My entire hand was now in his butt, and cum was oozing from his cock as I massaged his prostate. I was slowing inserting and pulling my hand back out, amazed that his tiny ass could take my whole hand inside him.

As he finished cumming, I pulled my hand from his ass and turned him over, planting my tongue deep inside his mouth. We kissed while his hand was slowly stroking my cock. I knew I was going to cum soon, so I broke the kiss and moved up so that my cock was even with his mouth. I sat, straddling his chest and jerked my cock off until my cum erupted, splashing all over his face. He held his mouth open, catching most, while some ran down his cheeks and across his nose.

When I stopped cumming, I bent down and began to kiss him again. We swapped my cum back and forth, with me using my tongue to clean his face, then depositing the cum back into his mouth.

We drifted off to sleep, cum stuck on both our faces. About three in the morning, I woke up and shut off the lights, the VCR and covered his small naked body up. I then thought that it would be cool to get his sister involved. After all, I wanted to see if her pussy really could gush cum like a cock.

**I hope you liked this installment; I hope to write one more, where Tamera, his sister, joins in. If you think that would be good, please let me know. And thanks again to all those who sent emails!!



College Days Ch. 08



When I woke up she was gone. I slept so hard I didn't even wake up when Collette rummaged around the room getting ready for the conference, I didn't even hear the door as she left. The heavy, dark curtains were still closed, the room cloaked in darkness. It was nearly noon when I finally opened my eyes to the world. 

My first thought was that it couldn't have been real. It must have been a dream. Collette and I had decided to take things slowly between us and hadn't gone beyond kissing and a little touching. It was just my pent up desire for her that triggered a dream that felt so real. About that time I noticed I was sleeping nude. I felt soft, moist skin between my legs. I remembered Collette's delicate hands spreading lotion all over me. It was not a dream.

I could hardly believe we'd done that. I was so tired that night, when she cuddled up next to me in bed I wasn't exactly thinking clearly. But Collette had been awake. What was she thinking? Why had she led me on all this time about taking it slow, only to whisk me away for 3 days in California and jump me the very first night. It didn't make sense. Then again, it was exactly what I really wanted. Who was I to complain? Knowing Collette, we'd have a long talk about it later.

I showered and pondered, convinced it was real, but still feeling like it was a dream. Stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around me, I turned on the TV. The hotel channel noted it was actually a rather cool day, which I hadn't expected. Being right next to the ocean, the cool wind from the Pacific was steadily blowing in keeping the temperatures in the low 70's. I dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt, my shirt-tails left to hang over my belt. Collette wouldn't be done with the conference until around five o'clock, so I found a place to get a cheap sandwich, then strolled down a paved walkway and sat on a bench near the ocean. As I ate, I watched squadrons of birds hover low over the water looking for a meal of their own. Done eating, I put my trash in a can and drifted around the shops in town before returning to a bench outside the hotel, watching the clouds and the birds over the ocean.

It was pretty relaxing. Nice to get out and see a place I'd never been before. It also gave me a lot of time to think.

Collette had been a bit upset about me messing around with Jen and Tammy together. She and Jen had made so many comments up to this point about how I could get a girlfriend; I guess I figured that it wouldn't be a big deal. I was with Jen, after all, it's not like I was off at a bar picking up strangers. This relationship was... I don't know... odd? 

Tammy was definitely pleasant on the eyes, but more than that, I liked Tammy. What I knew of her anyway, which was considerably limited. I'd probably only spent several hours with her altogether, and never just with her. Jen was invariably around anytime Tammy was over. I didn't have a crush on Tammy - she was fun to hang out with and seemed to have a pleasant way about her - but I was very focused on my desire for Collette and Jen. I guessed it was probably a good idea to keep my interactions with Tammy to simple friendship and stay away from further compromising situations with her. I really had no intention of upsetting Collette, what happened just sort of happened. It wasn't planned.

Collette. She and I had been so close for so long, and yet Jen was the one who leapt right into bed with me. Jen always had been more forward, almost childlike in comparison. Collette was the grown-up of the pair. She was the one holding down a good job, paying the bills, keeping the house in good repair. Collette was responsible and domestic. Jen was more like a kid with a new toy, and I was the toy. I didn't mind being the toy, I loved Jen terribly. It was just different with her, less serious. While Collette and I first joked about getting married then later started talking seriously about it, I never had any such illusions with Jennifer. The idea of Jen settling down and getting married seemed laughable. She'd always be jumping from one obsession to the next, looking for the next cool thing. Jen would rather buy a new outfit than clean her own clothes. Collette scrubbed floors and washed laundry as though it were her life's work sometimes, then scolded Jen and I if we didn't keep the house the way she'd left it.

At 18, I hadn't given much thought to long-term relationships, but realized in the last few days that, if I had an ideal mate, it was Collette. She knew me better than anyone, all my odd habits and mannerisms, my faults and shortcomings, yet... she loved me. She had known me since I was three, nearly my entire life. She'd kissed my scrapes and bruises, played with little green army men with me, even bathed and fed me from time to time, yet she loved me, not just as a little brother, but as a man. 

I knew her just as well, and that's why I was so in love with her. Warm, nurturing, emotionally grounded, Collette was the emotional rock in our family. She could be a vicious viper when someone she loved was threatened, but she was a gentle, purring cat nuzzling my neck when we were alone. She was incredibly intelligent, thoughtful, and quirky. All that, combined with a surreal, intoxicating beauty that stopped my breath and started my engine whenever I laid eyes on her. As I sat there on the bench staring at the bay, I realized that I didn't just love Collette, I was hopelessly, desperately in love with her, with everything about her. I would never be completely satisfied with anyone else.

Cool hands slipped from behind my head to cover my eyes. I had been lost in thought and was taken by surprise, startled until I felt warm, soft lips brush the nape of my neck. Of course, there was only one person in the entire state that even knew I existed, so I knew who it was. I felt a second warm kiss a little higher up, then a hot, breathy whisper in my right ear.

"Hey baby, how you doin'?" Collette said in as low a voice as she could muster. I laughed, remembering the line from Joey on the show 'Friends'. It was a joke we had started using to greet each other for a while when I was in junior high and she had come home for the summer.

"I could really use a good meal, I'm starving!" I said, reaching up over me to hold her head and pull her closer to me "I haven't eaten much since I got up at nearly twelve o'clock." I pulled Collette into a smooth, full kiss as she stood over me. Collette slipped around the bench to sit next to me and cuddled up close.

"How did you know I was out here?" I asked, "Is it five thirty already?" Collette snuggled up against me in the cool salty breeze, her hands grasping mine, trying to warm up her fingers.

"The last seminar got out a little early," She kissed my cheek, "I went out to the lobby, looked through the windows to the bay, and saw this amazing guy out there! I went to go hit on him, but he seems to have disappeared..." 

I gently punched her shoulder with my free hand.

"Yeah, I saw this hot babe across the street when I walked out of the hotel this morning, but she was gone by the time I could get through the traffic to attack her with my boyish charm." I retorted.

Collette pinched me.

"Ouch!" I exclaimed with a smile, "You'd better watch out, sis, I'm stronger than you! And I know just how to get you."

"Ooo, maybe you'll pin me down later... I might like that!" She cooed, returning my smile.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" I asked, liking where the conversation was going. "Maybe I should carry you up to our room right now and show you who's boss?"

"Tempting, but maybe later, I'm hungry too." Collette stood up and pulled my arm to get me to follow her, "Let's go find some good food, you can pin me down and torture me later!"

I got up and we started walking down the paved path to find a restaurant called the "Old Bath House". One of her friends at the conference had suggested it as a good, quiet place for a meal. I held Collette's hand in mine as we strolled along the bay and watched all the people walking and roller-blading around us. By the time we got to the restaurant, the temperature had dropped a few more degrees and Collette was cuddled up tightly against me, her arms around my back and chest, my right arm around her shoulder. I loved the feeling of her close to me, it felt safe, secure, and even a bit of a turn-on, given our recent encounter. 

