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Opening Z

By: polaris_flight



Played sports my whole life, wrestling scholarship gave me a full ride to college. A month into my freshman year my high school sweetheart dumped me. I screwed any girl I could; worked my way thru the dorms; then got serious about training. I went celibate from the start of Thanksgiving break. Always boned in the morning, instead of jacking off; I threw myself into tough regimes: running, weights, swimming. I started shaving all my body hair after seeing, working out with some of the swim team. I heard about edging from senior wrestlers. I let myself jack off, but never allowed myself to come, edging in the shower longest on Sunday mornings before driving into town to meet my family. I had good friends, joined a frat, made State, went undefeated my freshman year. 

Over spring break I broke training: the first come, jacking off, standing on my bed was epic. I fucked 5 girls in 8 days. Back to school back to training back to edging. By end of the school year I was set to go up a weight class, all lean muscle. For the summer I took a desk job in an isolated archival division at my Father's company. I worked out, I worked, I worked out, I crashed, Rinse. Repeat. Moving back into the Frat in August was a relief from boredom. For a bit.

Grueling study hours and longer workouts made my brain mushy. I struggled to connect with people. My coach told me to slow down; have some fun. He ordered me to take a weekend off from school work and workouts, after I blew my top at an assistant coach over nothing. In the lobby of the locker room, one of the guys I knew from the swim team sat down across from me, dropping his gym bag, he looked away and said, "I saw the whole thing....you're close to cracking up. Coach Mac is right. Some of us guys are going up the mountain to hike. Someone's parents' cabin. Come with us." 

They picked me up Friday at noon and we had a blast. Jay made me laugh more than anyone ever had. The eight of us horsed around, ate really well, I was surprised that no one drank, although no one worked out, no one really broke training either. Jay was the center of everything; he was the kind to start things. I guess he had a reputation as a real wild man, had even been suspended from team for getting caught screwing two girls in the parking lot. When they dropped me off Sunday night, my face hurt from laughing and smiling. Jay grabbed me threw me over his shoulder and spun in a circle. He set me down, took my cell out of my hand and dialed his number, "I live right around the corner. Stop over."

Everyone I saw in the frat house smiled. I was goofy smiling I guess. As I did laundry and checked up on emails a deep tiredness came over me. I slept deep, woke up rock hard and a pool of precum on my belly. I edged for a few minutes and actually had a small shocking orgasm, didn't spew, but lost control a bit, shaking on the bed. I saw Coach Mac after my early run. I hugged him, goofy smiling still. The rest of the week was a breeze. I had needed the rest and fun. I texted a thanks to Jay (and the boys) on Tuesday night. Thursday afternoon while studying I got a text from Jay; he let me know that some of the guys were taking a break for dinner at his apartment. I texted back and walked over from the library. 

He lived in a two bedroom with a buddy who was assigned out of town on a graduate project, so Jay had the place to himself most of the time. Dinner was a blast. After a couple of hours everyone split. I dashed to my place to get my gym bag and hit the gym. As I was heading into the locker room I realized I left my book bag and laptop at Jay's. I texted him; he said to let myself in no matter, he might be out but the key was under the mat. I worked out and in the shower did a quick shave of my whole body; I was half hard the whole time. I admit to strutting thru the locker room butt naked cock swinging. I looked good, in the best shape of my life, cock bare and flopping. That was kinda new for me, usually wrapped a towel in the locker room, but seeing the boys last weekend at the cabin walking around, no cares, naked at times got me to loosen up and strut my stuff. I got dressed and headed to Jay's.

As I walked up the stairs to Jay's door; I heard music thru the window over the door. The door wasn't locked, I opened it. The hallway split the apartment, ending in an alcove that had a window seat. It was dark where I stood but some light was shining from the alcove. Jay was fucking some chick from behind. They were in profile to me. I couldn't see her face, half her body was hidden by the corner of the alcove (I still don't know who she was) as she was standing bent over hands on the window seat. Jay was sweaty, glowing in the light. He turned and looked right at me, a smirk and a thumbs up, then held her shoulder, turning up the pounding he was giving her. 

He flashed me a quick sign to close the door and be still. I was rooted. He looked like a porn star. I slid the door closed, my heart pounding, my cock burst from chubby to hard. He pulled out his cock, teasing her with it. He mimed at me to jack off. I lost my head and popped open my jeans. Jay mouthed "Fuck yeah!" when he saw my cock. I was huge. He kept teasing her, she was moaning for him to fuck her. He slid into her. We all three got into a rhythm together, Jay and I locked eye to eye. He sped up told her, "I'm gonna come. I want to shoot all over; I don't care where it lands!" He pulled out tore off his condom, arched up to his toes and shot all over. He never lost eye contact with me as I had to brace one hand on the wall. I went weak kneed and shot everywhere. I came and came and came. Jay and I had tremors together. He went to his knees and began to eat her out, she started to come too. Jay glanced at me his face glistening from their juices and waved me out the door. I grabbed my bags and stumbled to the landing without making any noise. I was still oozing come, my cock out to the night air. I managed to stuff it back into my jeans. 

I fumbled off to the library for a late study group. My body buzzing, my balls still boiling I noticed every body around me. Boobs and butts, biceps and lips; I somehow managed thru the 90 minute study group, my study mates all seemed to smile and lean into me. I was insane with horny. It was now just 1030, I had planned to study until 1130 and go home. As my study group was breaking up I checked my phone and saw I'd got this text earlier from Jay, "Duuuuuude! Thanks that was awesome. I totally forgot you were stopping by, she was boring me a bit, but that was so hoooot! Are you ok with it?"

Texting from my tiny desk in the library, "yeah, I guess I am ok with it....great way to break training. You're a fucking stud, the two of you were better than porn!"

He replied, "Saaweeet! She's getting outta the shower, gotta go be loving...hang tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

I got thru my homework; I kept glancing at my cell, thinking it beeped a text. By midnight I was done and staggered the few blocks back to the frat house. I barely lay down when my cock leapt to life, twitching and oozing. I edged, the precum flowing to the point where my cock, balls and ass were slick with it and sweat. "Fuck it" I said out loud and began to pound one out on the bed, not caring if one of my frat brothers heard the moans and juicy fist pounding. I was intent on shooting. I wasn't thinking anything, just staring at my cock and flexing abs, glancing in the mirror. My phone beeped a text.

Jay: "what you mean break training?"

I dried one hand to text back, but kept the other working, "I don't have sex, don't come when training, hadn't come since spring break. Thought I was gonna pass out."

Jay: "hot. Not me, I fucking shoot everyday. Came with her, gonna jack again, thinking about your watching that scene earlier."

Me: "LOL. On bed... I jacking right now....can't help it."

My phone rang, he was calling, "Can I tell you what I wish?"

"What?" a tremor ran thru me, my legs went stiff, my balls rose up to meet my shaft and, honestly my ass clenched. 

"I wish she would've let US fuck her!"

"OH GOD. Oh god...."

"Dude you're juicy stroking, I can hear it...you would've had a three-way, am I right?"

Phone to my ear, my head pressed back into my pillow, of their own my legs went wide, heels dug into the mattress, I arched completely off my bed, a grunt pulled from my balls....

"Don't come! Z, don't come!"

"Fffuuuck...." My breath was hard to catch....

"Take your hand off your cock, do it now!"

"OK. Ok"

"Where's you hand?"

"On my balls..."

"Put it behind your head...breathe buddy, don't come, ok?"

"God that's so hard, I wanna shoot it man..."

"Stand up! Get off the bed."

Shaking in my thighs I stood up, phone to ear, "I'm up."

"You got a mirror don't you? Look at your self...."

I was sweaty and heaving. My abs clenched and my thighs shook. My cock stood straight out from my pube. He said, "Lift your phone up over your head, look right into it and send me the pic, I wanna see you full glory like you saw me..."

A blush swelled from my collar bone up my face. I took the pic and texted it to him.....when I looked at the pic myself, I saw a glistening drop of precum threading down off the head of my aching cock. In the minute before he spoke, I pulled a few strokes on it raising quickly to my toes....in the mirror; I looked like a porn star. (I realize at this point I've not described myself or Jay. I am 5'7', at that time 154lbs. My abs were an 8 pack, my shoulders, pecs and biceps were super defined, and my ass and thighs were full and textured with muscle. My cock, due to shaving looked longer than the 8ins I knew it to be. I'd let my hair grow out so it was jet black and just to my shoulders, wavy Greek hair. I shaved everything from my nose to my toes: kept the 5:00 shadow light, chest, pits and arms smooth, abs and thighs tight and hairless were some of my best features; I shaved what little leg hair I had. I kept my bush and balls smooth even when I let other hair grow, off season. My butt cheeks reflected light from my desk lamp. My ass crack, clean shaven that afternoon was slippery with sweat. Jay was almost 6', brown hair and dark skinned. He had a crooked smile that invited playfulness. He was a typical swimmer's build, lean with broad shoulders and deep chest about 175lbs. He too shaved everything. He had a couple of tattoos on his arm, thigh and back. He had low hanging cock and balls, I found out later almost 9 inches.) 

Jay told me over the phone, "gawddam you're a fucking stud!" 

The blush deepened, but my cock stayed hard. "Man I need to come."

"I won't come if you don't come. Let's hold off, man. I haven't edged with a buddy before....what can you do to back off, cool off?"

"Fuck. I usually let myself play for a set time, and then switch to crunches or pushups, sometimes a run." 

"Alright, I'm in. I'll do some crunches. You do what you need, but don't come. Alright?"

"Aw, man...I dunno...."

"Look Z, I'm rock hard and aching to fuck. You are too. I'm not touching my cock right now, just standing here, phone in the dark, talking with a stud. Play along with me."

My balls rolled a bit in protest, but my cock dropped a bit, "Alright. I'm in. We edge together." 

"Fuck yeah. Agreed. We call if we get too close to coming, to talk each other down, k?

"K."

"Z?"

"Yeah?"

"We'll hang out tomorrow. When're you free?"

"My last work out is at 3:30, and then I usually take a long shower and shave fresh for the weekend. I'm done by 5ish."

"Ok, work out. Head over here right after. I'll come in from a run about then."

"Cool, will do..."

"G'nite, Z. Fuck damn this is hawt!"

My cock was still throbbing a little but was down to half hard. "G'nite J."

We hung up. I dropped into lunges and crunches. When the urge to stroke my balls came on full again, I grabbed a towel, not caring and strutted down the hall to the showers. I didn't see anyone, well really no one saw me. I wanted to be seen. I took a cold shower. Blue-ball achiness, that familiar ache, settled in. 

I crashed and woke up to my alarm and was out running before my hard on went down. I ran awkwardly more than half hard the whole time. Once my head cleared up some, the music pouring into my ears, I glanced at my phone to check miles. I remembered the photo, I pulled up the pic. Damn, I couldn't believe I sent that pic. I lost my stride looking at my phone. Grinning I ran smoother. When my hour was up I'd run further than I usually do, but felt alright.

I got naked inside the door of my room, and towel over shoulder swaggered down the hall to the communal showers. Several frat brothers greeted me....I felt on top of the world and really happy to be hot and naked. No one cruised me or anything, but they noticed. As I turned under the hot water, I planned to edge in my room. As I dried off walking back to my room I started to get hard again. One of my good buddies, whose room is just down the hall from me called out, "Stud." I flashed him a smile and stepped into my room, leaving the door open a little. 

I glanced at the clock and said, "Edging for 4 minutes, no more." I stood in the mirror and slow pulled my cock and balls. I could hear guys moving just outside my door, but didn't care. 2 minutes, 3 minutes; I was fully involved: legs wide, both hands held still as I fucked them with thrusts of my hips. My biceps and pecs were getting pumped from the effort. 4 minutes: I kept fucking my fists. The blue-ball ache didn't let up. I was still warm from running and a trickle of sweat went down my back, into my ass crack, making it slick back in there....6 minutes. Someone was coming to my door (I'm at the end of the hall). I turned my back at the last minute, digging into my dresser, my ass pointed at the door. 

The buddy (Carl) who'd called me a stud in the hallway was at my door. I saw him in the small mirror over my dresser. I didn't rush to find boxers, wanting to show off some more. I stopped looking for boxers, put on deo, put product in my hair, dried my hands off, anything to show off more. As I stood there I shifted from foot to foot, my ass sliding on sweat... He was talking about frat house business; I wasn't listening, I felt too good being looked at. I found the boxer briefs I wanted to wear and bending over full showing my ass I put them on. 

When I turned around my boner angled sideways almost to the waist band. He never stopped talking; leaning in the doorway arms folded, and never stopped looking at me right in the eye. My jeans were in the closet right next to where he stood. I took the few paces to open the closet. He kept his cool and actually adjusted his own package. I pulled the jeans over my ass and stuffed my cock in too. I groped myself openly as I did up the buttons. As I slid into a T-shirt and socks, I asked, "Carl, can you go over this with me later? I'm kinda outta my head right now." 

He chuckled, "yeah, no problem. No rush on any of it, next week's cool, I'm outta town until Tuesday."

"Great, thanks." I reached for a sweater and as I pulled it down was sure I caught him staring right at my crotch. "Man I love taking a run first thing..."

"I'll tell ya something Z, you're looking happier than I've seen you. And all pumped and cut....great work man." He didn't move out of the doorway as I got ready to leave.

I looked up at him, "Thanks man, doin' the work..."

"It shows. You're more open, more warm than ever. Not to come down on ya, but you're not always too friendly, but the last week or so, whatever you're doing is showing...."

"Coach came down on me, you don't have to....I went and had fun, blew off some steam. It hit me that I'm not under my parent's disapproval microscope anymore. I kinda realized I like being noticed. I think that's why I love competing so much....I like being 'on' so fuck it...I'm 'on' where and when I get props..." I hadn't thought this out but it was true. We were standing a pace apart leaning on the wall at my door. He reached over and messed up my hair; I laughed and batted his hand away. He didn't move outta the way so I full pressed against him, yup rubbed my cock against his hip, and slid out the door. 

As I was walking away down the hall I felt his eyes on me. At the stairs I looked back, he was almost to his room and had his eyes on my ass. I flushed from the chest up. We flash smiled each other and I took the stairs in a rush. The rest of the day it was like I was vibrating and people felt the hum. On impulse at lunch I texted J, "I can't believe I sent that pic!"

"Duuuude. Glad you did, it's only fair after what you got to see... "

"True that!"

"Team meeting, gotta ditch phone. Later"

"Sure"

I had study time before lecture. I got absorbed into the lecture notes online and the textbook. On the walk to class I had the feeling of being noticed, my cock and balls bounced and jiggled, swelling slightly as I responded to being noticed, I felt a rush. It was almost like my whole body was a half hard cock and each look I got was a little touch. Damn it felt good. In lecture I sat behind a boyfriend and girlfriend who played with each other the whole class. When the prof called a break, they leaned and kissed; I saw their faces: she was hot! He grinned that look that a guy gets when he knows he's gonna get some. I leaned back to stretch and saw I had a text from J, "take a quick shower throw on sweats, come over right away, by 4:30. I may have a girl we can do." 

"Seriously? Tonight?"

"Long story. Be at my place at 4:30, be ready for anything. In class gotta go. Be there."

The prof recalled class. The couple sat down. He'd taken his cap off for a minute; he was good-looking too. It washed over me: I'd fuck them. I don't just mean I'd fuck her with him. I'd fuck them. I'd had awkward wrestling boners more than a few times even intentionally humped a wrestling buddy in practice a couple times; creamed my jock more than once, knew I'd noticed hot guys before, knew I'd had sweaty jack offs with teen buddies, but that was all kinda accidental, without thought. This thought was clear and calm: I'd fuck them. I grinned kinda sideways. So what? 

During the rest of the lecture, I watched them. I sat forward and under my desk got fully hard in my jeans. I felt warmth where I was oozing precum on my hip. No one else seemed to see them or care. The prof was verbatim reciting his outline so I was cool not paying attention. I let my fantasies run wild. Too soon they jumped up at the end of class and left the hall. I laughed at my boner and covered it with textbooks like an eighth-grader. I strolled over to the gym to weight training. The trainer actually had to ask me to chill out; I was ripping thru my sets. The hour flew by.

I no more than got wet, soapy, and rinsed in a heartbeat. At my locker as I dried off I recalled that pic again. Still naked I pulled it up. Damn. The mirrors by the sinks in the locker room showed me from where I was standing, head and shoulders. For no reason I walked over to the sinks to fuss with my hair. The glances were like strokes on my balls. By the time I got back to my locker I was ¾ hard. I loved it. The blue ball ache spread back, strange but kinda back, up in my ass. It felt great too after I stretched both arms over head and bent over forward showing my ass balls and cock to a guy next to the sinks. When I stood and looked his way, he nodded, kinda like, "what's up?" We were cool.

I stood and skipping my boxers, pulled on sweats, I was going commando. I left my shirt off, knew I was acting cocky, like a prick. But fuck yeah, I was a cock. It was cool outside but that felt good too. My nipples popped hard, my balls shrunk, but I was swinging in my sweats. More than one person looked down and away at it. I felt that rush again. When I put one hand in my pocket, backpack slung over my shoulder, I was able to nudge my sweats just a touch lower....felt cool air on my pube, on the top of butt cheeks. I walked like that, just teasing the world.

Opening Z Ch. 02



I stood at J's door. I knocked, heard him move inside. The door opened and his head popped around the edge, "C'mon in, man."

 I stood in the hall watched him walk away. He was wearing only a pair of red soccer shorts, the waist was rolled down a couple of turns so that the tops of his ass cheeks were rising and falling in plain sight. I followed him into the living room, not knowing what to expect. His laptop was open on the table before the couch. He turned and looked right into me. "She'll be online soon, we're skyping to introduce you two. You look good, commando!"

 I laughed as I set my bag down. "Where is she?"

 "Minneapolis. She's a flight attendant trainer; she'll here in town in a week or so. Those sweats are great...." He raised his arms away from his sides, "got anything like this with you? We gotta sell the whole package!"

 I had my running shorts which unlike his soccer shorts had a lining. With the waist rolled down to the point where the base of his dick was just visible and with the thinness of the shorts his cock and balls were perfectly supported and outlined. The shorts were snug enough to show off his powerful thighs too. I held up my running shorts by their lining. "I got these...but..."

 He held out his hand, "are you really attached to these?"

 "No I've got several others like them."

 J got a pair of scissors and snipped out the lining. I pulled my sweats down. I'd warmed up coming inside, my balls swung and my cock began to fill beat by beat. I pulled the shorts on. J stepped over, just as his laptop pinged. He turned down the waist on my shorts too, and turned my shoulder to where we both were facing a mirror in the hall. Yup two cocks on show! The laptop pinged again. We scrambled to sit down on the couch in front of it. J slumped back on the couch, I did so too. After a second a beautiful face smiled up at us, "hey J. Is this your boy, Z?" Her voice was low and slick. I got a chill, a premonition like heading up a roller coaster.

"Yup, Jess this is Z, Zach. Z this is Jess." 

 "Hey, nice to meet you." She was just a head, smiling, hot, but seemed cramped. "Where are you?"

 "Great to see you finally, J has been teasing me about a photo you sent him. He wouldn't show me without your permission. I'm in the employee's lounge in Minneapolis. I load up in 10 minutes. J you were right...he has an 8 pack, doesn't he?"

 I laughed and rubbed my hand down from my pecs to my pube counting the pairs of abs. "J's been telling you about me?"

 J waved and put his hand on the back of the couch over my head, "We've got less than ten minutes. Jess are you with me, do you think Z is hot too?"

 Jess grinned in a way that sent another thrill down my spine, "J we always play direct. Z, can you play direct?"

 J turned and held my eye, "I'm not sure what all that means but I think you're hot and am willing to explore with you....and J."

 "J, yes I think he's hot, I'm feeling it sitting here right now, damn you. I'm getting the signal to leave. J you have my permission to show off our collection. Z, please send me this damn pic that J has been going on about all day. Also, Z, learn about us from J. we'll have a much better time if you trust him....damn I have to sign off now!" the screen went blank.

 I was dazed, like I'd just got off the roller coaster. J chuckled to himself, "I thought we'd have more time today...maybe show her more of the goods!" He patted my abs playfully. "Well, you heard the lady; can I send her your pic?"

 Not sure what I was getting myself into, and not really caring, "yeah, for the lady's curiosity, send her the copy I sent you." 

 He grabbed his phone and opened the pic. Seeing my flushed face, sweaty abs and hard cock on his phone was exciting. He sent the text, "My boy Z!" He then said, "And for fairness sakes, here's hers!" He then tapped a few keys on the laptop, and Jess' photo came up: lying on her back, one arm raised, legs partly spread; she was a goddess. 

 "Daaamn." was all I could say. I sat and stared taking it all in. J's phone beeped a text from Jess, "YESSSS!!"

 J sent a winking emoticon which bounced back as she had turned off her phone probably to board the plane. 

 I was suddenly aware that I was sitting on a couch, cock almost exposed, next to a stud in the same position, thinking about, planning a three way! The rush I'd felt at times today rolled over me, head to toe, toes to nose. There was noise at the door, someone came in. J said, "We're cool as is, stay in this moment."

 Two of the guys from swim team who were at dinner last night rolled in. My instinctual look took them in: both were free-balling in sweats and T-shirts. Neither batted an eye at the two of us sprawled slutty on the couch. They draped themselves in comfy positions in two chairs and we chatted about dinner. We decided on Chinese takeout. I felt a couple of times like I was naked; loved just being chill with the guys. 

 The food came after a long wait, when J sat forward to get his share, his shorts slipped further down his thighs, before he sat back I got a full view of him bare ass from behind. When he sat back the length of his cock was outside his shorts. Caleb jokingly picked at it with his chopsticks. J tugged his shorts back over it but not before giving it a couple of pulls. I got up to get one of the drinks and my shorts slipped below my cock and balls. I stood there just sipping soda, no one minding that I was flashing them. When I sat back down, J murmured around a mouth full of rice, "Nice show, buddy!"

 Dustin and Caleb were eating fast. Dustin leaned back and burped, "I hate coach's new schedule. We've got to mind the freshmen in the dorm until 11 tonight." He reached into his sweats and scratched his balls, taking a long time at it. "So we should get going." Caleb got up walked to the bathroom, pissed leaving the door wide open, he came out with his cock still in hand, "What're you two up, J?" 

  J was lying back on the couch legs wide, his whole package barely contained in his shorts. His arms were thrown over his head, "I dunno. Z and I haven't talked about it; he got here just before you two clowns." 

 Dustin stood and dropped some cash for dinner on the table, "If ya get bored come over to the dorms. We'll be in the 5th floor lobby..." Caleb piped up, "Playing Skyrim and not harassing freshmen." He frowned.

 J laughed, "We just might do that. And as your team co-captain, I need to remind you: don't harass the freshmen!" I guess they were telling an inside joke, because they all chuckled. J stood up, his ass and thighs flexing. He grabbed them both around the neck. They both folded against him. Caleb's hand rested just above then squeezed J's butt cheek for a sec. I stood up too, wanting in on the attention. I gripped Dustin's bicep and we pulled into a half hug. Caleb stumbled a bit and we were full body pressed in a hug, my cock flopped out onto his thigh, he looked down and smiled the same sideways smirk that J has. They left. J was picking up to go boxes and wrappers. I helped. 

 "What do you want to do tonight?" J said from behind his laptop as he put on music. 

  "Haven't thought about it, so far you've been the boss." As soon as I said it I knew what had been moving me all day: I had opened to not being in control of my time, not being in control of my self since I stayed and watched them fuck last night and edging on the phone. I said that too.

 J said, "OK. You said you normally shave on Fridays and missed earlier to meet Jess, right?"

 "Yeah. It's only been a day but I wasn't too thorough a couple of times this week. I did a half assed job full body shave yesterday in the locker room but usually don't do the details there." I ran my hand over my chest, stubble. My pits needed work too. I felt the blue ball ache in my ass again. 

 J pushed down his shorts, "lets shower and shave." He turned without looking and went into the bathroom. 

 I followed him my shorts still on. He leaned into the shower turned on the spray. He got cream and razors from the cupboard and got in the shower. "Get in here."

 I blushed again; my eyes took in his back and amazing ass. I took off my shorts and stepped into the shower. 

J said, "Here's everything you need. Shave your self silly. Take your time, there's no rush." He then took a tube of shave cream and smeared one of his arms, paying close attention to every pass of the razor. I followed suit. We didn't talk for a time. When he got to his abs and pubes, my cock woke up. By the time he had lathered his pubes and balls I was rock hard, "happens every time I shave," I giggled. 

 J said, "No worries, we're cool, just stay in the moment." As he passed the razor under his balls he got hard. I realized how huge his cock was at that point. I finished, rinsed and touched up my thighs. J was taking extra time on his. More than once he was just jacking his cock. I lathered my lower back; I have a small patch above my tailbone. 

 J asked, "Let me do that?" my back was already to him so I just nodded. He spread the lather a bit better and in a few swipes had the stubble gone. He rinsed my back. 

 The only thing left on our bodies was our cheeks and asses. J squeezed lather into his hand, "Answer honestly: do you want me to finish the job?"

 I looked over my shoulder at him. I was thrumming from inside out. "Yeah, but can I do yours first?"

 He looked surprised, "Sure. Ha, keep me on my toes, I like that!"

 I took the lather off his hand and he turned his back to me putting one foot up on the edge of the tub. I carefully spread lather on both his cheeks; felt a few stubbly spots there. I leaned over a tad to swipe the razor around the curve of his glutes. There wasn't much stubble on his cheeks. I rinsed him off, running both hands over his glutes; he was turned back looking over his shoulder at me. He lifted his leg higher on the edge of the tub and arched his ass out. My balls were full and my cock was pulsing slightly. I knelt down and put lather behind his balls and right onto his ass. There were a few hairs and stubble under my thumb. J slid one hand under his balls and lifted them for me. I did a couple of passes behind his balls. He took his cock in his other hand and rotated the head under his thumb. His thighs went firm. I gently scraped his ass free of the few hairs. As I rinsed him and felt him closely, a grunt from J punctuated each smooth pass I made running from his balls to his ass. He turned around and said, "Check the rest of me for stubble." His cock swung right in front of my face as I knelt in the shower. 

  I ran my hands over his legs, thighs and butt, no hair. I did his chest and pits, he needed a razor pass on his right arm pit. I ran my hands down his pecs and abs. Standing toe to toe, our cocks bumping our bodies; I checked his pubes and balls again. There were a couple of stubbly spots on the base of his cock. I lathered him up and got them. As I rinsed him I kept stroking his cock; he took mine in hand and for a couple minutes we just jacked each other. He said, "Your turn," when my breathing got jumpy. He turned me around and I lifted my leg onto the tub's rim. 

He knelt like I had and applied lather to behind my balls. When he passed over my ass with his fingers, my whole body flexed, arched, like a cat. Wide eyed I looked over my shoulder at him. His sideways smile and wink settled me down. As he shaved behind my balls the weighty ache of blue balls got hot and heavy to where it felt my knees were gonna give out. His thumb did a couple of circles around my hole. I grunted and lost my breath. He did a couple of quick swipes and rinsed me clean. He kept running his hands over my lower back, cheeks and ass. He reached under me and pulled my cock and balls faster and faster. I got lost. When his thumb zeroed in on my hole and did those little circles, I jerked on my toes. He stopped.

 I turned around ready for anything, ready to shoot. I caught his smile. He grabbed me into a bear hug and for a long moment just held me still. I tried to hump against him; he shushed me in my ear. His cock was almost on my chest, mine was pressed against his thigh, bumping up to his belly button. I caught my breath. I don't remember him turning off the water, but started to shiver a bit. We dried off. I was almost bow legged with ache in my balls and ass. He led us into his bedroom. 

 To my surprise we lay and talked for almost two hours, not touching ourselves or each other. In that time he asked me to detail all my sexual experience; he did the same. He also explained how he makes agreements about sex. How he is 100% bisexual. He told me how he and Jess and D play together and what I could expect. I told him I liked him being in control and would live up to any agreements we made. At the end he kissed me for he first time. Just a kiss but it was real and meant something.

 I was deeply relaxed. It was just about 8:30. J got up to piss. When he came back he said, "Lay back," and reached for a bottle of almond oil, "it's important to moisturize!" His silly grin and fake TV announcer voice cracked me up. He gently rubbed oil into my chest and abs, then my legs and arms. "Flip over." He deeply massaged my shoulders and back. The best part is when he got to my glutes he didn't hesitate but openly included my ass and balls. I got hard quickly and was squirming under his hands. He was kneeling between my legs. He put both of his hands up under my thighs and lifted my ass into the air. I blushed; it seemed to travel up my face then over and down my back to add to the heat in my groin. He pulled my cock back and with extra oil covered every inch of my pubes, cock, balls and hole. He stroked me; he brought me hard up to the edge of coming again. With a laugh he lay back on his bed and said, "Now do me."

 He was leaning back on his elbows, legs spread bent at the knees. His cock lay straight up to his navel. I lightly oiled his chest, shoulders and arms. Got his thighs and calves where he sat. He stretched forward onto his belly. As I moved between his spread legs, I saw the top of his cock pointing out from under his right hip. I retuned the favor and actually gave him a shoulder and back massage. My cock bumped and rubbed against his thighs and butt cheeks a lot. I left a warm trail of precum on his thigh when I reached over for more oil. 

 J drew his knees up and wide so his ass was up, his cock hard and swinging free under him. "Play with me dude," was all he said. I got his cock in one hand and his balls in the other, found a rhythm of tugging his cock and rolling his balls. I put my thumb on his hole and he looked me in the eye, I made the little circles like he did on mine. He moaned and bit his lip.

 J flipped over, resting on his elbows, I was sitting on my knees cock dripping on the sheets. He moved so I was right between his legs. He sat forward, holding my chin in one hand he said, "I want you to make me come. Then I'll make you come, ok? Hands only and do what I say. I'll take your directions when it's your turn. You gotta tell me though what you want, alright?" 

 I nodded and said, "Alright. What do you want me to do for you?"

 "Jack me like you were, two hands, roll my balls like that, thumb my ass a little....for now...."

  I poured a good drop of oil on my hands and stroked down his cock with both hands, got his balls up in my left hand and slipped my thumb in circles on his hole. His deep sigh told me I'd started off good. After a couple of minutes he took my chin again, "Look at me, see me getting pleasure. Don't go away," that made my guts shake a bit. It sounded scary. But he held my eye and I could see him smile and his eyes take me in. I held his look the rest of the time. He started to hip thrust into my right fist, grunting a bit whenever my palm slid over the head of his cock. He rose up from his elbows to his hands curled his feet under him knees bent, his biceps flexed and swelled with the effort of hip fucking my fist.

  He dropped some more oil on my left hand, "Let you finger slide in my ass a little, just the tip..." that quirky smile again. I shifted my grip on his balls and my middle finger easily found itself just inside his ass. His voice dropped deeper in his next moan. He began to fuck my fist with his cock and ride my finger tip. The whole time I felt his gaze holding me close. We started to sweat a little. J was making noise, grunt and moan, thrusting brought gasping breaths. My arm was getting a work out. He pushed down deeper on my finger. I felt a hot hard spot in there, "oh yeah, there it is..." J's gasp got deeper still, "more lube in there, spit on your fingers." I dropped a wet spit on my middle finger. On three deep fuck thrusts, three deep 'uhs' from J's chest then, "two finger tips, now!" I let another finger angle in to his hot hole. "Curl your tips up a bit...yesss!" He seemed to stop breathing and flew into a rapid up and down. "You're gonna make me come....ffuuuuccckkk!" He growled and came.

 Looking him in the eye I saw it all: the rolling clench of muscles that led to the first huge come shot that landed on his left cheek and collar bones, the second big one that flew past my ear and landed with a hot splat on my right shoulder blade. The third, fourth and fifth that covered my right pec, forearm and thigh, and his left thigh. He kept thrusting fuck my fist and riding my fingers. A long hard clench and he pushed my hand off his cock; my fingers felt heat surrounding them in his hole. He grabbed me by the back of the neck and hot and sloppy kissed me. He was shaking and flexing in after throes.

 He swept up the oil in one hand and keeping a hold of the back of my neck foreheads touching grinned, "I'm sooo gonna make you come, Z!!"

 He pushed me pack onto my elbows. He poured oil all over my abs so it dripped down, "You gotta tell me what you want."

 "Make me come, dude. I'm close right now. Grab my cock; let me fuck your grip...." As soon as he did a thick stream of precum covered the back of his hand. He wiped it onto his other fingers swirling this on my hole, the slickest I ever felt there. I'd never asked for this, I'd played with my own ass a bit, it felt good, but I didn't know what I was doing. I asked: "please make me come just like I did you, fist my cock, and finger my ass." My ears burned and for a sec I closed my eyes, but opened them right away. I looked at him. The challenge in his eyes drove me to try and open my gaze like he had. I must have succeeded because he leaned over touched foreheads and said, "There you are buddy."

  I was thrusting up into his fist, sweat was dripping down my back off my hair and I pushed myself up off my elbows into a better fuck thrust position. His finger found the hard button in my ass. Another thick precum oozed onto his hand, which he worked back into the head of my cock. I became a growler. I could feel his second finger touching my hole on the down push, "two fingers... please. I want this..." He was inside of me. He was radiating heat between my legs; his cock hadn't gone soft. I rode faster and faster. 

 J said, "Make noise, come for me, make a show, like everyone you're hot for, like everyone who's noticed you, is watching you right now...come for me stud...."

 I came. Everywhere. I mean everywhere. We both had some in our hair. J slid up my body his fingers still in my ass which twitched and felt hotter than ever. He lay on top of me; I spasmed under him again and again. When his finger came out; I came again a little, and leaned up and drew him into a kiss that we explored while he began to rock on top of me, drawing out the aftershocks.

  Finally we were both still. He grabbed a towel from his nightstand and mopped us up. "I want you to stay the night, ok?" It wasn't too late but I was ready to do nothing. 




Opening Z Ch. 02



"I want to be right here."

  J turned out the light, "Do you need an alarm, to be up anytime?"

 "Naw, Saturday's I run and workout whenever I get to it. I usually wake early though...."

 "No worries, bud, just sleep, ok?"

  "J?"

  "Yeah?"

  "That was the best, you're amazing. I just wanted to say that. Thanks man. "

  He kissed me again, "you're pretty amazing yourself. I haven't been that hot for a guy in a long time, stud, that's the power of your sexy..."

  The covers flew over me from his side of the bed. A comfortable cuddly silence and we were asleep.

  It was still dark but his phone beeped. The clock said 11:21. The brightness of the text screen was too much for me, I pulled sheets over my head. J snorted, then, "Z, look. It's Jess." I squinted at the pic and text. Jess was naked in an arm over head pose like mine in a steamy bathroom mirror, the text said, "Calgary is fucking freezing. It's only hot in here. Z spent the night didn't he?" I was now awake enough to feel J's hard on and mine spearing our bellies. I laughed and pushed back the sheets, "send her this pic!" The flash was awful...our cocks and silly smiles were epic. Jess sent back, "Bastards!"

 J turned off the phone with a laugh, "You need anything?"

 "Naw."

 "Cool."

 "J?"

  "Hmm?"

  "Let's come together like this."

  "Thought you'd never ask..."

 We humped each other, my precum, and then our sweat making lubed bellies. The come shots hit under our chins. We didn't bother wiping up. 

(Saturday)

 I slept until almost nine. My bladder and morning boner woke me. I untangled from J and the sheets, headed to the john. J was right behind me mumbling, "G'mornin, Z."

 "Mornin," I tried to piss around my hard-on but no luck, "damn I gotta pee!" J had turned on the shower and stepped in.

 "Get in here, buddy." I stepped in too. The warm water relaxed me a bit and I pissed into the drain. J laughed and did too. We lathered up real quick and got out. As we were drying off I couldn't look at him. Seeing my shorts on the floor, my sweats and shoes were I'd dropped them, the deep experiences last night left me awkward. J stepped to the fridge and swigged juice, handing me the bottle. I dried my hair, still not looking at him. I didn't know what to do with my hands, my self. 

  J sat on a bar stool, legs parted, "C'mere, man." He tugged on my bicep. 

  I stepped into his legs and he wrapped his hands on the small of my back, our cocks smashed together.

 "Look at me Z." I tore my eyes off the floor next to him. "Take a minute. Tell me what you need."

 "I'm just really unsure of myself, of everything....I mean yesterday was awesome....but I don't know how to describe it, how to tell myself about it..."

  J's eyes lit up and he smiled that smile that included me in it, "Z. You are more awesome than you know. That was so fucking right-on honest!" He pulled me tighter into a full hug. My heart slowed its racing a bit.

 "Here's what I say to the voice in my head: Z and I are new friends. New friends who had sex and slept over. Where it goes from here is up to me and you."

 I put my hands on his shoulders....."New friends who had fucking amazing sex!"

 "Amazing sex!!" I felt we were seeing each other again. He laughed deep in his belly.

 "I've only really seen a partner like that a couple of times for short moments....that's something different, special isn't it?" I was nervous asking.

  "Hell yeah, it's special. I try and make all sex special, hell all friends special, something like this."

 I exhaled. It made sense, it fit inside of me. His stomach growled. At ease again we ate eggs and fruit. He made some kinda awesome tea. I got buzzed; I never drink caffeine. He told me he had a volunteer gig in the afternoon and wanted to swim before and would be out from noon until 5. He wanted me to come over tonight too. I said I did too. We threw on sweats and walked over to the gym, he to the pool, me to go running. I didn't see him when I got back to rinse off. I wanted to get a weights workout in today but the only shorts I had were the ones J had taken the lining out of, I shrugged it off and free-balled thru an tough workout. No one was really around the locker room. I pulled just my sweats and T-shirt on and went home.



Opening Z Ch. 03



I heard a lot of the guys in the grand room watching pre-game. I saw no one on my way to my room. When I sat down on my bed and exhaled....that flush of awareness bounced thru me, got my balls roiling again. 

"Fuck yeah," I said to my reflection. I stripped and with one thought went to the showers: I wanted to show off...I stood in the shower toying, for a long five minutes; finally someone was coming down the hall. I turned my back my hard-on wouldn't be immediately seen. Dale, one of the oldest frat brothers called out, "Hey Z! Out all night?" 

"You know it!" I called back; I washed one butt cheek and stroked my cock with my other hand and looked back at Dale at the urinal. "Reliving it right now!!!" 

"I see you are... (his eyes went to my hard-on) I'll leave you two alone." He pissed looking over his shoulder a couple of times in spite of what he'd just said. I turned to fully show my hard cock, I didn't hesitate to get into stroking my whole body staring down at my hands the whole time. Dale walked out, "Lucky, whoever they were!"

That's exactly what I wanted. I played a little longer, but didn't want to come, so I strolled back to my room, fully hard. I stopped at the stairs and looked down, no one was moving. In my room I chose old track pants and a skin tight running T that didn't quite come down to my waist. My pube was visible every time I moved, my cock clearly outlined. I was vibrating again. In the grand room I pretended to watch the game, when really I was looking to see who was looking. Dale sat opposite me and was the main one looking. 

Dale was a former baseball player; an injury ended his career, he was still fit and lean. The game was close and tense at times. Just before half time Dale got up and got sodas for people. He stood behind me where I sat on the couch. When I looked up he smiled and winked. After a minute he reached down and rubbed my neck and shoulders. It felt great. Half-time was minutes away, on a commercial break he said, "I'm jealous of you guys still on a team. You get body work whenever you need. I can't afford a massage therapist these days. I miss it, man." 

"If you keep that up, I'll give you one sometime. My ex-girlfriend was a chiro's assistant and taught me the tricks of the trade." I felt every rub on my shoulders down into my balls. He kept up the rubbing; I started chubbing. When his hands roamed down to my pecs, I moaned under my breath which I'm sure he felt thru his hands. Half-time came and everyone jumped up. 

"I'll take you up on the massage any time you got the time..." Dale patted my left pec. 

