7 comments/ 34603 views/ 13 favorites College Guys' Discovery Ch. 02 By: willmasonwillmason When Tom and I woke up late the next morning, our heads were pretty foggy. There was a big Gatorade in the fridge and I passed it to my new friend. Tom took a deep swig then looked me in the eye with a sly grin. I shook my head in disbelief and smiled back. "Glad you didn't get up and bolt without saying anything," I said. "Didn't even cross my mind. I wouldn't trade last night for anything." "Cool. Me too. Let's go get some food." That's all either of us needed -- or wanted -- to say about last night, but it was enough to confirm that neither of us had regrets. I was a little worried since I was the one who first crossed the line, but it was clear now that I didn't need to worry. Tom was thinking the same thing I was: that last night's discovery was just the start of a lot more boundary-stretching fun to come. Tom and I headed out to a hole-in-the wall hoagie shop whose greasy egg, sausage and cheese breakfast sandwiches put the fast-food versions to shame. We shared easy conversation and parted ways with a friendly pat on the back. As Tom walked away toward his dorm, I said: "Yo! Tom, I hope you'll show me that film project you told me about; I always liked to discover a new art film." "Count on it. Just don't expect my high school film class production skills to be art cinema-worthy. But I think you'll like the actress, and I know you'll love the plot." Walking away, I was struck by how similar we were: two confident 18 year old guys, comfortable in our own skin. We had taken huge leaps beyond our previous sexual boundary lines last night, but it hadn't freaked either of us out. In fact, it seemed to have only made us more confident, ready to seize whatever new opportunities life put before us. A cute college girl ran past me, her perfect little ass bouncing down the sidewalk in tight little running shorts. No, I couldn't understand at all how gay dudes weren't interested in that. But straight guys who couldn't appreciate another good looking guy on occasion were definitely missing out on something too. There must be lots of different levels of sexual awareness that were more evolved than just the traditional extremes of straight or gay. Back in my room, I decided that if I could run a couple of miles, then hit the steam room at the new gym, it might clear my head and I could study. I put on some running shorts and jogged downhill to the track behind the gym. I didn't make it even a mile before I had to slow to a walk. The steam room was the last resort to attempt a cure for what ailed me. I shucked my shorts, wrapped a gym towel around me, then headed into the steam. Nicer than any health club steam room I had ever seen back home, this one had a cold water shower right inside the steam room, with a huge industrial shower head and a pull-chain ending with a triangle, like they have in a factory where chemicals might needed to be quickly washed off. If you got overheated, you could just drench yourself in a deluge of cold water until you were ready for more of the steam heat. I sweated the toxins out and was about to escape the heat when the steam room door opened. Two guys walked in, giving each other some good natured shit about how poorly they had played basketball a few minutes before. They were either juniors or seniors, so our worlds would not have intersected. We couldn't see each other very well in the heavy mist, but I saw they were just carrying their white gym towels by hand, not wearing them. They nodded briefly at me, keeping up their animated conversation. One was tall and lean, maybe 6'4', with short dark hair and an attractive face. He had a slightly scruffy look, like he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. His friend was closer to my 6'1', with dirty blond and slightly curly hair. Clean shaven, he had a toned body that looked like a swimmer's. They sat on their towels, a typical pair of part-time jocks, completely comfortable with being naked in front of other guys in a locker room setting. When the basketball talk paused, the taller guy looked over at me and said: "You look like you've been in here a while. Don't have a heat stroke, dude." "Yeah, I got pretty beat up last night," I responded. "Sweating it out was the only cure." The bigger guy said: "I hear that. We partied pretty hard too last night, celebrating turning in a big paper and a project. If this steam doesn't do the trick, the old hair of the dog is the only choice left." At that, the guys started laughing and trying to recall the details of the party they had been to Friday night. As they talked, going on about some girl that followed them back to their house,, I noticed how they finished each other's sentences. I was enjoying listening and trying to figure out what their world as upperclassmen was like. After a few minutes, I needed to escape the heat and left the two alone. I stood forever under the cool water in the shower room, a huge white-tiled rectangle with at least 20 shower heads sticking out of the walls. A whole football team could shower here at once. At one point, I turned off my shower and walked naked over to the scales and weighed myself. Still sweating, I retreated back under a cool shower. Just as I was about to get out for good, the guys from the steam room staggered in. Looking mildly surprised to see me still showering, they chose shower heads across from each other and drenched themselves in the cool water. I couldn't help but notice that their cocks now looked half-hard, longer and thicker than when I had noticed earlier. Could they have been playing around in the steam room? Figuring I'd never know that answer to that question, I walked over to the towel rack where there was a stack of fresh towels. I grabbed one and dried myself off on the way back to my day-locker. I took my time getting dressed and left the gym. The two guys caught up to me as I was walking slowly uphill back to the dorms, the taller one calling out: "Hey, dude. How was the cure?" "Better, but by no means cured. How about you?" "Definitely hair of the dog for us. It's a slow weekend around here, so we figured a few beers over at the Tavern was our next move. Maybe catch a game on TV. Join us for a cold one?" I stuck out my hand, "Will. Will Mason. Glad to meet you." "I'm Scott," the taller guy said. "And this is Ty. Good to meet you too. So what do you say?" "Shit; it's only 2 o'clock. I think I need to try to do some reading. But thanks for the invite." "We'll be at the Tavern. If you change your mind, share a pitcher with us. Ty's buying." "Will do. Thanks again and see you around." Back at the room, I thought about how unusual it was for a couple of upper classmen who didn't know me to be so friendly. Freshmen guys were frozen out of the social scene because of the fraternity system rules (no access to frat parties until sophomore year, by university decree). Then I thought about them coming into the steam room without any sign of anything but straight-jock-in-the-locker-room behavior -- until I left and they thought I was gone for good. I couldn't get those semi-boners in the showers off my mind. I had no reason not to walk over to the Tavern and take them up on their offer of a cold beer. I thought for a second about texting Tom and asking him to join, but decided this was an adventure best explored solo. I