As soon as we stepped into the restaurant I knew I was out of my financial league. It was a much nicer restaurant than I had imagined. We were seated at a table by the window, overlooking the bay. A lighted candle on the white cotton tablecloth put a warm glow on Collette's pretty face, I loved staring into that face. The whole room was rather dim, making the whole place seem intimate. When I looked at the prices on the menu, I decided I was in trouble.

"Collette, I'm not sure I can afford to eat here." I said cautiously. Collette tilted back her menu to look up at me with her brilliant green eyes. Butterflies attacked my stomach just meeting her gaze, she was so beautiful.

"Mark, my food is going to be expensed, and I can pay for yours. Don't worry, just enjoy yourself." She went back to reading her menu. I continued staring at her, watching her eyes as they scanned the menu, the way her hair cascaded down her neck, the noble curve of her nose, the full, luscious lipped that I longed to kiss once more. God she was gorgeous.

At the same time, I was trying to figure out whether I should feel grateful or embarrassed. On the one hand, she was my sister, it's not such an odd thing for a sister to buy dinner for her brother. On the other hand, we were now much more than siblings. I was raised to be pretty traditional, and it just didn't feel right, this meal was pretty much a date, I felt like I should be paying for it. Oh well, I'd been eating her groceries for 2 weeks, though I'm sure our parents had given her money to help cover expenses. I sucked up my pride and looked through the menu, stealing glances at her from time to time. I made sure to order something that wasn't on the high side of the price list.

Of course, we were at a restaurant overlooking a bay, so we both ordered seafood. I had grilled tuna, Collette ordered salmon, along with a bottle of red wine. It was great food, but sharing it with Collette was the real treat for me. It was so nice to have her all to myself. We stared out the window at the ocean making small talk as we waited for our food and grazed on the bread and butter the waitress had brought to our table.

"You're like a little kid in a candy shop." Collette said after several minutes.

"What do you mean?" I asked, noticing how gracefully her lips moved when she talked, and the gentle curve of her chin down to her elegant, smooth neck. I couldn't wait to get my lips back to her neck later on.

"You keep looking at me like a special treat that you can only see behind the glass case." She said, "You know, you'll get to reach in and take some candy soon!" My heart jumped at that comment. I so badly wanted the candy right then and there. 

Collette laughed, "It's not like I'm playing hard to get!"

"I'm just waiting for my next chance to smother you with kisses and hold you close to me. I can't wait!"

We were interrupted by the waitress bringing our food. We thanked her and dug into our meals, neither of us had eaten for several hours.

"I think the waitress has a crush on you." Collette said mid-meal, smiling across her half-eaten filet of pink fish. 

"What are you talking about?" I asked, totally unaware of whatever it was she had noticed.

"Are you telling me you didn't notice how she smiles at you? How her eyes brighten up when she talks with you? For the love of God, she even did a hair-flip for you when she turned to take your order. If it was any more obvious she'd be drooling down your neck by now!"

"I only have eyes for you." I said, sweetly as I could muster. 

"Would you like some wine with your cheese?" She sneered, then actually did pick up the bottle and pour it into my glass.

"You know I'm too young to drink." I said nervously, glancing around to see if anyone noticed. Collette winked.

"As long as you don't advertise it, no one's going to ask." She said, "Now stop looking like you're a criminal back from the bank with a bag of money!"

"But I am!" I said quietly. She gave me a light kick under the table.

"Quit acting like you've never sneaked a drink before," She said, "it's not like you haven't been drinking at my house anyway." Collette took a sip of her wine. 

"Ok," I replied, "Changing the subject..." I hesitated, I wasn't really sure how to broach the topic, "what exactly happened last night? I thought we were... you know... taking things slow?"

Collette actually blushed, "Well," she smiled over at me while scooping a piece of fish with her fork, "I guess I just got a little carried away."

"Carried away" I raised my eyebrows, "I think that's a bit of an understatement!"

Collette lowered her voice, "I was actually hoping you'd follow me into the shower last night, but I know you were really tired. I did my best, though, I even got naked in the bathroom with you! And I saw you looking in the mirror!"

"Sorry," I said, my voice quiet as well, "I was really tired, and, truthfully, it didn't even occur to me that it might be ok with you. You do remember how we were taking it slow?" I emphasized.

"So you want me to back off?" She asked, faking a pout.

"Of course not! I was just... surprised, that's all."

"Well, maybe it's time to take it a little less slow." Collette mused, "Mark, I can't stand it anymore. I love you, I want you, and remembering how... nice... you look outside of your clothes... I just couldn't help myself. I've been wanting to do that and so much more ever since that first night we made out on the couch the other week."

I was surprised. I thought she was the responsible one in this relationship. She's the one who convinced me to slow down, that it wasn't the right time. She's the one who tried to help me not be overly excited about sleeping in bed next to her each night without any sort of release. Now it turns out she was just as frustrated as I was? Go figure.

"I think this will be an interesting evening." Was all I said. We both bust up laughing. The people at the tables next to us looked over to see what the joke was, then went back to their meals none the wiser.

We chatted casually about various things through the rest of the meal, then held hands over the table while we continued talking after the dishes had been cleared away. We weren't talking romantically or anything, it just felt nice to be touching, to be together. We ordered a single piece of cheesecake with strawberries and decaf coffee after the meal, then fenced with our forks over who would get the last few bites. It was very comfortable, very casual, and I was having a lot of fun just being with my favorite person.

We walked briskly back to the Hotel as the sun was setting, arm in arm. The air was getting even cooler and Collette wanted to get into the warmth as soon as possible. When we finally got through the door to our room she slammed it shut behind us and jumped on me, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips, laughing and thrusting her lips boldly onto mine. I felt her cold hands on my neck and shivered a little bit, but enjoyed the rush of passion and desire as we kissed against the closed door.

"Take me to the bathroom," She said into my ear, "I want to get into that Jacuzzi-tub and warm up!"

Collette locked her lips on my neck while I awkwardly carried her into the bathroom and set her down on the counter-top. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around me and started unbuttoning my shirt from the top down. At the same time, I began working the buttons of her blouse, feeling the excitement each time my hands brushed her lovely firm breasts. Butterflies were making hurricanes in my stomach. This was going to be it. We were finally alone.

As Collette pulled the shirt from my shoulders, her mouth met my chest, sucking a nipple between her warm, liquid lips. She laughed into my skin as I struggled to get her shirt off, physically having to pull her arms away from me as I fought to get her blouse off her arms. 

"Watch out or I might bite!" She said, gently nibbling on my nipple.

"You watch out, or I'll bite back!" I warned playfully, "Don't make me pin you down!"

I managed to get her shirt off and started working on the clasp of her bra, not a small feat while she was busy exploring my entire front side with her lips and tongue. Without warning, she sat up and reached behind her own back with a coquettish grin, undoing the clasp herself and tossing her bra to the floor.

"Enough!" She said, "I'm too cold, go start running the hot water!" 

I obeyed as she jumped off the counter, kicked off her shoes, then took down her pants and panties all at once as I walked to the tub. Collette came up behind me and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down along with my briefs to my ankles before realizing my shoes would need to come off first. She knelt behind me while I struggled with the knobs to adjust the water temperature and tried to lift my foot so she could remove my shoe.

"Did I ever tell you you have a really nice ass?" Collette said, planting a kiss on my right butt cheek.

"Did I ever tell you 'ya got a real purty mouth?" I shot back, lifting my feet one at a time so she could wedge off my shoes before getting my pants off of my ankles. Collette laughed and gave me a pat on the butt after she tossed my shoes aside.

Both of us completely naked now, I couldn't help but turn and stare, completely unashamed that my manhood was sticking straight out like a lightpost between us, suddenly, I just didn't care anymore. I guess I just no longer had any inhibitions with Collette. I looked her body up and down, appreciating it as if for the first time, relishing the curves of her hips and breasts, the neatly trimmed public hair, the slim hourglass shape of her figure. 

Noticing what I was doing, Collette jutted out one hip and pushed out her chest, striking a pose. 

"What do you think?" She asked, smiling at me with her whole being.

"I think I just died and went to heaven." I said in a near whisper, "I think you are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on." Collette turned and pushed her ass out toward me, her long auburn hair cascading down her slightly arched back as she leaned forward and shoved her hips back, giving me yet another fantastic view.