"How 'bout now? Half-time?" I hadn't moved, was looking at him upside down from the couch. 

He blinked and nodded. I jumped up and headed to the stairs, "Your room?" He was walking with me. He nodded again.

His room was the floor below mine; we closed the door, but no one was around as most guys watching the game were in the kitchen. I sat on the edge of his bed as he lay on his stomach. As I rubbed his shoulders, "What in your body is bothering you?"

"Mmmm, my lower back is sore from sitting all day in class." His voice was muffled in his crossed arms and pillow. I lifted his sweat shirt and he pulled it over his head. For the next fifteen minutes I gave him a real massage, pulling, isolating muscle groups and pushing down his spine to his hips. "Wow that's amazing; you really do know what you're doing!"

"Yeah, I like seeing a body relax, my gal got me hooked on massage. I thought about getting licensed." I let my hands curve around the sides of his hips to where is pube hairs tickled my fingers, he didn't move away. On the next down stroke I slid my hands a little under his waist band, exposing more of his lower back and the tops of his butt cheeks. I repeated that move a couple more times until I included most of his bare glutes in the wide strokes up and down his back. I was more than half hard and shaking in my belly a bit. I gave a few deep pushes to his glutes, kinda humping his mattress by my down thrusts. I let my hands linger under the front of his hips a few times too. "There ya go, dude. How was that?" I patted his bared ass. 

"Uhuh....great. Thanks. I feel better, looser already."

"Great. Anytime you want another want more work, just ask, k?" He hadn't pulled up his sweats and boxers and rolled onto his side. His natural line of hair and pubes was inches from my hip. The heat was bouncing between us; his heavy cock flopped when he rolled onto his side.

"Yeah. I will, maybe some evening after a long day at the desk."

"Sure, anytime, man," I stood up which made my half hard immediately visible. "Gotta piss, man." I turned and walked out. I glanced back and he had his hand in his boxer, giving himself an adjusting tug. 

I pissed and checked my laundry, changed it over. 

Some yelled from the grand room, "Game on!"

I wanted a couch seat so I dashed. I got my same seat. Dale wasn't there yet, but came in the room a minute later. His face was flushed and he had on a different shirt. He winked again and did a sly mime of jacking off. I grinned back, nodded and gave him a high five as he flopped next to me. It got me hot that he jacked off after that quick back rub. 

We sat next to each other on the couch and at times during tense game moments he grabbed me or draped over me, once even draped over after a heartbreaking play and copped a long feel of my cock shaft. I wanted just that: sly attention. The game droned on for most of the next quarter and a half. I got a text from J, saw he attached a pic. Dale's ankle was crossed over mine on the floor, he was that close. 

I opened the text J said, "Tonight buddy! But forgot dinner with Mom. We'll hang at 7:30. My place. Go strutting around, go be a stud!" I opened the pic; it was the one of our boners and silly smiles from this morning. Dale didn't see it. I know I turned red. I shifted my leg so Dale and I were connected thigh to thigh. On a sudden interception against us, Dale grabbed me from behind, pressed his face into my shoulder blades, saying, "Noooo! I can't look!" Everyone was moaning and bitching, hiding behind their hands or pillows. We were spooned now. I was little spoon. 

The other team set up two quick plays, they were positioned to score. No one noticed or cared to notice Dale was hanging on to my back. He cock was hot in the small of my back; his heavy biceps squeezed and flexed one under my pecs and the other across my belly. When the other team scored with less than two minutes to go, I knew it was over. A couple of guys got up and left. Dale sat back and I rolled on to my back next to him, still lying thigh to thigh. We lost the game on a whimper. Guys filed out, most were heading out to get drunk and eat fried food at the nearby Appleby's. I wouldn't break training for either beer or cheesy fries. 

Dale rolled over on top of me as we were suddenly alone. He said nothing but ground his cock against me for a long moment, laughed it off then got up. From the door he said, "Can I buy you a beer?"

I put both my hands down my track pants, looked at him upside down from the couch, "Naw, thanks though. Can't break training." I patted my abs and pube. Guys were calling out from the open front door. Dale waved at them, but stared at me for an eyeful of me rolling my balls in my hands inside my pants. They called again, he said, "Later, another time?" 

I stood up and brushed his bulge as I walked by him, "Yeah..." 

I thought, that counts as strutting around! I texted J, "Bored?"

J: "YUP"

Sitting on the main stairs, "Want me to tell you about me day so far? I think I've done what you told me..."

J: "Hell yeah!"

I told him about showing off for Dale in the shower, rubbing Dale, him jacking off after, the spooning, the humping, and what I thought of as an offer to get drunk and mess around. 

J: "Zoinks! Go get 'em tiger!"

"I've three hours to kill....."

J: "You just made working for the church ladies sooo much better....go get yer stud on, I gotta get back, text more...."

"Roger that! See ya later."

The house was pretty quiet. I could hear two guys debating economics in the study...I went up a flight of stairs, stopped at the landing of the second floor. No noise. Up to the third floor, no noise. I didn't bother with the floors of the back wing of the house. Fourth floor and I saw Dale's door was open. No noise, so I peeped in. Sure enough the shirt he'd been wearing was dropped on the floor; from the doorway, I could see what I knew to be come stains on it. His was the only door open, so I pulled it mostly closed. Up on the fifth floor only the drier was running and the radiator was gurgling. I looked back down the stairs. 

On impulse kicked off my clothes and stroking myself slow walked down all the way to the lobby landing then back up the stairs. The thought of getting caught sent a thrill that made my hairs stand up. I stood against the wall by my door, the whole hallway empty in front of me. Edging time!! I tossed my clothes into my room and snagged a drop of lube. In only my black short socks I jacked.....I sat on the carpet, my ass flexing up and down. I squatted against the wall too; my balls heavy and swinging under my ass which kind opened and closed as I rode the waves of my hot session. 

There was a window that looked out on to the side street. In a flash I was standing in the sill, the cold glass a shock on my cock. The dribble of precum made a smear as I humped the glass. It was too cold on the glass. I hopped down. 

In the middle of the hallway I stood legs as wide as I could stand and fucked my fists. Moans became uncontrollable, I stopped myself from coming by throwing my hands straight up like a winner and tossed my head back and just standing there clenching my whole body. I squeezed my ass tight and looked down as I felt a gob of pre-come boil up from my balls and stretch my piss slit wide. The gob fell to the carpet. I left it there. 

I shook off the urge to jack more. The gob on the floor and the smear on the window felt like trophies. I saw my phone half outta the pocket of my track pants. I snatched it up, jumped back into the window sill and took a pic mostly from behind, but side view too, my cock pressed against the window. With the words, "edging time in the hall," I sent it to J, who didn't respond. Only 20 minutes had passed. 

Not knowing what to do to keep from jacking more and still pretty sore from working out earlier, grabbed a towel for a cold shower. It backed me off the edge. Still no one around and no response from J. In my room when I bent to pick up my clothes off the floor, I spied my yoga mat under my bed. I glanced at the clock, if there was a 5:00 session I could just make it in time. The schedule was on my desk, there was a class. Yes! 

My ex had been a dancer and like a good boyfriend I took yoga with her, actually liking it as an addition to training. She'd bought me a great pair of yoga shorts: they hung low on my hips, showed off my body really well. I'd always worn briefs under them at her telling me to, but today I tugged them over my bare balls and ass, put on a sweater, grabbed mat and towel. I stopped in the kitchen to mix a juice for dinner and made it to the studio with minutes to spare. I scanned for open spots: one right up front and then saw Brett, one of my wrestling teammates in the back corner. He smiled and started to say something when the teacher came in the room. 

I flipped my mat next to his; there would be a space for one more person on the other side of me. Brett looked just past me and his girl, Quinn came in the room, said hey under her breath and took the spot next to me. I was between them. I'd always had a crush on her, she'd avoided my passes freshman year and they had been steady since. 

We settled into the rhythm of the session right away. I got hot right away and took off my sweater, naked to the pube and ass crack now. After a few minutes Quinn took off her long sleeve, she was wearing a sports bra. Brett took off his T-shirt then too. Most guys were bare-chested and the girls in skin tight yoga pants and bra type tops. I could see the tops of Brett's tighty-whiteys in some poses. I thought I caught them exchanging significant glances a couple of times. I was in a deep back-bend and rotated my neck, Brett was doing the same, but looking my way...we held eye contact and smiled. His eyes flashed at my midsection real fast then back to my face....I looked over him at the mirror behind him. In the back bend, my cock and balls made a huge bump away from my pelvis. I grinned wider to see him blush. 

I stayed in the back bend and turned toward Quinn who was turned away. I could see her nipples erect thru her top. BOOM! The thought took my breath away: yup I'd be in the middle, the blue ball ache made it awkward to come down gracefully outta the pose. We were called to corpse pose to finish practice. I know I should've been still inside, but I fantasized about the three of us fucking and fucking, different positions, I remembered what Brett looked like in the shower, although he was super shy and didn't hang around much. 

He was copper headed, covered with freckles. Shiny brown eyes and dimples, the kinda boy girls giggle over. He was stacked too, built tight and fierce he was just less than two inches taller than me. Quinn was maybe part Asian? Maybe Hawaiian, I'd never known, but super lithe, with eyes and lips to die for. Her boobs seem to hover in front of her. The image of her under me, wet legs spread and the feeling of Brett spooning me from behind echoed thru me for the few minutes we spent cooling down. It occurred to me that Brett and I were in the same weight class now and would soon be training partners. Class ended. I succeeded in not popping wood.

As we were rolling up our mats, Quinn smiled, leaned over Brett, kissed his nose (really), said HI Zach!, waved bye to me and headed out the door. "Break from work," is what I caught from what Brett said into his towel. We were sitting against the back wall, still shirtless. Most people were quickly exiting. The yoga teacher called, "Brett, you've got the clean up today?" He waved and nodded, blushing for no reason as people turned to look at who she called to. I saw Quinn outside thru the window, "You're two are damn lucky, my friend." 

"So are you, I m m m mean so is y y y yours, I mean do you h-h-ha-ha-have a g-g-girl?!" I didn't know he had a stutter. I laughed a little, "Thanks. Single these days," set my hand on is forearm briefly, smiled in understanding. I hadn't interrupted him or commented on the stammer...he blushed and looked at his fingers. 

"Can I help with clean up some how?" his flash of gratitude at my accepting his stammer was almost hidden when his hair flopped into his eyes. I stood and offered him a hand in standing. 

"S-S-S-S-Sure. Dust mop's over there, there, there." He was stacking blocks and mats. I began back and forth over the floors, when I passed him as he was bent folding blankets; he stood and suddenly put on his shirt. There was laughter from those who were still milling around the front of the studio. He jumped. Man he was shy. As I put away the mop, I spied a small newspaper clipping; it was Brett earning his black belt. The yoga studio also had martial arts. I looked at him, busy with the stereo and CDs. I barely knew him, and now knew he was deeper than I gave him credit. I stood and took a long drink from my water bottle. He paused hands on hips, brushed hair outta his eyes. When he turned to me, I grinned, "We're gonna be wrestling partners in a few....would you like to get to know each other a bit off mat before. Talk over food, workout, maybe?" 

"Y-Y-Yyeah, that'd'd be helpful, th-th-thanks."

I put on my sweater, fighting the urge to stay half naked and show off. Something told me to be gentle. I saw J's face challenging me to be open to him....I relaxed my shoulders a bit and felt my way into being gentle for Brett. His body language shifted a bit too. I hadn't brought my cell, so I jotted my number on a schedule and gave it to him. He tore it in half and gave me his, "I-I-I'm I'm bad-bad at call-call-calling." 

"S'ok.....I'll call you Monday after 11:00, we'll do lunch, alright?"

"N-N-N-No. I work out then. S-s-s-sor-sor-sorry."

"Together then, I can switch it up....weights, swimming or running?"

He grinned, "Ru-ru-run-running." 

"No problem. We'll text and meet at the gym at 11?"

"Al-al-al-r-r-right." He hit the light switch and it got gloomy, "I-I-I- got-uh-ta shower," he pointed over his shoulder, "grab, grab, grab a juice after? I w-w-won't be a min-minute." And he pointed across the street to the market.

"Great! Can I rinse down too?" His eyes dropped to the ground then back to somewhere about my left shoulder. 

"S-S-S-Su-sure." He left the studio for a sec and in the front reception area, flipped off lights and bolted door, secured the register and computer efficiently. He pulled two folded towels off the shelf and walked back of the studio. I hadn't realized there was a smaller studio in the back. It had some weights and other equipment, a couple of locker banks and a bench. One wall had an opened closet and another door.

Brett opened this one, it was a room with two benches a counter with sinks and at the end two shower heads in an open stall. Brett closed the door and flipped lights on; four bright heat lamps flooded the small space with heat. I controlled the urge to joke and chat. My intuition was sharply pinging. Brett stepped to the stall and turned both faucets on full blast, steam poured down immediately. 

"Wow, like a spa!" I sat on one bench.

Brett sat on the other, "S-sometimes it's the-the best part of my day, c-c-closing that door."

I lifted my sweater off, "I know that feel, bro." I gave a too large sigh and shook my hair.

He rolled his eyes at me, "Goo-goo-goofball."

"Yup!" and gave him a proud smile. I sat shirtless, not rushing anything. I took a long drink. He lifted his T-shirt off, reached over and turned on the I-pod docking station. Super mellow yoga music came on, "ugh, n-n-no." he found some Moby and grinned, "b-b-b-etter."

He stood and undid the front of his shorts and turned sideways. The waist band of his tighty-whities hugged the top of his bubble butt. I stood and let mine drop to the floor. I walked to the shower, not looking at him. I adjusted the water and stepped under the spray. I heard him yelp a bit, "Turn it down, goofball!" I said facing the wall. 

A cold splash hit my back, I squirmed away looked at him, he had a bottle of liquid soap in his hands and fake innocent look on his face. "Oh d-d—did that g-g-et you?"

I squinted and harrumphed and just held out my hands. He squeezed a stream of soap into them, then some for himself. As he turned to put the soap on the rack I looked him over, really looked him over. Abs and deep channels at his hips a shocking copper bush (trimmed nicely) and a set of cock and balls that seemed to match mine. Huh. I'd never noticed him. He soaped his chest and upper arms; I was working my shoulders and upper back. The heat and silky soap started to relax me, I'd been tense I guess....his tension was catchy. I spun slowly under the spray, caught sight of his squared off thighs and bubble butt. I sighed and let my cock fill a bit, to see his response. Next time he turned around, he was fuller than me. I held my hands out for more soap; he squeezed more into both our hands. I openly soaped my crotch, sweeping deep behind my balls. I felt a hot blush. With his head down, he was just soaping his balls, tummy and thighs too. There was a long break between songs. 

I pulled my cock for the first time, and tilted my head back for a sec, the next song came on and I jumped a little, Brett snorted, but didn't move. Head down, soapy hands circling his tummy and balls. I spread my legs a little, pulled three or four strokes. Brett flipped hair off his forehead and skipped his gaze over my face. I caught his returning glance, shrugged a little and smiled. He nodded.




Opening Z Ch. 03



His dick leapt and he groaned, "Qui-quin-quinn has been sti-sti-stingy." 

"Go ahead, enjoy yourself dude. No worries, just stay in the moment."

I was fully hard and slowly sliding up and down my shaft. My other hand roamed my pecs and abs. He looked at my face, I tried to catch his glance and hold it the way J had shown me last night. He flipped his hair again. I relaxed into the beat of the music and our slurpy strokes. I started pulling my balls away from my cock; I was going too close too fast. 

"I've edged three other times today like this......" his eyes went wide and met mine. I caught him that time, "we can come if you really want to, or we can edge and have that as something to add to another time..."

"Real-really?" He kept increasing speed on his strokes.

"Yeah, fourth time today!!" I said in a booming voice, which earned another eye-roll from him. Around my goofy smile, I added, "Seriously come or edge. I'm in either way." I took both hands and started thrust fucking my fists. Our eyes were roaming all over each other. 

"Damn, sooo close..." still looking right at him, I reached over my head and grabbed the shower head to keep from shooting. I kept humping and rolling my hips, showing off. He was breathing like a sprinter his hands a blur all over. Suddenly he jumped sideways outta the shower stood rigid, arms behind his back. He was clenching his jaws. 

"Edge." I really thought he was gonna blow. He walked in a circle shaking his hands out. I turned the water cooler and cooler; he got back in and dowsed himself in cold water. 

I got back from the edge but was still throbbing full. He was too. We dried off. I sat down; leaned back to show off my whole body. He sat across from me legs spread too. "So, dude. I gotta meet a friend in a while. Monday we'll run and try and talk some, ok?"

"Yeah, o-o-k," He flipped his hair, "I-I-I'm not th-th-that shy, really. Just don't-don't like crowds." His hard on was pinkish and still oozing a bit. 

"And don't talk much, now I get you...." A look at the clock told me it was almost time to leave to meet at J's, "Listen, this was super hot, you're amazing. I've got a chance to play more with my friend tonight, so although we didn't come right here, I may come later....I hope you and Quinn get it on too. Hell to be honest, I'd take ya both on right now...either way I hope you get to have an awesome fucking orgasm later because we played here, alright?"

He nodded, biting his lip, "yeah, Quinn is going out with the girls and we do our families all Sunday. I'm not gonna get any...." He sounded bitter, bitter enough it came out in one log rush and he hadn't stammered. 

"When can you get to jack off then?" I started tracing my fingers on my balls

"We-we-we-li-live together, so-so-so I rarely g-g-get to, and and and I bab-bab-babysit neph-nephews tonight..." His eyes were fixed on my hand as I toyed my cock full hard again; the clench of my ass must have been visible to him because his cock jerked when I felt the clench. 

"I d-d-d-do-don't think I c-c-can s-stop if if I s-st-start." He sounded heart broken.

"So I'm assuming something here: you can play outside of you and Quinn's relationship?" He nodded looking away.

"Sh-sh-she s-s-s-aid said we could" His cock was flat against his belly again. I was slowly teasing us with my show, "b-b-but I-I-I've not."

"That's good. What're you doing tomorrow night? Can you, do you want to come over?" I really wanted to see him smiling and not so broken looking. 

"S-s-s-tudying. B-b-b-but it's a it's a li-light w-w-w-week." He took his cock at the base.

"Fuck yeah, stud! I've got a house meeting from 5-6. The rest of the evening I spend around my room. C'mon over, huh?" I stood on the bench in an impulsive moment. 

"OK, b-b-b-but I-I-I don't th-th-think this is g-g-going d-d-own!" He laughed.

"Let's edge for a few, then cold showers. I'll keep you from coming. You just fucking enjoy yourself, stud!" I saw a jar of lotion by the sink grabbed some and walked over. With my finger tips I scooped out then smeared a dollop right on the shaft of his dick. He grunted in satisfaction. I sat next to him on the bench. I put the jar between us. He paused in his play, scooped a fat dollop and smeared it on the tip of my dick. Silence between us except for juicy strokes and hard breathing. My intuition kicked in again, "I dare you to tell me what you're thinking about."

He bit his lip and shook his head. I nudged him with my elbow, "Tell me, c'mon....I dare ya, dude."

He stood up, hands behind is head and shook his head again. I leaned back moaned and spread my legs which were starting to quiver. There was precum and lotion tickling my ass; I had been two fisting my cock, but shifted one finger to make obvious circles around my hole. I almost came and jumped up too. 

We had both worked up a little sweat. He said, "C-c-c-cold sh-sh-shower!"

I paused, waited for him to turn on the warmish water. I stepped into the stream with him. He jumped away a sec, but I just grinned and spun slow under the spray. I grabbed his bicep and pulled him back in the spray. "You have a choice, I tease you more right here and don't let you come or you tell me what you were fantasizing about...radical honesty dude, will make things so much better for us" I had both his biceps and was giving little humps to his cock with mine. 

He flipped his hair, "I-I-I c-c-c-can't t-t-take any-any-anymore te-te-teasing." He pushed me away a bit but stayed under the shower, we weren't touching. 

"What were you thinking about?"

"Y-y-y-ou. Y-you sucking me off...." He turned redder that I thought possible.

"I was watching you foremost, but was totally thinking about a three-way with me you and Quinn....this is all new to me too, but my urge to explore is on full tilt...." Without meaning to I looked down at his cock and back into his eyes, "My fantasy had me in the middle...." A shudder ran thru me when I said it aloud. 

"F-f-f-uck! F-f-fuckin A! Bro!" He perfectly imitated an apish douche bag.

I rolled my eyes at him. We snorted and giggled as we rinsed and dried off. 

We got dressed, in silence again. Once outside in the damp dark he got kinda formal and stiff again. "Tomorrow night come by the frat. I can't guarantee I'll suck cock for the first time, but we'll definitely play as long as you want to."

The look on his face when I said 'sucking cock' aloud on the street made me grab him by the head and give him noogies. We parted smiling; I was really happy to make him smile.



Opening Z Ch. 04



I jogged back to the house. My phone was flashing texts, three all from J. The first was just, "WOW!!!" The second was, "Mom ran late. Sorry, will get back to you." The third was, "OK dinner done, driving back now, see you at 815. Long drive, text details of your day?"

I sat on my bed and texted a brief of the yoga shower scene; it took me a bit and seemed too unreal in that format. It was just 730, so I had time on my hands. Five minutes later, J's text arrived.

"Because of you:" with a picture of his thick cock sitting on the steering wheel of his truck. 

"BAHAHAHA" I texted back. "I'm gonna go hang downstairs with the boys....be safe."

"So you've edged four, no five times today? Daaaamn, this one's only second for me...."

"Think you can keep it up all the way home?" I had the urge to know he was jacking off right then. 

"Count on it!" with a second pic of him naked in the truck, cock and belly shiny with lube. 

"I'm gonna go see if I can show off somehow too!" 

Then I got a text from an unknown number, I snatched the yoga schedule, it was Brett:   "hahaha...was that real?" 

"Hell yes!"

"Ugh, kids...signing off"

"Tmrrw."

"Tmrrw!"

"I'll have some time when they go to bed....need to let that all sink in. G'nite!"

Those little words rocked me. The last 48 hours....I'd never felt this alive, away from winning wrestling matches.....I didn't want to over think it....I changed out of my heavy sweater and put on a thin old zippered hoodie that was sleeveless. I kept my yoga shorts on, my butt cheeks just peeked out under the shirt and when I moved my 'cumchannels', my sexy abs and pelvis ridges flashed. And I could put my hands in the hoodie pockets, stretch it down and play with or expose my cock. I stood on the stair for a minute did just that. As I went downstairs I heard lots of noise from the main rooms, they sounded pretty drunk....On the third floor I heard a video game coming from a room on the back wing; I went that way guessing it was a friend and some guys I wasn't that close to.

In my friend Josh's room, he, Isaac and Bryce were arrayed in front of the large monitor playing in a world I didn't recognize. Their eyes only flashed to the door and all three grunted 'hey' in near unison. Isaac did a double take, one character (his?) hesitating on screen. 

He asked, "what's up, stud?"

"Just got back from yoga, had a private lesson from a teammate after. Feeling it!" The white lie was an invitation. Josh and Bryce barely moved, only their hands clicking away. 

"What'd ya focus on?" Isaac flicked his gaze at my shorts. He was in a T-shirt and basketball shorts. They shushed us, we were talking over them. He was the farthest from the door and it was dark. I moved into the room and shuffling behind them got over to his side. Isaac turned in his swivel chair a bit. I sat on the corner of the bed, my legs wide framing Isaac's right knee. It was close, stuffy and warm so I unzipped the hoodie all the way and flipped it open. I leaned back on my elbows, exposed from neck to pube. Isaac's hands didn't seem to be as busy as the other two.

"Where'd ya go, what was the focus of the private session?" Isaac murmured out of the side of his mouth. 

"Yamhill studio, of course. Ran into teammate Brett and his girl. After the regular, Brett and I did core, abs and pelvis. Deep stuff, pretty releasing." I flexed my biceps and pecs; Isaac scratched his beard. I rolled my hips a bit. 

"NICE!!" Isaac said. Bryce and Josh shushed him. "Let me find a secure zone and get outta this game, I got a date tonight anyway."

Bryce and Josh mimicked him, "I got a date tonight anyway!"

Isaac ended his game and in a ninja like move smacked both gamers on the back of the head and was in the hall, "Come talk to me, a real person, Z, while I get ready to go OUT!" 

I laughed as Bryce and Josh mimicked him again in unison as we walked away. 

Isaac's room was right across the hall. He grabbed a towel and a small bag, "Are the showers in your wing less busy?" 

"Yeah, there are four showers on two floors instead of two showers on two floors." My hoodie hung open; my pube was exposed as was the crack of my ass. 

"Cool, let's go up. I go to Yamhill Tuesday and Thursday, never seen you there. What's Brett look like, maybe I know him." Isaac took his long super curly hair out of the tieback and ran a hand thru it.

"I usually practice in my room, go to Yamhill on weekends, no weekday classes fit my schedule. Brett is a black belt, copper hair, freckles, he helps around..."

"Oh yeah real quiet kinda guy. I've seen him. Seems nice. He teaches yoga?" we'd reached the shower room on my floor. No one was in, the whole wing seemed quiet. 

"No. not teach, but has lots of mat time too." Isaac turned on a shower, dropped his shorts and flung his shirt onto the seat. I was surprised that his bush was neatly trimmed and his balls were bare. His beard and curly hair were deceiving. "After I helped him clean up, we went into the shower room and did a few extra poses, checking form and such. We got pretty deep and worked hard. We showered after." 

Isaac was avoiding wetting his hair, and then tied it back up again. His back was to me. It was warm; I took off my hoodie and sprawled on the seat between the showers. "mmm. Is it always so quiet up here?" He looked at me and his gaze settled on my pube and bulge. 

"Some mornings its busy, occasional afternoon too. But yeah I take lots of time in here, no one really cares what ya do, I go easily between here and my room with nothing on...I shave my bits in here....I get in here a couple times a day after my workouts, I do what I want ....I've no problem relaxing in here like I was alone. I've spanked it a few times." I was again inviting him to turn the topic hot....

"Nice. I'll have to come here late night some time....did you guys turn on the heat lamps back there? I love that space. I rented out the small studio for a while when I had time to give massage professionally." He had spent all this time just letting water run down his front. I leaned forward and grabbed his shorts, folded them quick and set them on his T. When I sat back I pushed my shorts lower. 

"Yeah, it was like a spa back there. We actually did some deeper warriors poses in the shower. Spent some time just getting into the steam, heat and that great soap they have: it's so slippery. Felt great." He finally turned, yup, he was chubbing. I rolled my eyes up and down him. 

"Nice, I did naked yoga a lot in Hawaii, I miss that." He began soaping his legs, ass away from me. 

"Yeah I do yoga naked in my room almost every day at some point. It really helps connect me with my body, with my sensual being. It was nice chilling with Brett, like being in the locker room without the ass-hole clowning!" I ran my hand over my shoulder pecs and upper abs. Isaac saw.

"We should totally do yoga. I didn't know you were that into it, that you were that natural about it." He rinsed his legs, did his arms and his back real quick. His dick swung with every move, hadn't gotten harder, but hadn't gotten softer either. 

"Sounds great! Anytime we can make time. I think there's room in my room for two if we put the chair up. Naked yoga in Hawaii would be fucking amazing!" I pushed my hips up; my shorts rode down my hips some more. The base of my cock was just now at my waist band.

Isaac lathered his chest and under arms, then slid both hands down his abs, stopping to go out around his hips, cupping his ass. He was looking at his own crotch. "Yeah, during my massage training we lived genders separate, spent most of the time with the guys, so naked yoga with the guys was a usual thing." 

"Oh man, I forget you do massage. I had a half assed 'massage' from the PT day after an early training session. It sucked; people were coming and going. He barely spent any time on my abs, quads or hamstrings. I felt..."

He interrupted me, "More tense than before he started?"

"YUP."

"Too bad man. Yeah I still give body work from time to time. I've got a share in a studio over Clark Station, but I keep that info to myself. It's too much sometimes with school and work study job."

"I get ya. Can I get some work from ya, something not rushed and holistic, inclusive?" He was showing more cock now. He re washed his chest and abs. I put one hand on my navel fingers spread. 

"You're saying some magic words...." The lather kinda dripped onto his pubes.

"My ex was a chiro's assistant she taught me a lot. I'd be happy to trade body work. I don't like all technical touch; the whole person should be touched, it's a kind of conversation, ya know?"

As he was lathering his pubes we kept a steady gaze on each other. The closer his hands got to his dick, the more I showed mine. "I think there is always a holistic connecting when we massage someone. My girl taught me to honor that. I miss it in just PT massage." 

He wasn't cleaning his dick, he was stroking for me. I lifted my cock out. It rose without me touching it. "We got some more to share about this." He rinsed off. "I gotta run, only because it's my family, I can't stay." 

Isaac walked over bobbing cock leading the way. I hadn't really touched my self but was aching. As he dried off he stayed hard. "Are you going to go soft?" I laughed. 

"Whew! I dunno. I can't be late, Dad'll kill me." He looked at the wall clock. 7:55. "He'll be here in about 5 minutes, damn." 

I stood up, "Sorry man, I didn't mean...."

"No, not your fault. I could've left gaming hours ago...."

I was starting to soften, his less so. "Listen I'm pretty booked the next couple of days, but less connect, let's share yoga. I don't mean to put you on the spot about massage."

"Naw, you're just the kinda client I wish for, male or female. In touch and communicative. We'll hook up for sure. Maybe I'll just knock on your door for yoga until we connect?"

"Perfect. Lets say it's an open invite either way, yoga and massage?"

He grinned and managed to wrap a towel around is semi...



Opening Z Ch. 05



I hurried back to my room, grabbing my toothbrush, lube and condoms, stuffing them in my Nike back sack. It was chilly so I put on my super fitted long sleeve T. My balls must've known they were gonna see some action, because they were rolling. I jogged to J's. As I turned the corner and looked up at his window; it was dark. I slowed my jog and then saw him leaning on his truck, nice pants and sweater, on his phone. He had a slim portfolio in one hand and was swinging it against his thigh, talking to his Mom, I guessed.

 He pulled me into a sideways hug and rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice. When she paused he jumped in, "Yes. Yes. Tuesday. And I'll have the analytics done for you by the time you sit down to morning coffee. I know you hate it when I answer all your questions in a row. I love you, Mom." There was a long silence from him, "No. I'm not dismissing you. We just talked for two hours. I've got friends coming over, one's here right now..." He had kept his arm over my shoulder, and then shifted it down to my lower back pulling me full against his hip. I humped his thigh like a poodle in heat. That got him to smile. She was still talking. I looked up and saw Dustin crossing the street, hoodie up.

 At first I thought he was singing to headphones but as he came up I realized he was talking into a micro on his headphones. "Jess says Hey guys!" J nodded. 

 "Hey Jess, when are coming back here?" I bounced on my toes a little. Dustin laughed; J smiled and put the portfolio over his eyes. 

 "She says maybe next week." Dustin then said, "uhuh, yeah... Miss you too, love ya... I will... Buhbye." And gave a hard sigh. 

  J raised his voice just a touch, "Mom! I'll have the analytics done. The longer we talk the less time I'll have to be thorough. Yes I'm telling my friends right now that I have to work before anything else tonight Mom, please let me say goodnight, ok?"

 Dustin murmured, "I'm hitting the market fast, be right back. Want anything?" 

 "Grab me some fruit?"

  "Sure, J?" J shook his head.

 Dustin shuffled off. J finally said, "I will Mom. Love you, goodnight." I heard her say "Goodnight, love." And he hung up.

 He pulled me tight against him face to face, he was really tense. He angled his face to lie on top of my head, "She dumped the family finances on my lap again at the last minute. I have to spend about an hour going over it right away, I'm sorry. You and Dustin can hang out while I crunch numbers."

 "Anything I can do?"

  "No. No, thanks. I'll be alright; I don't even need to talk about it. She's a stress ball sometimes. Let's go inside."

  We walked side by side. In the apartment, he kicked off his shoes, sat on the stool and pulled me against him, our cocks were nicely nestled. "Mmmm. I can't wait to play tonight. Listen quick, Dustin....well, he's pretty straight. He gets fed up with Caleb treating him like a boyfriend; they're good friends, but...well it's not equal for them. We set Caleb up on a date with my gay cousin tonight. It's good for all of us if Caleb has another focus. That being said, I think Dustin is going to stay over too...."

 "I'm down for hanging out, whatever. Like I said yesterday, I like your being in control. This is all new to me. I'll stay in the moment." 

 "That's exactly why I think D is going to stay over....that charm and sexy vibe you got." He hungrily kissed me; I leaned into it, opening my mouth to his tongue. We both felt the heat rise in our crotches. Dustin cleared his throat from the hall.

 "I got myself a couple beers; I know you two won't have any. Z they had pears, is that alright?"

 "Yeah, thanks."

 "Hey D, my Mom dumped work on me. I gotta crunch numbers for a bout an hour tonight, sorry man."

 "No worries, glad you're here Z; I won't fall asleep watching a movie on boy's night like last time." J rolled his eyes at him.

  J and I were still leaning into each other, I peeled myself away to get the pears; my mouth watered for them. "These look great. We can hang, get to know each other. Let's let J get busy." D nudged him towards the computer desk. He sat with his back to us and dumped the portfolio open, he groaned.

  "What ya wanna do?" D opened a micro brew and downed 1/3 of it. I had eaten half of the first pear.

  J turned, "D, don't play that. You asked me earlier if Z would treat you to a shave and rubdown. Go get to it!"

  Dustin kinda looked like a fish for a second, then laughed. "Put some music on J? And fuck you too buddy." He tipped back the 2nd 1/3 of the brew, burped. 

  I ate my pear. D set the beer down, "dammit J. You're gonna make me ask, huh?"

  J kept tapping on the keyboard. I finished the pear. 

  "Z, uhm....J said you kept...aw man, I need a shave and some guy time....can you give me a trim and..."

  "Not think I'm your boyfriend?"

  That fish look again. He glared at J's back and finished the beer.

  "Dustin, hey," he looked at me, "Just be honest and tell me what's what, k? J has set a great example for me in the last couple days. You've known him longer, got more skills and insights. Use 'em, dude."

  He cracked open the second beer, "sooo...I'll jump in the shower, if you could gimme a few minutes, then come in?"

  "Sure, sounds cool."

  J turned around and smiled at us; D stuck his tongue out at J's smirk and went into the bathroom, closing the door. I glanced at the clock. I'd give him five minutes. I walked over, hugged J in the chair from behind. I dropped to the floor, did push ups, crunches and lunges. J had that sideways smile going. 

 Five minutes were up. I opened the bathroom door to a wall of steam. "Hey man, what's what?"

 The empty beer bottle was on the sink. D pushed aside the shower door. "Man you're ripped!" I complimented him; I'd not seen him naked before. He was J's height but slimmer, leaner. He had closed cropped brown/red hair and one tattoo on his right pec. The blue ball ache rolled from my belly, thru my balls and settled warm and full in my ass. 

  He looked surprised and said, "I didn't think you'd be dressed...c'mon in here."

  I shucked shorts and shirts. He kinda checked me out quick, "You shave it all, huh? J does too..."

  I leaned against the back wall of the stall....hands behind my back, one knee bent, and said "What's what?"

  "Well, shave me? I mean trim the bush, chest and balls should be clean off, I'll see after that...." He did manage to look at me when he asked. 

 "Sure. Can do." I grabbed the shave lotion and made lather between my two hands. Holding his nervous gaze I reached for his face which earned me a smile....he was scruffy: that was first. In a few easy passes I got his face and neck smooth. He rubbed his face under the stream and turned back to me. "Glad you started there...." He had been standing still in the middle of the tub. He leaned back against the long wall. I pushed the shower head to point straight down. I took the beard trimmer from its charger and pointed at his bush.

 "Lemme get that first before I shape your pubes better and do your chest, ok?" His cock didn't have an ounce of extra blood in it. He still seemed edgy. In a couple of swipes, I had the length off his pubes, without touching his cock. "Lift your cock away from your balls for me so I can trim them first, it's been some time since you trimmed, huh?"

 He lifted his cock shaft off his balls. I set the trimmer to its work, and then stepped back. 

 "Yeah, it's been a while. Kinda rebelling against Caleb's insisting I shave every day." He looked regretful when he said Caleb's name. 

 "No worries, man. This is what you want. Doesn't matter to me either way." I lathered my hands and nodding a question applied it to his chest and abs. Feeling the hard muscles was hot, under the bit of fur he was ripped. I felt a rush go down my spine and curl from my ass to my dick head. I kept it chill though, like with Brett my intuition was directing me. 

 I scraped off his chest hair and started on his abs. I decided to take everything off but the triangle of his bush. He watched me the whole time. When I rinsed him to check my work, he squeezed my shoulder, and then left his hand there as I touched up his left collar. 

 I reached for the shave cream and looked at his balls, "Ok for down there?"

 "Yeah, go for it."

 I knelt down and he lifted his shaft up holding it against his belly stretching it a bit to his navel. His balls weren't really that hairy, and he had almost no ass hair, I commented on this. 

 "I'm a quarter Cherokee, lucky genes." He rinsed the lather off when I finished. I could see some longer pubes I'd missed. I took the trimmer again and touched up the bush and did tight edges around the base. That's when I saw more than a few hairs on the bottom part of his shaft.

 "Want me to get those too?"

 He shifted his weight to lean back more and nodded. Using only a dab of cream, holding the head lightly; it only took six passes to shave them off. I rinsed his cock, hefting his cock and balls which were heavy and warm in my hand. "Anything else?"

 "Hmm...while we're here, moisturize?"

  I reached out of the shower which accidently pressed our bellies and crotches together. D put a stabilizing hand in the small of my back. When I straightened he kept me there for a beat. "Thanks Z! It's nice to feel no expectations...."

 "My brother, my fraternal twin swims for State, we grew up showering together; it's cool to just hang and relax this way with a buddy. Last year we shaved together a few times like this, just chill. I've been in locker room showers my whole life. This isn't much different, really" 

 "Right on. J also said you had magic hands, that you studied massage?"

 I applied a thin layer of almond oil to his chest and abs. I didn't ask or hesitate, just rubbed his balls and shaft. I did give it a couple of pulls. He grinned. "Yeah my girl practiced on me, I like to see people relax."

 "Maybe you'll feel like massaging me later?" His hand gripped my shoulder and shifted down to my bicep.

 "I'd like that....anytime, no rush."

 He leaned over and hugged me, chest to chest, no other contact.

 I turned off the shower and got towels. Just as I put my hand on the door, drying my hair, he said, "Z..." and wrapped me in a full contact hug from behind. It was kinda awkward but I relaxed back against him. 

 For the first time I felt some heat from him....I pressed back again. He shifted one hand down on to my hip and clenched his abs; that put his cock right into my ass crack. It began to fill. For a long moment we press humped together like that, both getting about ¾ hard when he gave a deeper squeeze and let go.

 He preceded me out into the living room. J was hunched grumbling over the keyboard. He turned and broke into a full smile. "Looking great, D! Good work Z!" His eyes went back and forth between our showing cocks. "I'm only about half done..."

 The clock showed just before 9:00, that'd only taken 30 minutes. D stepped over and without saying a thing held J by the back of the neck and deep kissed him. J and I were both surprised. D said, "Thanks guys!"

  "I've still got some time here..."J waved receipts and statements at no one. 

  Dustin said, "We'll get outta sight," and walked into J's bedroom. I kissed J quick and hot and followed into the bedroom.

  D was sitting on the bed, legs crossed at the ankles, texting. We were both still half hard. I let the door close mostly behind me. "Is that Jess again?" I nodded at the phone.

 "Caleb. I'm telling him to put his phone away and have fun." D did the same thing with his phone. 

 I sat on the other end of the bed on my knees; my dick was pointed down to the mattress heavy but not too full. D looked me over; I felt a blush rising and my ears tingled. 

 "Gimme a massage, Z?"