felt a little self-conscious walking up to their booth in the half-empty bar. My fake ID had worked here several times, but you never know when luck will run out. Scott saw me from a distance, slid over and patted the seat: "Thought you might show up. Glad you did. Sit down. It's Will, right?" We reminded each other of our names. There was a clean third beer mug already on the table already. Ty poured me a draft. "Salud." Ty said, raising his glass and clinking mine in a toast. Scott was quick to make me feel welcome: "Glad you joined us. We were getting tired of just talking to each other anyway." "I appreciate it. I haven't met a lot of guys other than fellow freshman. The social scene's a bit slow for us new arrivals, to put it mildly." Ty had a big friendly grin, but didn't say much. Scott, on the other hand, was good at keeping the conversation going: "We all lived through that first year, a lot of bonding with other guys left in the same boat. That's how Ty and I got to be good friends. But believe me, you'll get through it and it's a lot more fun starting next fall, when a new crop of ladies arrives." We talked a bit about where we grew up and how we ended up here. Ty was from El Paso, which explained his Spanish "Salud!" instead of "Cheers." He and Scott, friends since mid-way through freshman year, now lived off campus in a rent house a few blocks away from where we were sitting. Scott, the more gregarious of the two, said he grew up an Army brat, not really from anywhere. His four years here were the longest he had ever stayed in one place, and his four would be stretching into five because he had changed majors and needed the credits to get into a graduate engineering program. Three pitchers of a really nice micro-brew led to an increasingly open and easy conversation. Ty always quietly insisted it was on his tab when I offered money. When Ty got up to take a leak, Scott said there was no need to keep offering to pay. Ty's dad was a self-made man, no college degree or anything, but had gotten rich as a car dealer in El Paso. He wanted Ty, who had been serious in high school, to cut loose more in college. Scott explained that he wanted Ty to have what he never had, and was living vicariously through his son. So he sent Ty $1500 a month as "beer money." Ty had decided to always buy the drinks or anything else that stoked a party, unless he was in the company of someone with as much disposable cash as he did -- which was rare. When Ty came back to the table, he was holding three tequila shots. Not $3 well shots, but a smooth sipping tequila, he reported, "100% agave, real tequila, made by a little craft company called Patron." He pronounced in "puh-trone." Scott interjected: "Hell yeah! No limes and salt for this stuff, Will. Sip it slowly, no shooting, because this is how real Mexican tequila is meant to taste." More "Saluds" and clinking of glasses followed. I had never tasted good tequila before. Man, it went down smooth, kind of the 30 year old scotch my uncle poured on special occasions, but it tasted a lot better to me than scotch. I was getting pretty buzzed. Ty opened up a lot after the tequila shots hit us, telling me a little about his dad's over-the-top attitude. Ty was still embarrassed about it, but had decided to have as much fun as he could while still maintaining his grade average. He told me about how Scott had really helped him loosen up and make the most of a great situation. But he also said that he and Scott were both determined to do well in school too, and that they had each other's backs on where to draw the line: when to party and when to study. "Yeah, we've pushed each other to all kind of crazy new heights of debauchery for sure," Ty said, "but we're not shy about calling each other out if we see the grades slipping or the partying getting out of hand. I'm shooting for academic honors, to pay my old man back the only way I can for all he is doing for me." Scott added, "And I'll be applying to graduate engineering programs after this place, then I'm going to make enough money to always pay Ty's way wherever we go." I was impressed by how these guys were living life to its fullest -- but also how they were there for each other too, keeping each other in line and helping each other achieve their goals. They told about a deal they made to always tell each other about every grade they received and to serve as each other's motivation coach if anyone was screwing up. This was a deeper and more mature friendship I was used to. It made me start thinking how my own friendships measured up. Ty patted me on the back as we walked out and said: "Come back to our house and try the good stuff my dad bought last time he visited. You'll never order a Jose Cuervo again. What else does this slow Saturday night have to offer?" "Not anything worth doing," I said. "So, sure, and thanks for the invite." We happily stumbled out into the street. It was only 5:30 or so but already dark, as winter had set in. We laughed and talked as we walked the short blocks to their house. The house turned out to be a large duplex and they lived upstairs. It was much nicer than my cramped dorm room. The living room had a couple of long, comfortable couches. The coffee table between them featured a tall and obviously well-used bong as its centerpiece. Scott loaded a bowl while Ty went to his room to retrieve the fancy tequila. He put on some music, now playing through what I noticed was a really sweet sound system. The living room was dimly lit just by the kitchen light. I saw some big wet snowflakes falling through the window and a string of white Christmas lights someone had put up a little early on the house across the street. "You smoke, Will?" Scott asked as the water in the pipe started to gurgle. I watched him inhale a monster hit, hold it a few seconds and slowly exhale. "Sure," I said, following his lead, but pulling less smoke through, not wanting to overdo it. Even so, I got a nice lungful of obviously high quality bud. These guys definitely traveled in style. Ty poured three generous shots and we sipped the ungodly smooth golden tequila. Ty explained more about real agave tequila, where it came from in Mexico, and the differences between the real stuff and the American brands used in cheap margaritas. Everybody kicked off their shoes and we sank into the couches, laughing like stoners do at whatever anybody said. I entertained Scott and Ty with stories about being a freshman and being frustrated by the girls our age who were only interested in the older guys. I told them about road trips with other hopelessly horny freshman guys and the trouble we got into at a nearby nursing college where there were lots of girls but also lots of house rules. They thought my storytelling was hilarious and we laughed till we coughed, and then laughed some more. I managed to think through the fog enough to tell them how much I appreciated their hospitality today, how unexpected it was, and how they had made a hung-over Saturday way more fun than I had any right to have. I told Ty the tequila education was something I wouldn't forget, despite the excellent smoke, and thanked him for all his generosity. Ty put his arm around my shoulder and gave me a warm, buddy-like hug. "Will, that's the second or third time you've told us today that you appreciated being included, appreciated the drinks, and generally thanked us. You're