"What about this side?" She asked mischievously, waiting for another compliment.

"If you stand that way much longer, you might start to feel some bumping sensations..." I laughed, then ran my hand up the back of her thigh and tracing it up the smooth round curves of her toned ass and hips.

"Ok, I'm still cold..." She said, turning to face me "do you have that bath ready yet?"

"Yeah, I noticed you were cold!" I said, gently grasping a breast with my hand and slowly massaging an erect nipple between my thumb and index finger. The water wasn't very deep yet, just a few inches, but Collette brushed me aside and climbed in anyway. I climbed in after her and we cuddled up together as the hot water kept rising. The tub was a good size for two people, this was obviously its intended purpose. We kissed passionately, stroking each other's bodies while we waited for the tub to finish filling. I felt like bursting, not just with an orgasm, but with the pure joy of finally being so intimate with Collette.

Collette was still shivering, goose bumps climbing up her beautiful chest. I loved the way her nipples hardened and stood out proudly from her large breasts. Nevertheless, I grabbed the shower attachment and turned it on, then sprayed warm water over her body to help warm her up. Collette cooed with satisfaction at finally getting warm. I left the water running between us as I brought her face to mine and we continued kissing, her hand gently stroking my chest, my abdomen, then reaching down and gently, slowly stroking my aching erection. The water slowly filled the tub around us as we explored each other's bodies with our hands, grasping here, stroking there, I wanted to feel every inch of her at once.




College Days Ch. 08



Collette tugged at me to turn around and sit facing away from her while her legs straddled me from behind, parting my legs. The warm pillows of her full breasts pressed into my back as her hands stroked up and down my front. I ran my hands along her legs on either side of me, digging my hands into her toned muscles.

"Grab that shampoo on the ledge," Collette instructed. I reached over and handed it to her. She brought the shower attachment over my head and made sure I was completely wet, then lathered her hands with the lavender scented shampoo. She began washing my short cropped hair.

"I remember doing this to you when you were little," Collette giggled, "it never occurred to me that I'd still be doing it at this age, your head's a little bigger now!"

"It wasn't quite like this!" I exclaimed, "I don't remember you ever getting naked in the bath with me when I was a kid! This is much better!"

"We did take a shower together once," She remembered, "I think you were like 3 years old, just before I hit puberty. I would never have done that after I started growing hair and boobs! I remember you wanted to stay in there for like an hour and play with bath toys!" Collette's fingers massaged my scalp, that, combined with my intense awareness of her breasts pressing into my back and feeling her neatly shaved pelvis pressed up behind me were keeping me in a steady state of arousal.

"I still like playing in the shower," I said, "It's just the toys that have changed." I reached around behind me and lightly stroked the side of her breast. "I wasn't too interested in girls when I was 3!" I said, "I didn't notice much until I was 8 or 9, I think."

"Oh really?" Collette mused, "And what were you noticing when you were 9?"

"Boobs." I said plainly, prompting laughter from behind me, "I certainly noticed you and Jen, but it was pretty innocent. It wasn't until I was 11 or 12 that I really started taking a serious interest in girls. But boobs were always of interest!"

"Close your eyes." Collette said, then rinsed the shampoo from my head, continuing to massage my scalp while she did so. "Ok," She said, scooting around to the side, "now you do mine!"

I pulled her around in front of me, intensely aware every time I came into contact with her breasts and legs, then scooted her back as I straddled her now, the sensitive skin of my erection pulsing with the sensation of pressing up against her back as I pulled her to me. I put my hands under her arms around her font and squeezed her breasts under the water as I held her close and kissed the back of her neck. It wouldn't take much at this point for me to completely lose control, I was beyond excited, I imagine it was like being on drugs.

"I really love these," I said with my lips on her neck, "I just want to hold them all the time."

Collette moaned her approval as I massaged her breasts and gently squeezed her sensitive nipples, running them back and forth between my fingers. 

"You can spend more time with them if you want, but at some point, you are going to wash my hair, right?" Collette laughed.

"Oh yeah, that!" I said with my lips still brushing against the smooth skin of her neck, "I got a little distracted!"

I grabbed the handle and soaked her hair in the clear, warm water, then squirted a bunch of shampoo on her head and began massaging it into her scalp as she had done for me.

"So when you were starting to notice boobs, did you ever think about doing anything with me or Jen?"

"Sure I thought about it," I said, "two gorgeous teenage girls living in the same house with me, and one of them had really fantastic boobs!" I quickly ran a hand down her front to indicate who's boobs I was talking about, "It would have been impossible not to think about it! But you were my sisters and I figured that was off-limits, so I tried not to think too much about it."

"I bet you would have exploded if you saw one of us naked back then!" 

"Uhm... well... sure." I said cautiously.

"So you did see one of us naked?" Collette asked, taking a deeper interest.

"Well, I may have peaked just once or twice," I laughed, "what can I say? I was curious and you two weren't exactly careful about locking doors very often."

"Now you have to tell me," Collette said, snaking a hand behind her back, she ran her hand down to my penis and started gently massaging, "so what did you see... and what did you do?"

I laughed, "I never thought we'd ever have this conversation." I said, still running my hands through her heavy wet hair. "You never locked the door when you went in to take a shower, it was a continual source of temptation for me for at least a couple of years! Once in a while, when I thought I could get away with it, I'd open the door a crack and wait until you got out of the shower so I could see you naked. It was the highlight of puberty for me!"

"I can't believe you did that!" She laughed, still stroking my cock, which was starting to feel like it was going to explode. "I always thought you were such an innocent kid."

"Well... mmmm, that feels really good." I said, "Collette, if you don't want... something... floating in the water around us, you'd better take a break or something." Collette giggled and took her hand off of my nearly bursting erection. She moved her hands to the sides of my legs instead. 

"Anyway," I started again, gaining some composure, "I was pretty innocent, heck, I never even had sex with anyone until a few weeks ago. But I was curious, and I spent no small amount of time in my room releasing the pressure, so to speak!" 

"What were you thinking about while you did that?" Collette turned her head to smile at me.

I laughed nervously, "Well, mostly just about touching and kissing. I didn't really know all that much about sex."

"Ok, but who were you thinking about touching and kissing?" She asked, not letting me get away with such a vague answer.

"There were only a few really good looking girls I knew," I said, "you do the math."

Collette laughed, "Why don't you rinse my hair so we can do something to keep the water from getting... messy."

"Yes, ma'am!" I said eagerly. I rinsed her hair thoroughly, a thin sheet of bubbles now covering the surface of the water.

"First we have to get you clean," Collette turned and grabbed a bar of soap, her wonderful breasts peaking out above the surface of the water and giving me a very pleasant view. She started at my arms and chest, then had me stand up so she could rub soap all over me, including the parts I was aching for her to touch. I managed to hold my excitement a little longer, relishing each touch of her hands on my sensitive skin. After rinsing me off slowly, letting her free hand roam over every inch of my body, she stood up and started rubbing the soap on herself.

"Hey, now," I objected, "that's my job!"

Collette smiled and handed me the bar of soap. I spent the next five minutes making sure she was completely lathered in it, running my own hands over every bit of her body, feeling the wonderful new sensation of my hands on her soapy breasts, sliding all around. I wanted to touch everything and I did, Collette giving light moans from time to time as I massaged every last crook and crevice of her body. I couldn't believe my good fortune, and my desire to take her was reaching critical levels.

Finally rinsing her off, Collette pushed me back to sit down on the edge of the tub, then, smiling and looking right into my face with her dazzling green eyes, she bent down and began kissing down my chest, down my middle, finally reaching the place that I had been longing for. She took the tip of my cock into her warm, full lips and massaged the head with her tongue, one hand wrapped around its girth, the other rolling my balls between her fingers, alternating between firm and gentle touches. Kneeling down before me, she stroked her hand up and down the length of my sensitive rod, her mouth following her hand up, then down, swirling her tongue around every which way.

