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A Little Learning Ch. 01

By: Warrender



It was a cold, rainy Sunday afternoon, and there was nothing to do. I wanted to do only one thing, anyway - I wanted to fuck. I wanted - nay, needed - to fuck someone's brains out, and soon, otherwise I was sure my balls would have burst.

I had just gotten back from a long, dull, dutiful spring break with my family; in the middle of suburban New Hampshire, in a town where the only gays were old married couples with kids and dogs, I had spent an increasingly unbearable two sex-free weeks. Aside from a few rushed jerk-off sessions in the shower, I haven't given my cock a good work-out in 14 long days and it was 14 too many.

After the two hour ride to campus, I dropped my bags in my dorm and hit the streets. 

A few weeks ago, I had begun hooking up with a guy named Ben O'Malley. He was an earnest history major, and I'd met him through friends; we met up for drinks one evening. He was adorably shy and nervous, and clearly inexperienced. I could see he was new to the scene and wouldn't read the signs, so I was frank with him - I told him that I wasn't looking for a relationship, but I'd love nothing more than to take him home and plow him like a cornfield. He blushed - first guy I've ever seen blush in my life - but was tipsy enough that he agreed.

Since then, we had been meeting up to fool around whenever we could - which wasn't often. He lived off-campus in a crowded apartment with his very Irish family - a long-suffering mother, beer-swilling dad and six siblings, whom he wasn't out to yet, and I was usually cockblocked at my dorm by my roommate.

Ben worked part-time at a supermarket a few blocks down from campus. I texted him to see if he was working that night - he was. I walked briskly over, pulling my hood up over my head to keep clear of the drizzly rain, and was there in a few minutes.

I saw him immediately - he was working a register. I don't know what it was about Ben - he wasn't the sexiest, the handsomest, the fittest guy I've ever fucked by any means - yet somehow, I couldn't get enough of him.

He wasn't very tall - 5'7" or 5'8" - and kind of stocky: he had beautiful muscular arms and pecs, a bit of a belly, and thighs like tree-trunks. He had very pale, pinkish skin and his whole body was covered with fluffy ginger hair. He kept his beautiful red hair cut fairly short, and he had an open, freckled face with big green eyes and eminently kissable lips.

I ducked into an aisle before he could see me - I wanted to surprise him. I picked up a pack of lube and a box of condoms, and was just about to check out, when something caught my eye. I dropped one more thing in my basket, and walked to his line.

He grinned when he saw me, and blushed again when he saw what I was buying.

"Can you go on a break?" I asked.

"I don't think so..." he began.

"Even if I ask you really nicely?" I looked him square in those round green eyes. He blushed even more.

Five minutes later, he had smuggled me into a small bathroom in a staff-only section of the store, and locked the door.

"I really don't think we should be..." I shut him up by planting a kiss on his plump, pink lips. I pushed him against the wall and reached around, planting a hand on each of his ass cheeks - he had the most amazing ass, big and round and firm, pink and scattered with ginger hair. I kneaded his ass through the fabric of his jeans, and began kissing his neck. He let out a few sighs.

I wouldn't have minded just making out for hours, but we didn't have much time, and I was really horny, so I squatted down and swiftly undid his belt. Ben pulled off his t-shirt. I dragged down his jeans and baggy cotton boxers - his already-hard cock sprung free and almost hit me in the face. Ben was so eager.

He had a really great dick, not huge or thick but a nice, average-sized cut dick with a large, kissable head and big low-hanging balls like ripe peaches. 

I licked the head, then gently began swallowing it. Ben exhaled sharply.

"Oh my god, don't stop..." He threw his head back and bit his lip. 

I began sucking his cock in earnest, fondling the balls. He began pumping his hips gently, and - this was my favorite part of blowing Ben, it was so cute - he stroked my hair. 

"Oh, baby..." he moaned. "Oh, Nick..."

I swallowed his dick to the base, until my nose touched his soft, curly red pubes. He made a soft, mewing noise and bucked his hips. Slowly, I went back up again and ran my tongue over the head, then moved south and started licking his balls.

I grabbed his hips and swung him around, dragging his jeans down to his ankles and pulling them off, clumsily, over his shoes. 

"Put one leg on the sink," I commandeered. "For ease of access."

Eagerly, he put one knee on the sink, and stuck his beautiful ass out, the cheeks spread open. He had the most perfect ass I've ever seen - perhaps that was why I liked him so much. His beefy cheeks were perfectly round globes, covered in smooth skin and a soft layer of pale gingery hair. 

I squatted down behind him, fumbling with my belt to free my own painfully erect cock; once it sprang out, I jerked it a few times then grabbed hold of his perfect cheeks, spreading them further apart so that I could reach his hole with my tongue.

I licked it, and he moaned again, wiggling his ass. I drew back, spitting on his hole and rubbing it with my fingers, while Ben reached down and jerked his cock. 

"Oh, shit..." he moaned.