 "Of course, but first can I ask you something?"

 "What's that?"

  "Is it aright if I don't worry about usual 'no go zones?' I mean if my wrist rubs your ass, or I lift your balls, we'll be alright?"

  It was his turn to flush a bit. "Yeah, yeah man, I'm not that uptight."

 "No, I don't think you are. I just want it spoken. In fact, if it's alright, can I just get something outta the way right now?"

 He titled his head sideways like a confused puppy, "Go for it, I don't know where you're going sometimes. But it's all good." 

 I reached over, tracing my hand up his thigh, cupped his balls, then reached my other hand, lightly fingering the shaft of his cock; he throbbed to life. I rubbed in bigger circles until I was covering his whole pelvis and going under his ball sack to openly press against his hole. I made larger circles with my palms until I got my hands behind his shoulders and almost sitting on his lap. His shivered all over. "My ex taught me that," I grinned "as a way to break the tension before real massage between lovers..." 

 "Damn. Well thanks to her." His legs had parted and his hands had found their way onto my biceps. I took his hands, sitting on his thighs and put them on my belly. He could feel the jumpiness there. I leaned back, my hands just above his knees that put my cock front and center. "Feel me, get used to feeling me, ok?"

 His eyes flicked from my eyes to our cocks and back. I breathed deep and challenged him like J did me. He felt my abs, then pecs, squeezing their dense muscle. Felt my shoulders and arms, gripped my hips, adjusted his grip so that his palms were inside my hips almost over my pube. He licked his lips. I held myself still, the tummy butterflies still there, in fact they were kinda visible in the bottom set of my 8-pack. He made another circuit from abs to shoulders back deeper into my pubes. The backs of his thumbs paralleled my cock. He ran his thumbs up the length then moved around the circuit again. He did this over and over so that after a couple of minutes by the time he got to my cock I moaned and rolled my hips. 

 I set my hands on top of his, moved one pair to each of our cocks. Just light stroking, more to tease and extend the rise than aim to shooting. He sat up catching me off guard and with his arms under mine tilted my face towards him by placing his hands on the back of my head. We fit snugly together, as he kissed my neck and collar bones he managed to keep a humping rhythm going between my legs. His hands moved down my spine several times and back to my neck and top of my head. Again and again. 

 I began stroking him from chin to ball sack between us. His hands cupped my ass and he got stronger in his grip, kinda squeezed my breath away. Then back to the circuit of hands. He cupped my ass again, stronger still. Then his fingers spread to pull my ass cheeks apart. I felt air, space on my hole. I shivered enough that he moaned for it. He gripped deeper into my ass crack his middle fingers on the rim of my hole. We had been wetly connected in kissing this whole time. When he ran his hand up to my head then back to push against my hole, I arched, flexed, shivered. 

 He rolled us onto our side in a graceful animal move. When his hands settled us cock to cock, full torso contact, I wrapped my arms against his rib cage and held on. The teasing strokes on my hole got longer and wider including my balls and the base of my shaft. He took my leg and put it over his hip. My butt cheeks were splayed full open. The urge to hump against him came as his cock was oozing on my abs. 

 "He wants to fuck me..." the thought made me catch my breath. I wanted him, but didn't know what getting fucked meant, couldn't imagine it....I got lost in my head. 

 "Z? Buddy?" He held me close.

 "I need to slow down, sorry." I wanted to stand up right then.

 "No, I'm sorry, that was real pushy of me...." He rolled us so he was on his back; I was in no way constrained. I instantly relaxed.

  "I think," I pushed hair out of my face, rested my chin in my hand, "that that was just too hot too quick. I froze because I wanted you to fuck me."

  His eyes softened. "And...?"

 "And I didn't know what that means, what that takes...look," I lifted my belly, I was still hard for him, "it's not a matter of desire, it's...."

 "You're just not ready...I get it. J was real gentle and I took my time..." his ears tip went pink. 

 "J was your first?"

 "Only."

  "Mine too," I snorted it sounded wistful, even corny to me.

He stared chuckling, then I did, then we were hanging on to each other laughing. As we quieted down we heard J in the shower. I was thirsty and got up. D stayed for a minute, and then came out to the kitchen too. The shower kept running, but it didn't sound like J was moving in there. I looked to the door and D shook his head, "Let him have his time."

 D changed music, I checked my phone. My parents had called and left a voice message. I checked it; we were having lunch instead of brunch; this gave me more time...."Cool, I don't have to be up early tomorrow! The parents." I waved my phone as it played the rest of dad's message. D grinned and stretched out on the couch. I walked over and sat on the other end; D hung his calf over my thighs. 

 J still hadn't come outta the shower. D looked at the door, then back to me, "So....how about that massage?"

 "Hellyeaah!" I popped up off the couch. D took my phone, stacked it on top of his and finding J's phone on the desk put them on the kitchen counter. He hit the lights, the phones sat in the pool of light from the pendant lamp over the counter, and this was the only light besides what came from the bedroom. The shower ran quietly. 

 Once on the bed D said, "Now that the other tension is out of the way; let's see your magic hands!"

 I rubbed a drop of oil between my hands, knelt next to him on the bed and immediately got lost in deeply relaxing him. Neck and shoulders, upper back were super tight; he swam 6 days a week. His ribcage compressed under my pushes and pulls; he caught my rhythm and kept breathing at that pace. When I got to his lower back, for leverage I sat on his lower thighs. He moved wide first one leg, then after I dug into his upper glutes, both legs. His ball sack looked tight. 

 I just kept digging into the musculature of his lower back and glutes. He grunted when the backs of my hands pushed deep enough to press on pelvic bones from the back. I got to his hamstrings between his legs before he started squirming, not hiding the fact that he was slow humping the mattress. "Can I tease you from back here, Dustin?"

 He blushed and hid his smile in the crook of his elbow. He gave a shy nod and arched up a little. I poured oil on his tail bone; gravity sent it trickling down onto his hole and sack. I rubbed circles on his cheeks, slowly increasing pressure. I stayed out of his crack for now. When he raised his hips in invitation; I started pushing into his hip joints and hamstrings, his ball sack got some attention. I remember my gal teasing me like this too. I was now fully hard and the tip of his dick was just peeking out under his left hip. I slid my hands wide over his hips and lubed the head of his cock. That got a load moan and he lifted me and his ass up off the bed. I slid my hands firm along his crack, covering everything in one sweep. I did that again and again and again. He was meeting my touch with pressure back against my hands. 

 I shifted my weight and the hot fat head of my cock jabbed him behind the balls and slid up his crack to his tail bone. He gasped and his hand came back to my belly instinctually. I bit his shoulder blade and chuckled...."now we're even, fucker!"

 He wrapped fingers around the base of my cock and relaxed back onto the mattress. "Damn, that's hot..."

 "Say it. Say what you thought..."

 He looked at me, his face turned sideways, "I thought you were gonna fuck me...you could've just pushed right in....part of me...."




Opening Z Ch. 05



"Like I said; now we're even."

 He arched his back, "Hump me like this.....I've come on J like this, I didn't realize it was this hot..."

 "This hot...?

 "This hot being on bottom, damn you..." He grinned back at me in the mirror. 

 I put a hand on the small of his back and leveraged myself into an arch over him connected only cock to crack. I humped long strokes, the tip of my cock starting at his balls and slipping over his hole ending at his tailbone. I increased the speed and pressure; we were both gasping in an instant. I looked in the mirror and saw us, "D, look..." 

 D came up on his elbows, pushed his ass into a stable position over his knees and groaned...our wide eyes locked in our reflection. I held his hips and fuck rubbed his crack the slapping noise of my thrusts got sharp and quick. He said, "FFFucckk!" and rolled out from under me squeezing the base of his dripping swollen cock to keep from coming. I could only put my hands on top of my head and breathe.

 D glanced off his cock and at the door, J stood there lubed cock in his hands. "That was one hell of a show!" J climbed onto the bed and fit himself hard against my back: I arched up to take his kiss. He slid his hands slowly down to pull my cock a few strokes, his lubed cock in the small of my back. His next words brought a gob on precum to my dick head, "Well, someone's getting fucked tonight....."

 D and I looked at each other; knowing neither of us was ready to be fucked. J leaned over to kiss D and in doing so settled on his knees and elbows, ass in the air, "Tag team me boys!"



Opening Z Ch. 06



D, still breathing hard, "Not me, not right now....I'm too hot...Z?"

"I think need a pause too." I was still on my knees, cock kinda foamy with precum, hands on my head. D sat against the headboard; he hadn't released the pressure on the base of his cock yet. "Have Z give you a 'back rub,'" D made air quotes with one hand when he joked to J.

"No, actually J," I rested one hand on the small of his back, "I got this....I feel like I'm in a match, pumped and psyched, but still gotta get the take down....gawd I sound like a movie trailer..."

Dustin and J shook their heads; I moved closer to J's spread thighs, "tell me what you want, J..."

He turned and we were nose to nose, "I want to be fucked. Seeing you top D like that was confirmation of my desire....I prepped in the shower; I'm clean and good to go..." I heard crinkling and saw D tear open a condom with his teeth. J and I still knelt face to face just touching. D dropped a little lube on the head of my cock, swirled it down part of the shaft...a rising sense of confidence came as he pushed the condom down my shaft. 

"J, I think something you said to me makes sense again...I want to give you pleasure, see you getting pleasure..." I put one hand on his ass cheek and turned him slowly to kneel on the bed. His forearms cushioned his face for a second, "J, hey, look at me, man." 

He turned and looked at D for a moment; their faces almost touched, then he made eye contact. I glanced at his hole; it was pink and shiny. D lubed my wrapped dick. Then dripped more on his palm and held it for a sec, then gently greased J's creases. I leaned forward my hot fat head just pressing against his hole. We held eye contact as he opened and slowly pushed back almost to the hilt on my cock.

"Oh, damn Z! You're big. Really, that's bigger than anyone I've taken..." Neither of us moved. D leaned over and shared a few breaths with J. D held him by the back of the neck and rubbed the other hand down J's spine, ending by making a circle around my shaft. Then D was massaging J from shoulders to glutes soon kneeling next to J's torso.

D pushed deeper on J's lower back increasing the arch in his back. I felt the shift inside J. He gave a little 'ungh!" and D made the pressure deeper. I felt a quickening in my thighs. I wanted to hear him make that noise again. I rolled my hips a fraction, "ungh!" D and I smiled. D's hands pressured down and a little back towards my pube; I met them with a forward pressure, "ungh, ungh!" 

A sheen of light sweat formed on J's shoulders; D massaged that too. D hips were level with J's shoulders; J looked away from me a smiled at D. That put D's dick right in J's face. He gave it that quick, quirk of a smile. J pulled forward a fingers' width and slid back on my cock. He did that distance a couple of times. I added an inch on his next pull and put some of my weight on the push. 

A shiver ran thru J, "mmm, Z? Do that again?" 

I controlled the push and pull for a couple of strokes, then a longer pull and J inhaled deep. My push in finally got my pube flat to his tail bone. D whistled and we high fived over J's back

"Bastards. If I weren't impaled on an 8 inch cock I'd kick your asses..... "

D leaned over and kissed J, smiling the whole while. J tossed me a look and I felt another shift in his body. I pulled back, holding his glutes wide. I kept pulling until the ridge of my head felt grip inside of him. J was holding his breath. He took the entire length and arched fully, looked up at the ceiling, "yes."

I did that a couple more times each time he met me with more arch and pressure. Suddenly he rose off his elbows and managed to kiss me reaching behind my head to grab a handful of my hair. D moved to press his torso against J's and wrapped his arms around us and squeezed my ass. A shiver started in J's belly; it grew until his thighs were shaking almost in a rhythm to my heart beat.

D whispered, "He's gonna come." 

I could feel quakes on my shaft from the inside of J's ass. D and I were fluttering our lips on J's neck as we all three watched ourselves in the mirror. D began to match J's shivers with hard full wrapped squeezing hugs. I felt more sweat on my chest from J's back. I bit his neck; he pushed down and back on my cock, twice, three times. 

"Come for us J. Lets us take you there, buddy. Let this happen." I repeated that a few times in his ear. D shifted his weight added cock thrusts to their slick bellies. 

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His breath was driven out of him. An almost painful grip surprised the base of my cock. J's ass started the orgasm....

D and I held J up and he came, his head back on my shoulder, his cock coating D's face and chest with streamers of come. Midway thru he folded forward, D folded back onto his elbows. J's thighs shook and flexed. He looked back at me, "fuck. Fuck me."

I raised my eyebrows; he pulled away sharp and jammed back against me. That was the opening I needed. I fucked him. He was able to ride out my flurry of thrusts his voice getting hoarse. He curled down and in one swift move, sucked D's cock to the hilt. That sight drove a grunt out of me. D began controlling the blow job. In the mirror I could see J's cock was still hard and dripping. I felt moans from him thru my hands on his hips.

I was burning in my thighs and hips form the effort of fucking. D was sweating and had J by the neck. J's moans changed pitch again higher. D said, "Make me come. I wanna shoot on your face, ok?

J managed a throaty, "uhuh," before D pulled out and shot in the same movement. He didn't get J's face right away: the first giant wad hit to one side of my navel. The rest were all over J's shoulder neck and forehead. J said, "Z, jack me...we can come together." 

I grabbed his dick in a reach around. D swung around and was behind me. His heat on my back was electric. When his still throbbing dick slid over my hole in a slippery hump thrust; I yelled and fell onto J's back as I lost it and came, just as J did. I had a huge load on my hand from J's second orgasm. I couldn't manage to lift myself off his back; we collapsed all three in a pile. 

J squirmed and got my cock out of his ass. D got the condom off me and wiped his money shot off J. The three of us dropped into heavy breathing and awkward three way kisses. 

D and I were still hard after we regained composure. I was unprepared when J slid a condom over D's dick and in a swift graceful move sat down full on it. They rocked together; I cannot forget the looks they gave each other. When D took over the motion, J braced his hands on the headboard, "stand up Z, gimme your cock to suck." I had been teasing myself, but jumped up leaned against the wall and had my first blow job from J. 

D kept a steady fuck going, jacking J and occasionally chewing his nipples and neck. J was pushing me really close, as they didn't seem close; I backed off for a sec. D said, "Turn around Z. J rim him." 

J bit my cheek as he pinned me to the wall. D's up thrusts were transmitted thru J's hands as vibrations that shook my cheeks. When his tongue drilled my asshole all three of us grunted in unison. I found myself pushing back, my knees bending to get his tongue in my ass. D said, "Gimme that ass Z, get down here." I tuned around, J swallowed my cock while D made a hard wet little dick out of his tongue for me to ride. 

J came first this time. I think it was him spraying up onto D's face and my ass that set me off, I came everywhere, thin splatters were all over my body and D and J's faces. D ripped off the condom and added his milky gobs to J's stomach and thighs. 

J kissed me as I wiped his face of my load. I couldn't even sit up for a long while. J pecked D on the lips and went to the bathroom. He stopped in the kitchen and brought back juices and warm wet cloths. He caringly swabbed all our bodies. D and I were taking up most of the bed. J smacked my ass and grabbed me into spooning. D rolled off the bed and went to the living room.

He came back with his cell, "setting an alarm now, for 8. I've got a long shift doing data entry at the Rec Center tomorrow..." he frowned and shrugged. He lay down just in front of me facing me and J. Nothing was said for a bit and no one moved. J was semi hard between my cheeks and thighs. I felt I could get hard again too. I looked at D's cock, it was moving a bit. I laughed and nestled against J, "round three?"

D slid forward to crush me between them. D and J grabbed each other by the hips and asses and began dry humping me front and back. Their cocks met and slid heads under my balls. I squeezed my thighs together; and fucked D's abs' ridges. J slid one finger in my ass and ground against my prostate; in the mirror I could see J's other fingertip teasing around and in D's ass. I let my hand trail back D's forearm, he had two fingers in J. 

Rocking and probing together, grunts and sweat built. D pushed a second finger tip into me. I couldn't breathe.....they moved in different rhythms, someone always pressing my button.....my ass was hot and felt...wet...from the inside. J thrust his tongue in my mouth, D pushed his into me too....I shook all over....I couldn't thrust back on their fingers hard enough......my ass came for a long moment before my cock exploded. This was thicker whiter come than ever before....D was right there too and then my ball sack, ass and their hands were flooded with their sticky loads.

I'm not sure who, but felt a towel wiped us clean. The towel felt a little rough on my hole. I couldn't yet open my eyes, not tired, just blissed out. I pulled their faces to mine as soon as I looked at them and welcomed their juicy tongues onto mine...that kiss caused after shocks!

We fell asleep.



Opening Z Ch. 07



Just before I got there it dumped; a shower caught me and drenched me. I tried shaking out my hair and wiping my face with my hoodie. I heard some one laughing. "Hey! Victoria, got a towel back there?" I'd fucked her during my freshman post break up slutty spree and we were still friendly. I couldn't remember if she was single. She worked as a barista in the market. I only saw her occasionally at the market. 

"You looked like a shampoo commercial...." She tossed me a clean bar towel over the coffee counter. "Got caught in that shower?" I nodded and groaned while I wiped my face and ruffed my hair. She was making coffees but sideways eyed me while I dried off. I woke up.

I set my cell on the counter and dried my upper chest a bit. I put the towel on top of my cell, "Thanks. Great to see you! Gotta run." I was being sly; I didn't want to be a douche and ask her for her number in front of coworkers and old lady customers. I made a quick lap of the store grabbing my shit and popped over to the coffee counter. She had my phone leaning on the register.

"Ah, cool there it is. Thanks again..." there was a line and she smiled looked me in the eye, "Good to see you after so long. Let's catch up sometime. Gimme a call?" It could've been a casual statement but we both knew I didn't have her number. She looked amazing, her black hair loose in a bun on her neck, strands here and there. The little green apron accented her tight ass. Field Hockey? Lacrosse? Soccer? Soccer yeah, she played soccer. In the produce section I checked, sure enough she had added her info into my contacts.

I texted, "Sly gal! Glad you picked up what I'm putting down!"

As I was in line to check out she texted back, "Great to see you, and who's sly?"

"I didn't want to be THAT guy while you were working..."

"CALL ME this week...." And a winking smiley face told me I'd fuck her before Friday. I waved my phone at her as I left, feeling the charge building in my balls.....damn yes! The shower hadn't let up, so I ran full tilt the ten or so blocks to the house. I was soaked thru to the skin. The hoodie clung to me, the running shirt showed popping brown nipples and the yoga pants were nearly transparent, deep in my ass from running. I burst in the back way thru the kitchen, laughing as I startled a couple guys and the housekeeper. She tossed me a bath towel fresh outta the main laundry just off the kitchen, shaking her head and left the kitchen with mop in hand. 

I stripped off the tops, wrapped the towel very low around my waist and peeled off the yoga shorts. I put my groceries away, blended a smoothie, and then went upstairs. The guys in the kitchen were arguing fantasy football and neither gave me a second look. Upstairs I tossed my soaking clothes for a spin in the washer and dropping my few items in my room heading to the shower to warm up. The housekeeper had done this floor I knew by how tidy it all was so after my shower I strode naked and chubby to my room. I heard music coming from a neighbor's (Cory) but his door was closed. I stretched a bit in my room to warm up.

I had two hours until I needed to drive an hour to meet my parents for lunch. I would've postponed but I didn't see them last week as I was up the mountain. The short run home felt good. I usually take Sundays off, but fuck it. I threw on wet weather running gear and a cap. I grabbed my old IPod and ran. I reviewed the last 10 days. Even with the harsh weather I grinned the whole way. Ninety minutes later, heaving I made it back to the house. Dripping, cold, hot and now horny I climbed the stairs. I'd forgotten my wet clothes from earlier; threw everything I had on in with them. With my towel in hand I stalked to the shower. I heard water running. 

Isaac was in the shower; his curly hair full of soap. "Zach!"

"What's up?" I grabbed my bottle of liquid soap from my basket on the cupboard wall. I took the shower head next to him. 

"Dude, yoga in a few?"

"Aw, sorry. I gotta meet the parentals for lunch today...but let's talk schedules before I leave after this shower. I want to...."

"Damn, s'all good. I got in so late last night, my Dad is such a drinker, and he gets to talking, I passed out, just getting up...."

I'd soap my torso, not even hiding that I was starting to get hard. He was too. I looked down and laughed. I had mud splatters up to my thighs. I poured more soap on my abs and grinning over my shoulder bent over to clean my legs. I stuck my ass right at Isaac, goofy grinning up at him. His hands were full of shampoo; he swatted my left cheek and left a lathery print. 

I pushed my cock and balls back thru my thighs and with my other hand rubbed in the shampoo lather. His mouth dropped open. I laughed and stood, rinsing off completely. He had tangles he was working out of his hair so his hands were still on his head. He was about half hard. I was fully, achingly hard again. "I'm surprised after last night I can get it up," When he didn't take the bait, I took some of my moisturizer and turning off the water, covered my chest and under arms. Then paid special attention to my thighs, they felt a little raw from the run, or was it all the humping last night?

Isaac finally started rinsing his hair. Amazing amounts of soap and long curls swirled off his back. "Isaac?"

"Hmmm?"

"Want some?" I held up the lotion.

"Yeah, I shaved today..." I looked him over; the only thing he shaved was his balls, "I'll borrow some as we go over schedules in a minute. I'll stop by your room..." I'd thought of edging with him up here for a bit....I'd time for quick edge session before I drove....but there was a hesitant hitch in his voice. He was still getting lather out of his hair. "Not long now..."

"That's a lot of hair, man." He laughed. "Looks good on you though."

"Got the urge for 'natural' in Hawaii...I used to shave all over too....but it looks great on you..." He was now visibly rising. I smiled. He finished his hair and turning under the stream rinsed the rest of his body. He had his back to the entrance and was for he first time openly playing with his growing cock...He looked a little wary. 

"Hey, it's cool. I'm not the only one on this floor to play around solo in here. No one's a prude up here. Not saying we should do anything, but jacking is almost normal...."

"Funny, down in the back wing on my floor, guys never show....I've seen more cock in the last two days up here with you than in the last two and a half months down stairs." He kept up the slowest strokes I'd seen. I wasn't touching myself, just letting my cock turn almost red in desire. 

"My room?"

He nodded.

"Dare ya to walk with me just like this....." I stood relaxed and open faced, smiling holding his eye contact. 

Isaac turned off his shower and grabbed his gear. I noticed he had no shave gear. I asked. "Oh, I shave in my room....its not that comfortable downstairs; really...Bryce is pretty harsh at times." I didn't dry off; I wanted the moisturizer to sink in. 

"That's too bad....maybe some of the older guys need to talk with him....we're an open and affirming frat after all...another time we'll talk about it." We were at my door, no one was around...I sat on my chair and put lotion on my calves and forearms. Isaac picked up the bottle and sniffed it, "unscented." I said...."doesn't taste bad either..." I winked. 

"So let's find time to hang out, uninterrupted. Maybe we can reserve my studio if the schedules allow." Isaac said still just holding the lotion. I sat back and put both hands on my balls, smoothing lotion on them. He swallowed and placed a drop on his hand and gave me back the tube. I kept slowly stroking, lifting my ball sack, I scrunched forward until I thought he could see all of me, my hole too. 

He swallowed, "Zach, if I get started....Well, I don't do this...I don't have quickies..."

I smiled, "Good me neither. I'm sorry, I've not been clear...I love, love to edge...to tease myself, that is a way of giving pleasure....until we speak of an agreement to do something its all just show....ok?"

As if a string cut his frown off his forehead, he truly smiled...his eyes too. "Right on..." he lowered his gaze to my hands and matched my speed as he rubbed lotion into his balls a couple of strokes, then grabbed the base of his cock and gave a twisting teasing pull. We stayed like that for almost five minutes by the clock, long enough for Isaac to stop touching himself twice. "I passed out last night and haven't jacked in a few days...I'd better stop or I'll shoot."

I stood, bowlegged for a sec as my balls were aching. I opened my laptop, showed him my calendar. He pointed: "There....Tuesday night. 730. I'm free. You're free. The studio is free." 

I couldn't help myself; I hefted his cock in my hand, "Nice. We'll see you then..."

He took me for serious for a beat, then burst laughing. I slapped his pec, "That's more like it!..." I wiped my hands on my back to get extra lotion off, and then typed him into my calendar. I got his cell number and dialed it so he had mine on his cell in his room. He was looking thru his gear for something.

"Damn I can't find my hair tie." He reached for his towel, "I bet it's on the counter...." 

I took his towel from him...."walk it as is, sexy fucker. You did this in Hawaii, am I right?"

"Huh....how do ya do that? See into me?"

"It's written on your face....I've been growing, trying to see people...It's...well...it's like I'm seeing in color for the first time or something..." I swear to you he shuddered like I'd thrown cold water on him, "What'd I say?"

"My yoga, massage teacher, my guru had me repeating something just like that...I've forgotten some things...." Looking a million miles away, he walked out my door. Only a minute later I heard his steps coming back then his voice, "oh hey Cory...what's up?' 

Cory's response wasn't that clear. Isaac's footsteps paused at Cory's door just out side mine. They had a quiet back and forth and Isaac appeared with a business card in his hand and his hair tied up. He waved the card, "his cousin does bookkeeping for small businesses; I need a tax accountant..." His face was split with a huge grin. "I've got some un-learning to do! Thanks, you!" and he squeezed my shoulder and ran his hand down my side to rest on my ass cheek...

"Thanks your self! I gotta fly...but quick...." I pointed to the calendar again..."Yoga tomorrow morning...I ran today so I won't tomorrow morning...that means I'm free for about an hour after I get up...."

"Yes! There's a session I go to over at Shala studios, but its really crowded and I don't like to drive to the other side of town that early...perfect!" We were both still showing half hard, but the urge had passed. He pulled on his shorts and with a hand shake half hug took off. I got dressed up fast; Mom wanted a 'nice' lunch.



Opening Z Ch. 08



I got in my car just passed noon. I texted Dad to let him know that I was on the road in 5 minutes. He told me to watch traffic on 26. I smirked and texted thanks! I put the phone on hands free and dialed Brett. It rang and went to voice mail. "Hey this is Zach. Just calling to say hey. I'm on my way to lunch with parents. I'll be back in town about 330-400, then I have the house meeting which is over at 6. You still wanna hang out tonight? I'm free for sure. Let me know, k? Call or text back. See ya."

 I was on the highway; I couldn't think of what music to play....I remembered that Moby album Brett had played in the shower...I ought to have it on my phone....yup...for a few miles I just got lost in the music and the hum of the road. I scrolled thru my contacts; my eyes fell on my therapist's number. I dialed.

 She is semi-retired and takes on a few clients. We'd been together for more than ten years. We had the understanding since the bad spell my freshman year that I could call anytime, she'd bill a week day session to my parents account. On the third ring she answered. "Hi, Carol, Zacharias here...how're you?"

 "I'm good, what's wrong?" she was as direct as ever.

 "You're on speaker phone, hands free in my car. Do you have plans for the next hour?"

 I told her everything, well not everything I kept the sex details mostly to myself. I dumped. I got misty eyed in gratitude more than once. She was largely silent. I blew out a huge sigh, "I guess I'm calling to say thanks. I'm living the freedom we discussed within all that abstract talk we covered in sessions."

 "Yes. Yes. I'd say you were....listen Zacharias, You haven't asked anything of me in this call...so I'm not going to advise you on anything....you're happy I can hear it....I accept your thanks then, my friend."

 "That's what I hoped for, just acceptance of what I offer....Carol. I love you, my friend."

 "Well it would be unprofessional of me to reply in kind....but fuck professionalism, I love you too Zacharias." She was the only one who called me that because she made it sound right.

 "I want to call you again, next weekend alright?"

  "Great. Can you email me a time frame, please....I've got some things on my books."

  "Certainly thanks for taking my call....bye."

  "Bye. Next weekend."

  I was exiting the highway almost to the restaurant for lunch. After that call I could face Mom's scrutiny without getting worked up or hurting her feelings. Lunch was fun; I gave all the news from school; asked about their projects. Dad would be travelling for work for a couple of weeks and Mom was joining him for a five day weekend on the end of the trip; we wouldn't meet for three weeks. Then it was crunch time as tournaments started. In a month then I agreed to spend the day with them. I was looking forward to it actually. I meant it and Mom picked up on that. Goodbyes went quick for a change.

I got back in my car; I'd left my phone in the dash. Voicemail and texts. Voicemail first: Brett, "I-I-I-h-h-h-ate th-h-these...y-y-y-yes. S-s-six th-th-th-thirty, ok-ok?"

Then his text, "Sorry I hate voice mail. But I said I'd call. Yes, I would still like to hang, if 630 is still alright with you. I never know if I am understood when I leave a voice message. Text me back if anything changes." 

 The other text was from an unknown number, it was from D, "J said y'all talked a bit this morning. I concur. I want to chill with you....get to know each other. Workout? Study time? Movie/dinner? Open to suggestion...."

 I saved his number and texted back, "Me three!!! I've got a little time here on the road, but I think you're still working. I'll be at the house free time from 400-500....quick bite? Tacos?"

 I started the car and turned on music, even before I got the car into drive he replied, "TACOS!!!" 

 "Funny enough my fave? Tres amigos!"

 "Hahaha. See you. Drive safe."

 I texted the offer to J just in case, he declined as his Mom wanted to see him about the work we'd done the night before. He was off radar for the rest of the night with a triple frown emoji.

 I drove just listening to the music. I thought of the week ahead and opened my calendar on my phone. I highlighted free time what little there was with workouts, practices, class time, course work, and study time and study group. But. But I did have time to myself. Late evenings, Most of the weekends. That same sense of ability, of confidence I'd felt last night was just there for me. 

I made good time, rolled into my parking spot at 345. I tidied my room. I stripped and without a fantasy in my head, just the pure feeling of it edged for 5 rich minutes. I grabbed an old, old pair of jeans, they actually were threadbare on my balls and one back pocket was tore, showing my cheek. My basket bounced and jiggled with the recent edge session and the thought of play time to come. 

 I jogged a little to the taco truck; D was hunched outta the gloom next to the lone bright lamp which gave off some heat. We 'bro hugged' hands clenched between our chests. He said, "I ordered for us...the half dozen, chicken no cheeses, s'alright?" I nodded. My lips tingled in memory of how they felt after blowing him this morning....

 "Dustin?? Taco's ready. Salsa?" The platter made my mouth water. I snagged two and stuffed one half ways in my mouth. The little lady laughed me, "Like a hungry bird!" Her accent was adorable. I mumbled, "gracias.' and tucked my hair back off my left ear. Dustin dropped the change in the jar.

 We were silent. I ate my two, he ate three and nodded at the last one, I shook my head it disappeared. "You look good, nice jeans..." he spoke quietly, "Let's walk back to your house." I could feel him connecting with my balls as they bounced while we walked slowly just chatting. I took my hand outta my pocket and the length of my shaft lay across the pouch made by the worn button fly. 

 "Yeah. I got a friend, teammate coming over to play..." I grinned at how good that felt to just say.

 "Nice, I got video call with Jess, at least I get to see her come, even if I'm not there...." He sighed. 

 "Any way of knowing when she'll be back? You miss her..."

 He nodded, "hell yes I miss her. Never loved anyone that hard." He looked around as if he wasn't sure where he was. "No. No her schedule can change daily since the merger. Another year of unknowns, at least."

 "Dude, I'm sorry, that sucks..." I caught myself, covered my smile with a cough

  D gave a barking laugh, "You almost said, sucks dick didn't ya?"

 I nodded and when he looked at me we both said, "And is sucking dick a bad thing?"

 We were on the steps of the house. I was glad to laugh with him. "C'mon in for a sec?"

 He looked at his phone, upside down it said 440, and "I got time..."

 "I've got a house meeting in a bit, but c'mon up." I showed him around the house; the grand room was filling fast. In my room he flopped on the bed and humped the air for a sec. "What the hell?" Laughing I leaned on my desk.

 "This is where you jack off...just getting a feel for it..." he put his hands behind his head on my pillows, "C'mere a sec..."

 I stepped the pace towards him, he pulled me down on top him....we fit right together. He sucked a kiss outta me hard enough my lips went puffy. The ache between my ass and balls flared up. 

 He broke the kiss, "yup. You make me hot. Not just a one time thing....that's good. J and I got a great friendship, more than friends, really but still comfortable. I want you like that too. I've thought about this today. I know when I fall; I think you and J have too, right?"

 I had a lump in my throat. His hands were in the small of my back and I leaned up to put mine on his pecs...."I thought that exact thing this morning with both of you at different times. Like J said to me, we decide where this goes, k?"

 He pulled me back down lay flat on top of him. "Yup. So fucking glad we're all on board..."

 We just lay and made out for what seemed only a minute. Someone yelled up the stairs, "5 minutes guys, members only in 5 minutes!"

 D and I got up after he drew another hard kiss from me, my lips tingled and it looked like I was almost wearing lipstick. I introduced him to a couple of guys as he left. I saw Dale leaning on the back of one couch; he patted the space next to him. Just as I leaned my hip next to Dale's, Isaac popped up from the kitchen. We made eye contact and he came over and stood on the other side of me. Damn I thought, I'm glad this is an informal meeting, our bitch session. I'd never be able to take notes as secretary in between these two. 

 As it was there wasn't much to bitch about; the usual, pick up after yourself, keep noise down, guests are only during posted hours etc....Dale placed his thick thigh across the back of my legs for a bit. Isaac caught this and I saw that even though he scowled, he had to hide his growing boner with hands in pockets. Dale caught that too. Hell, why not, I thought? I saw my self in a reflection in a mirror in the back of a display case framed by two taller handsome studs.

 My hair was wavy messy behind my ears. My eyes shone and my lips were definitely abused, puffy and deeply flushed. The polo I was wearing showed off my biceps and delts; my nipples were hard little points in front. The shirt was older, thin enough, snug enough that the top two pair of my eight pack abs pressed thru. The jeans hung low on my hips so that when I moved the shelf of the top of my butt was exposed; just a little crack showing too. The jeans hugged my thighs when I moved. My pube showed if I raised my arms. Best asset of all was my basket. The length of my shaft pointed to the left; I was cut so the ridge of my head made a clear line. My balls were cupped nicely by the pouch made from years of wear. When I moved they rolled, shifted in the pouch.

 I leaned back to arch and stretch my back standing; that exposed my pube in my snug old jeans, both guys sideways eyed me. I put my elbows on the back of the couch next and slightly spread my legs, one in front of Isaac, the other in front of Dale. Isaac shifted to bump my ass lightly once with the back of his hand still inside pants pocket. I heard Dale draw in a breath. I stood and twisted my spine hands on hips. I caught eye contact from both of them; Dale actually stared down at my package for a long time. 

 The council announced the agenda then for the formal meeting this Tuesday at 600. I murmured to Isaac, "I'll get a quick run in before we meet at your studio or we can go right from here...?"

 Isaac's, "Right away..." sent a chill thru me. 

 Dale growled out of the side of his mouth, "What was that?"

 "Isaac and are doing yoga and massage together Tuesday right after formal. You and I should hang sometime too..."

 Other side conversations were starting to build, the council called the meeting. I took a step and leaned my ass on the couch facing the two of them. They looked at each other and began puffing up. "Guys. Chill. No alpha male shit, ok?" Isaac gaped and Dale flushed. I crossed my arms and instead of being assertive, I opened up to them uncrossing my arms and putting my hands next to me on the back of the couch. My back was to the room, but it was hard to be vulnerable. "Let's keep things open and friendly."

 They both nodded, looking stunned at my vulnerability. They both kinda stepped closer when a couple of loud whoops came from the TV side of the grand room. "OK that's more like it." I 'bro hugged' Dale then Isaac, "Why don't you guys go have a beer or two, have some cheesy fries for me. I've got a teammate coming over in a bit." They both looked awkward as hell, "oh and I give you both explicit permission to discuss me and recent 'events' in our friendships..." the last I said so only they heard me. I smiled my most winning smile and walked away.

 I got to my room, feeling like I was on the mats with a fresh take down under my belt. I stood for a minute and looked at myself in the mirror, the urge to edge roared up my spine. I stuffed the urge and thumped down in front of my laptop to check email and go over this week's schedule. I jotted a note of thanks to my therapist asking if Saturday midday worked for her. After fifteen minutes of review I was sure I'd get everything done easily and pursue extra-curricular activities.

I had a few minutes to spare. I texted J, "hi! 

I then texted Victoria, "Looking at schedule, filling fast, free Thursday 4-6? Study break?"

 Got this right back from her, "Hell yeah. Meet at library. Go from there?" "Oh yeah." And she came back with, "working late right now, other job, gotta go for the night. Glad you got a hold of me. Bye for now. Kisses"

So I added to my calendar: Brett sun 630-? Isaac Mon yoga 7-8, Brett running Mon 11, J Mon phone lunch, Isaac Tue 630, Vic Thur 4-6....I did stand and fist pumped the sky like a champion. I had a few minutes to kill. I opened the pics from the weekend and lightly traced my balls thru the threadbare jeans. I jumped a little when my phone beeped a text from J. 

 "D called me from Caleb's' phone. D lost his phone in your bed?!? hahaha. He'll be by in a minute to grab it..." I lifted the covers, no phone. I looked under the bed, no phone. I moved the pillows, there it was. I heard him bounding up the stairs. He grinned and slid the phone into his back pocket. "Where's you buddy, Brett?"

 "Not due for another few minutes yet....when do you see Jess?"

 "Half hour." His grin was infectious.

 "What're you smiling at?"

  "I'm glad I'm so spacey..."

  "Really? Why's..."

  He cut me off by nibbling my lower lip and lifting me off the floor by grabbing both my ass cheeks. His smoothness in setting us down on the bed was awesome. We kissed until I needed to breathe. He stood up, jeans tented by his boner; mine was poking up from the inside of my left pocket. He spied my calendar open on my laptop, "keep Friday booked for us three, ok?" I nodded from my bed. He tapped in "Tres amigos" at 7 Friday night. He readjusted his tented jeans, stuffed one hand to pocket hide his lessening boner, "Gotta run but can I take a pic of you right now for Jess and J?"I nodded. They both texted back, 'hawtie!' This is still one of my favorite pics of me. I walked him down the stairs. My phone beeped from my back pocket.



Opening Z Ch. 09



A text from Brett, "hahaha. Worst nightmare: I went to the wrong Frat and couldn't say your last name. Meet me outside?" 

I groaned and showed D the text who was confused, "He stammers really badly" D gave the 'oh no' face and we went outside. I looked up and down the block but didn't spot his copper hair. D said, "That him?" Across the street with a cap and hoodie on was Brett: I called his name and waved. 

He was a bundle of fleece covered nerves. I gripped his bicep after the usual, 'bro hug.' "Dustin, this is Brett." Dustin rough hugged him too. Brett got out a mumbled, "Hey." D said, "Good to meet you, off to Skype the gal pal." Brett's eyes tracked him as he walked away. 

"Sorry I didn't give you the house address, my bad, c'mon inside." He had his hands in is fleece pockets, almost on his toes swaying a bit. His ear buds dangled down his front. He hadn't stepped towards the house and looked up at it with fear.

"N-n-n-not t-t-too many g-g-guys a-a-a-ro-ro-round, k?" He didn't look at me but was looking at the house like he was tracing exit routes. 

"Nope most guys are out after the house meeting and my floor is usually empty. We can go right to my room if ya want."

He nodded and braced himself. Fortunately we met no one. Voices were raised in the grand room and on the first floor back wing, but that was it. "Nice nice h-h-house." Was what he said as we passed the fourth floor landing. Cory's door was closed next to my room. I stopped and pointed out a tour. "Bathrooms here." Just to the right of the landing. "M's room, Mike. We've got four Mikes. This one is 'M" he spends most of his time at his girl's, rarely in the house longer than a few hours. This room is my friend Carl's. He's away for a conference until Tuesday. Great guy. This one is Elliot's. Don't really know him, he's a senior and basically lives with his girl too; I think they're getting married soon. Next to me is Cory. He's real quiet, rugby player, seems to almost never leave his room. He works all the time on finishing double major. Here's me..."