a good dude and must have been raised right. I can't tell you how many times over the last three years that I've bought a few rounds, or more than a few, or supplied some other kinds of fun -- and nobody has said a word to acknowledge it. So, I appreciate your words, man. Thanks for saying thanks." Ty was affectionate with me in a comfortable, completely natural way, giving me a one arm shoulder hug like you would an old friend who had just done something for you. It felt nice. We sat there for a long time, just soaking up the pot buzz, the music and the company. Scott broke the spell, stopping himself from hitting the bong a third time and saying we had better lay off the smoking or we'd all fall asleep. "And it's just 7 o'clock. The night is young! Ty, what do you think about something to wake us up a bit?" Scott was the instigator as he had been all day. I kept thinking back to all the thinly-veiled drug references they had made. I guessed the next thing I would see were lines of coke being cut up on the table where the bong currently held court. Ty didn't open his eyes, but said he really wasn't up for any more blow after last night and that besides, we didn't want to lead Will here astray any more than we already had. I stayed quiet to see where this was going, knowing I would probably be led pretty much anywhere these guys were going at this point. "So, Will," Ty started, "have you even done molly?" "No, never had the chance," I said, recognizing the slang term for powdered ecstasy. "But I'm game if you'll keep me in the fairway and out of the rough," soon wincing at the lame golf analogy. "Well, if you've never done it, that shit can change your world. Right Scotty?" "Fuck yeah! I didn't know you even had any. We haven't done that in ages." "I didn't have any -- until last night. And it's old fashioned X, not molly. That freaky little girl stuffed some pills in my hand about 5 in the morning. I just remembered it when I went to my room looking for a lighter. I looked in my jeans -- and there they were. She was dealing and wanted me to have these as a sample. She was babbling on, saying I'd get a real deal if I'd buy 100 hits and "warehouse" them for parties. "Dude!" Ty said. "That's awesome. "See, letting that chick do all our blow ended up paying a dividend. More than one dividend, now that I think about it." I was just sitting back on the couch, listening as they talked about last night, about how both of them had obviously both fucked that girl, and how Ty came into some ecstasy. Ty produced the pills and got a tall glass of water from the kitchen. We each swallowed one without any hesitation. No turning back now, I thought. While we waited for the drug to take effect, Ty explained the active ingredient, MDMA. Ty turned into a neuro-chemist, telling me exactly what serotonin was, how the drug blocked the serotonin re-uptake in the brain and that our brains were about to be flooded with serotonin. "That," he said, "will cause euphoria, warmth, uninhibited sharing of thoughts or feelings and probably a need to touch and be touched." Ty talked about how some cutting-edge psychiatrists had used MDMA to break down barriers in emotionally closed patients and how some patients had overcome seemingly impossible emotional barriers, like talking about long-buried memories of childhood abuse, through controlled use of the drug in a therapy setting. I was looking even more forward to its recreational properties after hearing Ty's scholarly report. "And don't get freaked out if I want to put my arm on your arm or shoulder, and don't hold back grabbing onto us. It's what X does. It makes you need to touch and feel the warmth, figuratively and literally. It feels too good to let any inhibitions hold you back." "Don't worry," I assured him. Ty went on: "I'm not trying to talk around an issue here, or to be creepy or anything. It's not a sexual thing. Hell, when you're peaking on good X, you couldn't even begin to have sex; your dick shrinks up and wants to disappear. So believe me, this isn't some weird set-up. It's just a natural and completely comfortable need to touch and be touched by your friends. I can feel the warmth of friendship itself with some good X, just by putting my hand on a friend's arm." "I've read a little about ecstasy and I get what you're saying -- at least as much as I can, never having tried it. My friends and I hug each other when we haven't seen each other in while; so do most of the males in my family. Showing and being shown some affection is a good thing in my book. I liked it a lot when you put your arm around me a little while ago. It felt good, like being accepted as a friend. So, just be my guide." Scott and Ty smiled broadly. Scott walked over and grasped my hand as in an old-style hippie handshake, saying "You're about the coolest young dude I've met in ages, confident without being cocky. I can't wait to roll on this X with you." Within 20 minutes or so, we all felt flushed in the face as the X started to work its wonders. I pressed my head back into the couch to just let it flow over me. Euphoria, but with a surprising sense of calm and "all is right with the world" swept over me. Wow, wow, wow... it was like a gentle warm wave, consuming me in a calm, sublimely happy way. College Guys' Discovery Ch. 02 I was sitting on a long couch next to Ty, with Scott across from us on the other couch. A string of white Christmas lights on a house across the street shone through the window behind Scott. I watched as the lights started to move along the string as if in motion. I had seen these same lights all night and knew they weren't really moving, but was amazed at the visual effects of this drug. The lights moved as if rolling continuously in one direction; then my eyes twitched and they reversed direction, rolling the other way along the roofline. It was mesmerizing. After staring in wonder for a long time, I spoke up: "Whoa... those lights are doing it for me." I said, pointing at the window. Ty moved over next to me, looking down my line of sight at where I was pointing. He stared for a minute and soon started to see the same thing: "Holy shit, Scotty this is some no bullshit great fucking X. Get your ass over here and look out the window with us at the dancing lights." Scott awkwardly got up from his couch and stumbled to us, collapsing on the other side of me. We were now all on the same couch, staring out the window at the lights, me sitting in between them. We were all taken in by the same hallucination, trading exclamations about how great we felt, how incredible this X was and how incredibly happy we were to be here with each other. I hadn't noticed I was slowly grinding my teeth. It suddenly occurred to me that I needed physical contact with them. My words to Tom the night before (was that really just twenty four hours ago?) about me being the one to initiate something suddenly popped into my head. My thoughts were a million miles away from the sexual context that it came up in with Tom, but I was thinking about all the hospitality these two guys had showed me today. I should be the one to initiate the touching I was now craving, and that I figured they craved too. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world for me to reach out my arms and grab each of them by their far shoulders, pulling them toward me in the middle. "Move in closer you guys, I need company." They both scooted over to where our shoulders were up against each other's, like we were on a crowded bench. We put our arms across each others' shoulders, so everybody was touching. I felt proud to be included by these guys. I pulled them close to me, one arm around each of my new friends, and said: "This is the most amazing new feeling ..." We tripped for a while like this, feeling the warmth of each other's presence and talking. We had been wigging out on this X for at least an hour or more when I decided I needed to get up to piss. Ty pointed me to the nearby bathroom behind the couch and in the hall. I stood up and was totally taken aback by how fucked up I was. I tried to focus on the hall doorway; I stumbled and barely made it to the bathroom, grabbing walls and doorways as I went. I braced myself with one hand against the wall behind the toilet, unzipped and started to pull out my dick. I was even more shocked at what was in my hand. I had shrunk up like Ty had said and was having trouble taking a leak through such a narrow straw. This was too fucking weird. While I tried to piss for what seemed like several minutes, I looked in the mirror to the left of the commode. That was another shocker. My eyes were completely dilated, with HUGE pupils. No wonder I couldn't focus! But I didn't feel the least bit sick, just happier than I could ever remember feeling. When I made it back to the warm embrace of my friends on the couch, I felt like I had been on a long excursion and was being welcomed home. I started telling them about looking in the mirror at my eyes and then about trying to piss. "Where the hell did my dick go?" I asked with a big grin. Scott slowly shoving his free hand down the front of his jeans. " No shit...You aren't lying! This has to be the best X I have ever done, judging from how I feel right now and the fact that I have NO ... DICK ... AT ... ALL! How about you, Ty?" Ty had been mesmerized by moving lights outside the window, but he too started feeling in his pants for his dick, then unbuttoned the top button for easier access, with no hint of self-consciousness. "Nooooo shit," Ty almost whispered. "My dick wasn't this tiny when I was four years old ... no wonder I am tripping so hard on this stuff. But," -- turning toward me -- "Don't worry, you're dick will come back when you come down. And your eyes will return to normal too. Just enjoy it while it's happening. I hope this peak lasts all night!" We were all three sitting there with our hands in our pants, talking about how shrunken our dicks were. I was learning about this drug, which was just fucking amazing. I was absorbing all the lessons in how it affected not only your dick, but your eyes, your brain, and especially your sense of touch. Lacking any inhibitions at all, and in an impulse to show my new buddies my total comfort with all this, I opened up my jeans, which I just noticed I had never even zipped back up, and showed them my dick, such that it was. "You sure it's really doing THIS to you?" I asked. "I'm a little freaked out it's so small." Ty glanced over then pulled his hand out of his pants, and unzipped his fly, showing his equally affected dick: "Check it out dude, it's not just you." Scott opened his jeans up wide, doing the same. In a way that you can only understand if you get a hold of some killer X and do the same thing, it wasn't about our dicks at all; it was about how amazing this drug trip was and grasping for tangible measures of how far it had distorted our realities. "Isn't this unfuckingbelievable." I mumbled, "that we're all sitting here, doing this without any inhibition or weirdness? I love doing X with you guys!" "I don't feel any inhibitions about ANYTHING and I'm feeling fucking INCREDIBLE!," Scott almost shouted. Ty added: "I am having the best time of my life and I love you, Scotty, my best friend. And I love everything I know about you, Will, and hope to get to know you a lot more, my new friend. This is just fucking AWESOME!" Our brains awash in serotonin, we forgot each our crotches and took turns looking into each other's eyes, reporting to each other on our huge dilated pupils. We then watched the lights move some more, the thoughts pouring out of our mouths in a stream of superlatives. After a while, Ty managed to stand up and wander all the way over to the kitchen. I'll never forget the image of him walking back toward us, smiling with this big, goofy shit-eating grin, holding three cold Sierra Nevada Pale Ale bottles. The kitchen light shone through the green bottles, lighting them up like neon. We managed to pop off the tops with the lighter. I could feel the ice-cold liquid cool my mouth, then go down my throat and travel its way down into my belly. My senses were at a peak when Scott looked at his phone, saying it was almost 10:30 pm and we were still TRIPPING OUR BALLS OFF! My eyes couldn't have read a clock if I had to. The next hour was spent in telling each other things we knew would never have said in an unaltered state like this, making promises to do this again with each other. Ty promised to call that girl as soon as he could dial a phone and buy up her supply from this same batch. The lights kept dancing and the warmth that flowed between us was amazing. I had at least one of their hands on me the whole time -- a shoulder, a gripped arm, a knee. At my urging, they told me the blow-by-blow story of what they did with the girl who had followed them home from the party last night because she heard they always had some coke, and how she had let them know she was up for a three-way hook-up not long after they got inside the door: "She hadn't made any move to pair off with either of us," explained Scott. "She was just being super-friendly to us both; then after doing a couple of lines, she just sat up and pulled her top off over her head, showing us these perky little tits... she smiled and said the blow made her hot." "We didn't waste any time helping her out of the rest of her clothes," continued Ty. "She had a great ass, and a perfect little shaved pussy. We all got naked right here in the living room and she was grabbing our cocks. Scotty and I started playing with her pussy and feeding our dicks into her mouth before we even got good and hard. She was a pro, never leaving either of us feeling neglected." Ty and Scott were filling in all the blanks of each other's telling of the pussy story, describing a round of crazy fucking and sucking right on the couch, in which they switched positions a few times until everyone got off. Then after a rest, they said, she wanted more and more blow, which they let her do, but held back on themselves. Then, after a huge fat line disappeared up her nose, she started madly switching back and forth, sucking both their cocks until she announced she wanted to take one up her ass while the other was in her pussy. "That was a first," Ty said kind of sheepishly, as if it embarrassed him for Scott to tell that story. "But we gave it the good old college try, until we found it just too awkward to be any fun. It was just a pain in the ass... pun intended. We had to put on a new condom each time if we wanted to switch from ass to pussy, and the angles weren't working anyway." "Finally," Scott said, "after trying to maneuver into the right position one last time, we told her we just weren't that cool with being so close to each other's