Collette reached her free hand around my waist and pulled herself into me, slowly taking my entire length into her hot mouth, until her warm, fleshy lips made contact with the skin around the base, then slowly rising back up again. I had never felt anything so good in my life, and I could barely hold back as she did this over and over again, the hand around my waist pulling me into her tightly each time she came down, then gently releasing as she pulled her lips up all the way to the top and nearly off of me before starting back down once more. Collette started moving with a slow rhythm, steadily increasing her speed and getting firmer each cycle. My hands reached down to her head just to feel her move as her skillful mouth slid up and down my shaft, sending waves of pleasure through my body. She never made it to a truly fast cadence, it wasn't needed. As the ecstasy of her lips and tongue traveled back down one last time, I climaxed into her mouth with a moan of pleasure. Collette pulled me in tight once more as my cock pulsed with orgasmic relief into her mouth, the fulfillment of weeks of anticipation. 

As I finished, Collette let her mouth slip off the end of my cock, which produced a ticklish sensation and made me laugh and pull back. I slid back down into the tub, momentarily spent and feeling completely relaxed. Collette laid herself on top of me and kissed me, her tongue rushing into my mouth as her breasts slid across my bare chest. It was then I realized that she had swallowed everything, leaving only a light salty coating in her mouth. I kissed her back with passion, thrilled with the culmination of so much desire.

After a few moments I turned her around to face away from me and I held her tightly as I caressed her body, letting my fingers drift over her stomach, breasts, and down between her thighs as she relaxed, leaning her head back onto my shoulder. I slowly began to stroke the outer lips of her mound as my other hand massaged her full, firm breasts and played with her nipples. She opened her mouth to suck on my fingers as I stroked her mouth with one hand and at last slid my other hand between the moist lips of her vagina, a new arousal grabbing hold of me as I did so. Collette moaned in pleasure.

"I've been waiting so long for this," she moaned again, "I love it when you touch me."

"I've been dying to touch you like this since the day we first kissed," I said, "It feels like we waited forever." I continued stroking deeper into her flesh, feeling the arousal in me becoming more intense as Collette's hips started gently moving. 

"I'm not very experienced at this," I said into her ear as I kneaded a plump breast in one hand, while stroking the length of vagina under the water with the other, "if there's something you want me to do differently, let me know."

"Mmmm.... You're doing just fine, Mark, no worries." Collette cooed.

She moved her hand down to mine and led my middle finger to her clit, moving it in little circles before letting go and relaxing again. Her hands fell at her sides as I continued the motion in time with the movement of her hips, stroking lightly, then firmly at various points, then sliding up and down a few times, back to circles. I loved the feel of her flesh beneath my hands, but most of all I was desperately turned on by watching her writhe in pleasure as what I was doing. The bubbles had mostly popped, and through the filmy soap of the water, I watched her hips rising and sinking, her supple breasts peaking just above the waterline. I never imagined a woman this sexy would have anything to do with me. 

I lowered my head toward her neck as I started pushing a finger gently into the tight, waiting hole at the base of her pelvis. I kissed her lightly and I slowly pushed it in, just to the first knuckle, then back out again, amazed at how tight it was. I couldn't imagine how it would ever open up to accept something larger than my finger, though I knew it would.

I began to suck on her neck softly as I made it to the second knuckle, a recent rush of fluid had lubricated everything beneath the lips of her flesh, and it was getting easier and easier to move my finger in and out, sliding up to her clit between motions, her hips rising up to meet me each time.

"I think we'd better get to the bed," Collette said in a low, soft voice, "the water isn't really the best place for this." I held the side of her head with my hand and turned her mouth toward me, kissing her deeply while I stroked her sex beneath the water, then gently let go so we could get up.

We quickly dried each other off, laughing at the awkwardness of both attacking each other with towels at the same time. Collette finally wrapped a towel around herself and walked into the bedroom, I followed, naked.

"I don't think you need that towel," I said as I pulled it off of her next to the bed, then quickly pushed her back onto the mattress and jumped on her, pinning her arms down.

"Remember how you wanted me to pin you down earlier?" I laughed. My cock jumped as I felt her body pressed up to mine, her pubic hairs rubbing against the sensitive skin a the tip of my erection.

"Mmmm..." Collette moaned, "You can pin me anywhere you'd like, sexy."

I kissed her with all the passion I was feeling, then worked my lips down her neck to her chest, rolling her nipples with my tongue before sucking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I kissed all around her large breasts, engulfed in the wonder of how good they felt next to my skin, on my tongue, in my mouth.

I eventually moved down lower and placed wet kisses down her flat midsection, scooting down further until my lips were brushing the top of her moist pubic hair. Collette's hands laid flat on either side of my head as I moved just inches lower and slid my tongue up the length of her slit, the lips swollen and moist. I drank in the clean scent of her as I parted the lips with my tongue, finding the snugly closed hole, then running back up to alternately stroke, then suck her clit with my mouth. My fingers found the warm fleshy hole once more as my mouth continued to work her clit, Collette's hips starting to press into me in an easy rocking motion.

As her hips started moving more forcefully, I placed both hands around her hips, gripping the skin around her slim frame as it danced in pleasure. I started spending all my time just on her tender clit, that seemed to be where she had the biggest reactions. I began painting the alphabet with my tongue, something that Jen had taught me over the last few weeks.

A few minutes of this was all it took. Collette's hips began moving with more and more intent, I held myself in place with one palm on her pelvis, the other hand gripping a firm cheek of her shapely bottom. She began moaning as her passion grew stronger, finally gripping my head and pulling me tight in between her legs as she let out a yell of release, much louder than I would have expected.

The hands around my head relented, then I moved with them as she pulled me up to kiss me, tasting her own essence on my tongue with an unexpected fervor. I pulled away from her as I couldn't stop myself from laughing at her intensity. Seeing me smiling, she laughed as well.

"So I guess that was alright for you, then!" I grinned, wiping the saliva and fluids from my mouth.

"That was awesome!" She said, pushing me back onto the bed and straddling my hips. Collette leaned over and kissed me once more, her free hanging breasts brushing across my ribs, then mashing into them. As we kissed, she reached down with her left hand and gripped my solid member, directing it to the place I'd been dreaming about it going all this time. I felt the tip press up against her tight little hole, the fluid and warmth giving me a singular jolt of energy. Collette moved her hips up and down slowly a few time, gently opening herself to receive me, then firmly released her weight, enveloping me completely in the taut, warm tunnel of her body, making me feel more alive than I ever had. It wasn't just the physical feeling of having sex, I'd done that a few times now, and while I enjoyed it immensely, this was different. I was becoming one with the person I yearned for. Our bodies melded together as Collette's hips started to rise and fall in a gentle rhythm. As she sat up on top of me, her pelvis pushed down even further, and I could feel the sensitive tip of my manhood pressing against what I can only assume was her uterus. It was the best feeling I can remember. 

I raised my hands to her hips, to her breasts, to her mouth. I smoothed them across her cheek and neck, her shoulders and arms. I ran them around her stomach as she moved slowly, deeply, passionately around me. Her emerald eyes fixed with my own, our souls dancing together in a wonder of bliss. Collette pressed her hands to my chest as she rose up higher, letting me slide almost completely out of her, then plunging her full hips down again to envelope me inside her. I could feel the passion in me rising as I watched her move. We spoke volumes to each other without a word, just staring in each others eyes as we made love.

I rolled Collette over to the side after several minutes, taking over. Her legs locked behind my waist as I pressed myself deeply into the euphoric embrace of her body and soul. I kissed her mouth, letting my tongue trace the contours of her lips as I held myself deep inside her, worshiping her body with my own. The passion built as I moved slowly out and then plunged back in again. Collette tensed her muscles and raised her hips up to meet me as we settled into a steady cadence, her legs pulling me close and then releasing as I pulled back. Faster and deeper until we were both breathing heavily, Collette began moaning and gripping me tighter. My voice joined the chorus as she grabbed me with her arms and legs together, pressing me in as deeply as I could go, both of us suddenly releasing in an explosion of pure heaven.

I fell on her exhausted for a moment, not pulling out. I wanted to savor the last seconds of our union. Collette was my only desire, my only wish. Finally rolling over, I lay on my side facing Collette, who turned to look back at me. Her eyes moist, a tear rolling down her cheek toward the sheets.

"Mark, I love you. No words can express how much I feel about you." I ran the back of a finger over her cheek, wiping away the tear.