I realized I was being chatty. I leaned on the door frame and couldn't see his eyes under the cap rim. "B-b-ba-ba-bathroom." And he was gone. I stood there arms straight hands in pockets. He had at least opened his fleece when he came back. He poked his head around the door, "b-b-big-big-bigger than than I-I-I thought..."

"Hey, Brett, would you rather go and do something...I don't want you to be uncomfortable....what do you need, buddy?"

"A-a-a l-l-lit-little ti-ti-time to un-un—unwi-unwind. Th-th-th-th-at w-w-wa-was bad." His stammer was pretty drawn out. He still hadn't unhunched himself. 

"C'mon in....did you see coach's email about practices? We get into the small gym starting tomorrow! No more open gym, and I hear they've redone the old locker room so it's attached to the wrestling room and only team members and athletic majors have access."

He leaned against my desk as I sat in my chair. He did set his bag on the floor. "Y-y-yeah, s-s-s-saw it last w-w-week. I work f-f-for co-co-coach."

"Nice! I just got the email about switching lockers today; I'll do it tomorrow when I'm on campus." 

"C-c-c-cool," he took off his fleece. He had on only a tight white T-shirt. Like me he was showing nipples and abs. He glanced at the door a couple of times. He was wearing thick dark jeans and a sturdy belt. "C-c-c-can we-we-we close-close the door? I-i-i-wi-wish we were at-at the s-s-s-stu-studio."

"Familiar territory and all that?" I nodded and he closed the door. His shoulders went down a bit. "Just talk to me, tell me what's what, ok?" I put on that Moby album from the other day; that got a tight smile. 

"C-c-c-an w-w-we do yo-yo yoga h-h-here?"

"Hell yeah!" I stood and put the chair on my desk and moved his bag to my bed and reached for my mat under my bed. He took off his ear buds finally and kicked off his running shoes. 

"M-m-may I?" pointing to my laptop. I thought he was gonna change music, but he logged on to a yoga website and chose a practice. "G-g-g-good s-s-s-stuff."

"Change into gear here? Or do you want..."

"Not-not-not th-that shy, not th-th-that w-w-aay...." He popped off his belt and jeans, he was wearing black yoga shorts under his jeans, and he peeled off his socks and unrolled a fabric yoga mat from his backpack. I could see he was free balling this time under his yoga shorts. He looked at me still in my jeans and polo, "Or are-are-are- y-y-you th-th-that sh-sh-shy?"

I dropped trou right there; my cock released so suddenly it made a small slap on my thigh, stood digging thru my dresser in my polo and bare ass. I remembered my yoga shorts were in the drier. Without a blink I opened the door and walked across the hall to the laundry closet. Brett's fish face was classic. I pulled out my gear from the laundry. Took off my polo and said, "I gotta piss first." My strut felt so good. He was watching me the whole way, his head leaning out my door.

I piled my laundry under one arm and holding my lengthening cock in the other closed the door. I put the shorts on and said, "Shy, what's that?"

He shook his head and touched his brow in salute. Our mats were side by side, it was a tight fit; we'd have to alternate directions a lot to do poses, but it'd work. He saw my space heater and turned it on. Without a word he started streaming the yoga practice. With a few bumps and laughs, once knocking each other totally off balance, we got thru the 75 minute session. 

It was one of the memorable sessions of my life. I felt every nuance of every pose. We didn't really speak at all. I felt horny; but I was feeling I think nearly every other emotion and sensation too. Looking back at it the combination of sexiness, friendliness, the comfort of home, my rising confidence and openness added to the intensity. Brett's face was shining like mine. He took a deep breath; we were laying head to toe, "The. Best. Ever," those three words were slow and spaced apart. 

I lifted my head to make eye contact, "Me too." He sat up and drank deeply from his water bottle, handing it to me when I weakly gestured for mine across the room. I sat up too. We were now facing opposite directions but really kinda knee to knee. I handed him back the bottle. "Come shower with me?" I felt sticky from the exertion and the muggy heat in the small room....

He flipped his hair back...."Shower. Come. With. Me?" the play on words was worth the wait of him spacing out the sentence. The emphasis on the second word had us snickering. He pushed down on my knees to stand up and held a hand for me. We bumped full body as I stood. I smirked and hooked my thumbs in his waist band pantsing him in a flash. I kicked my shorts off as I dashed out the door. Fresh folded towels were on top of the drier, I grabbed two. 

He was right behind me, skidded into me on the shower floor. The steamy room was more of a vertical wrestling match as we grappled and laughed quietly. We didn't get too involved but both of us showed big boners and every part of my body felt his tickle or grope. I got some handfuls too. When we stopped playing and the humping got serious, I pulled away and said, "My room..." He nodded. 

I didn't dry off there, leaving wet footprints and water spots on the hall carpet. I toweled my hair in my room. He shut the door behind us. "When do you have to leave?" I hadn't asked what his schedule was, figured he tell me when he was due home. Our 'curfew' is 10 pm, but really if guests aren't in common areas no one cares. 

"I-I don't h-have a curfew, b-but you do, r-right?"

"Well no minors in upstairs in private areas and no guests in living areas after 10 pm curfew...."

"D-d-doors' cl-closed, huh?" He grinned and flipped that damn hair again. 

"YUP." I handed him some of my running shorts and put a pair on too, "We should get supplies from down stairs, I usually snack about this time." He put on my shorts but had them riding pretty high on his hips; before I put mine on I adjusted him, lowering the waist until his sexy hip channels were the focus of his abs. I gave him a sleeveless T that was too short in the torso to cover the gap; then dressed just as showy. 

"D-d-dun-dunno dude..." 

"You wear less in a match, a singlet and jock are just as showy....step up man." And I opened the door and gestured for him to precede me. The blush was visible on his shoulder blades too. Surprisingly we only ran into one guy, Chet who had his nose buried in a text book. In the kitchen I pointed out his reflection in the hall's giant mirror. I caught him glancing back a couple of times. We strolled back upstairs a flight, he asked about the back wing. I gave him a tour and thought I heard muffled grunts in Isaac's room. I explained what I thought was going down; I swear his blush was clear down to his pubes. 

On the fourth floor landing I lifted my shirt off and stood there hands full of snacks and juice. Brett needed no urging, took of his shirt too. By the time we climbed to the fifth floor I had my shorts off....Brett held my butt cheek for a long moment then dropped his shorts off too. The hard-ons from the shower sprung alive between us and we groped and grappled in the hall. 

I closed the door and I think for the first time ever turned the bolt on instinct for Brett's sake. He leaned against me on the door and sighed in my neck. "Do you want to stay the night?"

"I sh-shoulda ask-asked. I didn't didn't plan on g-going home." 

"Hot!"

I managed to get my hands emptied and kept him close to me against the wall, "Tell me what you want..."

"I-I-I w-w-ant to em-em-empty our b-b-balls a-anyway possible" this was said in my ear. 

"Look at me and say that."

He repeated it steady and clear. "I'm usually good for three loads....You?"

"D-dunno. Nev-never had the chance."

I flopped back on my bed....arms over head. Legs bent just a bit...."Well....get to it....but you got tell me what you want to do..." 

"Lets wre-wre-wreslte, and-and not stop t-t-t-til we c-c-come?" There was a real hitch in his voice that told me that was very hard for him to ask....I nodded.

He bent and pushed our yoga mats together making an arena for us. He knelt on the mat. I rolled off my bed and turned my ass towards him got on my hands and knees. He scooted up to press his face into my shoulder blades. I spun around and had him pinned in a flash. I know I caught him off guard. He frowned and took the bottom starting position this time. I set my hand on his tailbone. I nestled my thighs against his and when I folded my face to his shoulder blades, my warm cock was right between his cheeks. This was a fair start and we quickly got sweaty.

Singlets do help your grip we discovered....it became laughable as we were so slippery from sweat that neither could manage a hold. I slid once and bonked my head on his knee hard enough to yelp. We laughed ending up lying chest to chest. I looked up and saw my lotion from me and Isaac's after shower edge. I hooked it with my foot. It thumped next to me; Brett didn't really see what it was. I plopped a giant gob on his abs, "fuck this, if we're gonna be slippery..."

I sat up and laughing used my ass and balls sack to spread the lotion all over him from thighs to navel. He just spread eagled and met my ass with thrusts upward, sideward, any ways....I tipped forward and before I thought about it sucked his lips into my mouth. That was his 'on switch," I found myself spread eagle face down his hands gripping my ass harshly, his cock suddenly under my body sliding up my ball sack giving my cock strokes...he leaned down and said, "Do. That. Again."

I craned my neck sideways and sucked his lips harder into my mouth, a whining moan and he pumped my cock with his from behind....faster and faster. I broke the kiss, "wait, that's too hard on my neck"...I flipped under him,, wrapped my legs around his thighs, that put his cock under me, sliding over my hole and caught between my cheeks and the mats...I wrapped my arms around him, growled, "Fuck me like this until you come.....it gets me hot enough I may shoot too..." I got his lips in my grip and he was off....he moved enough that sometimes his cock was thrusting at my tailbone, sometimes alongside my own oozing cock. 

I found I could clench my abs and create more friction and tension between us....we were close. I'd had my hands up on his arms or shoulders. On instinct and to pull him tighter to me I grabbed his squared off thighs at the butt crease. "YES" he tightened above me and got into short pushes on top of my cock. I didn't need to be told twice. My middle finger did those magic circles on his hole. He put his mouth in mine; I bit and sucked his lips......

I had an animal between my legs....if he'd had his mouth free from mine I think he would have thrown his head back and howled....as it was he couldn't. But his ass did open around my finger. I hit his prostate hard and deep. He gasped and looked at our slick cocks....his load hit him twice in the mouth, he angled differently and came on my hole....the heat was amazing and I shot on his face too, three good wads....

"Yes. yes yes yes...." He wasn't stuttering just saying it. He did that hair flip, still stuck to me with my legs around him, my finger in his ass, "Zach. Zach. God. Thank you so much."

We had spasms in unison for a moment. I started to pull my finger out, his hand shot back there and pushed it deeper. "No. Fuck me please. My my c-cock will s-st-stay hard...." I unwound my arms and legs, keeping his hot button under pressure. He crept to lean his chest on my bed his ass right in front of me, "I-I d-d-don't get ass-ass-ass play ever at home. You can m-m-make m-m-me come..." 

I knelt beside him and added some lube to my hand. Not sure what I was doing I began wiggling against his button. He met me with backward pushes and sighs. I added a second finger and a third easily. He flipped over on to his back, feet on the edge of the bed. I remembered how hard J came on my cock the other night. I wanted to be inside of Brett....

He made tiny movements around my three fingers; was oozing a drop of clear precum and kept looking at my face behind his cock as I knelt below him. He smeared his drops of precum in his still messy cock...."I-I love c-c-coming l-l-like this. I've o-o-on-only done i-i-it in the sh-sh-shower at the the s-s-studio"

"So you've never had anyone else play with you like this?"

He bit his lip and shook his head, ending by that damn cute hair flip. I was torn between giving him what he wanted, was used to, and the urge to fuck, to fuck him, to see him come like J did....he was moving in little circles, I only wriggled my fingers. It was his ride. 

I kissed his big balls. "B? Can I try something?"

He nodded. I saw my grin in my mirror, my cock got more rigid. I slid my fingers out gently and just rubbed his balls and ass. I silently got a condom on....and made little circles on his hole with the swelling head of my cock. His eyes rolled. He seemed to hold his breath. "Zach. Be. My. First. Fuckme Fuckme..."

Just a little pressure and most of the head was in the outer walls....he broke a sweat. I gripped his hips afraid he would push too far too fast. J was experienced and he had difficulty with my size. I backed and pushed, backed and pushed but got no deeper. He was really into it so I kept it up. I dipped my head and wrapped my lips around the head of his cock.

He gulped air. His ass eased open; the whole head was inside of him. I bobbed down on his cock, my watering mouth alive with his taste. I slid in another rim of muscle inside. He made that 'ungh' J had made. I couldn't really take any more of the bend in my neck to get at his cock, but I wanted to....the combination of being inside and having him inside made me dizzy.

He pushed down with his ass and gasped pain on his face. I didn't move, then he did it again and I slid half way up his ass.....I scraped his hot knob on the pull back, the eye roll and "ungh, ungh, ungh!" told me his ass was alive with pleasure...."hold still," he put a hand on my chest. He stroked the full length of his cock a few times. My thighs were fighting me. I wanted to pound him into an orgasm. 

He pulled my mouth over the head of his cock; the sharp taste of fresh precum sent a clench into my abs. I poked him hard and he grabbed the edge of the bed, "again" and I backed and poked just that way again. We found our fuck. He couldn't take all my length but we got it....

He became immobile, juts one hard clenching muscle. I found I could go down on him, pulling out, pushing in I almost let his head out of my mouth. The feel of slippery precum on my lips and tongue, the building friction on my dick of his muscle butt; I was gonna come too..."z-z-z-Zach!!" 

His legs went higher to his chest, he caught my hair in his hands sweat plastered his hair to his face. I felt the swell on his cock just in time to grip it at the base and close my lips. He shot hard, harder. His ass pushed my cock out. His fingernails dug into my shoulder. I jammed two fingers back into him ass, he bounced all over on his back, turning on the bed. I jumped with him; was now kneeling between his legs on the bed. I got my cock back inside him in a grunt from me. 

He clawed my ass cheeks and got one leg up the wall. I rabbit fucked him, short strokes but enough to scrape his button and get my knob squeezed. He was trying to say something, "o—n-n—" but my fuck was keep his breath away, "on-on m-m-my face!!"

That did it I was kneeling over his chest tearing the condom in half to get it off....I aimed and got his forehead, sticking more of his copper bangs to his face. I dumped a load all over his forehead, cheek and jaw. I fell on top of him. There wasn't a dry spot on him, with our come and sweat way too much lotion.

Brett lifted one arm to wipe his face, the sound of his forearm detaching in a suction sound from my belly sent us giggling. When I opened the door, it was dark in the hall; we padded down to the showers. Scrubbed clean I rinsed with mouthwash. Brett went into one of the toilets and took some time. I went to my room. I heard the shower again briefly then Brett appeared at the door, deeply blushed, "You alright?"

He nodded and closed the door, "y-y-yeah. Just just had t-t-to go." I didn't know what to say, "s-s-s'all good, r-r-re-really." He smiled and swigged some juice. My belly rumbled. I snagged some fruit and yogurt; the first bite of yogurt was wrong: I was too minty from mouthwash. Brett chuckled. I tossed an apple at him on the other end of the bed; he caught it in one hand and crunched it.

We snacked in silence. I wondered where my phone was, craned up and saw it on my dresser. It was blinking with messages. I stood and said, "Ya mind?" and waved my phone at him. He shook his head. Two texts from study group, nothing to worry about now. Isaac texted, "7? Yoga, your room?" I looked at Brett who was lost in thought, I texted back, "hell yeah!" I sat next to him.

"Glad you're crashing here, what's your day like tomorrow?"

"R-r-real full, full; I-I-I gotta be up, up, up at s-s-six t-t-to op-op-open stu-studio. Work f-f—for-for co-coach t-til e-e-e-leven. R-r—run with yy-y-you, c-c-class all aft-aft-afternoon. C-c-clean stu-stu-studio. C-c-c-ouples couples counseling w-w-with Qui-qui-qui-Quinn. Home, th-th-then homew-w-wo-work," he blew out a sigh, "You?"

I beamed at him a sec, "I think you just tripled the total of all the things you've said to me...." I pushed him on the hip, he looked hurt for a sec but when he looked at me; he goofy smiled back, "I got yoga here with Isaac at 7, then house business for a bit, class til we meet to run. Hopefully hang over lunch with J, maybe D. Then class all afternoon. I'll take a break to workout before dinner. Homework before bed, but I may flip workout and study time. Oh yeah gotta update locker and stuff when we run. Practice starts Tuesday, right?"




Opening Z Ch. 09



He was wiping apple juice off his hands, "yeah at f-f-four. I-I-I c-can s-s-save you t-t-time and and and sw-sw-switch l-lo-lockers when I-I-I w-w-work. There there there'll be a line." 

"Oh cool thanks. Be right back." I made a quick trip to the bathroom, 

I met him in the hall carrying my yoga mat which he tossed in the shower and soaped it down, "w-w-wash th-th-this more of-of-often, k? I-I-I s-s-smelled it the the the other day." He wrinkled his nose. He rinsed it while I brushed my teeth. He left it dripping over a towel bar, left and came back with his own toothbrush. We mugged in the mirror foamy mouthed. He showed me how to wring out most of the water out of my mat. In my room he unrolled it and hung it over my chair on my desk, it was next to the space heater. 

We sat on the bed; I grabbed my laptop to change music for a minute we sat and scrolled thru my choices. He nodded. Then cocked his head, his hand hovering over mine on the keyboard. He put his finger to his lips. Bed squeaks thru the wall....Cory was spanking it! I'd only heard that a couple of times before. It ended in a louder series of creaks pretty quick. I wondered if he'd been listening to us.....I have a futon so no noise from that, I thought back and realized we had had the most quiet sex ever. 

Brett cupped my balls and his own, "t-t-two down....t-t-two to go?"

"I dunno dude, I've come a lot this weekend.....but I've got one boiling up now..."

He put the laptop on my desk. With one hand, he pushed my right thigh wider, and then in a swoop took my half hard dick deep into his mouth catching me off guard. When he backed off I was shiny wet and almost fully hard, "n-n-n-night of of f-f-firsts!" 

Folding sideways I drew him into my mouth. We couldn't deep throat, neither of us was skilled enough and we both had big dicks, but we rocked the 69. My jaw started to ache but the hot tingle in my mouth had me intent on coming together. It was non-stop. I managed to look down just as he took most of me into his mouth; that jerked my balls up tight to my shaft. We grunted and he grabbed my balls and base and nudged my mouth off him. 

Our blasts were one after the other. I got to see me shoot, him shoot, me shoot, him shoot then dribbles as we waved thru the climax. Our chests and upper bellies were coated. We hugged in the 69 then I flipped up to drop back on the pillows next to him. He found a sheet in the pile behind him and tossed it over us although it was quickly pushed off as the space heater was cranking. My lips felt puffy and the back of my throat...felt...I dunno it was like I could feel it for the first time...I saw him swallowing a few times. 

"Feels kinda odd back there huh?" my voice was a little hoarse. He nodded.

"But th-that! That was hot." I nodded.

I was drowsy relaxing...

His arm under his head Brett was asleep. I got the lights set my phone alarm for six in case he hadn't set his and dropped off to sleep on my back, Brett and I just touching here and there. 

I guess it was the rain pounding on the window in the hall that woke us. We had shifted around Brett was my little spoon now. We were still coverless and I had my hand wrapped around Brett's almost hard cock. I was still for a while when he said, "y-y-you gonna do s-s-s-something with that?" and flexed his pube muscles so his cock jumped in my hand. It was very dark, early morning I think. He rolled on top of me pushing my arms over my head and putting one thigh between mine so we were able to twine legs. 

He humped hard and put his mouth right into mine. I bit and teased his lips. He got me hot. Soon we were rocking together our hands locked over my head on the pillow. We came in dribbles but still, "S-s-so g-g-good!!" We slept again.



Opening Z Ch. 10



I woke up to a blow job. Brett was curled between my thighs groaning quietly around my half hard. I was tender. I pulled his head up and said, "Sorry, I need some rest...I'm a little tender..." He groaned again and I felt his massive erection on my hip when he settled next to me. I had to piss. I said so and got up. I looked at my phone it was 544. 

When I crawled back next to him he had his dick in hand. "C'mere,"....I turned him sideways on the bed, spread his legs wide. He rested his head on the wall. I turned on a night light so he could see. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, my ass stuck out towards the mirror I blew him.

Like blowing D, I wanted to give him this. Wanted to have him have this pleasure. I kept him from using his hands; I did all the work, when he really got into it he was flat on the bed, the only movement he made was his abs and hips clenching around my bobbing mouth. We were looking at each other and I knew from the change in his face he was getting closer and closer. 

I pressed both of my middle fingers simultaneously up, in and then on his hard prostate. He came, the first up thrust was a dry heave, and I held his cock squeezing just below the head. The come oozed out I lubed the last tormenting stokes with that fifth 

come. I curled on top of him, mostly hard but drained and tender too. 

Our phone alarms blipped at the same time, in different tones. We scrambled to turn them off. He kissed me, "M-m-Mornin," 

"Hey," my voice cracked I was so hoarse. He laughed and hugged me on the bed. 

"C-c-can I shower be-be-before I g-go?"

Rubbing my eyes I nodded and together we went and took quick ones. Someone, Cory I think had just been there as it was still a bit steamy. At my door, Cory opened his door fully clothed and didn't see us at first. I don't know who was pinker: Brett, buck ass naked or Cory fully dressed and staring at two naked guys. I introduced them; they did shake hands and mumble. My voice was rasping. Cory gave a little smile and left. 

I lay down; I had 45 minutes until Isaac came for yoga. I might doze I thought. Before he finished dressing Brett sat on the bed to tie his shoes. I curled over his back in a shoulder hug. "You'll talk to me if you need to, right?" he nodded, "I'll see you at 11 to run. Call or text is alright too."

I-I-I like t-t-to t-t-take my t-t-t-time t-t-to mean wh-wh-what I say." 

I pushed him shirtless back on to my bed and gently kissed him. I did what I wanted. I held his gaze in silence. Then we shifted and he got dressed. He did look back, ear pods in one hand door knob in the other. "Th-this night m-means a-a-lot to us, I could n-n-not've im-imagined a bet-better man." He got shy and flipped his bangs. 

I got teary eyed. I stood and hugged him again. His example of silent meaningfulness was awesome. "You are a better man than you know. I believe in saying this when I feel it: I love ya....I fall quick but sure about it."

"I-I-I did-didn't, wa-wa was afraid to say it. I love ya too, too." 

With a smile he opened the door; it was cooler in the hall. "See you at the gym."

"Bye."

I flopped back on my futon. The room was cozy warm. I rolled over and my dick actually twinged a little, "Can you have too much sex?" I asked my pillow. I was restless. Isaac wouldn't be here for 45 minutes; I hoped to doze off. When I rolled over again, cock flopped and I groaned, I was tender. I grabbed the first pair of comfy boxer briefs I could reach and putting a pillow between my slightly chapped thighs let my mind wander.

I hadn't come since March. Now in the last three days...I had to stop and count: Thursday, once jacking off. Friday, twice with J. Saturday, four times with J and D, Sunday four times with Brett; 11 orgasms in about 80 hours. I thought about all the edging I'd done too...the shower with Dale, and Brett, the solo in the hallway. Getting Isaac to show and strut....my lips tingled again at the memory of D's hungry kisses.

My hips rose a tad and I pressed my package against my pillow. The tenderness was there but so was the great achiness that signaled another boner building in my balls. I heard footfalls on the carpet outside my door. A soft knock and, "Zach?" It was Isaac.

From my futon, "its open, Isaac."

The light was sharp but brief. "You awake?"

"Not really," I tapped the small light near my headboard and rolled over. I had a small precum spot on my briefs. Isaac had on flannel pajama bottoms and a long sleeve T, "C'mon in. Sit." His eyes stayed on my body, my face, my abs, my come stain.

He set his mat and water down, lifted his shirt off, "it's nice in here. Hallways are freezing." I sat up and rubbed my eyes, smoothed my hair.

"Man, I'm drained." His flannels were snug to his hips....he looked relaxed. 

"Whatcha been up to? You do look kinda beat..."

I thought for a moment and gave him the run down..."Celibate for six months, I've come 11 times in the last 80 hours." I waited for judgment.

"Seriously? That's amazing, some kinda record! The best I ever did was a return trip to Hawaii; I had 6 in about a day and a half." I think that was the first I'd really see him blush.

"We'll have to swap stories some time."

"Definitely! Kinda sucks though...I haven't come in 5 days and spent the night edging...got thumping in my room in fact. Now we're in different places again."

"Ha! I was showing a friend the house and we heard you...I thought..."

"What?"

"Well, last I saw you, you and Dale were...."

"Dale and I got drunk and talked. We went to his room, put on a movie. He fell asleep. I went to my room. He texted apologies and asked to get a long massage. We're gonna hook up at some point."

"Nice! Sorry you had a shorter night than you expected though..."

"S'all good. It's warm I here...can I lose these?" and plucked one thigh of his flannels.

"Oh sure, no problem." He was wearing tight boxer briefs too. "Whatcha wanna do?"

"I usually do some intense flow yoga to get my blood up....you look like you could use some rebuilding, buddy."

"Sounds good...you'll lead practice? I'm not that familiar with flow..."

"Yep. C'mon lazybones."

Heavily repetitive, non-stop I was sweating in the first 10 minutes as was Isaac. I said, "Water," and paused for a gulp. He did too. I rolled down my sopping briefs. Isaac dropped his too. For the next 25 minutes his voice directed us in liquid rhythms. Our breathing was timed to the movements. I crossed some boundary, like when I run; hit the wall in a good way. I felt a tingle begin behind my balls. I know I started to show hard. Once quick look and Isaac was ahead of me; he was dripping hard. 

"Cool down series..." he almost whispered. 

"Honestly, I could do more..."

"We're gonna be close to 8:00. Didn't you have a thing this morning?"

"Nothing important. I can email my question anytime today."

"Alright then. Lets do the standing series again." We went thru another 15 minutes both of us with fully hard cocks. I'd never seen how some yoga poses really show off the body. The tingle behind my balls, now a full erection, began to spread up my tummy and chest, settling in the back of my throat. When I identified it for what it was: the urge to suck cock, I stumbled a bit in a transition.

"OK. Cool down now."

Smaller, slower movements, then stillness flat on my back. My cock left a drool that was slipping down the side of my belly on to the mat below me. When I looked up below Isaac's navel was shiny with precum.

I sighed deeply and Isaac moaned in satisfaction. We sat up, side by side then stood, turned and he bowed to me, I followed his lead. On my way up from the waist bent bow, I said, "You're leading...what's next?"

"Let's edge together. Then shower. I'd like to build up to our time tomorrow night in the massage studio."

I was relieved, I could feel tenderness in the ridge of my cock and I didn't think I could come, even though I was hard. "MMM, sounds great...." And I started teasing the base of my dick. Isaac puts his hands on my shoulders and nudged me back on the futon. He licked his palm and kneeling around my thighs grabbed both of our hard-ons. 

In a quick minute of stroking our combined precum had us thrusting into his hands. I put my hands on his hips and using all my strength massaged deep into his wiry frame; this got him groaning. The tenderness was replaced with heat. "I could come like this, buddy, its fucking hot."

"Maybe we won't edge?" 

"You're in the lead...."

"I'm gonna make us come then..." and he ground against his fists faster.....we got the humping squeezing perfected.....he released one of his hands, grabbed mine and we fucked our fists between us. He added a couple hot wet spit gobs. He sat straight up and I saw him roll his eyes back, then reach out to me like he hadn't done yet. For the first time we were really together. 

"God your cock is hot....come together. Let's shoot all over each other, Isaac!" I hadn't talked dirty really before but it made me hotter and it got to him too....With my free hand I grabbed cupped his butt; he was teasing my nipples and pecs. "Gimme your load dude, cover me with it!"

He shot onto my 8pack and creamy come filled my navel, making drips down my oblique abs. I pushed our cocks to point up at his belly. I shot, it was hard to do and kinda painful in my ass muscles but it sprayed up, collecting around the bottom curve of his left pecs and coating his thigh. He fell sideways on the bed. I pounced on top of him and humped him hard to draw out the crazy jerks he was having. He let me keep at it until I couldn't take it anymore.

I filled my hands with his curly hair and touched foreheads. "Fuck yeah. That was hard and amazing. You are hot, dude."

"I so wanted to keep that going...I forgot how strong a male lover can be, how that strength can add so much. Damn you are sexy when you come!"

I laughed. "And I'm not sexy other times?"

He snorted, "No dude, you're sex walking....and that open look you give some one....damn. You..." he shook his head...

"Please go on...." We laughed tiredly.

"You make me want to give pleasure again. I found that gift in my training. I've lost in the craziness of this world. And in two days time you've awakened me...thanks for that..."

I didn't know what to say; I looked him in the eye, "I usually think its cheesy but: Namaste!" I paused he replied in kind, and then I added "sexy fucker!" and slapped his abs.

We levered up and drank big gulps of the coconut water he'd brought. I picked up the towels from Brett and me and got two more out of the closet. We showered, chatting about people we knew from the yoga studio. We dressed quietly in my room; the chill off the hallway thru the partly open door reminded me I had to pack cold weather gear for running. It hit me: I no longer felt drained.

I was silently chuckling shaking my head as I packed my back pack for the day. When he asked I said, "a dozen come shots in three days!!!" He offered a high five: I snagged a groping hug instead.

Isaac went to his room. I popped down to the kitchen thinking I was ready to go out for the day. It was chilly in the kitchen and the rain was hitting the tall windows almost sideways. I had on my usual: briefs under jeans, sweater and fleece. Hmmm. I went back upstairs and dug out a pair of running tights. As I pulled them over my ass, they made a nice grippy pouch, like a soft hand cupping my cock and balls. That'll do I thought.

I switched jeans to the old worn pair from yesterday and knew that I was showing off: the blue shiny fabric of the tights would further highlight the thinness of my jeans' crotch. But that was fine, because I wouldn't even get the chance to do more than think about sex. Mondays suck.

No wait, I realized today wasn't gonna suck. I had four! buddies, four lovers, that I was gonna connect with and a campus full of potential. Something Isaac said rang back to me: I can give the gift of pleasure. I dipped my head at the wind and scooted off to campus. I had an hour and forty five minute class; my notes for participation were in order. As I settled in to my desk, seeing everyone hunch and grump. I gotta say I felt like I was on the mat facing a bigger meaner opponent but knew I could win. I had them laughing in short order. Class was a blast. The TA even thanked me. 

Brett sent me a text during class that I saw as I left, "New locker, 57H, left side near PT room. See you in 10?"

"Yup, on my way... thanks, man. How're you?"

"A little worn...did yoga, worked. Ready to sweat. Q flipped. I let her freak and plan on dealing during session. How're you?"

"Sorry to hear Q flipped, you can deal....Drained...12 O's in 80 hours! Great yoga with Isaac, ending with #12 O. Tender in spots, but ALIVE! Putting phone away to dash to open gym to empty old locker. See you in 10." 

I got to the 'new gym', the one we on team call the open gym compared to the 'old gym' which was closed to team members and athletic department only. I emptied my locker and passed my padlock and ID thru the scanner and left. Wasn't gonna miss much, except the random chances to show off. It was drafty and during class hours packed. In the old gym we team members had services dedicated to performing better; we could feel we were a community. My first semester of freshman year we were in the old gym; they closed it for renovations.

I saw Brett huddled in a doorway, hoodie up, listening to his headphones. He saw me; the connection was there still. We got out of the rain, "n-n-n-nasty out!" The place smelled of paint and polish, but looked great. We had to show and scan our student ID's to get pass the lobby. Brett nudged me at the line as others had to wait to get registered for a locker. He palmed me a slip of paper with my combo, "y-y-you can-can-can ch-ch-ch-ange it whenever you w-w-want to..."

"Thanks man," I shook my cap off, "wow...holy...wow..." the new locker room was amazing. I wanted to just drop my shit and wander but I needed to run today and Brett was snickering at my wide eyed excitement. He'd seen it during and after the remodel. I got to my locker, his was four lockers over. 

"Th-th-they s-s-space out th-the t-t-teams....f-f-football, b-b-b-basket-b-ball, s-s-sw-swimming...wr-wr-wrestling...." He pointed at lockers in a row, "s-s-so no no no one is s-s-s-side by s-side....o-o-oh cool!" He pointed to a tacked up sign: the pool was re-opened too. "L-l-laps in-instead of g-g-getting w-w-et?"

I just laughed, "Dork." And it took him a moment to think it through. He hung his head in shame. I got my locker open and dumped my shit in. I stripped and naked walked over to piss at the urinals. Brett was naked when I got back; his locker was just 4 away from mine. I couldn't find my trunks at first but got them on just as Brett tugged the tie on his Speedos, goggles in one hand. 

I had no idea what changes they'd made, Brett led me around a corner and up a short stairs, and the smell of chlorine and warm moist air smacked me as he opened a door. They had re-arranged the hallways. We stretched a bit. That was when I noticed the red marks on Brett's neck, pecs and thighs...."Dude, did I do that?"

"Ye-ye-yes and n-n-no...I get ch-ch-chafed all the t-titme. Th-thin skin." He shrugged. 

"Thirty minutes of laps?" he nodded and dove in. He was a better swimmer and out paced me. Winded, we finished our time. The shorted hallway was nice and warm. In the locker room, Brett grabbed a towel stripped off his Speedos; his cock shrunk tight to his body and said, "C-C'mon." I stripped too and followed.

They'd added a steam room, sauna and hot tubs! Only accessible thru the locker room. Brett dropped his towel on a bench in the steam room, flopped down and sighed. A few guys were coming and going, getting their new lockers but no one was using the facilities. I immediately thought of edging and it started to show. Brett gave a little laugh and we slow jacked for a few minutes, keeping an eye on the door. 

I got too hot and we peeked out; no one was on our end of the locker room. We cooled down and got in the hot tub. He didn't take much time to seek out my hard-on under water. We just lay our heads back and played with each other. I couldn't help see the clock. It was almost noon and I was starving. He saw me looking at the wall clock, sighed and nodded. Before I stood up I grabbed him and sucked his kiss for a long minute; we were lost in it when loud banging from the lockers made us jumping. The shower cooled down our cocks. It was a great half hour edge. 

Someone was having trouble with their combo. We walked to our lockers, naked and strutting. Getting dressed was hard; it was so warm and comfy in here. "I-I-I'll c-call later?" as he was closing his locker. 

"Yeah, do that. I may be back here to do weights at some point, so text first, k?"

We sideways hugged before getting slammed by the wind and rain, sleet too I think. He jogged off towards center of campus. J had texted while we were in the hot tub, "Me and D @ Thai Spring in 20 minutes. Eat?"

"On way now. Order for me? Pad Thai!"

"Just got here. Will do, see ya."



Opening Z Ch. 11



The hole in the wall Thai place was just four long blocks from the gym. They were sitting in the window on stools, their bags on the stool between them. I took that one. D said to J, "those jeans!" and as I sat down grabbed my ass. No one was around. The food was amazing as always. We laughed. Compared notes about the new facilities. They asked about Brett. I told them my tally: four guys, 12 orgasms, 80 hours, mentioned setting date with Victoria and my thought of checking out that couple from lecture. 

J hung his arm over my shoulder, "I think I just creamed my jeans...." 

"You only come that easy with my cock in your ass," I said and promptly the draped arm became a headlock. D snorted Thai tea in his nose. I took the opportunity to softly massage J's balls while pretending to try to push him off. D was still coughing and trying to clear his sinuses. We found excuses in the next 10 minutes or so to grope each other however we could. J was showing hard, me and D a little less so. The waitress had been in the back, she brought the check and we paid. 

Huddled for protection we got our cells and talked about when we could next hang. I knew Friday night was locked for us. J and I could get a workout on Thursday midday and D and I might do something Wednesday night. His eyes got bright, "We could Skype Jess together!" 

J yelled, "No fair! No fair!"

D said, "Well if you were done with your community service for getting caught 'in the parking lot,' you could join us." 

I asked, "So it's true you got caught screwing two girls...?"

D laughed, "No that's the cover. He was caught jacking off, in coaches' office when he was supposed to be working." 

"NO!" I hadn't seen J blush yet, but he was. 

D put him in a headlock, "yup. Completely naked, standing in the middle of the room, cock in one hand, fingers up his ass!" 

"ALRIGHT! Leave it! K? I thought Coach Jergens was gonna have a stroke. Coach Mac threw his towel at me and pushed Jergens back outta the room. It was Mac who kept things smooth after that. And my service is up this weekend: sixty hours volunteering at the Sisters of Mercy retirement home."

I tried not to laugh but when I saw D's face I doubled over. D said, "I think Mac got a kick outta seeing you like that..."

J straightened, "well yeah, I'm hawt!"

We both grabbed him in headlocks and ball gropes at the same time. Smiling against the wind and sleet I ran to class, almost late. My 1:00 lecture was a snoozer. The room was stuffy and bright; a bad combo. I tried to pull my cap down over my eyes and maybe doze off or fantasize but the professor kept throwing questions to the crowd. Bored but forced to stay present. My 3:00 was better; at least in small groups we got to engage with the course work. By 4:30 I was dragging.

After I took a piss, I checked my phone. No messages. My first thought was to go home and study, working out later. I looked over my shoulder at the window and knew when I left campus I wasn't coming back. I slogged back to the gym, dragging ass. Guys were still lining up for their locker assignments. I needed to thank B again for getting me past that. Everyone who came thru while I was changing left right away. I had the weight room to myself. 

Until Coach Mac checked on the thermostat, "Warm enough, Wollinowski?"

"Yeah, coach. Thanks, this place is awesome!"

"Did I see you doing laps with Carson this morning?"

"Yeah." I wondered if he saw anything else, remembering what D had said. Coach Mac was in his forties, but still flat bellied, handsome and surprising curls under his cap; and always alive with passion for what he was doing. He gave great motivational speeches. 

"Good. He could use some tips from you. He has an iffy record on the mat. He thinks too much. If somehow you could teach him how you sense your opponent's moves, how you got that natural 'feel' for your body, he'll improve a lot. You can see him get lost in his head." 

I laughed in my head, "Yeah coach, sure. I'll see what I can do to help him get in touch..."

"We'll be able to use the main practice room and the small auxiliary mat room this year. So we can send guys off for individual coaching and small group practice. I'm counting on you to step up and lead this year. I'm gonna put your ass to the test!" Was he checking my ass out as I stood and did curls? Maybe he was. I did flush; thankfully I was red from exertion.

"Aw, thanks Mac. I'll try my best. Thanks for thinking I can lead." I finished that set and stepped back. Mac slapped my shoulder and walked off. In the mirror I saw him adjust himself as he walked outta the room. That almost felt like a cruise. Cool!

I gritted thru the workout. I spent a few minutes in the dry sauna, but got sleepy. Dressed again, my blue tights showing thru my crotch, I knocked on Mac's door. He swung it open, on the phone ordering equipment. He held a finger up, and then pointed to a bench. I sat, slumped my crotch hot and obvious. He had on track pants now; he was wearing chinos earlier.

"What's up, Zach?"

"Just a thanks again. And what do you have in mind for helping Brett?"

"You've earned it this last year. You are one of the best wrestlers we've got and I think you're turning into quite the leader and top man." I did flush with pride and his even stare had my balls turning up the heat. "I think if you spend some mat time with Carson, get him to relax, get him accustomed to, well body contact, he'll drastically improve. His background is Kung Fu, you knew that? He's not got the level of comfort most guys who grew up wrestling have. Grapple with him, repeat moves, get him away from the crowds, from his head, ya know?"

I did know. I nodded at his suggestions. "Maybe you can instruct us sometime in the small mat room?"

"Yeah we plan to do workshops just like that." He swung one leg a couple of times; like I do when I want to feel my cock, but can't touch it...My instincts were clear: Mac was hot for me right now. My dick began inching along my pube growing towards my jeans front pocket. We kept talking about the workshops. I fiddled with my phone and that gave Mac a chance to check my cock. Yup. 

He ended with, "Alright Wollinowski, you're on board. We'll see you in the locker room before practice tomorrow. Oh yeah, spread the word: since we're the only ones booked tomorrow for the gym, we can go casual during practice. Personal workout gear will be fine until we settle the roster and get team gear..."

I cocked my head, "Sooo...jocks and cups and singlets and warm-ups aren't required?"