I slapped his ass - first one cheek, then the other. 

"Do you like it?" 

"Oh my god, yes," he panted.

"Do you like me eating your ass?" 

"Yes, baby, don't stop."

I dove back in, licking it and sticking my tongue in his hole, then drew back, spit again, and started fingering him. Slowly, I stuck my index finger in his hole, then my middle finger, and started finger-fucking him. 

I looked up at his broad, muscular back, arched forward, the powerful muscles tensing and relaxing underneath his soft skin as he thrust his ass in and out to the rhythm of my finger-fucking. I could see his face in the mirror above the sink, his cheek pressed to the glass, his breath fogging it. His eyes were half closed, and he was moaning quietly.

I slid my fingers out of him.

"Do you like that?" 

"Oh, fuck, you know I do," he said, leaning his head forward and biting his lip.

I reached into the bag on the floor, and got out the lube and the cucumber I'd bought. I slathered it in lube, and positioned it at Ben's asshole. Slowly, I began to slide it in. 

Ben inhaled sharply and looked around. 

"Dude, what the..." he spotted the cucumber going into his ass, and started laughing. "You're insane, Nick."

I smacked his ass and continued fucking him with the cucumber, and started jerking his cock. 

Ben started swaying his hips to the rhythm of the cucumber-fucking; we kept at it for a few minutes, but then he reached back and snatched the cucumber out of my hand and threw it on the floor.

"This was fun," he said, "but I need the real thing." He turned around and grabbed my shoulders, kissing me hard; I grabbed his ass, circling his hole with my fingers, imagining sliding my cock into it. 

I fumbled with a condom and lube, then sat down on the toilet seat. Ben straddled me; I held my cock and slipped it into his ass. I felt the tightness and the hotness engulfing my dick, and leaned my head against the cold tile while Ben began fucking me.

He bobbed up and down in my lap, and grabbed my neck with his rough, broad hands, slipping his tongue into my mouth. When he drew away, I grabbed hold of his beefy pecs, and started kissing his large, pink nipples. Gently, I bit one - Ben emitted a high-pitched moan and threw his head back. I knew how much he loved his nipples teased.

I slid my hands down his chest and grabbed hold of his hips, leant my back against the wall, and started plowing his ass, quicker and quicker. 

Ben began jerking his cock; with his other hand, he stroked my cheek and then slid one finger into my mouth. I sucked on it, and our eyes locked together. Ben began jerking his dick faster and faster, and finally, he started whimpering.

"Oh my god, Nick... oh my god..." 

I started bucking my hips even faster, and Ben, biting his lip, started pumping streams of jizz onto my chest.

The sight of Ben coming, his beautiful face euphoric and intense, was enough to set me off. I slowed down and Ben, already attuned to what I liked, began to move up and down on my cock again; within fifteen seconds, I was pumping my load deep inside Ben's amazing ass.

We sat there for a few moments, sweaty and post-coital and spent, Ben leaned forward, his forehead against the wall, my cock still inside him, while our breathing slowed down to normal. I kissed his neck a few times, and stroked his thigh, but the moment couldn't last forever.

Ben got off me, and began to get dressed. I pulled the condom off my dick, and, dropping it in the waste basket, grabbed some paper towels to clean off Ben's spunk off my chest.

"You should visit me at work more often, Nick," Ben said, pulling his jeans back on.

"You know I will," I said, grinning.

"Listen... I get off in an hour, do you want to catch a movie or something?" Ben said, smiling earnestly.

I wanted more than anything to say yes, but knew that giving him the wrong idea wouldn't be good for either of us.

"Not tonight, kiddo," I said. Ben nodded.

"Well, call me, then," he said. "I need to get back to work."

"I will," I said, and watched him walk away. There was just something about him... I glared at my own reflection, and shook my head. Let it go, I thought. It would only crash and burn.

A Little Learning Ch. 02



The English department building after hours was a spooky place. The lights were on in all the hallways but in none of the classrooms, and nary a soul was in sight. I'd always seen it bustling with slack-jawed students and harassed graduate assistants hurrying from class to class, so being here at 8pm on a Friday night was more than a little surreal. 

I had an appointment with Dr. Leo Blumenthal to go over my outline of a paper on a deconstructionist reading of Thomas Mann's "The Magic Mountain". At least, that was the official reason; I didn't really give a shit about the outline, I knew it was good. I had a massive, embarrassing schoolboy crush on Dr. Blumenthal and found myself using any excuse, however flimsy, to stop by his office.

He was a tall - well over six feet - lean, wolfish man of 40 or so; he had a long, narrow face with high, hollow cheekbones, a wide, full-lipped mouth and large, very black eyes. His black hair was cropped quite short, he wore trendy black-framed glasses, and he always dressed very well, favoring skinny jeans that made his legs look miles long and well-cut blazers that highlighted his broad shoulders. 