"Collette, I couldn't have said it better myself, you are truly the love of my life." We held each other close, ignoring the mess between us. We simply held each other for several long moments, finally content, finally together.



College Days Ch. 09



We were on our third day of me having my way with Mark. So far, I had fucked his ass nine times, cumming inside him seven times, shooting my wad on his ass twice more. He had sucked my cock five times, swallowing the load each time and he had been allowed to cum five times.

It was now three in the morning, I had gotten up to go take a leak and came back into my dorm room, and saw his perfect ass spread wide open, his legs still tied spread eagle on the bed. His hands were still tied to, exposing him completely. I reached down and gently rubbed his beautiful ass, he moaned and asked, "Are you going to fuck me again?"

I grinned to myself and asked, "Do you want me to?" Slipping my fingers between the globes of his ass, my middle finger teasing his hole.

"Either that, or," he hesitated, "or, fuck my mouth again."

I smiled and said, "I've got an idea." I then reached over to my desk and opened the drawer, pulled out a seven inch dildo. The dildo was about two inches round and curved just like a real dick. I grabbed the lube and slicked the dildo up, then I applied some lube to Mark's ass crack and pried his hole open just enough to squirt the lube into his butthole.

I slowly worked the dildo deep into his ass, inch by inch it disappeared into his butt.

"OH! OH! That's fuckin' awesome!" he groaned. "It's huge! I love it!"

Soon, the full seven inches was in and I began to pull it out and shove it back in. First only an inch or so, then two, then three. Now I was pulling it a full six inches out and ramming it back inside his ass, with each thrust he screamed into the pillow under his face. 

I now had the dildo buried completely in his butt. I grabbed the duct tape off the table and tore off a six inch strip. I then taped the dildo in place, using his round butt to anchor the tape down.

I walked around to the front of the bed, lifted his face up and slid the pillow under his chest so that his face was raised up. His eyes were shining and he smiled, opening his mouth as he saw my fully erect cock pointing to his lips. I slid inside his mouth, grabbing his hair and slowing moving forward. I felt the tip of my cock hit the back of his throat and he tried to gag. I didn't pull back, I pushed harder, holding his red hair tightly in my hands. I kept pushing, he kept gagging. Spit and slobber was pouring from his mouth as he gagged more and more. When I felt his lips touch my pubic area, I began to pull back and let him catch his breath. I then rammed my cock back in, followed by more gagging and much more slobber. Tears were streaming down his face as my cock continued to bang back and forth in and out of his mouth and throat.

I continued to ram my cock down his throat until I couldn't last much longer. I pulled out and blasted my load all over his face, coating his eyes, nose and mouth. I wiped my dripping cock up and down his face until it was drained completely.

"Thank you! Thank you! I love your cum, I love your cock," he moaned.

I squatted down on the floor in front of him and kissed him deeply. I could taste my cum in his mouth, and the slobber he'd been coughing up. After kissing him for several minutes, I stood up and removed the ropes from his hands. I then freed his legs, leaving the seven inch dildo taped up his ass. I had him stand up on the bed, facing me. I took his five inch rock hard cock into my mouth and began to bathe his balls and shaft with my tongue.

"I can't hold back," he exclaimed, "I'm gonna cum soon! Oh shit!!! Here it comes!!"

It only took about five minutes and he began to cum, filling my mouth. I took his entire load, holding it in my mouth, I laid him back down, opened his mouth and positioned my mouth over his. I then opened my mouth and allowed his cum to drip from my mouth into his. Once I was drained, I lowered my mouth and we kissed, swirling his cum between our mouths. I finally broke our kiss again and he swallowed his load.

I then climbed into bed beside him and he wrapped his arms around me. We then drifted off to sleep, the dildo still snug inside his ass.

We woke up around nine in the morning and walked down the hall to the shower, me in boxers, him naked, with the seven inch dildo still buried in his ass. As we showered, he played with my balls and cock until I blew my first load of the day. I then let him jerk himself off for me. We went back to the room and I undid the tape and slid the dildo from his butt.

"Oh, oh, man I feel so empty," he said, reaching his hand behind him and feeling his butthole, realizing that it was still spread open.

"I guess your punishment is over," I started, "I'll let you go now, but if you ever break in here again, I'll have spread eagle in the hall and every guy on this floor fuck you," I said.

He looked puzzled, then said, "So, that's it? You're not going to tell on me? You're just gonna let me leave now?"

"That's right, you can go, or you can stay here until my roommate gets back," I smiled and added, "of course, if you stay you have to stay naked and you'll have to be sucking me off when he gets back."

He thought for a minute, then said, "I really ought to go, I have a ton of homework to do and I'm not ready to let others know that I like cock." He reached for his sweat bottoms and slid them on. 

"Too bad, I was thinking you might like a cock in your mouth and one in your ass. It's much better with a real cock in both, not just a big dildo," then I said, "Of course, I do understand. But, you can always come back for more."

He smiled, kissed me and then dropped to his knees, looking up he said, "Can I have one more load for the road?" He then began to suck my cock taking as much down his throat as he could without choking.

His blow job was awesome, his small hands rotated from playing with my balls to spreading and kneading my ass cheeks. He kept it up for almost ten minutes and I felt my balls filling with cum. Seconds later, my cock began to shoot cream down his hot throat. He swallowed the full amount, none escaped his mouth as he swallowed quickly.

He stood up, grabbed his torn shirt and headed out without another word.

After he left, I grabbed the DVD recorder and sat down to mix the cuts of what I had been able to record over the last few days. Once I was down, I had more than two hours of fucking, sucking, dildo and S&M clips of him taking load after load. I then copied the DVD and wrote on the cover "Your brother". I then wrote a quick note to his sister, Marissa, that said; 'Your brother told me about the things you made him do, about you fucking him with toys and about you forcing him to eat your pussy. I'd like for you to watch me do these things to him again, in person, then let me eat your pussy and watch you fuck him. If interested, he knows who I am and where to find me, just show up.'

I then took the DVD and the note and placed them in a padded envelope. After dressing, I took the package to Marissa's dorm room and slid it under the door.

Two weeks later, they showed up at my dorm while my roommate was at class. The experience was incredible, but that's another story. Suffice to say, the three of us moved in together the next semester and stayed together through college. If you want to hear those stories, please write me and I'll work them up.



College Days Ch. 09



Colette and I arrived home late Wednesday afternoon from the airport. Colette was pretty tired, she had risen early for the conference each morning we were away, then again to catch the plane home. In addition, we'd stayed up late each of the three nights in Monterey spending time exploring each other's bodies. It was a fantastic trip, but both of us were feeling a bit worn. 

We'd had a long talk the day before, as I knew we would, concerning my little threesome with Jen and Tammy. She understood I didn't do anything wrong really, she'd expressly told me even after getting involved that it was ok for me to date other girls, that I wasn't really bound to her in any formal way. She had just become so attached to me that she was a bit jealous. Understandable considering how close we were. In the end, I told her I wouldn't do anything like that again if it upset her. She told me to hold that thought for a while and give her a chance to talk with Jen about it. Colette being the mediator of the family, I agreed to let them deal with it and get back to me on what was ok and what wasn't moving forward. I really was madly in love with Colette. As much as I was also head over heels for Jen, I'd probably give up my romantic relationship with her in order to keep Colette happy. 

Of course, as we arrived home and walked in the door, Jen didn't know any of this had gone on, she was just happy to see us.

"Hey, you two!" Jen called as we walked in. She rushed up and jumped on me, arms around my neck and legs around my waist, planting a sloppy kiss on my lips and holding on tightly.

"Hey, where's my greeting?" Colette asked, laughing at Jen's enthusiasm. Jen got that evil grin on her face and hopped back down to the floor. She took two quick steps and launched herself at Colette, intent on giving her the exact same treatment she'd given me. 

Colette, of course, wasn't terribly interested in making out with her sister. She turned her face away, as she stumbled backward under Jen's weight, laughing as Jen's mouth missed her lips and ended up slobbering all over Colette's left cheek.

"Ok, ok, I give! Uncle!" Colette called out, trying to push Jen off of her.