"Nope, not since it's just us. The whole point of having a closed gym is so we don't have to cater to other people. I'm taking a more active role with the team this year; Jergens needs some down time, bless him. Oh and that info about casual gear was completely off the record. Got it? Now get your smirk and cocky ass outta here..." I stood and he didn't look up from his ledger.

"Thanks Coach!" I smacked him on the back and bent to grab my bag. I felt the heat of his glare as I stood. My left leaning dick needed fixing. I put my hand in my pocket and moved everything around, "See you tomorrow. Should I check in with you before practice?" 

"Yeah. Do that, there's ways into the offices from the locker room now. Pop in, I'll get your thoughts on workout partners." His leg was swinging under his desk. I was nearly full hard under my hand in my pocket. 

"Will do, Mac." I immediately went back into the locker room and pulled my cock out in one of the back sections. I edged for almost ten minutes, leaving drips of precum on the floor, 'baptizing' it, I hoped. And yes, Mac was what I edged to... a couple of voices made me jump into one of the stalls. I got my cock put away, flushed the toilet carried my book bag in front me pretending to look for something, I stepped towards the door. 

I recognized the voices then, one was Caleb the other was Josh, whose parents have the cabin we stayed at. I stood and bullshitted for a minute and now that I was under half hard, swung my bag over my shoulder. Caleb's eyes flashed between my crotch and the stall. I nodded and walked out. The sleet had lessened but the wind was baaad. I headed home. Planning to shower, shave and edge as much as possible, my homework was light and I expected to crash early. 

I made a quick dinner, listening to guys bitch about the weather; an ice storm was possible tonight. As I climbed the stairs, I wasn't tired but satisfied, glad to be home. I sat for an hour and did homework, the house quiet except for the wind. I got up to stretch my legs and back, I got juice from the kitchen and on the way back, heard Isaac's voice down his hall. I popped my head in his room, he was on the phone, but waved me in. The rooms in the back wing were smaller so as I sat on his chair our legs touched. He was talking to one of his professor's about TA work he was going to do. 

He put one hand on my knee and gripped it; I pushed my legs open to him and leaned back. I could hear Josh and Bryce playing a video game even though their door was closed. Isaac finished his call, "Hey buddy," and he added his other hand to massaging my thighs, not hesitating to go deep into my hip joints. I popped wood just like that. "How're you feeling since this morning and your epic weekend?"

"I'm hot now..." I laughed, "I'm great actually. I swam with Brett for half an hour, soaked in the steam room and sauna. I worked out for an hour and a quarter. Home now taking a homework break. So my body is fine, tired but fine. Ya know...I really feel alright...at home in my life." I blushed for some reason when I said it. 

His hands weren't directly rubbing my cock; he was focusing on moving deeper into my thigh and hips musculature. "I am really looking forward to getting to share massage trade with you tomorrow. That little bit you did on my back while we were jacking was terrific." The boys across the hall gave a louder whoop and Isaac sat back. I leaned forward and gave him the same slow deep treatment to his legs. He did cast quick looks to the door across the hall. I finally sat back and our hard-ons were pointed up our jean fronts.

He lifted his textbook and grimaced. I stood, he did too, and quickly pushed the door part closed. We hugged full and long. I went back to study. Cory was either just home or he turned on his light because I saw the beam under his door. I took another 90 minutes and when my eyes were burning; I sat downstairs for a 15 minute break and watched sports talk on TV with people who we all kinda dazed like me. It was coming up on 9:00. 

I texted Isaac, "Shower and shave?"

"Sounds good. 10 minutes."

"K. Get me in my room." I stripped down to nothing and flipped my yoga mat out and did a few minutes check in with my body. The tenderness was almost all gone on the head of my cock and I was definitely rebuilding my loads: my balls were getting heavy and my ass was...squirming in downward dog when my hole was open to the ceiling. I heard footsteps and Isaac called my name. I dropped outta downward dog and snagged the lotion; it was getting low I'd have to pick up some more. 

Isaac and I collided at my door. I felt his semi poke my belly and we laughed for balance. I heard quiet music from Cory's room but that was usual. Isaac turned and I followed him naked and growin' and showin.' We talked quietly while we showered and shaved. I had a lot more to do than him but went quick. I handed him the lotion jar and we both faced each other and settled into mutual showing strokes. I spread my legs and he matched me.

I thrust fucked my fists; he was with me stroke for stroke. I had to stop. He kept at it a bit longer then put his hands in his hair. We rinsed and after a minute started again. We edged like this for a good 20 minutes. I had a hot ache in my balls and ass. I tickled one finger on my hole. Damn that was too hot. I lost control a short minute and with just the tip of my finger in my ass ignoring my cock I shuddered all over. I saw Isaac squeeze the base of his cock and a full stream of come dripped down. More than a precome, but less that a full spew. 

Cold water brought me down. I wanted to lie down. Without a second thought as we were drying off I leaned up and drew Isaac into a hard kiss, only a little tongue. He was surprised but warm to it. "Tomorrow will be amazing! This was hot too. I'm beat and wanna lie down, k?"

"Oh. Sure. I got more studying to do. Tomorrow after the formal meeting...G'nite." He wrapped a hand towel around his hips, carrying his clothes in one hand, holding the towel closed with the other. His ass showed on one side whenever he took a step. With a full shit eating grin he went down stairs. I closed my door and switched on the space heater. My phone was flashing. 

Brett texted, "Check your email....ugh."

I flipped open my laptop and logged on. In short, he and Quinn had fought; well she continued to flip out. The counselor even called her out for being outta line. She has been getting more and more excitable almost outta control sometimes, has thrown things. Tonight he was ordering Thai on the phone for them. She freaked on him, impatient with his stammer calling him names.

She snatched his phone from him, deeply scratching him behind the ear drawing blood. Holy fuck I thought; then he told me left her. He had driven across the valley an hour to stay at his parents. He wasn't going back. He was afraid she was gonna get ugly and spread word of us on campus; he wanted me to know this. And that he didn't include me in their reasons for breaking up, really he said he should've left months ago. 

I thought about it and wasn't worried about being 'outted.' He might be and I respected that. I was worried for him. I texted before finishing reading but he replied he was trying to talk with his parents about next steps and would try to call if it wasn't too late. I texted back, "get at me 24/7!" I finished his long email; it was just details of her melt down and what he was gonna do next. He texted, "I'm alright. Thanks for being there. Gonna crash. Sorry to involve you in my drama."

"No worries here, and outing is no problem for me, but respect wherever you're at..."

"Ha. Thanks. I shut that down. I got similar leverage on her....and two Profs!"

"Well, well! G'nite then. Anytime you need...k?"

"Thanks again...I, think, I am free of a big burden."

"Wow. Hugs."

"Hugs"

That kinda shook me up. I was tired but mad at her. I tossed and turned for a while, finally throwing on sweats and finding ice cream that belonged to my friend Carl in the freezer. I had fat scoop of something chocolaty. I had been hungry I guess 'cus that slowed me down some. I got to my room saw my laptop still open and punched up some porn. That took my mind off it for a while. I didn't really get hard, just liked surfing. My eyes were burning tired again so I switched everything off. After a few minutes in the dark I had to piss.

Back on my bed I heard the deep creaks of Cory climbing into bed. A minute later another deep creak, then his door opened. He went to the bathroom. Something clicked: Brett was gonna be ok, better than ok...he said he felt free....and he says what he means. I released the tension in a deep sigh. 

Cory got back to his room. My back was tight from worry so I started doing some stretches on my bed. One deep moan came up as I rose into a back bend. Cory's bed squeaked. And again. I shifted into a different pose....and moaned. Squeak. Squeak. I was in an inverted pose, my cock had been dangling; now was filling up. Squeak. I heard a quiet moan from him. 

I wished my futon made noise....but from when I was with the dorm girls I knew it only made noise with the heaviest fucking going on. I grabbed lube and let the sloppy squishes and little moans build. His squeaks were constant now. I thought about going next door, but he kept to himself so much I didn't think it best. When I imagined him laying there spanking it; I realized I'd never seen him in the shower, never seen him nude. 

His squeaks were getting deeper and closer together and a low long moan was clearly audible. I was really getting into this. I didn't want to spew but like in the shower earlier felt a definite orgasm building. I slid a juicy finger into my hole, "Oh yes." The deepest creak so far answered that. I was really close to losing it. "Oh. Oh. I'm close." I heard the sound of him pounding his cock on his pube now. He was really into it.

Then, "oh damn!' thru the wall and chaotic squeaks and grunts. 

I had a similar "oh damn', but kept myself from shooting by squeezing the base of my cock. I was however scrambling all over my bed as I tormented my ass. "I'm cominnnnggg!" Not too loud but an answering grunt told me he'd heard it. As I caught my breath I realized I was soaked in sweat, lotion and...well ass smell. I shrugged and headed to the shower. 

I'd just turned on the water when Cory lumbered in, "Hey man. Thanks that was great!"

"Aw fuck. I'm sorry. I haven't seen my gal in weeks." He just stood there in flannels and T-shirt. 

"Don't be sorry. That was natural. You came in here to do something. Just relax and do it, k?" He'd not even looked at me. He turned on the shower furthest from me and keeping modest stripped. "Cory, really. It's ok. No drama, my friend." He finally peeked down at me and a shy smile flitted across his face.

I kept to hygiene, out of instinct. When I finished rinsing off; I dried quick, not pressing him to anything. I caught a glimpse of his front when I dropped the towel in the basket. He was amazing: about 6'2", perfect 'V' to his upper body, thick well shaped thighs and ass. No 6 pack, but the look of a sheet of muscle. And my gawd whatta cock! I brushed my teeth. He was drying off.

"Zach?"

"Yeah man?" 

"I. Well that didn't feel like cheating..."

Oh wow. I spit out toothpaste. How to proceed? "Cory, now I'm sorry. I never meant to add to any distress you may have. I only wanted to give and share pleasure. We're really different. No, I don't think that was cheating. I, I don't really know what to say...and maybe I'm not the best to talk about this with as I'm the one who shared in it with you. Who can you talk to?"

"My buddy, Jase...he'll help me see clear....I don't want you to be sorry either....ok? I'm tired and this may seem bigger than it really is....."

I wanted to hug him....he looked like the biggest little boy in the world with a broken promise freshly stinging. "Will you promise me something? Sleep on it, decide to talk to Jase or not. Then get back to me ok? I'll do whatever I can to help you out, if I need to make something right, I'll do what I can, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. Thanks." I was amazed to see him turn, naked and walk towards his door. I scooped up his flannels and called out his name. He grinned sheepishly and took them from me. I had a flash of a thought that he was not really fully awake...sleep walking? Sleep wanking? 



Opening Z Ch. 12



My alarm woke me. My hand was holding my balls supporting a raging boner. I slid outta bed and did some warm ups; I needed to run. I stuck my head out, looked out the hallway window at the flat grey skies, no rain. My boner hadn't eased. As I pulled on running shorts and socks my head was foggy; I felt a rejection of the fears of last nights. I remembered how I'd made everyone laugh in class; how easy it was for me to be loving. I had to laugh at myself, wishing I had a soundtrack to my life: cue meaningful music! 

The run cleared my head and settled my nerves. It was chilly and breezy. I waved at neighbors. I planned my day. I'd get to edge for some time this morning, maybe combine it with yoga in my room. I had classes before and after lunch; I'd try and connect with Brett. Oh yeah, I was gonna check out that couple from last week. I'd work out before practice. House meeting; I'd have to email the agenda before class this morning and prep my notes as Secretary. Tonight massage time with Isaac!

I flew through my run, went a few minutes extra. As I bounded up the stairs I saw a note on my door. From Cory, "See me when you get in? Just knock." I peeled off my soaking shirt and knocked on his door. He opened it and gave me that sheepish smile.

"Hey, gotta minute?"

"Sure, of course. How're ya doing?"

He ran a hand thru his hair and held the back of his own neck, looking at the ceiling. "Uhm...not sure. I am confused I guess about last night. I remember some things like I was watching a movie or something...."

"Ok."

He cut me off, "so I'd been not sleeping and started taking a new medicine. I woke up one morning in the dark sitting at the kitchen table. So I think I'm sleepwalking..."

I laughed. "I had that thought last night! You didn't seem to be all there..."

He didn't seem to relax, "Uhm...so I...did I offend you or anything?"

"no." was all I said and made him look at me in my firm silence. A smile grew between us. "Tell me what you remember."

"First, first I should tell you that I'm sorry to worry you, I recall that. I've been single for three months; we weren't that serious anyway. So, I don't know where that thought of 'cheating' came from."

"So no problem then, right?"

"No, I guess not...I mean..."

"Cory. Take it easy on yourself. We jacked off listening to each other...so what. I've heard you before, you've heard me and other guys in the house spanking it...c'mon...you play rugby, you're around guys all the time...everyone jacks off..." Now he relaxed.

"So we're cool, no bad feelings?"

"None. I thought it was hot. It gave me an extra something. And to be honest, I was glad to see you in the shower. You need to relax more often, let you guard down, connect with us here in the house. In fact, I'm about to shower in a sec, come chat with me?"

He looked back at his desk, piled with work. "I hear you. I gotta drop this project off in half an hour or I would..." he chewed his lip. 

I stood on my tiptoes to get my face on his shoulder in a close but friendly hug, "OK. I'm really glad you're ok. Let's hang out soon?"

He had me in a one arm hug, stiff and awkward, "Yeah. I'd like that." And let me go sudden. 

In my room my phone was flashing messages, one from study group and one from Carl, my friend who lives across the hall, "Heey buuuddy! Nearly home. My room has been closed. Would you pop in and turn on the heater for me? It's been brutal cold back there at the coast and I'm tried of freezing!" I was naked; I shrugged and stepped across the hall. I opened his room; it was cold. I spun the knob on his space heater. The window wasn't pushed down all the way, only a fraction but it made a difference. His bedding was folded on his unmade bed. 

I shrugged and made his bed. Snickering at the thought of being a naked house boy, I put an apple from my backpack on his pillow with a note, "Welcome home. I ate some of your chocolate ice cream. Fresh bed and apple make it up?" In the shower I just stood there and let the water fall over me. I didn't need to shave but ran a razor over my face and a few spots anyway. I heard someone in the hall. I let my hands roam as I put on lotion. I was squeezing the tube to get the last. 

"Looking good, Wollinowski!" I jumped a bit. It was Mike, the absent.

"It's Mike the absent!" He laughed while at the urinal. 

"See you at the formal meeting." And he went into his room. In my room I drafted a quick agenda and checked email. My belly rumbled to life. I pulled on my old cotton PJ bottoms and a T, made dash for a piece of fruit ate it in a few bites. I did some naked yoga in my room. The urge to edge wasn't really there. I sent a few texts to team mates spreading the unofficial word that we could be causal in practice, got some immediate 'woohoos' and 'hell yeahs.' I dug out a worn pair of cut off sweats and a sleeveless, side-less T. The thought of free balling with thirty other guys got me. 

I pushed my door open. I did get into stroking then. He precum was flowing, my ass was achy and bouncy on chair. I stopped my self just at the edge three times in 15 minutes. I felt that purr in my pube...I wished it were warmer...I snorted: I wanted to walk out bare-assed and spend my day with out clothes. I checked the weather; it was supposed to warm into the 60's and get sunny. 

My compromise was to choose an old pair of chinos and free-ball it. They were baggy a bit in the front but that made my cock a straight line down below the fly. I packed my bag and hit the pavement. Classes were uneventful but productive. I had a short lab for the Friday lecture where I saw that hot couple. They were in the lab too. I nodded and sat near them. The TA announced a small group assignment, 3-4 per group. The noise level shot up as friends and strangers combined. I leaned over extending my hand, "I'm Zach, let's work together?"

"Will and Tara," she smiled, he continued, "let's be a team of three, k? Too many cooks and all that." 

"Perfect. I like that idea." I pulled out my phone and we exchanged info. 

"Don't you know Victoria? I'm on squad with her."

That's where I knew her from, she played soccer too. "Yeah. I just ran into her last week. We're hanging out for a study break Thursday." He was very interested by the shine of his eyes and his way of leaning forward. The TA called the lab quiet and one group at a time we logged our names in our groups. When Tara leaned over to sign up Will raised his eyebrows at me then ogled her ass. I gave him a quick nod. When he bent over, she stepped back I ogled his ass. 

After I put my name down; Will patted my mid back and we shook hands. Tara smiled as she sat down. The last of the groups signed up and the TA went thru the assignment. I fought image of both their asses under my tongue and cock. She said something to me under her breath; he was looking right at me, "Sorry, daydreaming, what?"

"I said I'm glad we got the only other jock in the room, we all have sports in common. Will is cross country, I'm soccer and you're on wrestling scholarship, right?

"Yeah. Cool." The TA threw us a look. We sat up and paid attention. Will put his hand on her thigh, she took it in hers and the rubbed and toyed with each others fingers. Lab ended, my dick was stretching some down my thigh. I had only a few minutes to get to another class. We agreed to text before Friday's lecture to plan work group. They took off hands in each other's back pockets. This was going to be fun!

My next class was in the same building but up four floors and on the far side. I hustled. The elevators were packed, I knew, so I planned to climb the far stair. As I crossed the lobby my cock was swinging. Taking the stairs, thinking of their asses again, I started showing. I got to the huge lecture hall and sat in the back at the top. I shoved my hand down my pocket, tugged my cap lower and edged right there thru the hour lecture. Thankfully the prof was using the projector so the lights we dimmed. 

I grabbed a sandwich from a food cart and huddled in the weak sun. Next lecture was one of my favorites and the 90 minutes flew by. Checking my phone for the first time since lab; nothing. I sent texts to Brett, J&D, and my brother. He and I texted back and forth, as I took my time getting to the gym for pre-practice workout. A couple of other teammates were in the locker room, we did a heavy circuit workout together. I was eager to get into the locker room and get naked. 

I had my shirt off and my shorts rolled down to my pube before the locker room door closed. My jockstrap top was sweaty and itchy, but I loved my ass sliding free in my shorts. At my locker, shoes still on; I bent ass up and wiggled out of them. I was pumped from the workout and the edging this morning was having dividends: my cock slapped my thighs as I walked to piss and wash my hands and face. I grabbed a small towel and got into the dry sauna. I bullshitted with two teammates in the sauna; we all sat comfortable naked. My cock was snaking between my thighs on the towel. I swiped sweat off my abs and pube a couple of times but neither guy played along, that's cool. 

I rinsed off to cool down and went into the steam room; someone had added a spray bottle of dilute eucalyptus oil: heaven! Josh from the swim team was in the steam in a corner. He quietly greeted me and leaned back; he was trim and had the best lean hips. At the cabin he was comfortably naked a lot. His cock was hard enough to hover just above the towel he was sitting on. We had the awesome game of I touch myself after you touch yourself. 

The door swung open and two of my teammates came in, we didn't cover ourselves as you had to look to see the ¾ hard-ons thru the steam. They were carrying on about the girls they'd fucked this weekend and we all jumped in on the conversation. I was getting overheated, so I showered off. I remembered Coach wanted to see me before practice. I tugged on the cut-offs and almost-not-there-T and my mat shoes. Drying my hair a bit in the long mirrors next to the lockers the head of my cock was clearly outlined and my full balls were two perfect eggs. 

I knocked on Mac's door; the bolt snapped and he opened it, "Wollinowski." His eyes stopped at my nipple exposed on the right by my slit open T. He pulled the door open and stepped back into his office. He was wearing a school sweat shirt and grey jersey shorts. From the jiggle and swing when he moved, Coach was free balling too. He kept the door open. The noise level began to rise in the locker room he stepped thru the door, "Keep it down, you monkeys!" of course the quiet monkey chatters were heard in response, but they were much quieter. 

I leaned on the work table at the door side, opposite the bench I'd sat at yesterday; his desk was next to the work table. He pointed at the worktable; it was covered with schedules, tables and assignments. "Review those quick." He went to his locker and pulling off the sweat shirt put on a well fitted T. As I leaned on my elbows reviewing the team's numbers Mac stood next to me. I could feel the heat coming off him. "Eucalyptus in the steam room, huh?" and he sniffed over my shoulder.

"Yeah, awesome." I shifted my weight on to one foot, my ass sticking out. I looked at the bottom of one of the assignment tables; the long shaft of Coach's dick was pressed against the front of his shorts. A light unnoticeable shiver ran down my spine to set my ass and balls spinning. If we stood here for long; I was gonna pop wood. Still unsure of Mac, I asked a few question. He pointed out he answers, highlighted one thing he needed to correct. He put his arm over my shoulders and pushed me out the door. "See you on the mat, Zach.

We all met in the big mat room Coach had us laughing and eager to win in a few minutes. He strode the length of the line of us as we sat or sprawled on the floor. Each step was a tease as he swung in his shorts pouch. From where I was sitting most guys never took their eyes off of him, either keen on his face or up and down the length of him. Brett was off to one side. He had that way of disappearing. I caught his eye; he was hollow. 

Coach had talked for about 45 minutes; guys were getting restless. I was sitting with my legs spread. I caught Coach's eye and openly adjusted my pouch and looked to the locker room. I had to piss. Coach called a break, nodding at me. I caught up to Brett after a long hot piss. "Hey, man. How ya doing?"

"Long n-n-n-night. B-b-bad d-d-ay. Hard-hard ch-ch-choices." 

I grabbed his head in a headlock and whispered, "I'll do anything to see you smile." He looked fragile enough that the guys didn't harass him. He could disappear just like that! in a crowd. 

"Th-th-th-thanks. I-I-I'll t-t-take you up on th-th-that some-some-some-time. I-I-I-I'll g-g-get my own p-p-p-place t-t-tom-tom-tomorrow." He hid his face behind his hair. He was tearing up. I nodded to the sinks and he splashed his face. Coach blew his whistle and for the next hour we got into the details of the training calendar, the assignments for each member. That was hard hearing guys kinda get called out. Coach settled them by saying, "I can out you on your shortcomings here now, in an open reasonable manner or I can yell at you in practice. This way you're armed and ready to improve and help each other." I felt the sparks of eagerness swell thru the room.

Coach called an end to practice. I said to Brett, "I've got time to hang before my meeting..."

"My-My par-parents are are are p-p-picking me up-up-up t-t-to sign new-new-new l-l-l-lease." 

"Do you want to stay over?" I ached to see him so broken and empty.

He nodded, "yeah, b-b-but I-I-I w-w-won't. N-N-Need to be to be a-a-lone."

"OK. But the offer stands, 24/7. I'd sneak you in the kitchen after hours, got it? Just call or text, buddy." We got dressed in silence the rest of the team gave him the space he needed. One of the big guys, a senior, Taylor, nudged me and quietly aside, "Is he okay?"

I nodded, "Bad breakup. Heart broken. Go easy, your job is to tell the guys ok?" He gave me one nod and lumbered off. Coach caught that from his office door and he nodded too. Brett looked back over his shoulder from the door and gave a weak nod and was gone. The locker room almost felt like a vacuum after all that excitement and emotion. I blew out a breath. 

The clock said I had 40 minutes until I had a five minute walk to the house meeting. I got a drink of water, pissed again, stepped on the scale. To be honest I wanted to fuck right then. I felt so damned alive. I lifted off my shirt. The only movement was out of sight in Coach's office. I folded the thick waist band of my shorts until my pube was bare and my ass floated above my thighs. I had one hand full of my shirt, the other rested on my left ass cheek. I set my shirt on the work table.

"Mac, you ever feel so alive you almost can't stand it?"

He spun in his office chair and held his silence. Part of me saw myself falling to my knees between those sturdy thighs. "Yeah, Zach, I get that a lot. I try and give it away. Go warm down in the shower. Pay it forward to the next schmuck." His face was partially hidden under his cap and the shadow from his overhead lamp. 

"Thanks, Mac. Will do." I pushed off the door jamb and had my hands on my ass cheeks to push my shorts off. At my locker now naked and bare foot Mac called my name and was walking towards me with papers in his hands.

"Your copies and T shirt. Tell these monkeys casual wear until tournament time, alright?" He put my copies and T-shirt on the bench next to where I stood; bending down his face was almost even with my pube. As he stood his eyes stayed level and at my face bored into me, "Hit the showers, stud."

I edged in the shower, hoping....his door was closed, no luck for me. I went as far as slipping a soapy finger in my ass and had a slight shuddering near orgasm in the shower. My boner made a tent in my chinos. I used the book bag cover trick until I got a hold of it thru my pocket. One hour until Isaac! I packed my gear to wash it and headed out.

I had a few minutes to kill, had a smoothie. Started laundry, changed into some baggy sweats and a long sleeve T; the grand room got cold. I emailed everyone the agenda and sat in a corner to type the minutes as events occurred. Dale and Isaac stood side by side and seeming chummy. Carl sat nearby me, as Vice President he had no real duties. Cory came in at the last minute and hovered near the door. He did make eye contact and gave an awkward little wave. I just went on autopilot to type. The meeting flew by.

I stretched in my chair and Carl, Dale and Cory were suddenly converging over me. Isaac hung back and kinda grinned. I side hugged each, my phone buzzed on the chair where I'd left it. They all three wanted something; I smirked and starting with Cory, listening. Turns out all three wanted to hang with me tonight: I told them I had plans with Isaac. And then set Dale and Carl on Cory, insisting they go show him a good time; outta the house. They left with him in the middle looking a bit dazed. 

"Let's fly, before I'm swamped again..." I mumbled to Isaac. On my way to my room I checked my phone, Brett had texted, and "Can I stay over after all? Company would be appreciated..." I let him know, "Of course. When? I'm with Isaac for a few hours." 

He replied, "Just before 11 if that offer for breaking curfew stands." 

"Perfect. I'll be in the kitchen after you text when you're close and we'll 'sneak' you in..."

"Thanks. I need a hug."

"All night long!"

"See ya, goofball."



Opening Z Ch. 13



Isaac was right behind me as I climbed the stairs and texted. I set the phone down and breathing deep, met his gaze. "Hi."

"Hey."

"How're you?"

"I'm great...you ok?"

"All things shiny! Just more intense than I'm used to..."

"What's on your mind for tonight...?"

"First, I'm looking forward to being with you. Second, I have to be back here by 1030 or so. My friend needs to crash here. Third, I'm gonna stop talking in bullet points right now." He laughed and I sat down for a second. He leaned against my desk. 

"What's on my mind? I've wanted to be naked all day...I want to just let pleasure take over...."

"Those things we can do....Let's head over to Clark Station."

"Wait a sec....do we need to get anything? This is direct but condoms, lube? I don't mean to assume anything"

"Nope, all supplies are on hand. I went over to the studio earlier to tidy up, turn on the heat and....well supply the place. I'm ready for anything...tell me what you want the evening to look like...?"

We were walking down the block before I answered. "I want us to be naked. I would like to just lie back and let you touch me, all of me...I want massage mixed with sex and appreciation of my body and being. I want to have you take the same loving attention from me in turn. I want to come hard. I want to have and give as many orgasms as possible."

I'd looked at him each statement. He put his hands in his pockets to cover his stiffening dick. "Gawddam. Gawddam. That we can do..." we waited for a street light to change. "Jog there?" I was outta the blocks before the light completed its cycle. The gusts were closing together and a storm burst of cold fat raindrops pushed into the lobby of his studio.

Up two and a half flights, under the dormer roof, the studio was toasty warm. Divided into thirds the front area had a small desk, sink, shelves and a little toilet off to one side. The middle third was for the massage table, one of the widest sturdiest I've seen. The last third was mats and cushions, the angled ceilings covered with mirrors, for yoga and mat work. The rain made a white noise, blocking traffic and city noise. He turned on some awesome music. I stripped.

When he turned back from the stereo I was standing stretching naked. It was just 6:30, we had four hours to play, to give pleasure, to be naked and relax. Without a word he dropped his jeans and lifted his fleece off. We came together in a warming hug. He bolted the door. "We will not be bothered or bother anyone. All the shops below are closed. We can do whatever we want."

I jumped on the cushy massage table and squirmed my ass, "Get me warmed up? Treat my whole body...please?" 

He stepped up to the table. He took one foot, then the other, then each arm. He pulled each one slightly to get me centered on the table and begin stretching me out. The first moan of the night came outta me in a long sigh. He said, "One more adjustment..." He put his hand on my kidneys, smoothed back over, into my crack. With that hand he lifted, weighed, and jiggled my balls. When I arched up he tugged my cock back to point it between my thighs so it was lying flat easy to see and access.

He said, "I'm gonna work your whole body. Gimme the word when you want something, ok? This is your time to get pleasure..."

"and you'll be next..." My feet were just off the edges of the table. My arms comfortably dangled off too. I was draped spread open and getting hot and hard. He rubbed a small drop of oil between his hands vigorously then standing at the top of my head gently rubbed my neck and shoulders. He kept a steady motion thru his hands. Then he leaned over me, his long strong arms moving muscles on my back all the way down into my ass crack in long sweeps. I felt his cock shift onto the top of my head as he began to really work hard to make a steady motion.

He moved around to my side, his cock stiffening against my bicep. His longs sweeps deepened into the bones of my back and kept gliding right into my ass and inner thighs. Every pass over my tailbone and glutes, down into my crack, along my thighs brought a responding arch from me. Without warning the head of my cock was enveloped in wet warmth as he leaned and sucked me into his mouth. "OH fuck yeah." I flopped on the table. He steadied me with one hand on my thigh and the other with his thumb suddenly swirling on my hole. 

My brain shut off. He had me. "Isaac, I could come....just like this...." His cock muffled, "uhuh!" let me know I could come whenever I wanted...he kept the suction on my head taut, the strokes from one hand around my shaft were timed to match the swirling inward pressure of his thumb. "Get in my ass, please, fuck me...." I could only gasp and thrust against his movements as his thumb made first contact with my ass button....I was the one moving now.

He held on with his mouth and hands. I grunted and grunted....I came up on my hands and knees, he rolled onto his back, still plugging my ass with his thumb. His hand was replaced by his throat as he lay under my cock's thrusts. He took my face fucking. "Make me come, make me come..." he fast jacked my shaft, lips holding tight to the ridge of my head. Two fingers took over my ass....he was now intensely driving two fingers in and out of my ass....he wasn't moving anything else, just his lips tight around the head of my cock. 

I came, a flood of heat shot thru my ass, aimed down the length of my cock.....I was on hands and knees, head thrown back not breathing as I came and came and came. I broke a sweat. 

Isaac was on the able in front of me pulling me up from my hands. He had a wicked gleam in his eye...He kissed me. I tasted a lot of my come and his spit, his fingers opened my ass again and the aftershocks gripped me. He had come in his beard and on his neck. He held me tight against him until my shivers ended, then lay me down and worked my front muscles as I came down from the orgasm. His cock was dripping on my bicep, and then smearing my shoulder. I turned my face to it....

He held my neck as I drew him in to my throat. He came almost right away, all over on my open mouth and on my neck and jaw. He kissed me deep and I felt him moan as we parted. "I should have asked....we shared come...that's not something I've done before...."

"It's not something I'd've planned to do...but it was in the moment...we'll be safer from now on ok? With each other and anyone else....?"

Gravely he nodded...." I trust we are clean...and better lovers than that...." 

"I suppose it wasn't much more that I swallowed than heavy precum...."

"You were hot for that..."

"my ass took over....I've never come quite like that....I still feel super charged...have you ever been fucked, Isaac?" It took a lot for me to ask that....

He turned deep red. "Yes. I have. One friend in Hawaii....the time I had six orgasms...he and I met just to take each other's cherry...I, I've only had a little ass play since then...."

I sensed the story went deep...I left those depths for another time...."that come just now....not right now, but some time away from the heat of the moment, can we talk about my first time? I'm pretty sure it is gonna happen...I want it to mean as much to me as yours did to you..."

We spooned on the massage table for a little while, talking about, well the mechanics of ass play. I'd thought I'd talk to J too....he had more experience, obviously. I had to piss and when I came back, Isaac asked to move down to the floor mats and cushions. I worked his whole body in the longest, hottest massage I've ever given. I brought him to the edge three times. I'd barely touched my cock the entire time.

We grappled into a 69, his cock was smaller than Brett's and D's still really nice sized though, for the first time I got to deep throat someone. Having my nose hard against his silky balls and his pube on my chin sent my eyes rolling back in my head. My throat felt slick and so satisfying, I actually kinda forgot about Isaac taking all 8 inches of me into his throat. Our orgasms were in unison and loud and coated our torsos. We kinda dozed a little, after. Standing at the sink, washing up I got hungry. It was about a quarter after 9. 

We tidied up the studio, still naked. Isaac sat on the mats crossed legged and gestured for me to join him. We sat knee-to-knee and meditated. Our breathing was in synch. I came to when my stomach growled. A blissful 25 minutes had passed. We stood and hugged, starting to get dressed. "I'm free for yoga in the morning if you are..." He nodded. "Cool, Brett may join us, I thinking if we skip the flow yoga and do longer slower poses, there'll be just enough room...."

Isaac grinned, "Dude, we'll be balls to ass....that will be awesome!"

We left the studio and thankfully the rain was only a mist. We were mostly silent. On the front steps, Isaac grabbed my hip and sunk his tongue into my mouth. We were laughing at someone who whooped at us from the bus stop on the corner. He went upstairs and I went to the kitchen, grabbing yogurt and nuts. In my room only one text from D asking about our plans for tomorrow. It washed over me: I wanted D to be the first to fuck me. I tested back, "I'll do whatever you'd like to do..."

"I'll pick you up at 8:30...there's a party I'm invited to and I wanted to bring you..."

"Cool. See you then."

I reviewed homework and my calendar for tomorrow. I got an email from Will about our lab project. I sent him my available times to meet in the week. He replied in an instant message; we went back and forth finally settling on Thursday at 615. He asked what I was up to....I told him I'd just come from massage trade with a buddy. He really liked that idea he said. Brett texted me. I let Will know I had to run...he asked if I wanted to run together some time. I agreed and he quickly offered tomorrow at 830. It fit in my schedule. We'd meet at the gym. 

Brett's text said he was just getting off the bus around the corner. I texted back, "kitchen door."

He looked beat, dark circled and red rimmed eyes and a clunky bandage behind his ear. He dropped his bag on a chair in the kitchen and just stood there, blew out a big breath. I grabbed him around the ribs and squeezed. I guess he needed it, fat tear drops hung in the corners of his eyes. "What ya need, buddy?"

"I-I-I'm a b-b-bit hungry....and and and s-s-s-sleep and and and m-m-more hugs."

He'd taken his cap off and flipped his bangs on the last request. I smiled and grabbed him some yogurt, slathered almond butter on a plate with a quickly sliced apple. It was 10:10; guys were coming in the front. We dashed upstairs and closed my door. He hugged me again, shoving an apple dipped in almond butter into his mouth, "Y-y-you s-s-s-smell dif-dif-different...new-new- soap?"

I blushed and grabbed a towel, "Isaac and I did a massage trade, I haven't showered yet." I suddenly could taste Isaac on my lips.....

"S-S-S'not bad...."his grin told me he knew what he smelled on me...."w-w-w-wait, and and and I-I-I'll sh-sh-shower to?"

He wolfed down the snacks and we trotted off to the showers...He took off the clunky bandage and I got a look at the three long nasty nail scrapes behind his right ear. I pushed away the anger. I put on fresh band-aids for him and we brushed our teeth. I was tired. We lay down, he was my little spoon. "I-I-I t-t-took day off f-f-from st-st-studio and work, t-t-to m-m-move stuff, s-s-so I don't have t-t-to be u-u-up at s-s-six."

"Good. Isaac is coming by at 700 for yoga...I'd like you to join us."

"H-h-h-here?" he leaned up and looked at the tight space, "G-g-guess it-it-it'll w-w-work."

"Yeah," I snuggled closer into his back, "It'll be close, but cozy..."

I felt him roll his eyes and shake his head.

"B? Do you need to talk about it?"

"Y-Y-Yeah, b-b-but not not to-to-tonight."

"OK. I'm here for ya....just ask." I gave him a kiss on the back of the neck and settled in...he nodded a little nod and his breath changed a minute later. I heard tiny noises in the hall; but it all seemed to get farther away. 

He moved outta bed; it was dark and quiet, "g-g-gotta pee."

He padded back a minute later and crawled back into my belly and knees. I squinted at the clock, 4:27. Brett rolled on to his back; his hand brought my top thigh over his pube. In a flash I felt him growing hard. I sprung to life too. His arm went behind my back and he pulled me on top of him...with long kisses and slow rocking, hands gripped on our backs; we came together. Without a word we spooned again and passed back to sleep.



Opening Z Ch. 14



My phone beeped a text....I groped for it. It was Isaac, "5 minutes?" It was 6:55. B and I groaned together. I glared at the door, it was unlocked. "Yup. Doors unlocked. Brett is here. C'mon up." I texted and told B that Isaac was on his way. He responded by throwing his arm over his eyes and forehead, "Five m-m-more m-min-minutes, please?" and grinned. My alarm went off. Isaac tapped on the door and came in, wearing only pj bottoms which he dropped on the floor with one look at us tangled naked on the futon. 

I can't say it was the most spiritual or technically perfect practice, but it was fun....trying to navigate the space while holding poses was just damn funny. Brett's dark circled eyes from last night were repaired by a good night's sleep and gut busting laughs. After about 45 minutes we slowed things down...I was between Isaac on my back and Brett in front of me. I pushed Brett onto the bed and pulled Isaac down on top of my back.

"It is hump day, everyone!!" they both groaned at my lame pun, but we started exploring each other's now warmed up bodies. When I got full contact with my cock on B's ass crack he arched and said, "Yes. Come like this!"

Isaac grunted, "Uhuh," in my ear and we humped, ground, and nibbled our way to a three way tie for orgasm. I dumped on B's butt, Isaac flooded my ass channel with his, B filled my hand. We came quick but exciting rather than tiring. Isaac deep kissed me, and then shy about it, looked Brett's face over, "I'm glad we could lighten your spirit today." A tender kiss made them both shiver a little and pink came back to B's cheeks. Without another word we sprung up and showered together.

Isaac followed us back to my room and pulled on his pj bottoms as he left the floor going downstairs. Brett got dressed as I packed my bag for the day. He sat on my bed watching me get dressed. "Z?"

His voice made me turn. 

"W-w-will you, can-can-can you s-s-s-set a-a-aside time to talk t-t-tomorrow?"

"Of course. How about after class say at 2:00?"

"come see-see-see my n-n-new p-p-place then?"

"Sure." I knelt and looked him in the eyes. "I'll stay over sometime if you want...I would tomorrow but I've got late plans with Dustin ...." 

He rubbed his nose and pushed his hair under his cap. We shouldered our packs. I made a double portion smoothie, gave him half and saved half for after my run with Will. On the kitchen stoop we hugged and went off. It was easy to be still with him. 

I jogged to the gym; I was a tad late. Will was just parking his bike when I got to the stairs. "G'mornin Will."

"Morning," he pulled his lock off and secured his bike, "hey, I don't have a locker here yet. Can I share yours? Track team hasn't been assigned space yet." 

"Sure, no problem. The lockers are huge. Have you been in yet?"

"No. Working a lot, I generally run from home....wow!"

I smiled at him gawking at the redone lobby and locker room. 

I opened my locker and lifted my fleece off; I had nothing on under it. He pulled his gear outta his bag and kicked off his shoes. There were a couple other guys here and there, guys I recognized from football squad. They were just getting dressed to go. Will took off his tops and pulled his fly open....commando and short-trimmed! I set my gear out and made room in my locker for his stuff. I undid my belt and my chinos slid down and off. I was free-balling too. 

I kicked the chinos off and up into my hands, grinning at my acrobatics. Will never took his eyes off my swinging cock which began to show its appreciation. "I am a damn lucky man," I thought. I tugged my running T over my head. Will had his pants off, his amazing thighs and hard lean ass flexed as he put them into my locker. I inwardly sighed as I grabbed my running tights; I didn't want to wear clothes. Will put his T on first too. 

The footballers left the locker room, "so how far do you want to go today?" Will had a glint in his smile....he had his shorts in one hand. His veiny abs and cock really looked too good to cover. 