hard cocks, or having our balls basically rubbing against each other. She let it go then because she thought touching each other had weirded us out. It was a good way to get back to regular sucking and fucking. We didn't really want to tell her but we're neither one much into butt-sex, even with fine looking young stuff like that." This seemed like a good point start trying to steer the conversation to something that had been creeping back into my mind ever since we started telling pussy stories. I said they had done things I hadn't even imagined in my wildest jack-off fantasies. Then I asked them a semi-serious question: having tried so many different things, did they think their sexual boundaries were pretty much set by now at ages 20 and 21. I added that I was still learning where my boundary lines were. My reference wasn't lost on them. Ty led off: "No, I'm not through exploring everything the world has to offer on that front. Scotty, are you cool with my telling Will where we stand on all this? I am. " "Sure," said Scott. "I'm usually the more talkative of the two of us, but my mind is wrapped around all the visuals right this second and I need somebody else to talk while I wig out staring at the dancing lights. But I'm cool with sharing anything and everything with Will." As the X continued to carry us along an eye-twitching peak, Scott and Ty told about how they had arrived at college strictly locked in hetero roles. Then, a series of drug-fueled nights had first led them watching each other get sucked and then fucking girls in the same room (shades of Tom's stories with his buddy Cody). There was a steady supply of girls who would have sex with them both as long as the cocaine flowed, and Ty's allowance meant there was an endless supply of that. Sometimes there was more than one girl and sometimes just one girl between them. "Live porn," said Scott. "Nothing else like it." Then, about this time of year last fall, a girl they were fucking together said during a break in the action what she really wanted was to see Ty and Scott play around with each other. The guys protested, but she pressed on. Scott imitated her voice: "You guys like watching hot lesbian action, don't you? You'd watch it a porno, where you don't even know the girls. But I don't just want to see any two guys messing around. What would make me crazy is to see two hot guys who had just fucked me play with each other. It would be so hot. Won't you just give me a little show, to think about next time I'm in a hot bath, all alone?" She was wicked smart and highly observant, pointing out to them (while she had both their dicks in her small, soft hands) that she had been super turned on by watching Ty's face while she was blowing him. Scott continued to quote her: "I was trying to look up at you and look you in the eye while I sucked that big thing, but you weren't looking at me. You were watching Scott fuck me, in that mirror." She pointed out that they had always seemed to try to put her in positions where each could watch the other's dick plunging in and out of her in the mirrors. Watching Scott, she said, she could see Scotty was also as turned on by whatever Ty's dick was doing as he was by what he was doing with his own. When Scott was fucking her from behind just minutes ago, his eyes were glued to Ty's cock going in and out of her mouth. She said the hottest moments for her were when the boys' hands met at her clit, fingering her together, then Scott then leaned forward, over her back -- still fucking her steadily from behind and giving her the reach around-- and let his chin rest on her shoulder, so he could watch Ty's blowjob from just inches away. "You stared and stared at that big wet cock as I slid my mouth up and down on it. You sure looked like you wanted to suck it too," she said, looking Scott in the eyes. Scott didn't say anything in response to that, and she just kept up her persuasion, gently working their cocks in her hands. Scott kept imitating her: "You're both getting nice and hard again, just thinking about what was really turning you on." "We were putty in her hands, dude," said Scott. "We were busted -- our dicks were giving us away. I said she was at least half right about my liking to watch the action, taking the heat off Ty to respond to her. I assured her I liked fucking her fine little pussy even more than I liked the live porn show I was watching." Scott went on, speaking for Ty: "Ty said he hadn't really thought about things the way she was looking at it, but that his hard cock didn't lie and that now that she was talking about it, he was pretty turned on by the live porn show too." "Then," Ty at last interjected, "She took complete control. She still had our cocks in her hands and then started directing us:" "Sit up here", she said, motioning them to sit side by side, with her in front of them on the bed, continuing to play with their by-now full mast hard-ons with her delicate little hands. "Then," Ty started talking faster, "she pulled our bodies together and began rubbing our cocks together while making cooing sounds just like she did when she was getting fingered before getting fucked. Then, with a sly smile, she took Scott's hand and put it on my dick, holding it there as if to say 'don't you move it.' Then she did the same with my hand on Scott's hard-on. She kept her hands in action too, working our cocks and showing us what she wanted us to do, for her, she kept saying." Scott then imitated her sexy voice: "There, doesn't that feel goooood? It makes me sooooo wet to see those two big cocks that just fucked me so well being fondled like that." They described how she then started fingering her shaved pussy and leaning back to give the boys a clear view. Within moments, she had convinced the two friends to jack each other off to the rhythm she chose, then she somehow got them to try sucking each other's cocks too. "She got us to do it at the same time, Ty explained, "so we were both committed to it at exactly the same moment -- like on a dare -- and nobody chickened out. It was some crazy, coked-up shit." Scott continued the report: "She directed the sucking, saying all sorts of dirty things like 'yes, suck that big beautiful cock' and 'now take it down to the balls, you can do it,' 'let me see you try,' -- and we pretty much did what she said, or tried to at least, like we were in a trance." Ty picked up the thread: "After few minutes when we both stopped sucking, she grabbed our cocks again, bringing our hands back into the action with hers, helping us jack each other off, presenting her fine little body as a target. She was wet as hell and kept playing with her clit, moaning and saying stuff like 'I want you to shoot it all over me.'" Scott added: " We were both definitely into that. Before we knew it, we were shooting our loads all over her tits and stomach, as she started getting off masturbating, or at least doing a hell of an acting job. Ty went over the edge first and when I saw this big jet of white cum shoot out of him and land on her tits, it immediately caused me to lose it too. I blasted a wad on her stomach then my second one actually shot farther than the first, nailing her on her chin and neck. I couldn't believe how much we came, since we had both already gotten off once. The jizz just kept spurting out of our cocks as we milked them, all of it landing on her." "It was fucking