He had a throaty, warbling sort of voice, with hints of a foreign accent now and again - he was born in Israel - and it was how he talked about literature that turned me on the most. Every day in class, I saw him going into the zone - he became animated by his intelligence and his passion for the material. 

A Friday night was an odd time to see a professor, but Dr. Blumenthal had been at a conference in Boston since Wednesday, and getting back into the city this evening, he told me he would be at his office catching up with some work.

I made my way up to the third floor, where his office was. All the other offices and classrooms were in darkness; I was just about to knock on his door and come in when I noticed the door was slightly ajar, and there were voices drifting out.

"...you're kidding?" said a woman. I recognized Jane, the chatty, friendly English department secretary. She was a big, colorful woman, a bit of a hippie; I liked her very much and I enjoyed flirting with her whenever I needed anything from the English department office.

"I know, but it's been almost two years." This was Dr. Blumenthal.

"But, honey, a handsome guy like you..." Jane began.

"It took me a long time to get over Michael," said Dr. Blumenthal. "And ever since then... I don't know, you get so busy and it's hard to meet someone my age who's not already in a relationship. And if they're single, it's usually with good reason."

"Then find a younger guy!" Jane said.

Dr. Blumenthal laughed. 

"No, I'm serious. With looks like yours, you could find a younger guy any time. Honey, we have got to get you a man."

"You're very sweet, Jane," Dr. Blumenthal said very wearily. "But I'm expecting a student anytime, so I'm going to have to kick you out." 

"Alright, well - remember what I said! You need to get laid, honey, it's not healthy to go for that long without it." I sprinted to hide behind a corner, then walked back towards the office, meeting Jane as she was leaving his office.

"Hello, young Nick," Jane said. "Are you going to see Leo, by any chance?"

"As a matter of fact I am, young Jane," I said, smiling.

"Ah." She smiled quizzically, then walked off, leaving behind only a waft of her breezy patchouli scent.

I walked to Dr. Blumenthal's office and tapped on his door, thinking over the conversation I had overheard.

"Nicholas! Come in," he smiled when he saw me. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I said, sitting down. "How are you?"

He took off his glasses and rubbed his temple. "Very tired. The conference was such a bore."

"I could come back another time, if you're tired. You look like you need some rest," I said.

"No, no, it's all right; let's go over this outline."

We went over it for a few minutes, but I could tell he had a difficult time staying focused. He kept rubbing his eyes and yawning. 

"Dr. Blumenthal," I said. "It's really not that urgent, we can do this next week."

"Oh, call me Leo," he said. "I can't get used to this 'Doctor' thing. And I'm sorry, Nick, I'm just so tired."

"It's totally okay," I assured him. "I'll stop by your office hours on Monday?" I got up to leave.

"No! Don't go yet. We can get this done." He looked at me, earnestly, and I sat back down. 

Leo massaged the back of his neck, throwing his head backwards, showing his perfect jaw line and prominent Adam's apple. I wanted nothing more than to feel the stubble of his five o'clock shadow against my cheek. Remembering his conversation with Jane, and that imploring look in his eyes when I was about to leave, I decided to go for it.

"May I?" I said, getting up and walking around his desk, behind his chair. "I'm pretty good at this."

"Nicholas, I don't think this is quite... appropriate..." he said, but I had already began kneading the skin on the back of his neck. Just touching the nape of his neck was electrifying. His skin was smooth and warm under my touch, softer than I had imagined. I felt him tense, then relax, and sigh deeply. 

"There's nobody here, Dr... Leo. Just relax."

"This is... quite good, Nicholas..." he said, sighing deeply again.

I kept massaging his neck for a few minutes, and then decided to take the plunge.

"You know, there's more I could to help you relax..." I said.

"What?!" Leo swung around in his chair, looking at me. "What do you mean?"

"I heard you talking to Jane..." I began.

"Nicholas!" Leo's pale faced turned a deep shade of red. "This is completely inappropriate! I'm very... flattered..." he stuttered, "but I could lose my job and you could be expelled! It's completely unethical!" 

I paid no attention to this, and took advantage of the fact that he swung his chair around to face me, and knelt down in front of him, gently spreading his long, thin legs in their dark skinny jeans open. 

"Nicholas!" Leo said, a little louder this time, but didn't move.

"There's nobody here, Leo," I said, unbuckling his belt. "Just relax. It's been a long day. A very long day."

I rubbed the soft cotton of his boxer shorts, then reached inside. I felt his semi-hard cock, already thick and long, and jerked it a few times. It sprang to life readily - he wasn't lying about the two years. I couldn't believe that, after months of fantasizing about him, I was actually holding Dr. Blumenthal's cock in my hand, that I would suck it, that he would - hopefully - fuck me. Just the feeling of his cock, so thick and warm in my hand, was enough to get me rock hard, and my erection strained painfully against my jeans.

"Nicholas... Nick, this is completely wrong..." he said.

"You're right," I said, getting up. He looked up at me and couldn't keep the disappointment off his face - I grinned unabashedly.