"I'll match you for a bout an hour. You lead, stud."

He clapped me on the shoulder. Banging doors at the front of the locker room and we pulled our bottoms over the show. In a few minutes time I realized he set a blistering pace, I could keep it up for a while, I thought. He was an intuitive partner; he slowed pace a bit and matched me when I started to lag. We didn't talk much. When we were close to returning to the gym; I was whipped. Those 50 minutes were brutal. He was barely winded.

"You run well, for as much muscle as you carry. Y'all right?"

Y-Y-yeah...winded....how far was that?"

"Almost 7 and half miles."

"Ha! I normally do 6 in an hour, brutal, dude! But awesome too. I've never run that well...you took me to a new place!" I'd got my breath mostly back.

"Ungh. I am so looking forward to the steam room. I don't have class until 10...you?"

"Same here!" I unstuck my T from my sweaty back before we were in the locker room. "Its one of those days where I hate wearing clothes!"

"I hear that!" He had his shirt off and his shorts were caught on his shoes as he stripped in one move. I got my locker open and watched him stalk over to the urinals. I had my shorts off and my tights were rolled down to my thighs....he prowled back towards me, grabbing two small towels. "We've got about 30 minutes, to just chill, buddy." He held a towel toward me and I stepped into his space, not taking the towel until my cock was almost even with his hands. 

I'd never felt quite so immediately animalistic with a guy. I had this with a couple of the dorm gals from last year, and when my ex and I lived together and sex was a given at home, but this had all my senses sharp and alive. I think that's how I sensed I was being watched...by Coach Mac who was seated on the bench in his office untying his running shoes. "Don't look, but Mac is checking us out." 

"Dude, right? I saw him earlier." He shrugged and draped the towel over his shoulder, walking slowly to the steam room. I followed, but hand on the door I looked back and Mac was bare assed, facing away, wrapping a towel. The Physical Therapist, Joe, opened the PT room and called Mac's name..."Mac's getting a rub..." I said as I sat on the bench opposite Will.

"Always thought Joe was not really good at what he does....hell I could give Mac a better rub down than the ones I've had from Joe." 

"I was just complaining about that the other day. I'm lucky; one of my frat brothers is an LMT. We just spent 2 hours last night trading massage." I adjusted the towel under me and sprayed eucalyptus oil into the steam that started pouring outta the nozzles. 

Will lifted his ass and flopped his cock between his thighs and gave a loud, "Fuck me that's nice!" He ran his hand thru his thick brown hair. My cock wasn't being shy. "I'd do anything for an unrushed massage....Your friend take new clients?"

"I dunno, I'll ask him...he's really busy...I'll give you work sometime..." I pushed my knees together then farther apart. Our cocks were rising in tandem. 

"Z? Can I get real for a sec?"

"Yeah, please do....I think we need to..."

"Tara wants us. She wants us on her and with each other....I'm guessing here...but I think you're just as much of a dog for sex as I am...?"

"Dude I saw you too messing around in lecture last week, it kept me hard for an hour!" I cupped my balls, "I'm totally into you two..." Voices were in the locker room, moving away from the steam room. 

"I wish she were here right now....I'd love to see you stuff her with that big dick..." He was openly stroking too.

The dry sauna door banged open and shadow appeared on the glass steam room door. Will and I both leaned elbows onto our knees to cover our erections. It was Jergens, the head of the athletic department, Mac's boss. He grunted with a nod, "boys." And dropped onto his back on the bench, "ya know, Joe just doesn't seem to have 'it' anymore...my back is still killing me..."

"Mr. Jergens, we were just saying the same thing....no one really seeks out his work, ya know?"

Jergens grunted again, "What about you Wollinowski? You agree, with Guttmann?" 

Will and I looked at each other, "Yeah, sorry but I do...I felt worse after my last session...."

"I will take that into consideration," he sat up and left the steam room. I heard his office door slam. I was kinda dazed that Jergens knew me by name..."I need to rinse off, cool off a sec..."

Will joined me in a cooling shower. A handful of guys were aping around in the locker room. Will and I exchanged frowns....no more showing. Back in the steam room we both jumped when a voice bellowed, "Knock it off! You gorillas!" And a door shut hard. It was Mac's voice. Dead silence followed. A moment later the steam room door open, Mac stepped in just as fresh blast of steam billowed out.

"Quite the entrance, Coach!"

"Wollinowski. Who's this?"

"Guttmann, Will Guttmann...sir."

"Ah, the marathoner...." He finally sat down. There was still no noise from the football squad. "Nice to meet you. Good run you had at Springfield last March." 

"Huh, uh thanks...I had no idea anyone really knew me...I mean Jergens knew me on sight...you knew about Springfield...thanks Coach."

"What happened at Springfield?"

"Guttmann here lead the pack out of the gate, set the pace, won and smashed a division record. It was his race start to finish. Pure domination. Great stride on you, mister."

"Wow, Mr. humble...." I slapped his thigh and leaned back, now soft but still long my cock wanted to be alive..."I just ran with him for the first time....he'd be great as a running, training volunteer for the squad, Coach."

Mac still had his head in his hands, braced forearms on his knees. He flicked his eyes over at me...then leaned back and stretched....his towel opened some between his legs....I gave Will a little sign to lean back....he did...Mac kept his eyes on the wall in front of him....

"Yeah. I can see that." he stared thoughtfully at the wall, "Will, come by my office if you're looking to get on the support team. Might even have a small stipend if you got enough hours free to assist. Any other suggestions, Wollinowski? You seem to be batting 1000 so far today..."

He stood and didn't bother holding his towel...his solid thighs and ass pushed him up on his toes as he reached for the ceiling. His cock hugged his ball sack, but both were well dangled below his pubes. 

"No. No more bright ideas, Mac...other than I may have a friend who is an LMT, if you need a referral. He's amazing."

Coach leaned and twisted, trying to relax his spine. Will and I watched his every move..."Yeah. Email me his contact info. If he's a friend of yours, I think we'll get along..."

"Will do, Mac."

"Guttmann, come 'round and see me, alright?"

"Yessir. I think I'd like to do more training off season."

"Oh. And Zach? Anything I or Jergens said about Joe..."

"Off the record!"

"Cocky. Smartass!" He muttered, flashing a grin. He wrapped the towel low on his hips and left.

"Fuck! What time is it?" Will and I scrambled to rinse off and get dressed. There were a lot of guys heading in tot he football training room. 

Outside in the lobby...we paused. "Zach, we should talk without distractions...."

"Definitely. I won't get involved unless we talk..." 

There was a moment of awkward, then I just hugged him, "But we will get involved!"

I hustled off to class, in a blur the afternoon flew by with my body buzzing. I saw someone I wanted; it seemed, at every turn. On break before lab, I had a voice mail from an unknown number. I listened to the message. I was Coach Mac, asking for that LMT info. He wanted to schedule some time as soon as possible. I texted Isaac, asked if he was willing to work on coach. Isaac offered next week...I asked if he'd let me use the studio, after hours. My belly flopped when he said yes.

I called Coach, "Hey Mac. Zach here."

"Wollinowski?"

"Yup. My friend, Isaac, the LMT can't schedule until late next week," Mac groaned a little on the other end, "but listen. I almost certified myself. My ex, she was a chiro's assistant, we studied on each other. I'd be happy to work on your back. Isaac says we can use his studio..." there was a long quiet on the other side. 

I think I actually heard him gulp. "I'll think about that. Thanks go ahead and send me his contact info, maybe next week. Goodbye." I emailed him Isaac's info.

I think I might have gone too far....oh well, I could clean it up. I sat for a minute before lab and checked my calendar. I kinda lost sense of where I was at in my week. 

So, lab and lecture, followed by weight training. Home for dinner, study night. Tomorrow, run or swim first thing. Classes. Brett at 2. Team meeting a 3. Meet up with Victoria and then work group with Will and Tara. Night out with D. Tonight's study night was heavy now that I saw how much more I'd scheduled. Class was about to begin. I texted J, D, B and V. I laughed at myself.

At lecture sitting next to Will and Tara was sweet torture. He did grip my knee under the desk a couple of times but we kept it low key. I hit the gym hoping to apologize to Mac if needed but he wasn't around. I got some strut time in the locker room; thought at one point: I could come right here in the locker room and they'd applaud me. I saw that for what it was: crazy narcissism. 

That was sobering. I reflected hard on some of my struggles; the conversations I'd had with Carol and my ex. That helped me feel a little more right sized. I hit the market on the way home. I answered all my texts and emails in the few minutes I was cooking and eating dinner. I turned off phone and with calm and quiet did nearly 5 hours of homework, which caught me up or put me ahead in all classes. Bleary eyed, I staggered to the shower with no thought other than relaxing, shaving and edging...

The hall was dim, light came from under Carl's door; no noise anywhere. I threw some clothes in the drier, my last load for the day. I chuckled at that, because I'd only come once my last load of this day was with Brett early this morning. In the shower I just turned and turned under the spray. Then got to shaving everything. I was hard and dripping in no time. Shaving my balls and ass became an excuse to finger myself to a shuddering stand still...I rinsed off, did my teeth. 

As I walked to my room, I kept the cock stroking going. I felt better after the shower. I managed to get my cock into a pair of briefs, threw on T shirt and wearing only this, in my biggest risk so far went down to the kitchen to grab a snack. The come stain was huge on my front. My cock stayed almost full hard the whole time. No one was around, nor was anyone up as I climbed the stairs. I did hear a little music from Carl's room. I tapped on the door.

"C'mon in Z." I laughed

"How did ya know it was me?"

"Heard ya go down stairs, we're the only ones awake on this floor..."

He was laying in bed, shirtless, a sheet over his legs. His boxer briefs were almost the same color as his sheets, and in the dim of his study lamp I couldn't see much. He stretched and put his laptop away. 

"I'm calling it a day...long time at the desk...." I stretched over my head. I could feel my T riding up and my waistband sliding down a bit. 

"So. You said the other day you like being 'on.' You like getting attention....You like to show off, huh?"

He hadn't moved but it felt like he was about to spring off the bed. I nodded and finished my pear. 

"Is that precome?"

"Yup."

"Take off your shirt."

I lifted it off and tossed it across the hall into my room. 

He sat up further on the bed, his legs spread. "You'll do pretty much anything I say won't you?"

"if we agree on it yeah....but yeah, showing off, getting attention, teasing myself gets me going...I want to be noticed..." my cock stirred and I pulled my pube muscles, making the waist band gap away from my pube. 

"Go to your room, leave the door open. Do yoga for a bit, then get naked....do what you would do as if you were alone."

"What're you gonna do...?"

"Jack off watching you....my gal won't let me play...but you're better than any porn I could get to..."

I stepped back in to the hall, bending to get my clothes out of the drier. I stood and folded them briefly, when I stepped back the top half of my cock was fully above my waist band. I heard Carl draw in a breath. He said, "don't really look at me...but when I tell you to, jump over here...got it?"

I nodded. In my room I switched off the overhead and left on my desk lamp. I moved the chair and spread my yoga mat. I felt him staring at me. I faced my mirror and teased my cock a minute thru my briefs. I saw on the dresser my new tube of lotion. I slid my briefs off and lovingly spread small amounts of lotion all over. When I got to my cock, I rose up on my toes and hardcore fucked my fists, the sudden movement felt so good. 

I pulled back and went thru a yoga routine that had me glistening with a light sweat. In the mirror again I lotioned my pecs, abs and butt cheeks. I heard Carl moan a bit. I pulled my hands thru my hair and again fist fucked in front of the mirror. A string of precome hung to the floor after I froze to not come. 

I set my chair in front of the mirror. I slow stroked until my thighs were rock solid and straight out in front of me...I did some yoga to cool down. I sat back in the chair and when I reached for my lube I caught a glimpse of Carl, naked, leaning back on his headboard, knees bent, feet together. He was thrusting up into his right hand; every push up highlighted his tense thighs and bubble butt. 

I matched his strokes for a minute by the sound of his wet hand. I lubed my cock more and moaned out load. I put on leg up over the arm of my chair. I did little circles behind my balls getting wider to include my ass. Carl moaned louder, the pounding growing fiercer. I slid a finger tip in my ass and my head went back on my headrest. I grunted. 

"Fuck yeah..." Carl was breathless. 

I took my hand off my cock, it was pointing up away from my abs. My finger tip found the hard knob in my ass....I got three fingers in and started fucking my own ass...that shuddering climax was so close. "I'm close, I'm gonna shoot from finger fucking my ass..." 

"Get over here," Carl was hoarse with excitement. I stood and had to grip the wall for a sec, there was a lube mark where I grabbed the doorframe. Carl's hand was flying up and down his shaft; his balls were tight up against him. "Keep showing off..."

I matched his intensity on my own cock....I put one foot on his bed and wiggling my ass pushed two fingers inside of me. I groaned...without a warning Carl scrunched up and shot off...right into his own mouth....all over his bed....I stopped.

I put my hands behind my head and breathed deep and hard. I wasn't gonna come, I wasn't gonna come. As Carl thrashed on his bed I backed from the edge again. I tossed him a T-shirt from his floor...."You would fuck me if you were single wouldn't you?"

That added a couple of aftershocks for him. He wiped his belly and face nodding, "I wanted to come with you the other day, and I jacked off as soon as I got back in my room."

"Happy to show off for you bud!" I grabbed his hand in a shake and 'bro hugged' him as I leaned over his bed he mumbled "we'll do that again!..."G'nite." I needed a long cold shower to get my cock semi soft. I fell onto my bed, set my alarm and was out. 



Opening Z Ch. 15



My alarm jolted me out of a sweet dream: I was lying on my stomach spread eagle, hands clenching my sheets. I'd almost come....I recalled the last image of the dream: I was balls deep in my ex, fucking her with all my strength. Dustin was hanging on my back riding me in my grudge fuck of my ex. I'd ride down into her; Dustin rode down into me....I swung out of bed. 

The rain was driving against the roof. I didn't want to run in this. I'd swim instead. I was vibrating down the stairs, in the kitchen. I was bright eyed when house mates staggered into the kitchen. Out in the cold I ran full tilt to the gym. When I opened my locker I couldn't find my swim trunks, I must've left them at home. I was inspired: I texted Brett, asking if I could get his combo and borrow his. 

He replied, "Hell yeah! Hot!" and his digits. His Speedo's were so snug and clingy. Even though I concentrated on swimming the image of me in the middle of my ex and D kept me chubby in the cool water. Pumped I finished 30 minutes and leapt out of the lap pool. Someone whistled off to the side. I pulled my goggles off; it was Caleb. I grinned at him and strode over. 

We chatted and as I got cold we parted. He was going to the same party tonight. I warmed up in the hot tub for a few. I had to pee, so I got out. I saw Coach's door slightly open. My cock lead the way. Gulping my smoothie I knuckled his door. His eyes never left my face...and he flushed. "I'll get in touch with you, maybe this weekend...." Was the last he said as he turned back to the stack of paper work. The locker room was filled with guys coming or going to early morning workouts. The clock showed it was barely 745. 

I lounged in steam room, keeping a lid on my boner as a lot of guys were bullshitting in the steam. I showered, got some, "looking good and working hard Wollinowski!" That set my motor to purring. By the time I managed to get into my jeans I had a dribble of precome on my hand. I licked it off. I stood for a minute jeans undone, cock getting fuller, pushing up out of my open fly. I had my back to the locker room. I put moisturizer on my chest and abs. I lubed my cock with the combo of lotion and precome. There was no one on either side of me but felt eyes on my back. 

I looked over my shoulder as I did up my button fly. One of the swim team, I didn't recall his name. He pushed off his boxers and tugged his balls a couple of times with one hand while getting his Speedo with another. I put on J's sideways smile and nodded. I got my sweater on just as the space next to me was filled with a giant football player, one of the linemen probably. He grunted, "Mornin." And scowled and stomped off to the scale. He came back glaring at my smoothie as I tied my shoes.

The rest of the morning was one smile after another....I felt infectiously happy and sexy. I went over to see Brett's new place at two; it was just to the other side of campus. It was a nice one bedroom. I sat and listened to him vent about the breakup. He looked more relaxed than I'd seen him but still tired and sad. After about an hour we walked back to campus together. I slid into class just as it started. I went to sit in the library to check on messages while waiting for Vic.

My brother texted complaining about Mom. We made plans for him to drive over the two hour drive on Sunday and crash with me. He sounded pissed. I told him, "it sounds cheesy dude, but I'm not buying her shame anymore. I've opened up a lot this year...we'll talk..." I was always comfortable with him. He seemed relieved at the end of the call. Victoria surprised me in the library by putting her hands over my eyes from behind.

I felt the instant attraction I'd felt with Will yesterday when I turned and took her hands off my eyes. We stood leaning on the book shelves, quietly catching up. I felt the heat bouncing between us. I couldn't keep my hands still, my pecs, then in my back pockets, then my hair. She reached over and put a strand of my hair behind my ear. I smelled her: warm milk and coffee, soap and....her.

I remembered how much fun our late night hook-up was last year. My mouth watered suddenly at the smell, the thought of tasting her....I brushed her wrist with my finger tips. She said, "let's go have hot chocolate at my place...I make it Mexican style with water...no fat..." I swallowed and nodded. I had my backpack shouldered and one hand in my pocket gripping the head of my cock that was announcing it wanted free.

Her ass swung as we went down the stairs. Her breast brushed my arm as we went thru the revolving door together. We wet our lips in the same moment of awareness. I snuck her hand I mine with a cheesy grin. She giggled.

In her tiny flat, I sat while she made water for chocolate. Her roommate's parents were coming over for dinner and her roommate was due home in a little more than an hour. The chocolate was amazing. I leaned over and kissed her: chocolate and her salty taste, the small bitter tang of her old fashioned red lipstick. I brushed her hair behind her ear and she turned her lips to my palm.

"Vic....I'm just gonna say it...let's go lay down...I want...huh this is hard to say...let's make love...I want to give you pleasure....." I blushed and she stood up.

On her bed surrounded by her scent we meshed side by side kissing little kisses. She pulled me on top of her and it got heavy fast. I leaned up on my elbows, my cock and our heartbeats the only movement. 

"Do you have protection? I don't think I have any..." she opened her bedside drawer. Nope.

I had none either, "I didn't want to assume anything. I don't carry them."

Her groan brought our hips and lips back together. "I can do quite a lot without a condom..." I raised my eyebrows and grinned. She accepted the challenge with a sigh as I buried my lips in the crook of her neck. I got her shirt and sports bra off. I let my tongue dance over her nipples and ribcage. I lightly held her hands away from my crotch. I needed to focus on her or I was gonna cream my jeans like a teenager.

She was writhing under my teasing tongue on her breasts and belly. A tiny drop of sweat was in her navel; I moaned as I tongued it out, making eye contact as my tongue dug into her bellybutton. When I put one palm flat on her mound, I felt her pulsing heartbeat. I lay next to her just holding her firm while she warmed up her hips in circles and thrusts against my flat hand.

She took my hand and slid it into the waist band of her jeans. She bit her lip. I moved her hand away from my visible cock head and said, "Maybe you can please me later...right now I want to make you come..." She groaned and drew me into the best kiss so far. Feeling our tongues wrestle made my cock pulse and I felt a gob of precome hit my belly. 

I kissed down her length. I kissed her waist as she undid her jeans. I held her shocking red panties up as she shimmied outta her jeans. Once again I held her sex in my palm as I let her rub and grind. I had a matching hand on her breast which had hardened and warmed. My mouth was watering at the scent of her....I made wetter and wetter trailing kisses, more tonguing kisses on her navel and hips bones...I could feel dampness and a new hard little knob under my palm.

I let her lift my shirt off. I was sweaty. The hot contact of our bellies and chests together brought her hands up to my hair. Her ribcage was arching and heavy slightly as she began to pant. I undid my jeans and dropped them over the side of the bed. I kept my cock just outta her reach. I fluttered my fingers, pressed the heel of my hand into her clit, softly...just a bit of pressure. She arched for it. 

I fluttered my fingers again around and around her labia. She arched up and down for it. I began rhythmic pushes and flutters. She went straight-legged and I was able to get my whole forearm under her arched back. I pulled her belly skin in my lips and moaned at the scent of her. With one arm under her back, the other hand pressed against her mound I moved down between her legs, which she spread just enough to allow me to kneel there. 

I took my hand off her mound and swiped my briefs off. My ass rode high in the air, but nothing touched my cock, thankfully. My dick jumped with almost every swipe of my tongue on her thighs and belly. She pushed her panties to one side. She was fully shaved. In a fumbled move we got them off and I got my forearm back under her back. With only light kisses I moved in a big circle around her thighs and mound. The first kiss to her clit hood, sent shudders thru her. I held her with the arm under her and one hand on her navel.

The hint of a taste of her sex was fucking so incredible. I recalled the guys I'd tasted in the last week, different but similar. I took one long tongue lap from the bottom of her lips to flutter on her clit. The shudders took her a moment longer this time. I grinned up at her. She took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. I let her ride it out.

She took my head and held my pursed lips against her lips. The combined juices from her and my watering mouth made my chin drippy. I licked it off, and my back arched. I had to breathe deep to keep from touching myself. I licked bottom to top, bottom to top, bottom to top. I tugged a tiny bit on her clit hood with just my lips. She held her breath, "oh Zach. Oh my gawd..." on the exhale.

Bottom to top, bottom to top....we were starting to get slurpy. I couldn't taste enough of her. For the first time I slipped my tongue into the outer swollen lips of her....there was the grunt! Again: grunt! Again: grunt! Her ass was bouncing off the bed in random little jerks. I gave my cock a couple of pulls, to milk out some of the precome...

I backed off, wiping my face on her belly as I lay flat on top of her...My cock felt so huge against her, compared to the guys' abs. She wrapped her legs up around my ass. We humped and thrust, getting sweaty. I was so close. I sat up to breathe, showing off.

She pulled me down on top of her; I squirmed down her to tongue her clit over and over. She guided one of my fingers into her. She held my hair. She stopped breathing. A silent scream and she flooded my mouth with her come. I sucked it in, twisting her clit with my lips. Her contractions actually almost pushed my finger out. I moved on top of her and held on, kissing her neck and eyelids.

I pulled a comforter over us as she kept twitching and...well almost a purr. He hand found my sore balls. "Vic," I nodded to the clock, "we don't have time....I'm so ok with getting you off....lets save more for another time."

She looked sharply at me...."You're serious?!"

I nodded, a little shy about it, "I've just discovered that giving pleasure is a gift, a talent I fucking love it!" 

We heard he roommate some in the front room. I looked worried for a sec, but she said, "It's just her. Her very conservative parents will be here in about an hour. I'd keep you right here if it weren't for them"...her kiss was thicker and slippery....we got dressed. Her roommate looked surprised, then...well jealous. I grinned like a fool. I held her hand as we stood in the front door chatting about next time we could get together. 

I could taste, smell her on my face. On the stairs outside her place I adjusted, no, hell I toyed with my blue balls. I pulled my phone out, Will had texted me Tara's address and asked if I'll have eaten...she was making pasta. I texted back, "Yes please!" He said, "see you in about an hour."

I had 75 minutes to kill...I hadn't done weights today so I bounced over the gym. I sent J a text, and he and I went back and forth. He had a date with the girl, Leo, from my accidental scene last week. He was eager to hear about all my adventures. And I his. Dustin texted while I was with Vic, "wear those jeans tonight?" I said, "hahaha, yes." I got to the gym and tore up the weight room. I was so pumped. I did a 45 minute set and did nothing but tease myself and anyone who'd watch me in the locker room. I dashed home to change into the worn snug jeans. I made it to Tara's only five minutes late.

We had lots of text to review for the project. We divvied it up and ate pasta. After we cleared the dishes, two of Tara's three house mates came home. Will and Tara and I sat in the living room cramming thru some of the assigned text. After about a half and hour, we got down to planning the project. We'd need to meet a couple more times, so we blocked out time on Sunday midday. The other house mate came home and girly giggles came from the kitchen; we called it quits on the study time. 

Will suggested we step out together to a pub around the corner. I had another 90 minutes til I met up with D. They ordered a pitcher of hard cider; I broke training and had a little glass of cider, really no more than a couple of swallows. It was tasty and went right to my head. We laughed a lot. Tara said as we were leaving, "Let's go out on a real date..." there was pause, for some reason it was funny how she said and we all collapsed laughing again. 

Will said, "Dinner and a movie, Saturday night?"

"Yeah. Sounds good." Outside the pub we stood for a long moment under the bare trees and street lamps were just coming on. "We decided were this goes, what it means, ok. I'm in a place where I really want to communicate and be creative with people."

"We don't want any drama..."they frowned, "we tried to date a guy over the summer...it got real intense and awkward....he was kinda crazy..."

"I don't think there's anything to worry about..." Tara laid her hand on my arm, the first she'd touched me, and "you've already been more open than he ever was..."

I took her hand and half hugged her, pulling Will in close too. I could feel the warmth between us against the cold wind. Will's hand stayed on my lower back. "Date night on Saturday! A real, normal date. Just us three!"

My goofy grin set them giggling. They headed over to Wills place. I wanted to go home for a while. I walked home kicking the first of the fallen leaves. I ignored my buzzing phone for a few minutes. It was nice being quiet. I slipped in the back way of the house and climbed the stairs to my room. I had about an hour until D picked me up for the party. I dumped my book bag and stripped outta my clothes. 

Lying on my back on my bed I answered texts from Vic, Brett and J. Carl came to my door and we chatted. My cock started to warm to his attention. I suggested a shower because I smelled like Vic. I didn't mind but for some reason didn't want carry over with D. Carl had a date with his gal in a while so he was upfront about not getting off. I wasn't feeling that connected anyway so we just hung out in the shower and joked a while. 

I did some yoga; it was then that I realized I was a little blue. I dug into the feeling; I guessed I was afraid of what my brother was gonna say when I opened up to him about all the partners I'd had in the last week. That was bullshit; he'd always been there for me and he'd had a fling with a guy his freshman year so he wasn't gonna be judgmental. The yoga did its job: got me in touch with all of myself. 



Opening Z Ch. 16



I pulled on the worn jeans D requested. It was a little nippy so I put on a long sleeve thermal that was a second skin. I really wanted to be with D; to spend time with him. I missed J too. My phone buzzed; D was down stairs out front. I flashed a grin at myself in the mirror. I dashed down and outta the house, trailing a jacket. He was leaning against his car.

His car was plush. I commented on it; he blushed. I hadn't known he came from money. We got in; as I was leaning to find the seat belt our faces neared each other. One sweet kiss and a quiet, "hello.' And my heart thumped. He leaned back, putting his far elbow on the car door and supporting his forehead..."damn Z." that hand then dropped to his chest, "you get me, buddy..."

"You got my heart thumpin' too."

We sat in silence for a moment. Then we both grinned like fools. "It's good to see you, you look and smell great..." he turned over the engine.

"I missed y'all earlier today....its good to be with you...where's the party?"

"Ah. About that....I'm kinda using you as a shield....long story short: Caleb's ex, now his 'best friend' is having a house party, big DJ up from the Bay. James and Caleb try, and try, and try to get me in bed...it gets under my skin...they think if they get me drunk, every time I'll cave...tough part is, I wouldn't mind but they get aggressive and then drama hits when I don't play along...so...I wonder if you'll....well...d'ya mind acting a little possessive...oh, and not letting me drink or take anything?" We sat at idle at the curb.

"Dustin....hey, look...." He turned in the seat to face me...."the no drink or drug part, I got ya covered. Let's stop and grab our own beverages....and I have no problem keeping you to myself tonight....." I put my hand on his forearm on the console between us. "We're friends and you need me to run interference? Gotcha covered. Let me ask though....are we gonna appear to them as more than friends?"

He grabbed me by the back of the neck and pressed our foreheads together, "See? I knew you'd get it! J usually runs cockblock for me in this crowd...he's out with what's her name...everyone knows J and I are friends and playmates...I said it the other day...I want you in that circle too...so yeah we're gonna be together at this party...if you want..."

I undid the seatbelt and climbed onto his lap, somehow getting my knees next to his hips and my arms behind his back....I opened my mouth to him and drew in his tongue. The moan we made together sent my hairs up on my neck. "I'm all in, buddy..." The steering wheel was killing my lower back. I got stuck getting back in my seat; all the tension melted in the awkward squirming and laughter as I got back into the passenger seat. 

In the market we debated soda vs. sparkling water....I won with water...he conceded but said, "You gotta kiss me, here and now..." I didn't look around even though part of me wanted to scan the aisle for witnesses. One slippery wet tongue kiss in the soda and snack aisle. We checked out and I surprised him by slipping my hand into his back pocket as we crossed the parking lot...he jumped a little and said, "J does that same thing too..." 

We drove over the hill to the huge house. The gate was open; cars lined the white gravel lane. We kissed and groped in the car. He got me super hot...my lips were tingling and our baskets were well filled out. We left our jackets in the car and he carried the four pack of water. A couple of people were out front smoking; D didn't know them well so we went inside. It got ugly immediately.

D was spotted by James right away; when D introduced me James curled his arm around D's waist and D flushed. I took the four pack from D. I calmly held James' eye as I set the water on a side table. I took his hand off of D's ass and formally shook it. "James. Nice to meet you...please don't do that again." I stepped into D's side and turned on the charming smile that had all of my fighting instincts behind it. I wasn't touching D but every part of me was connected to him and I felt that returned from D in that instant. 

James arched an eyebrow at D, "Oooh? Does Jerome know you got a new boy?" It took me a second...J's full name was Jerome...D opened his mouth; I put a hand on his arm for a flash. 

"J? Yeah he does know...and the three of us have plans tomorrow night...oh and please don't call me 'boy.' 

James scorned to look at me...I pushed myself to open my gaze, my self to him....it had grown quiet around us. None of us had raised our voices but the tension in James' and D's faces was thick. I held his gaze, soft and charming. I felt D relax next to me. James suddenly became aware of all the eyes...on him...he shifted gears, personas...now the gracious host, he gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then gestured us into the party. 

D blew out a long breath and looked back worried at James' retreat. "That was remarkably different...J had to slap him once for that same shitty attitude." We were suddenly surrounded by other guys from the swim team; I knew Josh; Kevin was the guy from the locker room the other day. Caleb joined a moment later; red in the face with a wary eye on me...the 90 minutes we spent there was filled with odd social tensions. I was getting kinda fed up. 

I rubbed the back of my neck, "D? Is it odd in here or is it just me?"

"Buddy, its odd as fuck in here..." we had been stationed on bar stools in the main room of the house. People had circulated around us. Josh came back around just then, more than a little drunk. I gave him my seat as he needed to sit. I saw his car keys in one hand. I looked at D, then the keys. D took them outta Josh's hand.

Josh sighed, "Thanks...didn't want the wrong guy to get a hold of those"....he looked around the room and glared at James, "I'm not ready to leave, but if you see me home safe...."

D wrapped him in a head lock and pocketed his keys. "We'll take off in about a half an hour and we'll get you home..."

"Good! Then I can get drunk!

"Drunker..." D said in a light tone....

Josh said "Yup!" pushed himself off of D and headed to the bar, "He never drinks...he's probably had one glass of wine...two and he passes out..."

I was standing against the bar, D was sitting on a stool legs wide. I stepped sideways to put one of his legs behind my back and rested an arm behind his back. We watched the party in comfortable silence. Josh had his second glass of wine and was laughing with Kevin and a couple girls. 

"Z?"

I turned to find his face just inches from mine....it was one of those magnet kisses....he put his arm around my waist along his thigh behind my back. I still felt wary. 

"I could leave any time you want too....I'm glad to be out with you but....this ain't my kinda crowd..."

D pulled me into a full frontal hug, burying his face in my neck....I felt chills as we parted from a couple of the stares we got...."Jealousy sucks as a party guest." D snorted at my quip.

We hooked arms with Josh and walked him to the back seat. Once in the car, he leaned forward and putting one gentle hand on the backs of each of our necks, said, "Nooooowwww...kiss!" D and I kissed hot and quick. "Zach. I dunno what you did to that catty James....but it was awesome to see him shut the fuck down....you done made me proud!"

I laughed at his sudden accent....he was sprawled in the backseat against one door. D started the car and we drove off, "Z. you were pretty awesome there....that look you gave him stripped all his games away....I'd never want to be your opponent....."

"Yup, glad you're on our team!" Josh giggled....D rolled his eyes.

"Josh...I'm taking you home....alone....you're not joining Z and I."

"Aw, c'mon...." he sat up; hugging D from behind....he looked at D then me...

"Josh....you're gonna pass out as soon as its quiet....and you regretted that last time you tried to play with me and J when you were drunk, remember?"

"Oh damn, right!" he did laugh though.

"What happened?" I couldn't resist.

D made a sour face....

Josh said, "not my proudest moment....I threw up...on J's couch...hit my head, needed two stitches....had to miss a week of practice on concussion watch...not the sexiest first attempt at giving head....huh?"

I was stunned.....D nodded....we all busted and as the laughter died down Josh was suddenly quiet....he passed out. We got him home and into bed....stripped him naked and put a bucket and water bottle next to his bed in case. Leaving a light on and his keys under his phone with a text from D, we stepped outside. 

I had begun to get foggy. D hunching down a little, looked at his phone, "I have to get the car back. How about I drop it off and we walk you home?"

"Sure...you alright?"

"I'm tired....its been a long day and that party wasn't much fun..." he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and smiled with tired eyes.

I couldn't think of anything to say so I just hugged against him, we stood in the entry of Josh's apartment building. We got in the car and drove to his grandparents' house and the car slid silently into the garage. We sat for a minute while the car ticked and whirred. He put one hand on my thigh and the other on my hair. "I wished I weren't so tired, Z. and I really feel bad about dragging you into that drama..."

"D. Will you spend the night? I'd like to sleep with you...talk for a while...remember? We create this relationship....our rules...our...agreements? I'd like to talk a bit...."

I felt him drop against me then, "thanks Z. Let's walk to your place and just hang...I...I think I'd like to stay over."

The fog got dense. D put his arm over my shoulder, I held him at the waist. We walked chatting about our day, our training schedules. We snuck in the kitchen door and grabbed a snack and we both laughed when we sighed as I closed the door to my room. I'd left the space heater on so it was warm. As we snacked he asked about Vic and Will and Tara. I felt completely at ease telling this lover about my other lovers. I hoped they would feel the same.

With a huge yawn D took off his shoes and flopped his head on to my thighs as I sat against the wall on my futon. "What did you want to talk about, Z?"

"Oh....its late. I don't want any stress or pressure....I'm just gonna put this out there...." I was blushing and a tremor passed thru my chest...."I've thought about this...not tonight, but sometime...maybe tomorrow at J's....I'd...I wanna...I want to get fucked...by you...."

He opened his eyes and looked at me from my lap....the blush and nerves melted. He leaned up as he pulled me into a kiss....then moved to lie side by side. "Z," he swallowed hard, "I'd like to....we'll go real slow ok? My time with J was...well...one of the most amazing nights of my life....I want the same for you....having J with us will...I dunno, it'll make sense, ya know?"

I did. It fit. I nodded, feeling vulnerable in a good way. There was nothing else to say. We kissed the simple kisses of tired understanding between lovers. I started to giggle...he looked confused. "I didn't know I was a cornball romantic...." I told him I'd thought the phrase, "simple kisses..." He rolled his eyes and groaned. We got up, I had to brush my teeth; I didn't have a spare brush but he used his finger and mouthwash. 

In my room I set my alarm and we settled in naked. I thought for a minute we would get off together, but sleep won.

My alarm bipped, it was 6:45. I lay under his arm and thigh...his face was in the curl of my neck and shoulder.....we were both humping hard. He opened one eye and said, "Uh uh, nope, not getting up." He nestled in more and squeezed me. 

"Oh we're up...."I thrust my hips and hard cock into his thigh and rolled back my hip into his hard-on. He gave a long low moan and his tongue found the back of my throat. He was then fully on top of me, his legs demanding space between mine. Hot, his cock head found my slightly sweaty ass crack and rooted for my hole. His evil chuckle and teasing thrusts had my back arching. 

"I'm not gonna let us come.....you have to walk around all day...wanting this..." he pushed deep into my mouth with his kiss and the head of his cock pressed hard on my hole...he jumped up, and away. I grabbed my own hair...."fuck that's so evil!...D, dammit"

He pulled me by the hand into a standing hug. I kissed him, suctioning his tongue and spit into my mouth....he groaned....I kept him deep in my mouth. Then I jumped back, knelt on the bed and looked over my shoulder at him, then my ass....he groaned. My evil smile had its turn, "now you have to go all day and think about this...." I wagged my tail at him. He fell on top of me and we ground together, my ass lifting him off the bed in my back thrusts. 

My alarm bipped its 10 minute snooze. With one last mouth watering kiss, panting we parted. He stood and pulled his socks and jeans on. "Get up...get out on your run...." He was having trouble buttoning his fly. I stretched long overhead and grabbed my under armor compression shorts and my running gear. 

"I love ya, Dustin." We were nose to nose leaning on my desk. "Love you too Z!" 

"See you at 7! Let J know what you want to do tonight....he should know too..." At his parting glance and swat on the ass I took off running.

I flew thru my hour-long run. I had my shirt off and my running shorts swinging low around my ass on the walk up the stairs. I didn't even make into the shower before I popped wood. I stood in the mirror and got trembles in my thighs as I jacked up. Cold shower, then a long slow shave and some ass play. The gob of precum worked its way up from my ass and balls. I caught it on two fingers and sucked them clean. I had early practice in a few minutes. I crammed my cock into my jeans and hair still wet was out the door.

I dominated on the mat, running drills against the guys and demonstrating moves with the assistants. I wore almost nothing; we were in the small gym, only eight other guys and two assistants. I was wearing an old singlet that I'd cut down to just shorts; they hugged my ass deep into my crack and the bulge of my balls hung low. My dick head was pointing up to my navel. I kept half hard the whole time. My teammates in my weight class, Brett, Jordan, and Lee all responded to my challenges to work harder. Brett handled himself really well, keeping his wits about him. He had on a jock under last year's training shorts. Lee and Jordan were also free-balling.

The assistant, Klein, (he was another Mike) was really engaged and hands on. He'd graduated three years before and was working on a Masters in Physical Ed. We took a break and Klein followed us into the locker room. He and I complimented Brett on really getting into the training; he usually seemed to be holding back. Klein took off his shirt as we all cooled down for a minute. I took off my shirt and leaned over to Brett, "I wish you were free ballin' too buddy. I bet Klein would if you did..." I love the blush Brett gets. 

Jordan and Lee went back in the small gym. Brett stepped out of his shorts and took of his jock, tossing it into his locker. As he put his shorts back on, I pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed that into his locker too. Klein had been on the other side of the locker room; he emptied his water bottle and told us to do some more drills. We went back into the gym where Jordan and Lee were horsing around. We got into drills. Sure enough Klein came out a minute later his track pants replaced with taut training shorts and a visible line of cock. Klein was dark and had huge arms and his thighs had individual lines of muscle, his back was wide and cut. The other five guys on the far side of the small gym were working hard on conditioning drills.

Klein asked to demonstrate a move on me; his sweaty torso on my back was a thrill. He grunted in surprise when I broke the move and got away from him. Jordan took a couple of tries but broke the hold too. Lee about the same. Brett had that hollow look when Klein waved him over to the center of the mat. Klein bested him six times in a row. I pulled Klein aside and told him, "Dismiss the other two, I think we can get Brett to relax, just us..."

The other squad was breaking away too. Klein put his hand on Brett's shoulder and told Jordan and Lee to hit the showers. Klein said, "You can do this...we're here to get you thru...ok?" to Brett who nervously nodded. I got in position, holding eye contact with Brett. It felt damn good when Klein folded over my back and ran his hand down my forearm, then the other around my rib cage...he slid his hand around my pecs and upper abs. I know B saw the pleasure I took from that starting position. 