"I'm just happy to see you," Jen said in her coy voice, stepping down to the floor, "You won't even give your little baby sister a little kiss?"

Colette, finally having managed to extract herself from Jen's death grip, reached her head over and kissed Jen on the forehead. "There you go, sweetie, it's good to see you, too."

We shared a good laugh, then I grabbed our bags and ran them upstairs to the bedrooms. 

Jen had been expecting us and so had prepared a nice dinner for our arrival. The house smelled great and dinner tasted even better, grilled herbed chicken with salad and brown rice, even a plate of brownies and ice cream for dessert. We spent close to 2 hours, first eating dinner, then sitting around the table together talking about our trip, the conference, the aquarium, the great restaurants. The only thing left out, of course, was that we'd fallen crazy in love with each other and spent the last two evenings obsessing over each other. Jen probably wouldn't have minded talking about that part, in fact she'd probably have asked all the juicy details and relished in the story, but I knew Colette was not the type to regale our sister with stories of our sexual awakening during the trip, so I kept my lips sealed. I was pretty sure she'd find out soon enough.

It seemed so exciting to me. I had now opened up completely to Colette, even more so that I had with Jen. It was like living with the two closest friends imaginable, with benefits! As Colette and Jen sat on either side of the table continuing to talk about the conference, I started to wonder which one would it be tonight? Would I spend the night in Jen's bed? Would I spend it with Colette again? Maybe they'd both be tired of me and I'd spend an evening alone. I'd certainly get more sleep that way, and I did have to go to work in the morning. 

I knew Colette was tired, and she proved it by begging off to bed early in the evening. I hung around the kitchen and helped Jen with the dinner dishes. Well, that answers one question, I thought. I definitely wouldn't be sleeping with Colette tonight, she'd be asleep before I made it anywhere near a bed.

In fact, with all the conversation and a delightfully full belly, I felt like I suddenly had more energy than I did earlier. Of course, I never had to get up in the morning like Colette did while we were gone. 

Closing the dishwasher and turning it on, I noticed Jen bending over the kitchen table, wiping it down with a washcloth. Her tight, blue tank-top had run up and I could see the small of her back, nicely tanned as usual. I admired her ass as I watched it sway in her khaki shorts. What Jen lacked in breast size, she more than made up for with the rest of her toned swimmer's physique. I felt desire rising up in me as gazed at her shapely back side. It had been 3 days since I'd seen her, and even though I was certainly not lacking for sexual fulfillment while I was away, I never had any lack of drive at the testosterone crazed age of 18. 

I quietly walked over to Jennifer as she faced away from me. I bent over and placed a wet kiss in the small of her back as my hands slid over her trim, bare waist. Jen stopped wiping the table and slowly stood up, still facing away from me. I ran my hands under her arms around her tummy as her own hands reached up and back to pull my head down to her neck. I stroked her flat, toned midsection as my tongue explored the skin below her right ear, Jen's hands stroking through my hair, a whispered moan escaping her mouth. The fingers of one hand found their way up Jen's tank-top, softly gripping one of her small breasts, her firm nipple pressing into my palm. I slid my other hand under the waistband of her shorts, gliding over her bare, shaved flesh, then pressing my palm firmly over her swelling mound. Her engorged lips were warm under my touch. My manhood was rising vigorously under my own shorts, straining up against her incredible ass through our clothes as she pressed back against me. 

I turned Jen around and she pulled my head in close, kissing me in deep, hot breaths as I unbuttoned, then unzipped her shorts and let them fall to the ground at her bare feet. Jen's hands ran through my hair as I let my own shorts drop to the ground, her lips pressing into mine with passion. I pulled her in tightly against me, my hardened cock pressing firmly just above the waistband of her lacy blue panties. 

Jen, overcome with a sudden desire, quickly pulled my briefs down followed by her own, ripped my shirt off, then dragged me over to the couch and pushed me back into a sitting position. Her face held a look of wanton abandon as she straddled my hips and guided my stiff member with her hand to the hot, slick entrance of her need. She wasted no time plunging herself down on top of me, as if she'd been ready for this all evening and finally got me where she wanted me. She laughed loudly with joy as she buried her hips deep into my own, finally getting what she'd been craving. I ripped at her shirt and pulled it off her head, then buried my face in her chest, licking and sucking ravenously at her large, stiff nipples. My hands grasping her perfectly shaped ass, feeling her muscles flexing as she plunged herself onto me.

Jen didn't pull back up, instead grinding her hips back and forth around my straining cock, pushing me in as far as she could. She pulled my head away from her chest and kissed me with abandon while flexing the muscles in her tight pussy, massaging the base of my cock as it became further and further buried in her most sacred place. I loved every second of it, which was good, because seconds was all we had left. Jennifer's primal drive had infected me as well, and with another couple of driving pushes of our hips together, she came in a colossal orgasm, yelling out "Yes! God Yes!" as her vaginal muscles quivered around my bursting cock. 

Just seconds into her orgasm, I lost it as well, and with a heavy grunt, emptied myself deep inside her, pulling her hips down as hard as I could, trying to insert my very being into the nirvana of her body. The entire experience lasted only a moment. Jen slumped down and laid her head on my shoulder, momentarily spent from the intensity of our lovemaking. In the back of my head I heard footsteps on the stairs, but it didn't really register as I, too was recovering from the incredible release.

"Jen, do you think you could keep it down...." Colette's voice paused abruptly as she noticed us naked on the couch, Jen's body draped over me, my dwindling member still inside her, "Oops." Colette finished. She stood frozen, staring at us from behind the couch. While she probably couldn't see everything, it was pretty obvious what had just happened.

Jen looked up at Collete, her face flushed, her cheeks fiery red, a child-like grin on her face. "Sorry, sis, didn't mean to be so loud. I guess I got a bit carried away! Did we wake you?"

"Uhm... yeah." Colette mumbled. I wasn't sure what to do. While, technically, Colette and Jen had both agreed that sex with either of them was fine, this was pretty much the first time it had become so... public. My first inclination was to pull Jen off of me and try to cover up, but I realized that would simply expose both of us completely, with bodily juices shining all over our crotches. I considered that might not be my best move, and so stayed put, my arms still around Jen's back, holding her, my softening member still buried inside her.

Jen was still smiling, she clearly thought this was hilarious. "I would have asked you to join us, but I figured you were too tired!" Jen said to Colette with no small amount of amusement. "I'm sure we could find some more energy to help you out, though, if you really want us to..." 

"Uhm... that's not really what I came down here for." Colette said. I couldn't see her face, so I had no idea what was going on with her. At first I thought Colette's voice sounded cautious, and I was concerned that after our stay in Monterey, she was jealous that I'd immediately run into Jen's arms. Jen started to giggle. Nervous laughter? I felt hot breath in my ear and a hand run down my chest from behind me. Colette's voice whispered in my ear.

"Just make sure you clean up good, I want you to taste clean when you come to my bed... after you're done." Colette sucked my earlobe into her mouth and gave it a quick nibble. My falling member started gaining steam again as they both laughed. 

"Mark, what's the matter?" Jen asked, sitting back up on me, exposing herself pretty much completely to both Colette and me. I could see the root of my recovering manhood barely visible at the apex of her crotch. Colette was leaning over the back of the couch, her head next to mine, she had the exact same view. I had no idea how to respond, this was completely new territory for me. 

"Ooooh..." Jen exclaimed, feeling my cock growing inside of her, "keep nibbling his ear, Colette... this is getting good!" Jen had no shame at all, of course.

"I think I'll leave that to you, Jen." Colette said, giving me a last kiss on the cheek. "Good night, you two, keep it down, will you?" She paused for an instant, "The noise, I mean."

Jen bust up laughing, starting to grind her hips on my again. I got caught up as well and managed a chuckle. Just when I thought I had Colette figured out, she surprised me. I expected no less from Jenny, but Colette was usually a bit more... I don't know, reserved? I was shocked that she caught us, then more or less encouraged us to keep going. Not to mention her innuendo that she was going to be tasting me later. I thought she'd be upset, or jealous, or... something. Instead she seemed to nearly join in. Go figure.

Jenny had me back to full mast, gripping me by the shoulders, grinding her hips back and forth, smiling at me like an idiot. She was having way too much fun considering the shock I just had.