wild, and completely out of bounds," Ty said. "She licked a drop or two off her fingers and smiled at us, delighted in a triumphant kind of way, really proud of what she had gotten us to do," Scott said. "And so we fucked the living shit out of her as soon as we recovered. It was like grudge fucking and we outdid each other, fucking her harder and harder till we blasted again. I came first and pulled out, then shoved my dripping cock right into her mouth while Ty moved back and finished up banging her doggie. Then we pretty much threw her out. " "But then," Ty went on, suddenly looking somber, "after she left and we were alone, we were both really uncomfortable at what we had allowed to happen. It didn't get any better as time passed. After a few awkward days, we tried to talk about it sober but got tongue-tied and stopped. We had no idea why we were so frozen and no idea how to solve the problem. Scott was hiding out in other friends' apartments until our buddies were starting to ask if we were pissed at each other. So I went out and bought some X, showed him the four hits I had scored and asked him to eat them with me. We both knew why." "So without any hesitation, we did two each -- a double dose -- to make sure we peaked long and hard. We locked the door, turned off our phones and sat there, just the two of us." "At first," Scott explained, "before the X hit us, it was awkward as hell, like we didn't have any confidence this was going to work...but about an hour into the trip, we just put our arms around each other, letting our actions say what our words hadn't been able to convey. After a couple of hours of serious tripping, we looked in each other's eyes and swore that the gay shit we had done with that girl could never come between us. We agreed that even if that was way over the line for both of us, it was just fucking stupid to let it come between us. We both had tears streaming down our faces, something we had never seen in each other." Scott got serious again, "But we weren't through purging the demons yet. We needed to really dig deeper because we hadn't gotten to the bottom of why we had acted like we did. After all, there had been no betrayal, no stealing each other's chick, no insults -- nothing justified how we almost let it rip our friendship apart... So I started just thinking out loud, completely unable to filter my thoughts as they came pouring out of my brain..." Ty said. "I remember being surprised when Scott said it wasn't good enough to just tell each other were tricked and led astray by that smart little piece of ass. I guess we found that excuse comforting at first. But, Scott asked me if I thought that was too convenient to blame her, like we were some kind of victims. He kept saying he felt like there was more we needed to get all out on the table, to make sure we never went through the dark shit we had just endured." College Guys' Discovery Ch. 02 Scott jumped in, "Remember, we were still rolling hard on a double dose of pretty decent X, not as good as the shit we're on now, but not bad either. And I straight up asked Ty to hear me out: did he think sucking each other and making each other shoot had been exciting too, and not just disgusting? And if the fact we found it exciting had scared us both and THAT was what had made us clam up and act so crazy lately? I pressed Ty pretty hard and I guess took some big chances in doing it." "At first," Ty added, "I said I didn't know. That really hadn't occurred to me at all, at least not on a conscious level, and I needed to think a minute. Then I looked down at some pens and paper we had on the table and got an idea. We were so fucked up, but we managed to come up with a few questions and put them down on paper. Then we made each other promise to answer completely honestly, even if one of us liked it and one of was grossed out. We made sure the questions captured what we wanted to know from each other. "We stared at each other with our hands on each other's shoulder and swore to write down the absolute truth, without trying to shield anybody's feelings." Scott said, "We got separate sheets of paper, then wrote our answers at the same time, poorly, since our eyes were so dilated. I remember the pen shaking as my eyes twitched. The good thing is that we had no inhibitions at all on such a head full of X. I spoke for the first time in a long time: "So what ended up on those papers? You're killing me like it's a suspense novel." "We worded it differently," Scott answered, "but the message was the same: we had found the encounter to be, how did you put it Ty, 'dangerously exciting,' but we both felt shame. We were hung up on the labels we had grown up with: gay, faggot, homo. We didn't see ourselves as gay and we didn't want that label. So we had been turned on and confused by the situation, but we had buried it so deep that we weren't either one consciously aware of the fact it had really turned us on." Ty: "We were so unhappy that it looked lot like depression, but we couldn't really say why -- until then." Scott chimed in "Ty was so smart to score that X and get me to do it with him. It allowed us to freely admit -- to ourselves and then to each other -- being turned on big time by what we did. The whole scene was just incredibly erotic, but we had repressed it for fear of becoming 'gay.' It was so simple after we broke it down." Ty added, "We both were fascinated at the whole experience, not just sucking cock, but also by making each other cum and watching each other shoot his load on that girl. You see, even after all the double-team fucking we had done together, we always shot off inside a girl. We had neither one ever seen the other -- or anybody --shoot jizz out of his dick, despite being literally connected to each other through girls while we shot load after load, sometimes yelling out stuff like 'I'm cumming!'" Ty went on, looking more upbeat now: ''We were peaking our nuts off on that X and were just laying it all bare, completely purging ourselves of guilt, shame, or whatever it was that almost ruined a great friendship. I had been taking psychology classes all fall and said we should do some aversion therapy -- like telling each other what we did and exactly how we felt about it. I even reversed roles with Scotty and got assertive, staring at him and saying out loud, 'Scott, I sucked your cock and I liked it.' Talk about cathartic!" "I got into it," Scott said, "and just let the truth flow, uncensored. I was saying shit like, 'I sucked your cock too and loved the taste, the texture and the feeling of you filling my mouth.'" Ty said they continued to describe what they had done and how it felt, right up through making each other cum and watching the cum shoot out of each other's cocks onto that beautiful little body, painting her with their mixing jizz. "We flat out purged it all, got it all on the table and left nothing unsaid. I even told Scotty that tasting his pre-cum was an exciting new experience, something that came to me, vividly, while we were confessing to each other, but that I had completely repressed until that moment." Scott kept talking: "We swore to each other that all that guilt was gone forever. We had done nothing wrong and we would keep each other honest about that, even if it meant getting in each other's face if one of us started to retreat into doubts. We apologized to each other for letting something