Klein and I broke the moves down into slo-mo, repeating them, several times. Klein and I were getting fuller hard-ons. I waved Brett over and pushed him onto his knees and folded over his back, "Feel me stud," whispered into his shoulder blade. On his third effort he broke the move. I grabbed his hard ass in a long grope and congratulated him. I held him in the center of the mat and Klein moved in.

Klein said, "Stay loose...don't tense....you got this...." He folded over Brett's back and I only moved far enough away to let them work. I sat with my legs spread my cock now almost fully hard, Klein pinned him four times. Klein sat back on his haunches and rubbed his face in frustration. Klein got up went to the doors and flipped the latches. "off the record guys....ok?"

I nodded and smiled at Brett. "C'mon buddy....get outta your head. Don't think so much...you're such a stud when you stand tall and proud...let yourself, your real self be seen...like last Sunday night." 

Klein didn't say anything as he turned off almost all the lights, Then as he knelt, "I needed a lot of practice before I could be my best with anyone....I never wanted to be seen as weak or different, so I worried a lot about what other people saw me doing. We're gonna practice that move again...but no one's here, no one's coming in...a coach did just this for me early on..." he pointed to the dim surroundings. 

Without saying another word he shucked his shorts and waved me into the center of the mat. Before I got into position I dropped my shorts too. We broke down the move three more times...both of us were rock hard. Brett was fidgeting now, I think fighting an erection. I waved him over to the center of the mat. He sat and looked back and forth between us; almost as if he were shaking his head...I pulled his foot to get his closer. I slid my hands inside his shorts. 

Now naked I put him on the mat and pinned him quickly twice; I let my moans at touching him get louder. He got the move broke on the third try and completely avoided it on the fourth. He was about half hard. Klein pushed my hip to move me off Brett.

Brett arched a little when Klein settled on top of him. Klein took a long time holding Brett and just saying, "breathe into it...feel my grips and weight balance...relax, breathe." Brett broke the hold the second attempt. He avoided it the fourth try. 

Klein grabbed him by the shoulders as they knelt and butted foreheads smiling. We all three had swollen red cocks. Klein said, "You two want some time to practice that here...? I'll take off..."

In the first words he said all day Brett said to me..."Z-z-Zach...w-w-will you w-w-w-watch, p-p-p-please? This-this-this is im-im-important f-for me." Not sure what he wanted I nodded. 

Brett took Klein by the hips and pulled him down on top of him. Klein was shocked but when Brett asked, "Can we come like-like-like this?" Klein agreed with a huge smile. They humped and sweated, grunted together. I got to stroke along at their pace. 

"Klein, suck his lips....he loves that..." Brett flashed me a look but was interrupted by the hotness of Klein's sucking kiss. Brett lifted them both off the mat in his arch and came and came. His shudders set off Klein's orgasm too. I barely stopped; the shivers in my belly and ass were hot and sweet. As they rode their come down, Brett smiled and tossed his bangs back.




Opening Z Ch. 16



"I-I-I-th th-think I really nee-nee-needed that!" 

Klein sat back shiny with sweat and come...."I expect you to get that move every time now, Carson." He looked at my oozing cock...."Wollinowski, what about you?"

"I'm good...I love to edge like this..." I stood and stretched long arms over head. Brett jumped up and grabbed me in a sloppy hug. Klein tossed a towel to Brett and we spent a minute wiping down each other then we three cleaned the mats too. 

Brett stopped us at the door with a hand on each of our chests, "f-f-f-fear of a f-f-f-fantasy, is-is-is a terrible th-th-thing. Thanks guys!" Klein hugged him, and then I did.

"You guys should hang out....we all could...." Brett and Klein looked at me like hungry men and we all nodded.

In the locker room I had to shower quickly, it was 945 and I had class in 15 minutes. I saw Brett and Klein exchanging numbers as I left. Juggling my phone and backpack I dashed off to class. Texted Vic, we made plans for Monday evening. Isaac wanted to do yoga; we agreed on Sunday. Brett sent a string of smiley faces. J and I found time to grab lunch, Thai food again. My brother asked if I had any plans for our night Sunday. I needed to breathe: I suggested we drive out to the coast for a night at our parents' cabin. He wasn't sure; I asked again, said I really needed to talk. He agreed. I sat down just as the TA was starting lecture.

At the break in lecture I walked to the bathroom and finally slowed down a sec. Will had texted; Tara was home sick today he said he'd save me a seat. I sent a wink back. My therapist confirmed our phone time tomorrow by email. Back in class, I had a five minute presentation. I stood comfortably I front of the class, rattling off citations for a project and wished I was naked....no one really got my attention in class but I wanted to be nude. I was ready for tonight with J and D. I could get to the gym this afternoon and might strut and show off then. 

At lunch with J it was easy to tell him I wanted to get fucked. He grinned like a fool and said he couldn't wait; he spread his legs on the stool and was rapidly getting hard in his sweats. He told me to not worry; he'd make sure I had a great time. I was hard before him. The Thai place was busy so we played it cool. We hugged and walked a block or two until he went off to swim, I to lecture.

Will was seated off to one side of the hall at the back; he had one of the few actual tables that seated two. I slid into my chair, everyone was still settling in talking loud. When I sat and looked around I realized we were mostly screened from the rest of the class by the AV station and a row of pillars. 

Will leaned over, waggling his eyebrows said, "I fingered Tara to an orgasm once last year in this spot during a film. No one knew..." He squeezed my knee...I sat forward on my chair opening my thighs completely to him....we toyed with each other the whole ninety minutes of lecture. I sat with my elbows on the desk once with my ass arched back on the chair. He was just able to slip half of his hand into the gap my jeans made and grope my ass cheeks and the top of my crack. I did get a few slow strokes on his ass and cock too. We sat until almost everyone had left the hall.

He nodded to the side entrance. There was a stair well, we humped and hugged, sloppy kissed for a few minutes until the door on the floor above us slammed open. We walked awkwardly down the last flight and out into the square. He had to run off to work; we were going to have fun on our date tomorrow, he said even if Tara wasn't feeling well, we'd have fun. It was just 2:45....I had no calls or texts, no classes, no pressing homework...four hours to kill and a boner in my hand in my pocket.



Opening Z Ch. 17



I wanted to be naked...I wanted to show off...I wanted to have my hard cock slippery in my hand...I wanted to get fucked....I felt that last desire roll between my cock in hand to my balls to my ass to my cock and back again. I headed for the gym; I could burn off some energy and build some other in a work out. There is a kinda corridor on one side of the gym between buildings; as I turned down it to get to the lobby, Tony one of the quarterbacks and his girl Tiesha were right there. 

Tiesha had her back to me leaning into Tony's thighs and belly as he leaned against the low wall there. She has the most perfect heart shaped ass. She had her head on his shoulder. Tony saw me turn the corner. His eyes went right to my boner. He shifted one hand down to cup her ass...and moved it into her crack from behind, grinning wickedly at me over her shoulder. I pretended to check my phone. He pulled her into a kiss and lifted one of her legs a bit to rub her pussy from behind. Tony's mixed; he has dark caramel skin and shocking green eyes. 

I pulled on my cock a little; he kept one eye open on my hand. I wanted to join them. I heard someone coming down the corridor...I looked over my shoulder and frowned back at Tony. I walked by just nodding, "what's up guys?" as I went past them. Two maintenance guys followed me around the corner. I sighed happily and went into the locker room. 

There were a lot of the football team milling around the lobby, but the locker room was pretty quiet. I hear a shower going and a couple lockers were open. I sat down in front of my locker, there was no way I could get my full erection into the gym shorts I'd brought...they were the running shorts J had trimmed the lining out of. I moved slow unpacking my gear, untying my shoes, reviewing the training lists Mac had given me. My urgency passed some. 

Jergens came out of the dry sauna and went to one of the toilet stalls. One guy rushed from the shower into his sweats and left. Only two open lockers now. I stared at the lists. That helped cool me off some. Jergens nodded and went into his office. The locker room was silent around me. I pulled off my shirt. The warm moist air flowed over my skin. I stood and worked my jeans down over my ass, and took them and my socks off in one move. I snagged a towel and took a cold shower. 

Tony was at his locker when I came out of the shower, "hey stud. Good to see you today." He opened his zippered hoodie and dropped it in his locker. I was drying my hair and the droplets were suddenly going from cold on my skin to hot. 

"Good to see you two too..." I stopped toweling my hair, got my water bottle and strutting, and filled it. 

Tony dropped his sweats; I saw a glistening spot down one thigh. He'd been precumming. 

"I needed a cool rinse...been pumped all day...." I faced him as I pulled clean short socks on. It hit me that I hadn't come since Isaac, Brett and I did yoga Wednesday morning. I'd been hard and wanting most of that time!

He looked around, no one was around. I thought someone was in the sauna or steam room, but wasn't sure. "Yeah...I noticed...." He flashed those super green eyes at my crotch. "What're you up to?"

"Hmmm...I thought I'd hit the weights....long steam and sauna for sure....gonna get laid tonight so I need to touch up the trim job. You?" I took a long drink of water. He was well muscled and every move was muscular and poised. He had a sprinkle of tight curlies on his chest and a triangle of a pube. 

"I'll join ya....we haven't hung out since that training camp last year...I've got time to kill til me and Tiesha hang tonight."

I held his eyes as I pulled on the thin running shorts. The long line of my shaft was pushed against the material by my full balls. Tony had compression shorts in his hand. He dropped them back into his bag and tugged on some cotton shorts. They were longer in the legs but taut across his thighs and ass so they formed a natural pouch. We walked to the weight room, joking and bullshitting. The room was packed. A circuit training class was almost finished.

Tony and I got in line and followed the last team of three thru the circuit. They all left in a crowd and the room seemed huge suddenly. Tony and I spotted for and encouraged each other. He kept forgetting to reset the heights on the machines, "Yo, man sorry. Its funny, I forget I'm taller than you..." He's 6'2". 

"Maybe if you looked up from my cock long enough..." he looked shocked for a flash then slapped my pec as I did bench presses.

"Alright, cocky little bastard....hit another set of those...." I was quaking in my shoulders on the set he pushed me into... We'd been at it now for almost 75 minutes and I was getting tired. I said so. 

"Tell you what big l'il man, you're in better condition than me, I was gonna quit some time back..." He grinned and ducked his face. 

I let out a small, woohoo! and stripping off my sweaty shirt led the way into the locker room. I was naked and tugging my balls as I got a towel before he got his locker open. I pissed real fast and held the door for him into the steam room. No one was around at all. In the steam we sat right across from each other. He wasn't shy about sitting on the edge of the bench his cock and balls hanging over the front of the bench. He stretched full arms over head and without a word pulled me by my knees into matching his posture.

He then spit into his hand and gave my cock head a warm lube, "My gal gets most of my attention...but....let's mess around...do you edge?" His expression was kinda shy but his hand was active on all of my cock and balls now. I matched him; we pulled each others cocks. 

After a few minutes, I had to push his hand off, "I've not come in two days and I've edged like 6 times...." He sat back.

"Get me closer big l'il man." I took both hands and giving a thick gob of spit to the job really set into his cock. He had a surprisingly high voice when he got excited. He shook and thrust up, stopping me with an iron grip on my wrists. I was rewarded with a white clump of precum when I released my grip on the base of his shaft. I rubbed it back into his head, giving him echoes to ride out. The iron grip turned into batting away my hands. I laughed at him. 

I stood and shook out my hands and arms. He leaned forward and in one deep suck, took my cock down to the balls. He arched in a little gag and slurped back off my cock. He pushed down the length again and again. I stood on my toes, fists pointed at the ceiling and just moaned. I had to back off and sat down hard on the bench. "That is like riding a bike...ya never forget huh? I ain't done that in ages...we're cool, right? I mean..."

"Naw, man we're cool. I don't 'kiss and tell'...."

His grin made me chuckle, I reached forward and wiped off a smear of spit and my precum that was left over on his chin....I was still throbbing and getting a little light headed...."I need a cool rinse..."

Just as I was done turning under the cool water, Coach Mac came outta his office. I wrapped my towel and called to him. "Mac, got a sec?"

"What's up Wollinowski?" For the first time he looked right at my bulge in the towel.

"I just wanna check in...I hope my offer for a mass..."

"Nope. Didn't bother me at all," he predicted what I was gonna say, "the less we talk about it here the better...alright? If your friend can't get to me, I'll take you up..." He gripped my shoulder at the curve of my neck and shook me. I let me towel slip off as I walked back to Tony in the steam room. Mac put up notices on the bulletin board while watching my ass.

Tony was just getting up; towel in hand, "Hey big l'il man, gotta run...you got my motor goin'....I'm sure Tiesha will be glad...." He ran his hand down my pec to cradle my cock and balls. "I'll drop my digits in your locker, alright?"

"Yeah....we'll hang...maybe us three sometime?"

He put his hand over his mouth, looking thoughtful, "I dunno...Tiesha's pretty closed...but I'll float the idea...." He grinned at some thoughts he was having as he left for the shower. I sat, and then lay down, stretching fully on the steam room bench reaching up thru my hands and pointing my toes. My cock woke up on its own. Looking at it rise, flexing and pumping I brought myself to a shuddering stop in a few minutes. Hoping to be seen I exited the steam room. No one, damn. I shaved then cooled off in the shower and then decided to run home and edge there. 

As I pulled on my clothes I saw the time. I had about 90 minutes...until I got fucked. I realized I'd been avoiding that thought....wanting reassurance I got my phone to text J. He had already texted me, "C'mon over anytime you're free..."

"On my way right now...can I get anything?"

"Nope...you'll be well taken care of, stud."

The chill that ran thru me was amazing. The blue ball feeling hit full on...every step I took was full of pleasing pressure in my ass and balls. As I was rounding the corner to J's house I got this text from him, "Door's open, bring in the key from under the mat and turn off the porch light. Lock up when you come in....D's already here too..."

The butterflies had moved outta my belly into my thighs and hands. Opening the door and wave of warm air rushed me to hurry and close and bolt it behind me. I heard quiet music and J's deep voice. I couldn't make out what he said, I called out as I took off my shoes and hoodie, "hey guys..."

The few steps into the living room seemed to take forever. The arm of the couch came into view, then J's head thrown back, then his sweaty torso. D was curled between J's thighs deep throating J's shiny cock. They both looked at me in the same moment, J's eyes deep blue and his lips slightly parted in bliss; D's brown eyes shiny and his mouth stretched to take J's cock. 

I was unable to move. They both stood in one move and came to me. J lifted my T-shirt off and D took my jeans down. They pressed against me; heat upon heat. D lifted my chin and smiled as he leaned to kiss me, J's tongue joined his just inside my lips, teasing, teasing, teasing. I rose up on my toes to get more of them. They broke the kiss.

D stepped away, nudged me back into J's belly whose arms came around my pecs. D quietly said, "Go with J. I'll be in the bedroom, waiting...there's no rush...If you want me to join you guys, just say so...but I want you two to have some time too..."

I turned my face up over my shoulder to look at J, "what do you want me to do, J?"

J reached out and pulled D against me; his dick slid up on my abs. The shiver transmitted to both of them. "Z, we're gonna go into the shower and get you ready...then we'll join D in the bedroom...at any time anyone feels uncomfortable, we stop and talk it thru...ok?"

I nodded against them and pulled D's ass hard to squish myself between them. 

D stepped back, kissing us both and said, "I'll tell Jess y'all said hey. She texted earlier and said have fun and she's envious of you Z!" 

J stepped us to the bathroom door; I looked back and saw D open J's laptop on his bed. 

J closed the door behind us and sat me down on a towel on the edge of the tub. He crouched in front of me and turned on the faucet, beginning to fill the tub. 

"Z, the most ass play you've had is with us, right?"

"Yeah, a little on my own, my ex messed around a little, but yeah with you two..."

"Uhm...have you ever had an enema?"

"Yeah, I had some tests...it was awful...."

He laughed, "Yeah, those can be....you don't need one, but it is helpful, makes for a little less worry. Here's what we'll do...you'll do a small cleanse....I'll come back and we'll soak and play a bit....I've got a plug for you to toy with....you and I'll get you as hot as I was last week...." He smiled and laughed a little, "or we can just go lay down for a bit...you look sacred...shitless..."

I snorted and rolled my eyes..."That helped...dork."

"Do this one, hold it as long as you can, then fill it with warm water a couple of times until you're clear, ok?" he set an small enema bottle on the counter. The steam from the tub was curling up my back. He stood and his semi-hard was an eyeful. I grabbed him in a hug and got the deep kiss I wanted before.

I can't say I liked the enema, but the third warm rinse did give me a pump or two of blood to my cock. In the sink I washed up and tidied the counter. I opened the door. J and D were side by side stroking each other with the laptop between them. I jumped in between and saw Jess on the screen....she had a vibrator sluicing in her glistening pussy with one hand and her breast in another. 

Facing her, my ass near their shoulders, I dove onto J's, then D's slippery sweet with lube cocks. I could just see Jess as she lost it and flopped up and down; her eyes rolling back. D had to push my mouth off him, he was close...Jess was saying, "oh gawddam Z oh damn, that was one hella surprise! I owe you...." 

I got the chance to say, "My pleasure," before J threw me over his shoulder and carried me off to the waiting bath all of us laughing. I think I heard D say, "even better in person..." before the door closed. J toed the water and winced....he'd run all hot water and it was really hot. He turned the shower on full cold for a sec...swirled it around with his hand and then stepped in. 

We just managed to settle into the stinging water, me between his thighs, my back against his belly when D burst in, "gotta piss boys...." It was a new angle for me from behind and below and it set me to giggling...J caught the giggles

D looked back as he pissed, "What? What's so funny?"

"I saw a Billy goat piss once...from here.....well...I'm just saying...."

He actually looked worried for a sec, then got we were just being silly. He threw a sponge at us and flushed and left. He came right back in and managed another teasing three way kiss, before J broke apart and said, "Close the door, were you born in a barn?"

"Billy goat..." I got a splash in the face for that. He closed the door as he left. J settled into the hot water; his hands began rubbing my shoulders and pecs. I felt him go hard against my back; my cock was right with his, mine sticking up from my belly almost out of the water. My balls floated and ached. J began massaging me deeper in the pecs and ribs, then moving my abs and hip muscles in deep circles. 

When he took my balls in one hand and pulled them away from body, it hurt a little, I was so tense in that area....I needed to come. His tugs got easier and I breathed deeply. He was now making circles with his palm on the pulsing red head of my hard-on. He paused playing with my cock to pull my legs wide and put my calves on the edges of the tub.

He moaned and I gasped as he slipped one tip of one finger into the outer rim of my ass. My hands held his thighs as he made little circles and pushes on my ridges. He stopped moving; I took over, I felt amazing to roll my hips and open my asshole by just flexing. His finger kept a steady pressure on the ridges and creases of my ass...I turned and drew a wet kiss outta him. 

He held my lower lip in his teeth, the said, "just your ass, buddy, feel just your ass..."

A shudder and I went back to play my ass against his steady finger. When I pushed down more than before and his finger went inside me, I felt a catch inside of me. 

"You need some lube....I get a little dry just inside when I'm clean too." He reached over his head and moved a small bag from the lower shower shelf and set it on the floor. "Stand up for a sec...bend over..." water splashed everywhere and I kinda lost my balance...he steadied me from behind. I put my hands on the faucet and my ass was right in his face...my cock right up on my belly....my balls were fat and taut. He stared at me and without a word jammed his tongue as deep as it would go in my ass....the wettest hottest I've ever felt down there.

I couldn't breathe, just looking at his neck muscles straining as he rimmed me until I yelled, "oh fuck! Oh dammit J, fuck me....!" My thighs were bouncing.

He backed off and taking a small tube inserted it and a warm gush of lube filled me. He'd had it in his hand under water so it was just above body temp. He pushed his middle finger against my ass; I pushed back, he sank into me past his second knuckle. My cock was dripping and bouncing. I pulled forward and back and rolled on his finger...my stomach muscles pulled up towards my spine and bending my knees I rocked on his finger until I begged, "more, put another finger in me, J."

He grinned and pulled his finger out. I felt a little mad...he placed his hand on my hip and I lay back down with him. He took a butt plug out of the small bag. It looked about 2-3 fingers wide and about as long as J's second knuckle. He let it float in the tub. He kissed me, taking my mouth as his hole to explore. He got my cock in hand and had me humping and moaning again and again. My hair was starting to stick to me as I got hotter and hotter. 

He set the plug against my ass. I turned my face up to hold his eye....there was a stretchy twinge and I froze...it was in me....J pushed down on my pube with his palm....I felt it inside. J smoothed his hands over my belly, thighs, pube and then jiggled the plug in my ass....I rose up in an arch; water falling off me. He jiggled it again...I groaned. My voice was deeper than I'd heard it...I rose up in a back arching table top position with his arms over my shoulders, one hand on my shaft the other giving random pushes and jiggles on the plug.

"Breathe Z, breathe..." He'd said it a couple of times before I inhaled. He hugged me hard and again claimed my mouth with his tongue. "Now reach down and toy with yourself....lets see you fuck your own ass, stud" His quiet voice pulled another deep groan from me. 

The water was almost body temp so it felt like it wasn't there...J's body was hot on my back. I pulled my balls up out of the way and tapped a couple times on the base of the plug. Tapped harder and faster; pushed it in deeper and then tugged it out and pushed it in. My jaw dropped open when I pulled it all the way out and slowly slid it back to the base. I did that a few times.

A shudder passed thru J's belly against my back when I pushed my hips up and fast stoked my cock while slowly gliding the plug in and out of my ass. The fat bulb end just before the base was easy to get past my rings in my ass...I was sweating even as the water cooled. J whispered, "Squeeze it in your ass...."

I did. "Oh fffuuuuckk!" and a flurry with my hand on my cock brought a dense white gob of precome....J grabbed my hands and bit my shoulder. I couldn't breathe, couldn't move; didn't fully come.

When I came down a minute later; the water was cool around us. J pulled the drain plug and the water began to drain. J gently pulled the toy out of my ass. I felt collapsed; empty. And hotter than I could remember. He reached back into the bag and pulled out a proper dildo, veiny and with balls. J set it on my belly, "It's about the same size as D's cock...." He gave me another little tube of lube. I smeared some on the dildo and squirted the rest in my ass.

He stood us up and turned on the shower for warmth, water spraying the wall. He held me in a hug and pressed the head of the dildo in my crack. I groaned and opened my ass to it. The same tight stretchy pain stopped me for a sec, J held me and kissed me, then jabbed deeper. He held me up as I went weak and my eyes rolled back

I arched and pushed it all the way to the balls. He fucked me with it. The feel of the ridge of the head catching on the rings inside of me was super charging my ass. I was in motion....my calves and thighs tensed with energy as I rose up and down on the dildo. My butt cheeks tensed and pushed...my arms and chest couldn't rest as I tried to hold on to J, to the wall... Wave upon wave, I was coming.....only in my ass....J was gripping the base of my cock. He yanked the dildo out of my ass...it thunked on the bathtub as we groped and kissed. I was clawing his back in heat. 




Opening Z Ch. 17



"I think you're ready for the real thing. Take a few minutes to cool down; calm down...I'll go out a check on D...." I interrupted him with a suck on his tongue. I pushed him against the wall and drew as much of his nine inch cock into my throat as I could. I bobbed and slurped, moaning like never before....I wanted him to come....I wanted him inside of me some how, anyhow. 

He forced my mouth off his cock and kneeling we kissed and came down together in a long few minutes under the spray. He took the toys and put them to soak in the sink. He pointed to a couple more small tubes of lube and winked. With a final lingering kiss, he left me alone. I adjusted the shower head to pound on the back of my neck as I stood under it. Almost on their own two of my fingers found the hard throbbing button in my ass. 

I stood still just feeling my heart beat from inside my ass....

I slipped my fingers out, grabbed shampoo and washed my hair, then soaped up my whole body...I had to force myself to not edge anymore...I wanted all my energies for D & J. I dried off quick, then seeing the almond oil, lightly putting slick oil on my whole body; my skin drank it in and I glowed in my reflection when I swiped the fog off the mirror. My cock never got soft. Last, I squirted a cool gush of lube in my ass which got hot right away.



Opening Z Ch. 18



I opened the door to the bathroom, took the two steps into the bedroom; J & D were side by side grunting in a heap of a 69. I put one knee on the edge of the bed and watched them. I went from ¾ to full hard...pulled the ridge of my cockhead over and over. The lube in my ass made me intimately aware of my need to come, to get fucked.

D seemed to sense that thought; smiling he raised up off of J's cock and suddenly standing at my side kissed me with the taste of J's precum on his tongue. J rolled onto his back, dangled his head off the bed and took my cock down his throat. I was able to go balls deep and pull out easily. J shifted and got his face in my ass crack. I moved from one knee on the bed to crouching over his tormenting tongue. I growled over my shoulder, "Dustin, please....fuck me..."

He'd slipped a condom on. J lifted me from below and wrestling us around put us in the middle of the bed. D's body heat poured on to my back. J pushed gently on my pecs and I was flat on my back between them. D angled then under my hips, twisting in my spine made my ass open and my face still connected to his. His kiss went right thru me. D lifted my thigh and J reached between my legs to aim D's cock at my ass.

D rubbed noses with me, "It's your move stud....do it, fuck my cock...or tell me what you want..." J was teasing my hole with D's cockhead. 

"D, fuck me, take my cherry...."

He wrapped his right arm thru the back of my knee almost holding my throat; I was wide open to him. The tension on my asshole increased as he leaned into me....I inhaled and he was in the first chamber of my hole.....I exhaled and he rubbed a little back and forth there. I inhaled as he pressured his was thru the inner ring. I curled my toes and held still as he slid home. 

The weight of him inside me set sweat trickling between my shoulder blades. He licked it off. I shuddered all over. I twisted my neck to suck his lips and tongue. His heat in my ass was building. I felt him swelling from inside. I breathed. He pulled until the ridge of his head was tugging on the inner ring, scraping my aching prostrate. The next balls deep push made me snarl. 

He stayed deep, but stroked the hard knot in my ass with his shaft. I was beginning to move counter to him....we were both sweating a bit....J kissed me and for one of the few times in my life I saw lights behind my closed eye lids. D spit on his hand and down stroked my cock as he pushed into my ass....my mouth and eyes flew open and I held on....

D fucked me....long slow strokes on my cock and perfectly timed pushes in and out of my ass....J rained kisses on our faces, lightly touching me here and there....

D bit my neck and then he told me, "You can come anytime you want...I feel it in you, crouched, waiting.....come for us stud...come on my cock."

I bit my lip, bit his lip....When I looked at J, there was that smile, that gaze that drew me into him....I saw D matching J's warm gaze....I was afraid.

I'd been afraid of this moment...of coming like this...as much as I wanted it...felt it in me....I was afraid....the difference between what I sensed in my body and feared in my head had me a little dizzy....

J kissed my nose, "its ok...remember...we decide what this means...we've both crossed this same line...coming...opening to coming with a buddy's cock buried in our asses...."

D held me tighter and had stopped moving....I felt suspended.....

"Make me come, D, J, take me...."

J pressed against me and we three kissed. D began to thrust and jack me firmer and firmer. J added lube to my cock. I lifted my own leg and got it over D's waist. D whined in my ear....D held my collar bone...I was fully in his grip.....we shifted slightly and my breath was pushed out of me...I was gonna come.

I was on overdrive as I accepted it....D and I were now growling panting together....J and I were bumping bellies as D's hand treated my cock to a fist fuck. I slammed back into D's pube...my hair was plastered to my neck that D was chewing on....

"Oh fuck...fuck me...guys....guys...I'm gonna come.....aw damn.....Dustin!!"

I fucked thru the orgasm...my hips never stopped slamming back onto D's cock...my ass fluttered and gripped. I spewed finally after a long minute of shuddering ass quakes....my come hit my chin, then J's face. Then every where as D's hand flew in rapid strokes.....I was yelling....J was coming on my chest and neck....locked in a kiss with D over my shoulder.

D went rigid behind me. His abs clenched....his cock swelled and pulsed....he was coming in my ass, filling the condom....His stillness focused my pleasure and I shook again...he went limp and then rigid again and again....I rolled my hips; my ass felt hot and wet inside. D started to pull out...I grabbed his thigh, "Wait...stay in me..."

I was still coming in little dribbles and shivers....whenever my ass gripped or I moved at all, D grunted and shook, "I gotta pull out Z, that's torture..." He held the condom base and gently slid outta my ass...I had three waves of shudder when my ass was empty. I heard the condom ding in the trash bin. My breath was still hard and uneven. D squeezed me and I brought my leg down off his waist. 

I was still hard and my ass felt so hot. When J nestled closer, he was still hard...."J? Put a rubber on...fuck me too?" I could see my blush as it creeped down my chest....J looked deep into my eyes...he saw the sureness I felt. He put a rubber on and lifted my leg over his thighs, and then I pushed it higher. I spread my cheeks and instantly felt the size difference in the head of his cock compared to D's. I grunted at the heat of it...I opened my ass and assisted him by arching back....I had to stop him once about half way in...my inner ring of muscles clamped down....then opened to him.

I held him in stillness inside of me....D looked on amazed....I don't know if it was precum or continuing come but my ooze was flowing....J was pulsing getting fuller inside of me....D leaned in and drilled his tongue into my mouth....his tongue just tickled the back of my throat.

"Let me suck you, D." He blinked and in a flash had the head of his cock teasing my tender lips. I opened my mouth to him. He held my jaw and made little circles on the back of my throat....J stayed deep and pushed in, not really backing out...just made deeper pressure in....D flipped around and swooped on my cock.

I lost it and rode their cocks. I grunted and slurped. I squeezed and rolled on J's huge dick. He was too big to move much, but it was driving to a second come just having him inside. I managed to mumble, "Uhuh, uhuh, uhuh," as I got closer. 

J grabbed my hips and I felt the shaking in his thighs. D pushed his cock all the way, I was deep throating him...They both held still. I did all the moving, fucking my ass on J, fucking my throat with D, fucking D's mouth.....I came and flooded D's lips and chin...he matched me by flooding my face....J yelled and was balls deep for the first time as he filled his rubber. 

I squirmed off of their dicks. I stretched arms over head on the bed and yelled, "Fuck yeah!" They collapsed on top of me as I celebrated. I kissed and groped them, pulled them down onto me. 

I glanced in the mirror for the first time. I was covered with come and sweat. My black hair was plastered with sweat and visible white come streaks. I've never been this messy from sex. They were just as sloppy. The deep red sheets had splatters and lube had spilled where someone left the lid off. My neck and shoulder were red were D had chewed on me. My butt cheeks, inner thighs and cock shaft were deep pink from friction. I had to admit I loved the sloppiness, it felt pretty free. I was still more than half hard.

I was continuing to writhe and grope under them. D finally laughed and pinned my hips down, kissing me into breathlessness again. J pulled away and padded to the bathroom. I heard the shower start. D and I jumped up and we all soaped and stroked each other clean. D pissed into the drain. I felt the sudden pressure to sit on the toilet. Wide eyed, I kind froze and looked at J. 

J said, "yeah, c'mon D...Z, go easy...don't push anything...just relax..." I was embarrassed as I sat just as they left without drying, dripping and trailing water. It kinda felt that everything moved around inside of me. Then the moment passed....I chuckled to myself at the bad pun, I was just a bit messy getting up from the toilet. My prostate was throbbing again as I finished rinsing my hair and washing my ass. I snagged a fresh towel and ran and dove on them on the bed which had clean sheet. They had coconut water and snacks.

We joked and talked for a long time. J mentioned an invite to a party. I laughed when I realized it was not yet 8:00. I'd not eaten dinner and the snacks weren't enough. We jumped online and ordered Thai for pick up....J said he'd run the few blocks to get it. D and I lay in the sudden quiet. I rolled to my back and pulled him full on top of me...

"Thanks, man. I'm really happy that you were my first..."

"I've never fucked a virgin before, so you were my first too....It was really amazing....the way you took J's cock and brought all three of us off the second time...are you alright?" he nudged my ass with his thigh as we nestled. He looked worried.

"Mmmm, yeah I'm ok....I think....yeah....I could get fucked again..." I felt my ass throb. A warm flush swept over me.

D snickered into my hair, "funny, I get like that sometimes too...J was last week..."

We started really grinding then....my legs came up to his waist and the head of his cock slipped into the first ring of my ass...he quickly pulled out and grabbed a rubber. We never lost contact or rhythm. He was able to glide right back into me. I held his neck as he hunched and humped against my tailbone, sliding almost out of my ass....

It was just us....we got loud again...I started lifting him up off the bed with my up jumps. He was practically drooling into my mouth....I hadn't touched my cock but it was close to erupting....D's hunches got harder and faster....he fell on top of me, and just his ass rose up and down....the sudden weight of him and the belly rubbing my dick got me off....D held me as I thrashed and moaned. He waited for my come to almost end.

Then he knelt back and with jarring thrusts fucked me until we came again....I didn't really spew anything but my ass gripped and spasmed. D yanked the condom off and falling on me coated my balls and ass with his load. He grabbed my knees, rolled me up on my shoulders, my ass to the sky and shocked me by licking clean his load from my balls and crack. Each tongue swipe was amazing torture. J appeared and stroking his cock held my face as he shot right onto my jaw and neck; D sucked J just at the end of his eruption. That was one of the best most spontaneous fucks ever. J dropped on to the bed.

I'd almost caught my breath when the strong urge came and I went into the bathroom. After a few minutes, I was done, I flushed and turned on the shower, D joined me, holding me in the warm spray for a long time. I was exhausted now. I ate quietly while they chatted about an upcoming swim meet. I curled up, and then stretched, and then curled again...I couldn't get comfortable. 

J put his hand on my hip and pushed me still. Then he got some of that massage oil and firmly rubbed and adjusted my lower back and glutes. I melted. D joined him and I drifted under their hands. I needed that attention to my muscles. They draped themselves over me and I fell asleep. I woke and was alone but heard their voices in the next room. Just about an hour had passed since I last peeked at the clock. 

I was in heaven...my body was alive and I was happy. I padded to the toilet (again) and sat between them on the couch. J shifted and cuddled me. We talked about training schedules and workouts. D yawned at one point. I said, "Let's go to bed..."

Three guys trying to brush their teeth at the same time in one sink is a fucking riot. J gagged on his toothbrush once; D gave him hell for swallowing cock, but choking on a little toothbrush. In the bed room, J gathered sheets for the laundry and I spread out a couple of blankets. J was outta the room when D and I lay down. He was on his back, I folded my thigh across his pube and pulling his face to mine kissed him. I was getting hot again.



Opening Z Ch. 19



J flopped on the bed and immediately spooned against my ass. When he started biting my neck and jaw from behind I got aggressive. I wanted to come again. "D?....roll over for me?" J went still. Dustin stared at me for a long moment then rolled on to his belly. I kissed him as I settled on to his back, cock hard in his butt crack. J provided some lube and spit and I humped D's ass...J got his tongue working in my ass again too.

I was happy to hump his ass; it was hot and got him moaning and squirming....he grabbed a handful of my hair and in a hoarse whisper, "Z...get a rubber. I want you to fuck me..." He had that awkward shy look....but he was back thrusting against my thrusts. J wrapped my cock...I'd gotten butterflies suddenly. J lovingly lubed D's ass....somehow working his face in between us to tongue my head and D's shiny hole. 

I held my breath as D reached back, gripped me hard and guided me into his ass....he gasped and pulled away a couple of times, but worked his way down the length of my cock....J murmured and massaged D. He got his hands around me on my ass and grunted as I went balls deep.

I was aching with anticipation to fuck him....I rocked above him, gentle and waiting. He relaxed into the mattress and with a sigh said, "OK...fuck me...Z...fuck me til we come...." It was a long slow fuck....I mostly just lifted my ass moving in small circles at times. D reached a point where he pushed up with his knees and I was riding his back. He got wilder and wilder. J worked under him and started blowing him. They moved into a 69. J toyed with my balls which made me arch back...my ass came alive again.

"J, fuck me too!" In a flash at my request J was wrapped and lubed on my back, nipping my ears and neck...teasing my hole with his fat dick head. I was amazed at how easily he slid into my ass....he held my hips and when I grunted he pushed me down onto D's back who took the weight of us....J pounded down once...D felt the weight and grunted...J was in charge...he set the pace....D found the energy to fuck back.

I froze in passion, in the middle...I was dripping sweat again...I couldn't get a grip on D as he came alive under me...J's teeth and tongue were like fire on my neck and shoulders...his hands seemed to be everywhere...I was completely at their mercy....

I don't know who came in what order or how long we fucked. I do know that D somehow held our combined body weight and full force fucking....when J's cock retreated and he fell on his side, my mouth was dry. I held the rubber and pulled out...D's ass grabbed at my dickhead and he fondled my balls as a way of keeping me in his ass for a minute. When I was out, I collapsed as I tossed the rubber. J was the first to recover and he wiped us up with a hand towel. D was still hard.

"D? How do you want to come?" I nudged him in the ear with my lips. He lifted his head up and looked at my groin. I was about ¾ hard....

He reached for a new condom and worked onto his dick...he kissed me and took me by the hips, pulling me onto his lap. 

"Ride me, Z. I wanna fuck you til I come..." He folded his arms over his head. J held my shoulders and guided D's cock against my ass. I wanted him inside of me. I was tender and had to ease up a couple of times. My cock was floppy against my balls and his belly. I settled on his groin. He ran his hands up my thighs, cupped my ass and lifted me up, his cock slid almost out, the flaring head tugging from inside. He released me suddenly and I dropped hard on his pube. 

I yelped and grabbed both his pecs in my hands. He lifted me again by my ass cheeks. I felt the effort thru his pecs. With a devilish grin he reversed the effort quickly and jammed me down on his cock. The yelp transformed into an open mouth silent "O!" He lifted me again and again pushed me down onto his cock, this time thrusting up into me. A lighting bolt shot up my spine at the bottom of the drop. He lifted me again and I held my thighs tense....keeping him just inside of me; he thrust up into me three four five times...my thighs quivered and I dropped down, he was deep into me. 

I broke a sweat. I met his up thrusts with down thrusts. This was a fuck of a different kind. Fiercely he fucked me for his pleasure. I met his athleticism with hard caught breaths. He suddenly flipped us. I was on my back; he had his chest against mine pinning my shoulders to the pillows, my legs up high on his hips. Just his ass rose up and pounded down into me. I was getting hard again, feeling him lose himself in his fuck feeling his abs grind and hump my cock and balls. 

Dustin was sprinting inside of me...fast sharp slaps echoed as lighting bolts from my ass to my brain. I thought for a moment, this is getting fucked. D pushed hair outta my eyes and when he looked into me I knew how much this meant to us. He was able to lose himself in my gaze....he thrusts became less rhythmic and stayed inside of me more. His hands held my hair. J curled around us.

I came. Nothing really ejaculated, but my ass flexed and jumped...I lost breath and saw only the flecks of amber in his eyes. My cock jumped and the fire in my ass made my arms and legs, toes and fingers contract and spasm. D kept fucking. J lubed two of his fingers with his own spit. D saw this and his thrusts got more erratic. Out of the corner of my eye I saw J in the mirror jam two fingers into D's ass....

D drove his tongue down my throat and he leapt back against J's fingers as he came....I felt his heart stop and flutter....his dick grated my button and swelled inside of me. I squeezed him from inside and with my legs. His waves of convulsions rocked the bed. J drove deeper into D's ass. He fell. He was still in my ass, my mouth. Without looking I could tell when J pulled his fingers out of D's ass when he grunted and came a couple more waves.

We three were still. J uncurled a bit and his snake of a cock, hard, burrowed between our abs. In a couple of jerky humps, J came again too. I felt a tiny trickle of come in my navel. I awoke much later warmly crushed by both. My bladder and ass needed emptying. I crept back into bed after and don't remember awaking again in the dark.