"What's the matter, Mark? Cat got your cock?" Jen laughed, leaning in to kiss me. "What, did you think she was going to get upset or something?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I thought," I replied, returning my hands to her hips and pulling myself further inside her. She was so wet now, fluids were oozing out of her, and not just her own. Her vagina was much looser after the first round, but still felt wonderful surrounding my newly hardened cock. I grabbed her hips and rolled her over onto her back on the couch, taking control and thrusting myself in and out of her. Jen raised her legs up around me until they were resting on my shoulders. I'd never been in this position before and realized that I could push myself even deeper into her with her legs like this. My lust was beginning to take over as I began pumping harder and faster. 

Jen moaned, "Mmmm... I like... that. Harder... deeper..."

I thrust even harder, not fast enough to slap our bodies together, but intent on going as deep as possible. I was so deep I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock each time I thrust in. It was a new, wonderful sensation, it drove me wild with desire. I loved looking at Jen, she was so beautiful underneath me, rosy cheeks, still damp on her forehead from her exertion a few minutes before, her nipples sticking straight up and hard. I ran a thumb over her nipple and she moaned again, I loved the feeling of her small breast in my hand, her firm nipple under my thumb. Her mouth opened, breathing heavy, her tongue licking, then biting her lip, moaning as I continued working my way as deep into her as I could go. Moaning louder, I could tell Jen was close to another orgasm, I had a little ways to go yet. I pinched her nipple and she gasped, then stifled another yell as the climax took her. Her closed eyes squinted tightly, her mouth open. I leaned into her, raising her legs right up next to her head and kissed her luscious open mouth, feeling her hot breath blowing back at me. I kept going for a moment or two at a slower, steady pace, keeping myself in check while she recovered from her latest orgasm. I waited for her eyes to open.

"God that was good!" Jen exclaimed, trying to keep quiet so she wouldn't disturb Colette again. I let up on her a little bit and then turned her over, she understood what I wanted and scooted her knees apart, raising her incredible ass to just the right height for me to penetrate her hot, wet pussy once more. I grabbed her by the hips and penetrated her again, my lust increasing as I looked down on her perfect ass and shapely hips. I wasn't sure what had come over me, really, I'd never been this aggressive during sex before, I just wanted her. 

I thrust into her as deeply as I could, over and over again. Jen moaned over and over, now almost more of a whimper than a moan. I reached around and cupped a breast again, reveling in the feeling of her nipple poking back at my palm. I could hardly stand it any longer, and with a mighty thrust I held myself deep inside her as I exploded in ecstasy one more time, filling her up with whatever sperm I had left.

We collapsed onto the couch in exhaustion, holding each other closely. Jen smiled and kissed my lips several times, stroking her hand over my face.

"I love you, Mark. That was fantastic!" She said to me, her brown eyes locking me in their gaze, "I don't know what came over you, but I like it!"

"I don't either," I replied, tracing a finger over her breast, "but it sure was exciting!"

We laid there for several minutes before Jen decided she needed to go clean up. As we got up from the couch, I noticed it was... shall we say... not as clean as it once had been.

"Colette's going to kill us," I said, pointing out the stains on the couch, "I'd better see if I can clean that up."

Jen went up the stairs to clean herself up. I simply wiped myself off with a paper towel, quickly dressed, then attacked the couch cushion with a towel and a bottle of soda water, hoping beyond hope that I could make it good as new again. We wouldn't know until it dried. 

Satisfied I had done as good a job as I could hope to, I threw the towel into the laundry room and made my way upstairs. On the way up, it occurred to me that Colette intended for me to come to her bed that night. After my experience with Jen, though, I was pretty much spent. I figured I'd take a shower and hope that she was asleep by the time I went to bed. 

20 minutes later, I toweled off, threw on a fresh pair of boxers, brushed my teeth, tossed my clothes into the hamper, then walked down the hall to Colette's room. The door was closed, so quietly as I could, I turned the knob and opened the door a crack. 

"Hey Sweetie," Colette said without looking up. She was sitting up in bed reading a book by the light of a small lamp next to the bed. I went through the door and closed it behind me. "I was just doing a little reading before going to sleep."

I was once again astounded at how beautiful Colette could look without even trying. Her long, auburn hair lay softly on her shoulders over a blue camisole, her green eyes fairly sparkling behind her glasses in the soft light of her reading lamp. Refreshed from the shower and now admiring Colette, I started once more longing to kiss her. I could kiss those full lips all day long and not grow tired of it. 

"So are you going to come get in bed, or just stand there staring at me?" Colette chuckled, "I'm not going anywhere you know!"

"Sorry," I said, breaking out of my reverie, "It's just... sometimes I look at you and it's like I'm seeing you for the first time, you are so beautiful, it can be hard not to stare every now and then."

"You know," Colette replied as I walked over to the far side of the king sized bed, "you already have me, you don't have to flatter me." She smiled as I pulled back the covers, sliding under the sheets and lying down on my side facing her, my head on the pillow. "Not that flattery is bad, mind you!" She added with a grin.

Colette set her book and glasses down on the bed-side table and slid down under the covers, then scooted over close to me. 

She turned her head to me while lying on her back "So, you have any energy left after your romp with Jen?" Colette grinned, knowing she was putting me on the spot again.

"Actually, I am pretty tired," I said, yawning, "I thought you were going up here to sleep?"

"Hard to sleep with all the moaning and groaning going on downstairs," She replied, turning toward me and running a hand down my chest under the sheets. "All I could think about was what you two were doing down there." She looked into my eyes, "Did you know I stood at the top of the stairs and watched you two for a few minutes?"

Deer in the headlights. Now I knew exactly how they feel. I briefly wondered if I was about to understand what it felt like for the deer to have a truck slam into it broadside.

"You're still worried I'm going to get jealous, aren't you?" Colette grinned.

"Well, uh... yeah, I guess." Was all I could muster, thinking the other shoe was about to drop.

"Well, I am a little bit jealous," Colette moved her hand down to my stomach, slowly stroking back and forth, "but not in the way you're worried about."

"How's that?" I asked, considering that I might just live through this experience.

"It's not that I mind you having sex with Jen," Colette mused, "it's that... well, I want you to be doing that with me. I actually briefly considered joining you when she asked me to keep nibbling on your ear."

"Are you serious?" I asked. This was not something I ever considered to be in the realm of possibility with Colette. Jen? Sure, it was obvious she was pretty adventurous when it came to sex. Colette wasn't like that, though. She didn't seem to mind everyone getting naked around her, but I just couldn't see her having a threesome. "Have you done anything like that before?"




College Days Ch. 09



"No." She said, "and it's not that I'm all that interested in experimenting with another woman, but at the same time, I wanted to be with you. It wouldn't be the end of the world if Jen was there at the same time."

"Don't you think that might feel a little odd?" I asked, "Having sex with me while Jen was there?"

"Can't get much more odd than the situation already is, when you think about it." Colette said, "You're already having sex with both of us, and evidently not far from it with Jen's girlfriend, does it really seem like that much of a leap?"

"Not for me," I answered, "but it sure seems like it might be for you. Heck, it's every guy's fantasy to have two girls at once."

"Is it your fantasy?"

I took a moment before answering, which was evidently answer enough. Her hand moved further and lightly drifted over my boxer shorts, feeling my growing member underneath.

"Yes, I see it is," Colette laughed, "it's written all over your face, not to mention... other places!"

"Guilty." I said, smiling back at her.

"What would you do with the two of us at once?" Colette asked, still gently stroking me over my boxers. Her eyes beaming into mine. She clearly knew I was feeling a bit cornered. I kept my mouth shut for the moment.

"Seriously," Colette said, exploring the subject while I squirmed, "what's the attraction for you? Is it more of a guy on two girls at once thing, or do you want to see the girls going at it together as well?"

"Uhm..." I said, "yeah, both of those sound good."

"C'mon," She smiled, "aren't you going to tell me? I really want to know! It's not like we haven't been sharing pretty much everything else together lately!"