I went to the door of his office, locked it, and pulled down the shade on his little glass window, then walked back to him.

"There, that's better." I knelt again, and pulled his dick out of his boxers.

It was a big, beautiful cock, cut and long, with several thick veins running down the shaft and a gorgeous brown head. I ran my tongue from the base to the head, then back down again.

Leo inhaled sharply. 

Slowly, I jerked him off, moving my hand up and down the shaft with his foreskin; I spat on it for lubrication. I looked up; he had thrown his head back, and through his half-closed eyes, he looked at me with so much lust. He opened his mouth, sighing, and ran his tongue on his lips. My cock twitched.

I grabbed his cock at the base, his soft, bushy black pubes brushing against my hand, and slowly swallowed the head. I swirled my tongue around, teasing his piss slit, while gently jerking the shaft. Going up and down, I started taking his cock in deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper, until his head was touching the back of my throat and Leo was panting.

"Oh my god, Nicholas... Nick..." He reached down and ran his hand through my hair, which sent hot tingling pulsating all the way down my spine.

I stopped blowing him, and looked up.

"Do you like that... Dr. Blumenthal?" I asked, grinning.

"Goddamn it, Nick, what do you think?" Leo said, smiling back. "Don't stop."

"But, Dr. Blumenthal, it's completely unethical," I said.

Leo frowned. "Maybe we shouldn't be doing this..."

I dove back onto his cock, swallowing it as far as it would go, and fondling his low-hanging, hairy balls while I was at it. 

I sucked his cock, lazily pumping my head up and down, tickling his balls, running one hand up his hairy, rock-hard stomach, running it under his shirt. 

He couldn't take his eyes off me blowing him, and so I never let our eye contact break; he undid his tie and unbuttoned his crisp blue shirt all the while looking intently into my eyes. I saw his lean, muscular torso, every inch covered with thick, furry black hair. I ran my hand up his chest, stroking and pulling at his hair, playing with his nipples. 

He began moaning, and started bucking his hips, fucking my mouth. I jerked my head up, his cock slipping out.

"Oh, no, you don't," I said, giving his dick a few jerks. "I want this in my ass before you come."

I got up, and stripped before him. I purposely took my time pulling off my t-shirt, flexing the hard muscles of my chest, then slipped off my jeans and briefs. My cock bounced out, flopping against my stomach.

"Oh God, Nick," Leo sighed. "You're too young for me." 

"Bullshit," I said. I bent down over his desk, sticking out my ass. "I need you to fuck my ass... Dr. Blumenthal."

"Wait," Leo said. "Let me suck your cock first. I haven't sucked cock in two years." He grinned a little sheepishly.

I pushed some books and notebooks off his desk, and sat down on it. Leo got up from his chair - I grabbed him by his blazer, and kissed him hard. Our tongues intertwined - he tasted like cigarettes and coffee and man. He kissed me back hungrily, his hands wandering over my shoulders, my back, my ass. I pulled his blazer and shirt off him and they fell limply to the floor.

My gorgeous European Lit professor stood before me, stripped from the waist up, every muscle in his lean, hairy torso tensing and relaxing with lust, his jeans unbuttoned and his giant cock sticking out. I leaned forward, kissing his neck, and grabbing his ass. We grinded our hips together while I made my way down, kissing his shoulder.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. He ran his fingers through my thick blond hair, kissed my temple, then gently bit my ear.

"Oh my god, professor..." 

"Let me suck your cock, Nick. I need it," he said. It was not exactly the most unpleasant suggestion that was ever put to me.

He knelt down, rubbing my thighs, with his hands, looking up at me. I rested my palms against the desk and looked down on him. Here he was, looking at me with so much lust, about to suck my cock. It was enough to make me come, and for a moment I was scared I would, but I took a few deep breaths and calmed down.

He first touched my cock with astonishing gentleness, as if it was fragile and breakable. He pulled the foreskin back, and then he leaned in and kissed the tip, running his tongue around the head. The softness of his tongue made me pant, and I threw my head back, my whole body pulsating with warmth and pleasure. I felt his warm mouth engulfing more of my cock, inch by inch, slowly. He gagged a little and had to stop for a moment.

"Sorry," he laughed, a little self-consciously. "I'm a little rusty."

I laughed back. "Go slow. This isn't a test." 

For some reason, this struck as both as hilarious, and we laughed for a good minute or two, but then Leo dove back, working my shaft up and down. The feeling of my cock in his hot, soft, wet mouth was incredible. 

Once again, I felt myself dangerously close to coming, and had to motion Leo to stop.

"I need you to fuck me," I said, turning around. I put one knee on the desk, spread my legs a little, and leaned forward, sticking out my ass.

I heard him say "Nick, I don't know if we should..." 

"Fuck me! NOW!" I hissed, reaching around and spreading my cheeks for him. "Fuck my ass, Doctor Blumenthal. There are condoms in my bag." He walked over and took one out.