so stupid come between us and swore we wouldn't need to eat X to talk about things like this in the future, because we knew each other's souls and could talk anywhere, anytime." Ty added, "We also asked each other what this all meant and both said we knew we weren't gay, but that if either of had been, we would love each other just the same. We knew that sex with girls was the main course on both our menus. Hell, we had watched ourselves have amazing sex with so many girls; there was no way to fake that. But we enjoyed what we did with each other too and agreed to keep it just between us, which we have, until now." "Will," Scott continued, "you're the only person we've ever told about any of this." I felt honored to be the one they told. These guys weren't anything I would call gay, but were just more evolved about human sexuality than I had even known was possible. "Finally, we wrote down our last promise to each other: we would try messing around with each other again alone, with zero inhibitions, as an experiment. We didn't have to wait long," Ty followed up, "Just long enough for our equipment to start working again as the X wore off. After about an hour more of just enjoying the trip, we decided this was the perfect night to try it, while our inhibitions were gone and our commitments were clear. So, after the visual hallucination aspects had slowed down, but long before we had any possibility of doing anything sexually (talk about shrunken penis syndrome!), we took off all our clothes and lit a candle. "Oh, shit, remind me to light one later!" Ty said. Scott continued, "And we watched the candle light dance as the X made the flame look like tracers flying around the room. We laughed and touched each other affectionately but not overtly sexually, which would have been beside the point at that time anyway. Scott then narrated how the rest of the X trip had gone down: "We had been buck naked for an hour or two," said Scott, "walking around naked and sitting on the couch naked, talking and watching whatever caught our eyes. When the X finally started to wear off, we weren't able to see the candle dance very much any longer, I got us two cold beers, while Ty went to pick out some porn. We have 3 or 4 tapes of us having sex with the little nose-whores who come sniffing around here for our blow and end up being film stars. "So we sipped that cold brew and watched porn together, naked. We were touching each other in ways that pleased us, running our hands over each other's chests and stomachs, then eventually playing with each other's cocks and balls. We were talking to each other continuously about what we were feeling all the way through it. We decided to see what it would feel like to have our dicks sucked while they were mostly soft. We didn't want to 69, but each wanted to focus completely on either getting or giving head. It was so cool to take each other's dick in our mouths, and for the one getting sucked to say out loud exactly what felt good, what to do or keep doing. We both found it was a surprising turn-on to feel the other's cock grow in our mouth. "When we had full blown hard-ons, finally, we started working each other slowly but surely to a huge nut. When it finally felt like it was possible to shoot a load, we decided we really liked getting off at the same time, like we did with the little temptress, and we knew that would be easier to do jacking each other off than sucking each other. We talked matter-of-factly about how we both wanted to watch the cum shoot out of each other's dicks, something we had only seen that one time before. "So we faced each other on the bed, our legs spread with our legs across each others, jacking each other off with our bodies lit up in the mirrors by the light of the porno still playing on the big TV. Ty had some lube in his bedside table and we squirted it on each other's cocks, steadily working each other to a huge nut. We worked it a long time then timed it perfect, egging each other on as the cum welled up in our balls." This time, I blasted first," Scott said, "but I barely got the first shot off before Ty unloaded all over my chest too. My first shot was this big rope that seemed to hang in the air until it hit Ty in the center of his neck, right about the Adam's apple, then dripped down his chest. I kept shooting maybe 4 or 5 times until there was nothing left, while Ty gently squeezed the last drops out. Meanwhile, Ty's big gun shot out a stream of white jizz that stuck me in the middle of my chest and I remember how warm it felt. I milked him as he shot his jizz all over my chest and stomach, till he was spent too. Then we fell back on the bed, covered in each other's cum and laughing our asses off at the absurdity of it all. It had all become just that: funny. All guilt was gone, the discomfort only a distant memory." "We established some simple ground rules for future encounters," Ty reported, "writing them down while we were still in the warm afterglow of that X: we were free to ask each other for some head anytime we wanted it and just as free to say "not now, you pervert" with a big grin if anyone wasn't in the mood. But it had to be open, free and always good-natured. Scott stayed in my bed that night and we mostly kept a hand on an arm or leg of each other most of the night, craving the closeness." Scott said that since that watershed night, they had, if anything, even more fun with the girls who came over to party. But they had each other for fun too whenever they needed some relief, especially during exams and times when a short "study break" was all they could afford. "Ty has been known to sometimes show up in my room with a raging boner an hour or so before class starts, and sticks it up against my mouth to wake me up... not that I've ever complained." They both laughed and with the confessions reaching that point of honesty, I asked about the steam room this morning, saying what was up with their semi-hhard-ons in the shower at the gym. Ty and Scott broke into laughter. "So you were checking out our dicks, eh?" Scott joshed. "Hell yeah. You are two good looking dudes, but even if you were short, fat and ugly, those half-hard cocks in the shower would have been hard not to notice." They laughed and then told the whole story about how as soon as I had left the steam room, they had started talking about me, my "nice young ass" as they called it and "the big white boy dick hanging between your legs." Ty started to chub up and slowly jack off, lying on the bench in the steam, showing his big hard-on to Scott. Scott pulled him to his feet and they got under the shower in the steam room together, taking turns dropping to the bench and sucking each other off as the cold water drenched them. The thrill of possibly getting caught pushed them both over the edge pretty quick -- so, yes, they said I nailed it when I noticed their cocks in the shower room a few minutes later. By now, my dick had started to recover, a little at least, and I was getting turned on at the thought of them sucking each other off in that steam room while I was just outside in the showers. "Your turn, Will," said Ty. "Tell us about what you've learned at school." I told them the whole story about Tom and me, relating his amazing pussy stories about what he and Cody had done last summer with Chloe, then telling how it had led first to jacking each other off (with me instigating