I just laid there unsure what to say. If I told her what I really wanted, would she reject me? Would she tell me I was a sick puppy in need of therapy? More importantly, would she stop stroking me? I was really starting to get excited again and didn't want it to stop, in spite of the uncomfortable conversation.

"You're a 'fraidy-cat!" Colette laughed, "You won't even talk to me about it. How about just answer yes or no?" Colette slipped her hand underneath the leg of my boxers and started massaging my balls. At the same time, she leaned over and placed a warm kiss on my mouth. "Do you want to see me kiss Jennifer?" She asked in a low voice, her lips nearly touching mine, her hot breath running across my mouth.

I closed my eyes, consumed with the feeling of her hand in my shorts, her breath on my face, my raging hormones starting to get the better of me. "Yes." I muttered.

"Do you want to see her kissing my breasts?" She moved her head lower and kissed me on the chest while her hand tickled the space beneath my scrotum, triggering a fresh jolt through my full-masted hard-on.

"Yes." I said quietly, closing my eyes. Colette continued stroking my balls.

"Do you want her to massage your balls while you're having sex with me?" Another kiss, lower on my chest. I started to imagine everything she asked me.

"Oh god." I groaned quietly. "Yes." I said, no longer worried about telling her what I was thinking.

"Do you want to lick her pussy while I give you a blow job?" She asked, placing yet another kiss even lower, towards the top of my stomach. Her hand moved up to stroke the length of my hard penis. Colette had never spoken this way before, it was... different.

"Colette," I said, momentarily gaining composure, "yes. I'd like all of that, I'd love to have the both of you at once. I'm pretty sure the answers to all of your questions are 'yes'." 

Colette pulled the sheets off of me and pulled my boxers down to my ankles, then placed a light kiss on my belly, then another. She stroked my cock with her hand while her mouth worked its way down my stomach slowly. 

"Would you like me to ride on your cock while she kneels behind me and kisses my neck, strokes my breasts with her hands?" Colette's kisses continued, finally reaching my pelvis.

"Mmmm hmmm..." was all I could say anymore as I felt her lips part around the already moistened tip of my cock. She sunk down guiding me inside her hot, wet mouth before coming back up again.

"Would you like to kiss my breasts while she eats me out?" Colette giggled with her mouth engulfing my cock as I moaned affirmatively. She was really starting to get into this little game of hers and her mind seemed to go deeper and deeper along with the thrusts of her lips over my straining erection.

"Would you like to have both your sisters give you a blow job at the same time, kissing each other around your cock?" The mention of 'sisters' shocked me into recognition of exactly who we were talking about, but at the same time made my desire all the stronger, my straining hard-on twitched in her hand. 

"Ooh, I guess you like that one!" Colette cooed as went down on me again briefly before pulling off her panties and tossing them to the foot of the bed. I reached out and stroked her leg as she positioned herself on top of me into a 69, spreading her legs on either side of my head.

"Absolutely..." I replied, then lifted my head slightly to very lightly, very gently run my tongue over the smooth, wet folds of skin between her legs. I was grateful to realize she must have bathed earlier, her taste was light and enticing, and I could smell the clean scent of soap on her body.

Colette moaned deeply with her mouth on me as she slowly brought her head up for air once more, "Would you like to tie your sisters up and gag us and spank us with a leather whip?" She asked in a low, sultry voice.

My head fell back down to the pillow as I laughed hard, "Well there's one I can honestly say I haven't considered!" I said.

Colette fell on me with her full weight as she laughed, her hair falling all around my wet, rigid member, her cheek laying on my right thigh, "Well, I had to ask just to be sure!" She said, "You never know what's in the mind of a young horny guy these days!"

"I didn't say 'no', you know!" I laughed, then playfully spanked her bottom which was right in front of my face.

She tightly grasped my penis in a playfully threatening manner and briefly bit the tip of my penis with her teeth while she replied in a muffled voice, "So what's the answer?"

"Uhm... I'm gonna say no on the gags and whips thing." I said, stroking her shapely ass and kissing the inside of her thigh, "but if you two want to tie me up and have your way I might not object, I could deal with it if that's your thing!" I continued laughing a I ran a finger between the slick folds of her labia.

"Mmmm..." She replied, "a slave-man to do my bidding, I might have to think about that! Hold still a minute." Colette got up and turned around, then straddled my head with her thighs, facing me. "Now serve me, slave-man..." She laughed.

I laughed back at her, but obliged with gusto. Colette held onto the backboard as I held her slender ass in my hands and scooped my tongue up the full length of her engorged lips. I dove in with my tongue and mouth, massaging her clit and the inside of her labia. In my aroused state, I loved the taste of her and the feel of her smooth shaven skin against my lips and face as I continued a long deep kiss into her most private spaces. I opened my mouth wide and completely covered her swelling flesh while my tongue worked its way from the small, slick opening at the bottom to the firm aroused clit at the top. Colette moaned and slowly shifted her hips forward and back over my mouth as I continued making out with her engorged sex. My hands crept up her smooth, toned bottom to her hips, helping to coordinate our movements as Colette sunk deeper and deeper inward, approaching orgasm. 

Colette suddenly moved off of my mouth and slid down my body, reaching beneath her and pulling my cock into position at the opening of her vagina. She helped glide my head up inside the length of her labia, rubbing me up and down over her clit. Her large breasts swayed with her efforts, an inviting sight that made me want her all the more. Colette's sparkling green eyes met mine as she slid my cock back down, finally sitting back further and thrusting me deep inside her. Colette's eyelids closed as I hit bottom and she held me there for a moment, bringing her hand up to the back of my head, then kissing me deeply while I remained buried in the depths of her warmth, her full breasts mashing into my chest. The taste of her sex still lingered in my mouth, and I realized she could taste it, too. I wondered if she found the taste as pleasing as I did.

Colette's hips began rocking forward and back, side to side, as her breath became shorter and faster. She lifted her mouth from mine and braced her hands on my chest as she rolled her hips back and forth to push me deeper and deeper inside her if it were even possible. I relished each instant as her eyes were locked on my own, my hands reaching up to feel the fullness of her breasts, the hardness of her nipples. I squeezed one and she let out a moderately high pitched moan, continuing to press herself over me. 

What took several minutes seemed like a few seconds, my hands on her hips, locking our bodies together in tight embrace. Her pace moved faster and I, too, felt the climax rising deep inside of me. I bit my lip to keep from coming until she was ready, but she wasn't quite there yet. I bit down harder and could taste a bit of blood, trying to keep myself from losing control too soon. But Colette just kept going, her breath coming in hard gasps and rhythmic feminine moans. I tried to think of something, anything, that would keep me from releasing too soon. I imagined changing a tire on the car, playing baseball. Her orgasm struck just as I was hitting a home run and sprinting to the final base. But I managed to maintain control for just a few more seconds as she called out in triumph, finally reaching the pinnacle of a long orgasm, finally time for me to let go. I pulled her tightly down with my hands on her hips, with a resolute upward thrust and a primal grunt, my desires all let loose at once and I came inside her. A strong, satisfying orgasm I didn't really expect after having sex twice that evening already.

Colette collapsed on top of me and I turned my head, giving her access as she kissed my neck. My eyes grew wide as I noticed the door half open, and Jen standing there in an oversized T-shirt, watching us. Jen put a finger to her lips, telling me without speaking not to say anything, then slowly closed the door just enough so that it wouldn't latch and make noise.

As I lay with Colette on top of me and we regained our strength, I wondered. How much did Jen see? More importantly, how much did she hear? Had she been there the whole time while Colette was joking about us having sex with her? 

And of that I was certain. While it was very sultry and enticing to hear Colette ask me all those questions as she kissed from top to bottom, I knew in my heart she was just spicing things up, playing a game. She would never do the things she was talking about. Jen might, sure. But not Colette.

Of course, in the end, I realized, it didn't matter. Colette had now seen me having sex with Jen, Jen had seen me having sex with Colette. It's not like it was a secret among any of us, so no real harm done in the end. 

After we'd cleaned ourselves up with a towel and laid down side by side to sleep, I turned to Colette and placed a soft kiss on her closed lips. 

"I love you, Colette." I said, stroking her face.

"I love you, too, Mark," she replied in kind, "I love you with all my heart."