I felt his broad, callused hands stroking my ass, then heard him spit a few times. After a moment or two, I felt something round and warm pushing against my asshole. 

Leo grabbed me by the hips, and begin fucking me slowly, only a few inches in at first, gently swaying his hips. Just the feeling of his warm hands on my hips was enough to shoot electric currents through my body, and feeling his cock filling me was enough to make me moan in pleasure. 

"Deeper," I panted. 

"Nick, are you sure?"

"I can take it, Leo, fuck me harder!" I commandeered. 

He obeyed, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into me. After a few thrusts, I felt his balls slapping against my ass, and I leaned forward. It was probably the biggest cock I had ever taken up my ass, and at first there was quite a bit of pain; I bit my lip, and felt a few years in the corners of my eyes. As Leo's fucking became rhythmical, however, I felt the pain ease to give way to an incredible pleasure; every inch of his big dick was filling me, every thrust into me made my body sing out with ecstasy. 

Leo leaned forward, and I heard his hot breath on my back; he leaned in and started kissing the back of my neck, nibbling on the skin a little. He let go of my hips, and grabbed my pecs, tweaking my nipples. The desk began rattling as his hips hammered into me faster and faster. A cup full of pens fell onto the floor, scattering its contents. 

Leo was biting the skin on my neck quite hard; with one hand, he played with my nipple, and he with the other, he started jerking my cock. He fucked me harder and harder, his cock filling me, his hand on my cock, on my nipple, on my cock, in my ass... I felt my whole body turn to hot, sweet, rapidly flowing liquid, and as I threw my head back, crying out, I came all over a stack of freshman comp term papers.

The orgasm was so intense it left me panting for a good minute or two, while Leo's fucking gradually slowed down to only a gentle sway. I turned my neck around to face him.

"I want to taste your cum, Dr. Blumenthal," I said, staring into his eyes. He slipped his cock out, and pulled off the condom, sinking back into his chair. I jumped off the desk and knelt at his feet, staring into his eyes. I grabbed hold of his lean, hairy thighs and swallowed his cock. I sucked it for maybe a minute before he started panting.

"Oh my god, Nick, oh my god..." I jerked his cock a few times, and he made deep, throaty growling sounds as the first jet of hot white jizz hit me in the eye. The next one hit my cheek, then my chin, and then finally into my mouth. His thick cum dribbled onto my chest, and I scooped it up and licked my fingers clean.

"Dear god," he moaned. His hairy chest, glistening with sweat, rose and fell rapidly to the rhythm of his panting, which gradually slowed down. He ran one hand through his hair, then wiped the sweat from his brow. I remained sitting on my haunches at his feet, covered in his jizz. I stroked his knee gently, and he covered my hand with his.

"Nick, that was incredible - thank you..." he said, then broke off, awkwardly. 

I leaned in, and kissed him. Unfortunately, we were then startled by the off-key humming of a janitor outside, and it was back to reality.

"You know, this must never happen again," Leo said when we were mostly dressed and cleaned up.

I grinned. "Of course not."

A few months later, Leo started dating a hunky journalist from the city around his own age; I like to think that our time together was what gave Leo the confidence he needed to hit the dating scene again in earnest - and before he met his boyfriend, we still had quite a bit of fun...



A Little Learning Ch. 03



Winter break was cold and dull. I was broke enough to have to leave New York and have to go back home to New Hampshire. Hanging around my parents all day was frustrating in and of itself, and the lack of just about any fuckable guy for miles was icing on the cake.

This was what, in the end, made me invite Ben to stay up with me for a few days. I knew it was a terrible idea from the start; Ben wanted us to be more than friends, and I simply couldn't commit to that. Not when there were so many other beautiful guys to fuck. I knew inviting him over would only make him believe we were closer to entering a relationship (what a horrible word), but I needed to get laid or I'd go crazy. And, well – I missed Ben. I wanted to see him.

So Ben came on a rainy January afternoon, and I pointedly introduced him to my parents as my friend; he slept in the guest bedroom. Of course, he tiptoed to my room in the night, where we fucked each other brains out several times until the early hours of the morning. I got barely any sleep that night but still woke up more refreshed than I've felt in weeks.

In the morning, at breakfast, my mother and Ben and I discussed where I could take Ben around town that was interesting (answer: nowhere). It was my mother's idea that we should see Fergus.

"He's been so lonely ever since Mark left, and Victoria's away – I'm really worried about him, you know," my mother said, clicking her tongue.

Fergus was the father of Victoria, my best friend from middle and high school. We had become friends, in fact, precisely because Victoria had two fathers; some of our classmates in middle school teased her mercilessly when they found out, and a few teachers chose to turn a blind eye. I, however, already well aware of my gayness by then, had reached out to Victoria and we became instant friends. We were well-suited; I loved Victoria's dry wit and she loved my boldness, and our friendship lasted through high school and survived going to different colleges. I talked to Victoria, whether chatting on Facebook or via Skype, most days. 