it) then to sucking each other's cocks, again at my instigation. I also said I was looking at their bodies in the steam room, and then the half-hards they brought to the showers, wondering what it would be like to play with them. "Holy shit, I can't believe I just said that." My buddies just hugged me and said they were glad I felt comfortable enough to say what was on my mind. I knew I was in the company of kindred spirits. It was only a little after 1 am and we were still feeling a lot of warmth and a lot of love. Scott said we'd all get our chance to explore till our hearts, or our cocks', content tonight, if I wanted to, and I said I would be all over that. Ty asked me to take the lead and to "be bold." Scott made sure the outside door was locked and suggested we move into Ty's room with its 52 inch TV, king bed and big mirrors on two walls. We all got naked. Ty had some body oils and we took turns massaging each other everywhere, the feelings of even back and shoulder massage just too amazing to describe. Nobody, it turned out, was a mouth kisser, but we kissed each other's necks, chests and wherever we felt like. We all agreed only the rules were to "go for it" and there was to be neither inhibition nor a reluctance to say "no" if that was what anyone felt. There weren't any "no's" heard. After about a half hour of massaging and fondling, nobody was fully hard, which my buddies told me was expected with such good X. So Scott jumped up and put on some homemade tape showing Ty, Scott and some hot little hippie girl. She had a pierced tongue that she put to great use. They had set the camera on a table next to the bed and this girl was playing to it like she was auditioning for a movie role. As we watched the porn show, Ty narrated and told me how it all came about. The girl was a stunner and her oral skills were indeed film-worthy. I started to get a full blown 7 1/2 inch hard-on, taking in the whole scene. It was amazing, lying on Ty's bed, watching the same two guys who were at that very moment playing with my cock, on the big screen slamming their big dicks into that little girl as she squirmed and slurped with delight. That little girl was filled with cock at both ends the whole time, and loving it. "Look what we have here," Ty called out, waving my big boner at Scott. I felt huge, as hard as I had ever been and it felt good to have my buddies admiring it. "Damn" said Scott, leaning over and, while Ty was holding me at the base, Scotty slowly engulfed my full length, down almost to the balls in his wet mouth. Damn was right. Scott definitely knew what he was doing. Ty's cock got hard as a rock as Scott slowly and sloppily sucked my cock. I motioned for Ty to move up and sit on the arm of the couch where I could suck his cock. I did my best to swallow his big boner to the base, his tufts of blond pubic hair pressing against my upper lip and nose. As Scott worked up and down my dick, I tried to show Ty the same pleasure I was feeling. Scott's own erection was now pointing straight up and I was pleased that sucking my cock had made him so hard. He looked like he was about 8 inches long, with a nice proportionate thickness. Both Ty and I were able to reach it, taking turns jacking him off and paying attention to his balls as well, while Scott intently slurped noisily on my glistening rod. We switched around a few times and everybody sucked everybody, with Scott and Ty at one point lying in front of me, switch sucking my dick and passing it back and forth like a prize. We watched each other in the big strategically placed mirrors and we talked about what we were feeling and tasting. At one point, Scott looked at me and said: "Will, we both got a quick nut in the steam room this afternoon; but you're a youngster who hasn't come in 24 hours, so you're going to be the first to bust. And I want to watch!" The pushed me down on my back and started working on me together, Ty sensuously jacking me off, rubbing his thumb over the wet tip in a move that felt almost too good, and then giving me full length strokes that beat any jacking off I have ever managed. It felt so good. Meanwhile, Scott gave my balls and taint special attention. My legs started shaking and I felt like I was getting close a time or two, only to feel it subside. After a few minutes of intense stimulation and awesome feelings, I motioned for Ty to bring his beautiful cock up to my mouth again and as he did, Scott took over with both hands, milking me while staring into my eyes and grinning. Ty's cock fit perfectly in my mouth and every inch of it felt heavenly as I took him in and out, swirling my tongue around the pronounced ridge of the head, trying to imitate the best blowjob techniques I had ever felt. When I started to taste some sweet pre-cum seeping out of Ty's cock, it started down a path that would lead me over the edge soon. My legs were shaking and I sucked that cock like it was the last one I would ever see. Ty and I were both moaning, me with his big cock in my mouth and him slowly fucking my face while jacking Scott's dick with his hand. Scotty's work on my cock was feeling incredible and I said I was definitely about to come. "This is all so fucking hot I think I'm going to blow too," Scott said. We were building to a crescendo together, moaning and breathing louder and louder until Ty started saying "Oh shit...that's so good...oh fuck!" and then I felt the head of Ty's cock swell and his balls pulled up close to his body. Ty blasted the first gush of his salty cream against the back of my mouth, my first taste of cum ever. That finally pushed me over the edge and I shot a huge load of white-hot cum straight up in the air with a yell. Scott soon started erupting too and we were all yelling like Banshees. I hungrily but gingerly slurped up Ty's load, surprising myself at doing it and how much I liked it, while Scott nursed my still erupting cock against his tongue, milking it gently with one hand, kneading my balls with his other and swallowing what landed on his tongue, saying "Mmmmm." When I finished shooting, Scott gently took my dick in all the way into his mouth and sucked out the last drops, lovingly cleaning me up. I did the same with Ty's beautiful tool, savoring the smell and flavor of his cock and his cum. Ty hadn't tasted cum so far that night, but after we rested up a bit and shared a cold beer, we made sure he tasted us both, a double load of jizz that was a lot easier to get after the dam broke. It was the most amazing night of sex I ever had. I came harder than I could ever remember coming and I learned a lot of new things. In the aftermath, with the first gray light of dawn visible out the window, I told Scotty and Ty more about my buddy Tom, about his toned body and big dick. I wanted to bring him into this fun and they were eager to meet him. The goal for the next week was to find the right approach to get Tom to join the party. Ty said he knew the perfect way to make that happen. The little hippie girl in the homemade porn tape we watched had called him and left a message on his cell phone few days ago. She said she really wanted to get together again. She had mentioned she had a hot friend who liked to party, which would be just the right ratio of guys to girls for what we were all thinking. Tom could relive his experiences with Cody, but with some mind-bending new twists. I was sure he'd like that.