Victoria's two fathers, Fergus and Mark, were one of those couples that seemed based on the principle that opposites attract; Fergus was an enormous, strapping Scottish expat, a good 6'4" tall, with pale skin and thick dark hair, while Mark was small and slim, blond-haired and very neat-looking. As a kid I had a massive crush on Fergus; he coached Victoria's soccer team, and I remember all too well many afternoons I spent watching him from the sidelines where I was ostensibly supposed to be cheering on my friend. Instead I spent all Victoria's games and practices staring at her father's curvy calves and enormous thighs in his shorts, muscular, veiny, pale and covered in thick dark hair.

A few months ago, in November, Mark had left Fergus for another, younger man and moved off to Florida; according to my mother, who was a good friend of his, Fergus was crushed. Victoria was spending the year studying abroad on Barcelona; she had wanted to drop out and come home straight away, but Fergus convinced her not to. It was no surprise, then, that he'd be lonely.

"He's very fond of you, Nick," my mother said. "Maybe it would cheer him up if you visited. Bring Ben, too," she said.

I was fond of Fergus too, so I agreed. Ben was happy enough to oblige, always in his element when people needed support of comfort.

When we arrived at his house and Fergus opened the door, I was astonished by how bad he looked – he was pale, with grey circles under his eyes, scruffy and unshaven. He wore dress pants, a shirt and a tie, which were neat enough, but they only emphasized his look of weariness. He was still the same mountain of man, tall, broad-shouldered, bulging biceps struggling under the thin fabric of his shirt, but he looked like a ghost. He was about fifty, and for the first time I've seen him looked every last year of it.

"Nick!" he said, smiling. It didn't exactly light up his face, but it was an improvement. "Good to see you. Come in!"

"This is my friend, Ben. We thought we'd drop by," I said, a little awkwardly. Ben and Fergus shook hands, and Fergus lead us into the living room. It wasn't dirty, but it was dusty and cluttered, as if nobody cared about keeping it neat – which, in all likelihood, nobody did.

"Will you boys have a couple of beers with me? I was going to go into work this morning but I felt like having a mental health day," he said with false brightness, "so I'm very glad you boys could join me."

We agreed to the beers, and Fergus disappeared into the kitchen. Ben leaned towards me.

"Does he always look this miserable?" he whispered.

"No, not always. He's taking Mark leaving pretty hard," I said.

"Poor guy," Ben said, with feeling.

Fergus came back with the beers. We sipped them slowly, without talking for a moment, then Fergus rubbed his neck and swung his head around.

"Aah," he said, "I don't know if I slept on it badly or what, but I just feel so tense."

In an instant, I had an idea. My kind of idea.

"Ben gives great neck rubs," I said.

"I do?" Ben said, but I shut him up with a fierce look.

Fergus eyed Ben curiously, and Ben looked at me blankly.

"Why don't you massage Fergus's neck a little, Ben?" I asked sweetly. "He certainly could use it."

Ben glared at me through narrowed eyes, but could hardly say no. "Sure, if you'd like me to, Mr. Scott," he said.

"It's Fergus," Fergus said. "And, sure, why not? Not sure if anything can help me, though," he said, smiling lopsidedly.

Ben walked around to stand behind the wide sofa Fergus was sitting on, and looking awkward, he began to knead the skin around Fergus's neck and shoulders. He looked uncertain at first, but then, slowly, became more intent. His eyes clouded over a little; I could guess that he could smell that smell I remembered from all those soccer games of yore, the sweaty musk of the rugged Scotsman. 

"Aww, that's really nice," Fergus said. "Nick was right, this is very good."

"I'm, er, glad you like it," Ben said, and continued massaging him. Fergus closed his eyes and leaned his head back. His legs were spread wide, his thick, powerful thighs bursting out of his dress pants resting against the leather of the sofa. This was my cue.

Noiselessly, I leaned forward and knelt between Fergus's open legs. Slowly, I began gently stroking those amazing muscular thighs, feeling their firmness through the fabric. For the first few seconds, Fergus didn't seem aware of it, but then his eyes flew open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he almost shouted, springing up. "Nick, goddammit, what is this? You're Vicki's friend, what do you think you're doing?"

I didn't get up from where I was kneeling. "I just want to cheer you up a little, Fergus," I said, still stroking his thighs up and down. "I hate seeing you so unhappy. Just relax and let us... cheer you up."

"No, fuck, this is wrong!" Fergus said, but he didn't move. I decided that it was now or never. I swiftly unbuckled his belt and tugged, pulling down his pants and his boxers.

Fergus gasped, and made a few paces back, but I grabbed his thighs and pulled him back to me.

His cock was still limp, but already pretty impressive; he wasn't very long, but his pink uncut cock was fat and beautiful, resting on his big round hairy balls. I licked his cock up and down a few times, and it quickly began springing to life.

"Jesus Christ," Fergus said softly as his big fat cock grew erect under my tongue.

I pulled back for a moment and glared at Ben. He was the weak link in my dastardly plan, and looking at him now – standing where he was behind the couch, staring at me (or maybe at Fergus's lean, beefy ass) with an unreadable expression, I was scared he'd get upset, or freaked out, or whatever, and ruin everything. Tentatively, I spoke.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Come and help me, be a good guest," I said. Ben looked at me for a moment, then grinned, and all but ran from behind the sofa, kneeling down next to me at Fergus's feet.

He stood where he was, staring down at us with amazement, as we got to work.

I took all of his semi-hard cock in my mouth, and he gasped as it hardened to rock-solidity. It was so thick it barely fit, but I took a deep breath through my nose and began pumping up and down his shaft, and jacking what I couldn't get into my mouth.

Ben, meanwhile, got to his beautiful balls, first licking them gently, then taking one, then the other in his mouth. I felt Fergus's knees tremble, and with one deft move pushed him back onto the sofa. 

"This is wrong, I can't do this," Fergus protested, but when I deep-throated all of his cock, he shut up.

Ben and I switched places; he started sucking his dick, and I licked his balls, stroking them gently with my fingers, then sucking them. I took advantage of the fact that he was sitting down and started to migrate south with my finger, rubbing his taint, then circling his soft asshole.

Fergus threw his head back and moaned. As Ben kept pumping his cock, I straightened my back and grabbed Fergus's tie, pulling him towards me. I kissed him on the lips, hard. Our tongues met for a moment, then I withdrew, kissing his neck as I unbuttoned his shirt. I got fed up of fiddling with the buttons and just ripped it open; buttons scattered to the floor, but his enormous chest was finally free for me to have my way with. 

He had giant pecs, and an undeniable paunch, but he wore it well; his whole chest was covered with thick brown hair, except for his pink pencil eraser nipples. I pinched one of these as I kissed those gorgeous pectorals; then my lips found the other nipple, and I first sucked on it, then bit it gently. Fergus moaned again. He grabbed my hair, and pulled me roughly away – which gave me an electric chill down my spine – and kissed me hard on the lips again – which gave me another.

Meanwhile, Ben had gotten his cock out and was jacking himself off while still blowing Fergus; with his free hand he began rubbing my crotch, where my hard cock was straining against the thick denim of my jeans. 

Fergus noticed this, and got up again.

"Okay, boys, my turn now," he said, and first pulled me, then Ben onto the sofa.

"Get your cock out, Nick," he told me while he dove into Ben's crotch and swallowed his dick to the base immediately. Ben emitted a high-pitched moan.

While Fergus was bobbing up and down Ben's shaft, I quickly pulled down my jeans and released my erection, and then leaned forward to pull Fergus's shirt off altogether. I stroked his muscular shoulders and enormous biceps for a few moments, and took a moment to count my blessings: my boyhood crush was at my feet, wearing nothing but a blue silk tie and his pants around his ankles, sucking my friend's cock while he writhed in pleasure... and he would get to me soon. Life was good.

Meanwhile, Ben was whimpering as Fergus sucked his cock and fondled his balls. Then, roughly, he lifted Ben's legs up and began to play with his fuzzy pink asshole, spitting on his fingers and rubbing the skin. He dove in and licked it a few times.

"Oh, Jesus Christ," Ben panted, throwing his head back and grabbing Fergus's hair, pulling him towards his ass.

"Hey, what about me!" I cried, feeling a little left out.

Fergus came up for air and looked at me; the way he looked at me alone made me afraid I was going to come any moment. 

"I'm so sorry, Nick," he said, mock-earnest. He slapped Ben's thigh, then turned in my direction. "Let me make it up to you."

He enveloped my cock in one huge bear paw, and pumped my cock slowly up and down without breaking eye contact. He reached one hand up, caressing my lean torso, then tracing the outline of my lips, gently inserting his index and middle fingers into my mouth. I sucked them, and bit down a little.

He started playing with my cock, sticking his tongue out and slapping the head against his tongue. He licked up and down the shaft as I started breathing more heavily, trying to control the adrenaline and the light, fluid sensation in my body that meant I was close to coming; I realized I was tensing my muscles without realizing it, anticipating climax, and relaxed – the feeling subsided, and I leaned back to enjoy Fergus's blowjob.

The first time, he went all the way down the shaft, and I felt the hardness of his stubble scratching my balls; then he moved rhythmically up and down, up and down, now and again looking up at me his dark grey eyes under his bushy brown eyebrows locking with mine. I reached down and began stroked his hair as he continued to suck my cock.

Meanwhile, Ben was leaning over to kiss me. I could see something in his eyes besides pleasure – was it jealousy? I pushed the thought out of my mind, preferring not to think about it. I returned his kiss eagerly, nibbling on his pouty lips, playing with his ginger chest hair and pink nipples. Before I knew it, he was withdrawing from the kiss and getting up to stand on the sofa, his dick sticking out like a sword a little above my head. He buckled his knees so that it came right to my face level, and swinging his hips, slapped my cheeks with his cock. 

"Nice and wide, babe," Ben said, and I obediently opened my mouth, grabbing Ben's thighs. Slowly, he inserted his dick into my mouth, and then began swaying his hips, fucking my face, while groaning with pleasure. I cupped his round perky ass with my hands, kneading the cheeks, and then slapped them loudly. I could have gone on like this forever, Fergus's hot wet mouth on my cock, Ben's dick filling my mouth, the smell of sweat and men and sex permeating the room. 

Fergus rose up from my dick and leaned back, resting on his haunches, his thick pink dick sticking out like a flagpole. He jacked it lazily once or twice.

"Well, this has been fun, boys," he said, "but if you really want to cheer me up, I'm going to need some ass."

We nearly fell over ourselves, so eager were we to accommodate him, and for a funny moment we almost argued whose ass Fergus should get to fuck first. Instead we wrestled on the couch, and I pinned Ben to the cushions, sticking my ass out in the air.

Fergus eyed it appreciatively, smacking each cheek a few times, then reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a condom and lube.

"Mark and I used to keep some handy in every room..." he said, then cut off rapidly. It was strange to feel so awkward with one gorgeous man's cock pressing up against my belly and another's about to fuck me up the ass. 

Soon all awkwardness was forgotten, though, as Fergus pulled on the condom, slathered some lube on his cock and my ass, and began to insert his dick inside me. It was one of the thickest cocks I've ever been fucked by, and the immediate sensation was quite severe pain. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, and Ben stroked my hair. I squeezed his cock gratefully.

Fergus gently stroked my back, then poured out some more lube. He grabbed my hips and began, slowly, to slide in and out, just a few inches at first, then more and more. 

The pain began to abate, and soon I was feeling quite incredible pleasure – I never knew a cock could fill me up so much. I felt like I was going to burst in the best way possible, my whole body exploring in one glorious orgasm.

"Oh my god, yes," I shouted, throwing my head back. "Fuck me, Fergus! Harder! Pull my hair!"

Like a good host, he complied, and pulled my head up roughly, entwining his fingers in my thick black hair. Soon, he was nailing me quickly and furiously, every new thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge. 

I was almost delirious with pleasure by the time I spluttered hot white spunk all over Fergus's nice white sofa. Fergus leaned forward, and kissed the nape of my neck, nibbling it softly before getting back up.

He slipped his cock out of my ass and deftly changed condoms while I slid off Ben. When I looked into his eyes now, there was just pure lust, and Ben leaned on his back, dragging himself slightly forward to position his ass on the armrest of the couch, for Fergus's ease of access. I nested his head in my lap, patting his hair, wiping the sweat from his brow, panting heavily.

After a minute or two, Ben was screaming in pleasure, too, as Fergus bucked his hips into him, his big balls slapping against Ben's ass. Fergus jerked Ben's cock and bent down to kiss Ben, never slowing his pace. Ben threw his hands around Fergus's neck and brought his head closer, and soon he himself was coming, screaming out while Fergus was kissing his neck and jacking off his cock. I felt a pang of – no, it couldn't be jealousy. Impossible.

"Oh fuck! Oh god!" Ben shouted. I didn't see him come, but when Fergus lifted himself up, his enormous broad chest was covered with jizz. 

We lay there panting, Ben and I, our bodies glistening with sweat. Fergus slipped the second condom off his cock and walked around to me. I jacked off his cock a few times then gave him a slow, gentle blowjob. Within a minute or two, he was grabbing my hair once again.

"Oh my god, Nick!" he shouted in his booming Scottish voice. I slid my mouth off his cock just as he was about to come, and he shot a massive load all over my face and chest – it seemed like gallons and gallons of cum were hitting my cheeks and my mouth, and I couldn't be happier. I tasted his thick, salty spunk; I never thought I'd get a chance to one day have Fergus come on my face.

Later, we all showered together, but we were generally too spent for round two; after the emotions cooled off, Fergus seemed bashful and perhaps even ashamed. As we were about to leave, I reached forward and kissed him on the lips.

"That was amazing, Fergus. Don't ever think we didn't love every minute of it."

Fergus smiled an awkward, endearing boyish smile, and we left.

In the car, we were silent for part of the way, but eventually Ben spoke first.

"I don't usually do that kind of thing," he said firmly.

"No?" I replied blandly.

"You know I don't. This was... different. Don't think I'll do it again." He turned around to face me. "You know me, Nick. I want commitment. Exclusive commitment."

"Could have fooled me," I said, trying and failing for sarcasm.

"Oh, fuck you, Nick," Ben said. "I'm not going to be your booty call. I need something from you."

I sighed. "Let's talk about this later, shall we? I'm too post-coital to think straight."