I heard the shower start and still had a warm belly against mine. D was on top of me, still asleep almost snoring. I blinked the sleep away. My ass was stretchy sore. My cock felt raw as did my neck, face and shoulders. The running water sounded so soothing. D stirred above me. When he opened his eyes, he took my mouth into a kiss that we lost ourselves in so that we both shuddered when it ended. 

"Zach, I love you."

"I Love you too Dustin." 

It was simple and easy to say. We unfolded at the same time and showered with J. Naked breakfast, we all hung on each other at any chance. By 1030 D had to go to work. I sat on his lap on the couch and greedily kissed and held him. J joined us for a few minutes of quiet cuddling. D got up with one more light kiss for each of us. I was sad a tiny bit to see him in jeans, shirt over one shoulder as he looked for his shoes. J was spooned behind me on the couch, his hand on my chest. 

D was naked to the waist, his pants still undone as he sat on the coffee table and tied his shoes. He held my face for a moment, kissed J then took possession of my mouth again. I sat up and walked him to the door, where we hugged while he groped my whole body. He left. J was standing in the hallway, one hand on the wall. 

"Can you spend the day with me?" he cocked his head and looked kinda shy.

I had no real plans, some homework, the gym, a phone call with my therapist and then dinner date with Will and Tara. 

"Yeah...I want to be with you too."

Naked, I borrowed his laptop and logged on to do a study guide and work on the lab project. J propped up next to me and read. A couple of hours later we were interrupted by grumbling bellies. He said he had nothing in the house so were about to order Thai when both our phones beeped texts. It was D, he was off work early and asking to hang. We snapped a pic of us in bed studying and said, "Thai food in 30?" He shot back, "hellyeah!" 

D swung by and picked up the Thai food; he undressed and brought the food in to the bedroom. We attacked the meal. D opened a text book and we all settled in to work. Finally my back was too tight to lie still any longer. I got up and phoned Carol. We talked while I did some stretches for my back. It was great to feel connected to sooo many people. Carol listened, and offered warmth, that was all. 

Back in the bedroom my glutes and quads were uncomfortably worn out. I seriously doubted I could hit the gym today, after the strenuous fucks from last night. When J suggested we all go swim together I told them how sore I was. They immediately pressed me face down into the mattress and spent a delicious 45 minutes massaging and stretching me. We were all still drained from the epic three way and no one got more than a little chubby. 

We made it to the pool and they were the slowest sloppiest laps I've ever done, but I got my 30 minutes in. The steam room was heaven, especially when J continued to massage my ass and thighs. We all three got hard, but only edged together. We grabbed a smoothie at the market and all three of us cruised Vic at the coffee bar. I could tell by her looks, she knew....I texted her on the way out, "Join us sometime?"

"Oh damn yes!yes!yes!" she shot right back. I told the boys and they howled like coyotes in unison. We laughed as we climbed the stairs to J's. Honestly, if I hadn't had plans with Will and Tara I'd've stayed and fucked them all over again. As it was I said quiet goodbyes as they curled up on the couch. 

I dragged my ass up to my room and crashed. I'm not usually a napper, but that hour was well spent. My phone beeped a text from Isaac, "Yoga today?"

"Yup. Now?"

"On my way..."

I'd turned up the space heater when I came in so it was toasty warm. I lay naked and edged the few minutes it took him to get to my room. He tapped on the door and came right on in, dropping off all his clothes in a flash. I got up and complained about how drained I was. He turned me around and in my mirror pointed to the nibble and scratch marks. We laughed as we started to do yoga. He led us. We both stayed hard the whole time. The session brought me back to buzzing normal. 

When we'd done almost an hour, he pinned me down in a 69 and said, "Let's edge...I've got plans with Dale later and I'm not gonna let him get away this time..." his wicked gleam got me laughing; it was great to feel alive and charged up. We slurped and teased each other for a long time....I was on my back on the floor, Isaac was above me. I was slurping upward to deep throat him. He was sloppily bobbing on my rock hard cock, my balls were tight against the base....I'd kept my legs close, my ass was still tender. When Isaac got his tongue below my balls, I gulped him deeper. He nudged my thighs open with his scratchy beard. 

His tongue slid over my ass.....I humped against it. He swirled his tongue over and around and I froze....he started to fuck my face....he got his tongue as far as it would go....I wanted more....my legs flew up to give him full access, he chuckled and broke thru my assring with two fingers...shocking tremors flowed outward from my ass to my thighs and abs...I pulled his cock deeper into my throat....I wanted to come when he came.....

He jumped up laughing....one pearl of precum became a thread that dripped down to my face as he stood over me....

"I would've come like that...." I could barely get my breath yet....

"Me too...I had to stop though....I didn't want too..." He pulled me up onto my feet and kissed me, his tongue hot on mine. 

"Cold showers?" he nodded towards the door. 

Without hesitating I opened the door. We snagged towels just as I realized Carl was sitting at his desk across the hall headphones on; he must have sensed the movement. He turned and went eyes wide, staring hard at our drippy dicks. He pulled off his headphones, "Daaaamn."

I tilted my head, "join us in edging in the shower, stud?"

He had his sweats and T-shirt on the floor before he could answer. He must've been really horny because he leapt to full dripping erection by the time we got under the spray. He asked us to retell what we'd just done...Isaac and I jacked ourselves while giving a recap of our edging 69. Carl's eyes were fixed on my ass.....we all stopped short of coming. 

As we toweled off, I had a thought...."Carl...would your gal let you get a massage? One that included edging perhaps?" 

Isaac and Carl both lit up...."She's warming to the idea of me having some play time with others...she can't take all of my energy all the time. And hey, it's a massage, right?"

"Let's plan a four handed massage for him, Isaac?"

"That is brilliant!"

We parted at my door. I rolled thru a few more poses just to toy with my cock from different angles. Dinner was in an hour. Thinking of Will, I pulled on running gear and did a hard slow 45 minutes run down by the river where there are lots of little hills. I got back to the house in time to shower, touch up on the shaved bits and meet them as they pulled up in Will's classic Rambler. 

The vintage car had the old style bench front seat; Tara slid over to let me in. The red leather glowed; Will flushed and his eyes lit up too when Tara held my face and gave me a light kiss. Will grabbed me next and squeezed Tara between us, he was sexier as his tongue slipped over my teeth. 

The car growled away from the curb. I felt it in my butt. I couldn't help it: I giggled and told them. The both busted out loud. We chatted the few blocks to the Italian place for dinner. Thankfully we shared food; I wasn't really keeping track of my diet these past couple of days. There was heavy flirting all around. I could smell Tara's cologne and musky girl scent. At one point she got up to go the bathroom. Will gripped my bicep across the table and grinned, "We are sooo hot for you..."

I felt the flush of excitement pour down my chest to start to fill my cock. I glanced down, "I am too..." He trailed his hand down my arm to cup my cock and balls. Then leaned back; the invitation was too good, I groped him too. We were in the back of the bistro and had some privacy. When Tara returned Will said, "We just groped each other..." She smirked and opened her small purse; a bright green pair of panties was on top.

"I took these off..." She lifted the edge of her skirt and flashed Will then me her bare and glistening pussy. Over fruit for desert we all got handfuls of each other...Will dipped a finger into Tara...she moaned. He licked it clean, dipped it again and presented it to me...the combined taste of her and feel of him in my mouth brought a shiver that ended in my ass. I had the clear image of me in Tara, Will in me...

We walked over to the cinema side-by-side-by-side. The movie was packed so there was little play; Tara sat between us at first, then they switched as she curled up almost in the same seat. Will then pressed our sides together and draped a forearm along my thigh. Tara kept a light touch on Will's chest and belly. When the lights came up we hurried to the car. 

Will unlocked the door and Tara climbed in ahead of me, as I bent to get in Will cupped my balls from behind as Tara grabbed my ears and planted a wet smacking kiss on my lips. Tara and I continued the kiss as Will got around the car and got in the driver's seat. I felt his warm hand on the back of my neck. His face pulled Tara away from my kiss. They melted mouths into each other. Will pushed her back onto my lap; his ass humped up. Their moans got me hotter and hotter. Will looked up at me.

I jumped in shock when he bit and nibbled at my boner thru my jeans. Tara added her teeth lightly too...I could only spread my legs to let them in....Will kept humping Tara...I swatted his ass....he leaned up and dug his tongue under mine. 

I shuddered. A horn honked behind us...looking around Will and I realized someone waited for our parking spot....from my lap Tara said, "Your place, Will?" We nodded and he sat up and started the car. Tara curled between us, her face in my lap and her ass against Will's thigh as he drove. At a stop sign he pulled me into a teasing kiss; Tara giggled as we kinda smooshing her under us. My phone buzzed in my coat pocket. Tara lifted it out for me. 

My brother had texted and called twice. I apologized to Will and Tara and called him right away, it must've been important. Tara sat up and flashed me her bare ass as she and Will made out while we drove to his place. My brother picked up on the first ring.

"Sorry man, I was seeing a movie, on a date, what's up?"

"Who's your date...?"

"Will and Tara...we're headed back to their place now..."

His silence unnerved me a bit, then he calmed me, "Ri," That's his nickname for me, one he only uses between us, "that's awesome. We really need to catch up. Here's the deal. There's a huge ice storm coming. If I leave here early, and we drive right away we should beat the storm and get to the cabin. They're already saying they're probably gonna cancel classes tomorrow. We can spend the couple of days together..."

"Yeah, hell yeah. I want to do just that. I need to see you, bro. What time will you roll into town?"

"I'll leave here by six, pick you up at 8. I'll let Mom and Dad know we're going out to the cabin...."

"We'll grab supplies on the way outta town here..."

"Get back to your dates!"

"Love ya," and I hung up, Will looked at me, "That was my brother; we're taking off for a couple of days to my parents beach cabin...we both need some down time. We're gonna drive early and beat the storm." I was suddenly really eager to see him.

Will pulled into a parking spot in front of a huge old house, "you guys are pretty close?"

"Yeah, well we are twins...but I'm close to our older brother too. I'm lucky I've got good family, I guess."

Tara was nibbling Will's neck and ears. He pulled he back a sec, "let's go upstairs...and talk a while, ok?" He flashed me a nervous smile over her shoulder.

I felt awkward then too. We all tumbled outta the car and climbed the rickety back stair case to his dormer apartment. It was warm and the giant tatty L-shaped couch was big enough for us three to pile together, Will on his back, Tara and I laying half on top of him. Once we got to talking; it was easy between us again. We talked past midnight. I began to yawn. I felt close and comfortable with them. 

"Guys, this was a great first date....let's call it a night, ok?"

Tara said, "Yeah...we had our 'first kisses', there's no rush....for more..."

Will had his arms around our backs. He squeezed us together. "Z, we'll drive ya home..."

"Naw. Its only a few blocks....you guys stay warm and cozy...I'll walk...." I held his eye for s sec and we fell into a gentle warm kiss. Tara pulled me away to kiss her with the same ease. I felt my and Will's pulses in our crotches starting to bump up...but really I was too tired. I nestled into their embrace for a minute, and then drug myself away. As I was putting on my shoes, Tara went to the toilet. 

Will curled around my hips, "You want to stay?"

"Oh yeah, I want to...but I'm tired....and let's go slow, ok?" He smiled back up at me. 

"I want to walk you home....kinda like an old fashioned gentleman thing, ya know?"

Tara flushed and came out of the bathroom, "You staying Zach?"

I blushed. We all wanted to sleep over....and we didn't want to...

"I'm gonna walk him home, babe." Will slipped on his boots and Tara nodded. She bent to peck us both on the lips and quickly covered a yawn with her smile. She snuggled on the couch under a fuzzy throw. Will and I ducked the swinging branches just outside his door; the wind was picking up.




Opening Z Ch. 19



I yawned large enough that my jaw popped. Will laughed. He took my hand in his. "Thanks for a great night...a great start..."

"I'm looking forward to spending more time with you guys...I'm just really beat....sorry"

"No need to apologize....I like that we're not rushing...I like the easiness of being with you." We were still holding hands as we walked; this was a first for me. The wind was whipping around and making big movements in the trees. We watched them as we walked the few blocks to my house. 

"Come in for a minute?" I asked as we got to the back door and I gave him my goofy grin. He swung our hands together and was suddenly shy.

"yeah, for a minute."

"Curfew was a couple of hours ago, so technically we're 'sneaking' you in...."

We saw no one going up the stairs. In my room he stood at the door. I felt the urge to pounce on him suddenly, the animal urge to fuck welled up....he leaned against the wall..."Kiss me goodnight, Z. let's let this wait....." He looked at my from under his eyelashes. 

We wrapped around each other standing. We got breathless quick and stepped away from each other without speaking. I lead him downstairs and he slipped out the door, waving back once as he dashed off into the bending trees. I fumbled with some cheese and nuts, brushed my teeth and setting my alarm crawled into bed. There was a scratching at my door and Isaac let himself in..."Z? I heard someone downstairs from the library....can I crash with you?"

"C'mon in.....sure...but I'm really beat...just sleep, k?"

He blew out a sigh, "Thanks.....I kinda just want company...." He stripped off his sweats and easily folded against me facing the other way, naked back to back. He sighed again....he sounded blue. I could only snuggle backward against him....he said, "Yoga at 7, k?"

I nodded and reset my alarm, "G'nite, man."

"Mmhmm." Just before dropping off I felt a surge of....love...for these great people, for my life...for my ability to love...



Opening Z Ch. 20



"Mmhmm." Just before dropping off I felt a surge of....love...for these great people, for my life...for my ability to love....it was dark, my phone beeped. I squinted at it....my brother texted, he got on the road early and would arrive by 730. I texted back, "join me and friend for yoga in my room?" He said he would. Isaac groaned and pulled the covers off me, we tussled smiling. I told him my brother was joining us, and we could sleep in an extra half an hour...

 The door opened some time later, we'd fallen right back to sleep. I heard my brother's chuckle. Isaac and I were entwined buck naked. I held a hand in the small of Isaac's back when I felt him tense. "Jason, this is Isaac. Isaac my twin Jason." Isaac pulled his hand from under my thigh and extended it towards Jason. They shook. Jason lifted his fleece off. He was shirtless. Isaac was mostly under me, my ass to the door. There was nothing hidden, we were both sporting nice morning wood. It was hot in my room. Jason kicked his shoes off, and then dropped his sweat pants in a pile.

 "Get 'em up boys!" He kicked the footboard. Isaac looked back and forth between us. Fraternal twins, but lookalikes nonetheless. Jason had light brown hair and was a couple inches taller and lean to my muscly, but we had the same face, voice and smile. People commented how much we moved alike too. I stood and grabbed him in a full hug, then pulled Isaac to his feet. We quickly arranged the room for crowded yoga. I was between them, Isaac on my back. He led the practice. We all three lost our focus, balance more than once. 

The hour sped by....I was humming from toes to nose. I could see Jason's shoulders drop and his neck soften as tensions dropped off him. I caught Isaac seeing Jason relax and Isaac glowed a bit more. I didn't fight being horny, I got half hard, and they did too. But the practice was so mellow and challenging at the same time that sex was a small part of my feeling, thinking...

 Isaac called out the final sequence and we three unfolded to lie on the mats side by side in corpse pose for ten minutes of amazing body hum meditation. Near the end, Jason took my hand and held it. I felt our connection come alive as it does at times. Jason sat up first. He took a long drink from someone's water bottle, Isaac's it turned out. Reaching over me he handed it to Isaac with a warm smile, "Thanks! You're awesome!" I could almost see the sparks between them. As Isaac drank from the bottle I slyly nodded at Jason. 

 I knew he caught my hint....I'd happily share Isaac with him, right here, right now. The way Jason tilted his head let me know he was game but it was up to Isaac. 

"Isaac, what happened to you last night?....you were pretty down when you crept in here..."

 He flushed and ducked his head. He scratched his beard and fussed with his hair, redoing the band around his ponytail. He looked between Jason and me before he answered. I lay a hand on his hip....and he relaxed a little.

 "Dale was an ass to me last night....we went out for a beer, he had more than a few...when we got back here..."he swallowed and went pale. "Well let's just say he wasn't gentlemanly...." He rubbed the back of his neck...."he pushed my head to try to start things....I won't be intimate with him again...he was selfish and rough..." 

 I felt myself swell....my nostrils were going....Isaac looked at me and gulped....Jason put his hand over my pec, "Down boy, easy Hulk!" Jason put his other hand on Isaac's shoulder, "What can we do for you? That shitty, I know, I've been there..."

 I was pissed and feeling possessive of Isaac. Jason scratched my chest a little: I came down a bit. 

 "I, I think we two should talk with him when we calm down." He held my eye until I drained of the madness. Jason kept one hand on Isaac's neck and shoulder and the other he dropped to my thigh. Isaac continued, "I'm sorry to make this tense, that session was great."

Jason kneaded Isaac's neck a little, "don't worry about it....relax buddy. We're all cool here....get back to the yoga glow...."

 Jason took a deep breath holding Isaac's look. We all breathed together....Jason moved around next to Isaac and kneaded deeper into his neck and shoulders. Isaac melted a little. I patted my futon and shoved the sheet to the side. Isaac stretched out face down on the bed and Jason knelt beside him. I could see the rigidity in Isaac's back and neck. 

Jason and I moved as one, four hands gliding and pulling, massaging Isaac. I pressed down onto his ribcage in a reminder to deeply breathe. He melted more. We worked his neck shoulders and lower and lower into his back and glutes. I lifted his hip furthest from me, closest to Jason. Isaac rolled over. There was a shiny spot on his abs where he'd leaked a little. He wasn't hard, just chubby. 

 I pushed down onto his navel, then his pube. Jason was giving hard circles to Isaac's pecs. Isaac looked at me....I nodded. He let out a sigh...Jason lay his hand on top of mine in Isaac's trimmed bush. Jason and I connect with a long look. This was only the second person we'd shared; but it felt easy and loving. As one we lifted the shaft of his dick and began a slow tug. Isaac shuddered as he looked back and forth at us. I grabbed some lube and we slow jacked him to a slick erection. He began to meet our thrusts. He wrapped his arms around our backs as we knelt next to him.

His orgasm caught us all by surprise....with no warning he exploded, come flying straight up to land between his thighs on the bed. Jason and I were fully hard and giving Isaac all our attention. Before he finished his third spew, I dropped down on one side and Jason covered the other half.....Isaac shook and shuddered, coating our hands with his load. We gently led him to stillness with light touches. 

 His smile. His smile awoke that grateful loving feeling I'd had last night. He kissed us both on the forehead. Jason's stomach growled loud. We all laughed. It wasn't until we were in the kitchen that Isaac realized he and Jason had each other's sweat pants on. More laughter. We snacked, and then we all quickly showered. In my room, Isaac held us in a three way hug for a long time. 

 "Thank you, guys...I needed that...to be...ok...again..." 

 Jason shook Isaac's curly hair, still out of its band after the shower, "anytime!" 

 Isaac laughed again....I pulled him into a kiss that left us both a little shaky. We three talked about our plans. Isaac looked envious when we told him we were fleeing the storm to the beach cabin. I promised him we'd go sometime. He hugged us again and dashed off to meet his parents for breakfast. 

 Jason had that gleam in his eye, "we've got some talking to do, Ri!" He held out my fleece and looked at my shoes. Naked like him under sweats and fleece I pulled on my comfy old mat shoes. He pulled his tooth brush out of his pocket and turned to open the door. We stopped off at the bathroom and I got toothbrush and grabbed my lotion too. 

"Lex?" He stopped in his track, that was my nickname for him, "I'm really glad we could share that with Isaac...I think that was bigger for him than we know...."

 "Zac-a RI-us Tòma," my full name rolled off his tongue, "that was important for us too..."

"Jason a-LEX-i..." his full name in our Mother's voice...."we've got some talking to do...

We jumped into my car and chatted about our first and only other time sharing someone; we gave our virginities to the same girl at the same time on a sunny dock at summer camp. She was older and we fucked her each twice that day, without condoms. It was one of the only times I'd had sex without protection. It was a memory, the intense beauty of it, which Jason and I rarely talked about. 

 We got to the market and bought a couple days' worth of groceries. Jason stopped at one point, glancing down the beer aisle, "break training with me?"

I nodded at the hard cider; he bought a fat growler of it. At the register we elbowed and nudged each other to pay for the tab. The old lady laughed at us and rung it up half and half. We gassed up the car and were on the road by 915. The forecast was for the storm to hit noonish. The wind was kicking....the rain was a mist, the temp was dropping. In the car we cranked up the heat and talked.

Jason and Mom had gotten into it....over Jason wanting to buy a queen-sized bed. Mom put the deep chill between them by snapping, "We won't pay for your lax immoral life-style!" Apparently she felt her single son needed no room in bed for anyone else; Dad remained silent as usual. That was a week ago; Jason had bought the bed and paid for it out of his savings, which was his plan all along. Mom raided his bank account info (she has access to pay for school etc.) She put the money in his account and set an appointment for them with a counselor. Jason hadn't agreed to go. He put that all out in a rush. He said at the end, "I'm kinda done caring if she gets her panties in a knot...I don't even want to talk about it....tell me, Ri, what they hell you been up to?!"

 For the next fifty minutes I talked. He listened. I reached to turn down the heat once. He batted my hand away and unzipped my fleece...I was nude to the pube. He took off his fleece and we drove toying with our balls while I told him of my last two weeks. No one was really on the road over the pass and it was almost dark as night under the lowering clouds in the forest. Jason listened like only he can. I realized talking to him that I had been on the edge of 'coming out' as bi for ages.

 When I got him up-to-date with horny details thrown in, he hugged me as I drove, our chests and shoulders fitting together in front of the steering wheel. He hit the nail on the head when he said, "It's a good thing we live two hours apart...we'd never study or sleep, trying to fuck every body together...do you think Isaac would be up for more?"

 "Oh. I know so...remember, he and I and Brett have already fucked and he was excited about teasing massage with Carl. You two connected like magnets!"

 A small knot of worry undid itself. Jason and I were in concert. We were silent for a while. We drove the usual route until we hit a detour sign; the short way to the cabin was blocked apparently from a tree fall. We took the long way around. Jason suggested we stop at the store in town and pick up anything else we might want. The parking spots were all empty, no one moved on the side street. We pulled on our fleeces, leaving the zippers down a ways. The wind off the ocean was fierce but warmer. 

In the store a man's voice called out from behind a row of shelves, "Hello, let me know what you need!" in that false cheerful retail voice. Jason and I both snickered and groped our crotches simultaneously. They had growlers of the same hard cider on sale; Jason hooked one with his hand, grinning a dare at me. He knows I'm a hella lightweight, but we weren't going anywhere for a couple of days, sooo....

 I turned the corner around an aisle and what an ass! The guy who'd called out was bending over picking up chips to stock on the shelves. His jeans hugged his hips, making a great pouch that I could see from behind. He looked back when he heard me and said, "hey, can I get something for you?" Bad porn music flooded my head....I grinned and asked for salsa....he pointed just next to me...we laughed.

 My brother came around the corner with the growler on one hand and a small vial of lube in the other. The clerk looked back and forth between us and turned pink. "You are brothers and go to different schools?" he nodded at our logos on our sweats. 

"yeah." We answered as one, "twins too."

 "I wrestled for Sunset High, I've taken a year off from school and have one year left at Coast Community College; to boost GPA and train harder. I can't wait to get out of here..." He gestured out the front door, while never taking his eyes off my face. He looked hungry. He was tightly built, compact like me. Pale and something kinda frail about him....but there was a toughness in the set of his neck and jaw....I wanted him....I felt the flush of sex rush down my spine and start to pump my dick. Jason shifted next to me...I caught his grin and we three stood and bullshitted about campus life.

 Jason bragged about all the sex of a single guy's life on campus. Sam's eyes lit up, he licked his lips. Jason flashed his abs as he adjusted his waistband. Yup, Sam's eyes stayed low on Jason's inviting exposure. I'd had my hands in my fleece pockets; I tugged the zipper low enough that my navel was showing, complaining about the stuffiness of the store. I thought Sam was gonna roll on to his back right then. 

Jason slapped me on the shoulder, looking at Sam, "What about you stud, who you doing out here in the boonies...?"

 Sam paled, "no one, no one at all... not here... for me...."

 My heart broke for him...out to himself but no one to share that with..."have you toured campus yet? You should come for a visit..."

 Jason had a wolf's grin on...."then you could come visit me at the big college..." 

He glanced back over his shoulder....there was an obvious office with a mirrored window, "seriously?"

 I pulled out my phone and nodded, he recited his digits...I dialed and over by the register his phone buzzed. "We're fleeing the storm....we're staying at our parents cabin over on Third Fire Lane, you know the places above the old gravel pit?" He nodded, "if you want to get away....if not call me and we'll talk about visiting...seriously...I could show you the team's facilities, take you thru a work out...Coach will probably let you practice with us...."

He stuck his hand in his pocket and glanced at the office window again...."I will call about campus....I should ring you guys up...." We chatted about the storm and he rung us up. Jason slyly took my phone from the counter, saved Sam's number, then I knew what he was doing, texted his number to Sam's phone which buzzed again, making him jump a little. 

 Jason asked him, "Do ya think ya might get away the next couple days? We could all hang out at the cabin...."

Sam had his face averted from the window, he turned pink again, "I. I don't think I could make an excuse...." His eyes darted at the window.

"No excuse needed," I said evenly, "let's meet your parents, tell them we can show you around campus, and help out with training....all upfront..."

 The idea hadn't occurred to him to use honesty as an offense. He set his jaw. He waved at the mirrored window, the door opened. A very obese man rolled out. The same face as Sam, but wrecked by weight. He was cool to us for a minute. Jason and I turned up the charm. We had he with our sirs and pleases and if you wishes....Sam was almost vibrating when his father walked back to the office after saying he thought networking was a great idea. I texted him the cabin's address. Sam said he could come by after work at 6. Jason said in a quiet voice as he slid his hand into his pocket, "we roll casual, like in the locker room...just us boys, right?" Sam turned pink across the nose and red on the ear tips.

As we got in the car Jason grinned that wolf grin, "I bet we'll here from him in 20 minutes. " Sure enough just as we were pulling up the drive our phones beeped texts from him. "Guys! Seriously, thanks. I'll stop by tonight!" with a winking emoji. Jason texted right back...."dare ya to roll over....in sweats, like we do..." I texted, "and if the weather's too bad....maybe you'll have to crash here..."

 We got out of the car. Back here in the forest it was dripping, but a bit warmer than back the city when we left. The wind was churning in the waves and tree tops. We set out getting settled in, turning on the water main, and cranking up the heat and water heater. We pulled lots of firewood in. Jason built a fire. The cabin was warming up quick. On instinct I checked the surf report. Choppy and sloppy was what a local had posted on the town's website. "Lex, lets go for a swim for today's workout?" He looked over my shoulder at the weather and surf report.

As the storm was coming from over land, the surf wasn't really that great and the warm weather was being pushed out to sea....so it was challenging, but not too bad out there. We knocked back a shared smoothie and stripping in the kitchen stepped out into the lean-to attached to the tall side of the cabin. Part storage, part dressing room it was one of the additions we three brothers had built for my parents. Bikes, surf gear, lawn furniture and best of all a super hot double head shower for rinsing after surfing. 

Naked together for a few steps, our cocks swung and flopped as we struggled into our clammy wet suits. Hoods, gloves and footies were needed. The water this far north was never warm, but if you stayed moving with good gear it was a great time. We grabbed our boards just in case. The few blocks to the rocky beach were noisy with wind and groaning roots of the tall trees. The surf was undecided, pushed around, choppy and sloppy. We planted our boards on the rocks. We laughed together and ran into. We swam a long line down the cove and back a couple of times. After almost 45 minutes we went back for our boards. We paddled out a ways. The waves were too flat and messy to get up on our boards, but the peacefulness of the bobbing surf and the exertion from the swim was amazing.

We were floating, our ankles locked under the water, facing opposite seating on our boards. No one was nearby; some other local surfers were down the long curve of the cove. Jason dropped his hand on my thigh; I returned his grip on his thigh. We just floated; that deep silent connection we have was humming between us. He suddenly grinned. I gave him a silent "what?" look. Sudden warmth met my hand on his thigh. 

I smacked his abs; he was pissing in his wet suit. He laughed deep and hard. It echoed off the rocks. I grabbed his hand and pressed it onto my cock, I let go with my warm stream too. He pulled back grinning dunked his hand in the water, and then grabbed the back of my neck in a head lock. To escape I folded forward on my board quickly; this almost tipped him off his board. I gripped my board hands and thighs to stay stable. 

 "Damn, Ri!" He put his hand in the middle of my lower back. I looked up at him; he was staring at my ass. He gripped the back of my neck again, then with his other hand cupped my balls and thumbed my ass...I arched laughing and pushed him off his board. He pulled me into the sloshing waves, with one arm draped over our boards for buoyancy we hung in the water and just hugged. "You've really stacked on the muscle, lil bro." 

 That silence we share settled again. We paddled inshore. We'd been in the cold water long enough that we were pale and hunched. We jogged back the couple of blocks to the cabin. I stowed our boards as Jason turned on the showers. There is a point of use water heater so the steamy water rushed out immediately. Still in out wetsuits we rinsed them and warmed up under the same shower head. We tugged each other's suits off, laughing when Jason almost fell over getting his off his feet. Soapy and steamy we washed each other's back and toweling off entered the kitchen. It was just 12:30. We had the next two and a half days together.



Opening Z Ch. 21



Still naked we threw the damp towels in the drier, and with a shared smile went upstairs and pissed side by side. I snagged my lotion; salt water really dried me out. We chatted about the upcoming holidays and our birthday after. We quickly lotioned together, again doing each other's backs...the comfort of him was so calming.

I fixed lunch while he built up another fire. We ate sitting on the couch watching the pregame shows on satellite. We got into the first football game of the day; we draped an arm or a calf over each other often. At half time Jason said, "You know what I want to do for our birthday?"

"What, or should I say who?" I laughed when he smiled back at me.

"Frankie." He held my eye for a long breath. Our older brother. "Let's spend New Year's and our birthday with Frankie."

I opened my laptop. He was online. I messaged him thru his email. His dark eyes lit up when he saw us thru the webcam, naked on the couch in the cabin. "What the hell are you two up to out there?" He angled his camera to pan down to him sitting shirtless in his condo. 

"We were just planning our birthday..." Jason started.

"We thought we'd come stay with you..." I finished the sentence.

His eyes darted, he slowly smiled. "Mom will have a cow...she always wants you to in town for your birthday..."

Jason countered, "And we've never said otherwise..."

"This year, it's our choice..."

Jason completed the thought, "...To spend it with you..."

Again he looked long at us..."Yeah. Let's party...who's gonna tell Mom."

We answered together, "we will."

"She made a counseling appointment for us. I just had the thought that Zach and I would do some intervention with her then. It's time she lets go some..."

Frankie's eyebrows went up...someone called him off camera, he told them, "in a minute, it's my brothers...listen, guys. New Years and birthday it is...let me know when the counseling appointment is. I need to say some things too..." His color changed. The family anger was rising, but this was different. I felt like it was time to deal with the shit. "I've got a lady friend over...we're on our way to brunch. Let's make a plan together, alright?"

"When we get back, we'll chat online again..."

"But the main thing is: our birthday at your place..." I looked at Jason as I said that to Frankie. We three nodded together, and then Frankie signed off. Jason slapped my belly and gave a whoop. He jumped up and dashed upstairs, closing the bathroom door behind him. I heard the toilet seat bang down...a minute later the flush of the toilet. I was idly checking emails and game schedules. School was officially closed for tomorrow, for both of us. I yelled that upstairs. I heard Jason walking around in the big bedroom overhead. I needed to take a dump then too. Our bodies always synchronized quickly. 

As I got to the toilet, I heard heavy thumping from the bedroom. I had no idea what he was doing but would check in when I finished. As I got up and flushed I saw my tube of lotion was gone from the sink shelf. The thumping ended and I heard Jason call, "hey Ri?"

I turned the corner to look into the big bedroom. It had always been us boys' room with more space and two sets of bunk beds, the family dog slept in the fourth when we were all out here. Jason was kneeling on one of the bunk beds. He'd taken one of the stacked beds apart and pushed the three frames together. Now the whole middle of the room was three full sized beds in a row, with one bunk still on top of another.

He was kneeling, lotion in one hand...a question hung between us...

"yep." Was all I said. I knelt close to him; he tackled me in a rush. We wrestled and groped. When we were sweating and breathing hard, Jason grabbed the tube of lotion and with a small fppbbllltt sound squirted a worm of it on my pube as he hovered over me. He lowered his hot dick against mine and rolled his hips to spread the lotion. We ground together, Jason supporting himself over me on his hands. 

The fuck motion came quickly. The tension towards our orgasms was wildly building. Our bellies were slapping together. We were grunting and grinning. I twisted his nips hard and he arched higher and harder over me...I met his hard humps. We locked looks.

We came. Together and together.

We'd shared that girl; we'd jacked off together a few times...this was just release and more than just release. Sticky and slippery we lounged until our sweat cooled. I could hear the game on the TV downstairs. As one we got up and had a quick rinse in the sink.

Nothing need saying. We watched the rest of the game lounging close on the couch. A second game immediately followed on another channel. We snacked. 

At half-time, Jason opened his email and drafted a letter to our family counselor, detailing our plan to have a meeting together with Mom. I read thru it made a few modifications and copied Frankie. Frankie got back to us in ten minutes. We sent it off, with a request to not tell Mom or Dad. Jason and I hi-fived. 

The second half of the second game was a nail biter. We sat or paced watching it. It was getting dark outside and the temp was dropping. I turned the heat up even higher, not caring. Jason stoked the fireplace. Our phones beeped. Without looking we said smiling at each other, "Hot Sam!"

It was. We told him we were about to fix dinner and to hurry over. Jason started fixing salmon for dinner. I called from the living room, "two questions: do we get dressed? And do you have any condoms?"

"I think there are old boxers upstairs...let's see how he rolls. Nope. No rubbers, you got any anywhere? Your car?"

"OH! My gym bag is in the back..." naked I flung open the door and dashed under the carport. Sure enough I had two rubbers tucked into my gym bag. It was a quick trip but cooold. Jason yelled at me when I put my cold hands on his ball sack from behind, between his legs. 

Ducking his swing, laughing I dashed upstairs to see what clothes we'd left at the cabin. A few pair of jeans and T-shirts, some sweaters...ah, and then four pair of underwear. I recognized one as my own from a few years back. I slipped them on. They were old trunk style boxers. The barely fit over my bubble butt. There was a gap at my pube and my two globes of ass poked out over and under. Hot! I took the other three pair down to Jason. 

I held up a grey thin pair of boxer briefs. "I think these are all Frankie's..."

Jason grabbed the gray pair and put them on...I reached over and turned the waist band down a couple of turns, his sexy pube was bare and his ass floated on top of his thighs. Best of all whenever he moved his cock peeked out of the fly...I felt the deep sexy ache building. Jason turned away from the stove for a second..."he'll be the center of things, alright?"

"Yep." I grinned "we've only got two condoms dammit!" We laughed. I could tell, could feel Jason's excitement. His cock was rising inside the pouch of his briefs. I dropped into some pushups and lunges. Jason pointed to the lean-to door. I remembered the free weights and brought in a couple of dumbbells. We got pumped and primed. We heard a rumble and gravel squelch on the road below. We looked out the kitchen window and could just make out thru the trees the bed of a red pickup.

Our phones beeped a text, "Where y'at?"

I picked my phone and called him, "Back up ten feet take the drive way behind the giant hemlock...then take a hard right...we see you below us..."

The rattle and bounce of the old pick-up as he parked it behind my car could be heard thru the walls of the cabin. Jason and I had a nice pump and glow on. Sam climbed down out of the truck; I could see him thru the full length glass storm door. He was a bright spot of deep crimson and orange. His hoodie had "SUNSET" in deep blue letters. He tapped on the door, we yelled him in. He ducked his eyes when he closed the door. 

I sat in the kitchen, just visible in the cut out on the wall between the living room and kitchen. I actually liked seeing his shyness. It was real like Brett's or Cory's, but not with the awkwardness of either. I stood and walked to shake his hand, to draw him in. His eyes shined as he took in my near nakedness. He said, "It is warm in here!" not a complaint, but an appreciation. 

"Make yourself comfortable..." I said

"Yeah, nos casa es su casa..." Jason yelled from the kitchen, "Hope you like salmon..."

He glanced around for a second as we stood there. Suddenly he shrugged and lifted his hoodie off, bare chested with a small of amount of nipple hair and a hot, hot treasure trail that disappeared into a deep blue pair of briefs under the orange of his sweats. I grinned and folded my arms, leaning against the door to the kitchen. He pulled the string on the waist of his sweats. They slid off. The deep blue boxers were almost see thru and hugged his basket really nicely. The clear line of his head was plainly visible. He sighed and stretched up on his toes.

"Thank gawd that feels great!" He grinned like a puppy suddenly.

I clapped his shoulder and pulled him into the steamy kitchen. The salmon was poaching in cider and veggies were cut for the sauté. Jason turned and gave him a half hug. I saw his eyes stay low not in shyness, but in hunger. 

"I'm starved, anything will be great. That cider is a great idea for the salmon...can I help with anything?" He looked between us as he nosed around the stove. He seemed completely at ease. Jason shook his head and pointed at the table and chairs. We sat.

Jason pulled three glasses out of the cupboard, "Sam, we are gonna break training and have a drink or two. We're pretty light-weight when it comes to drinking. How 'bout you?"

"Oh. Thanks. I don't drink and drive ever. You guys go ahead tho..."

I held a hand to Jason before he poured. "Do you want to have a drink? If you didn't have to drive later?" He nodded at my question.

"So...call your dad and ask him if he minds if you have a drink or two and sleep it off here...better to get permission than ask for forgiveness...Our Dad's ideal..."

He looked back and forth, picked up his phone, set it down, shifted and cleared his throat...Jason and I let the silence fill with our comfort. Sam blew out the breath he was holding and picked up his phone. 

"Hey. Dad. Yeah I found it, I called for directions. Can I ask you something?"

The little pause on his father's end was enough to make him shake a bit, he swallowed, and "the guys are fixing dinner, salmon. They asked if I wanted to have a glass of hard cider with dinner...I'd like to, but won't drive if I do..." there was stillness from him as his father spoke, "no, you don't have to come get me, I haven't drank anything...and no you wouldn't have to come later...there's tons of room here in the cabin...Dad. I kinda need some time to myself, alright?"

There was no noise from either. He was picking at the edges of the table. Then he looked up at me, "I guess it's better to ask permission than beg forgiveness, Dad." I felt Jason grin behind me and I leaned forward, "thanks Dad. Love you too. Yeah I'll be in to work at eight...oh...really? No no problem...thanks!" He pushed to disconnect and blew out another breath raising his eyebrows at me. 

"He switched my hours; I don't have to be in until noon, now! He called me his little man, something he's never done before." He was dazed and I could see the relief sinking into his bones. Sam spun his phone on the table.

Jason set our glasses of cider in front of us. He sat down and raised his glass, "to growing up in our parents eyes!" I knew he also meant our decision to confront Mom. We clinked glasses and took small sips. I told Sam about our idea to meet Mom in counseling. He looked even more relieved.

Jason asked, "What? What's that look for?"

Sam smiled, "I'm just really glad to know you two aren't THAT perfect!"

Jason shot back, "well we couldn't have dreamed up a better random meeting than you...!"

Sam blinked and gulped his cider, spilling a fat drop onto his waistband. I dabbed at it with a dish towel and noticed the tiny beads of sweat on his chest.

"Is it too hot in here, Sam?"

"Naw. I'm just a bit nervous...this is way, way out of my usual day-to-day life..."

Jason set our plates down and we ate for a sec in silence. "So Sam, tell us about your workouts right now..."

He sighed with relief and we spent a few minutes just comparing notes about fitness. When he was talking, he seemed alright, but if the conversation lagged he began to squirm. I pushed my plate back and threw my arm up over the back of my chair, my other hand I dropped to hook my thumb in my the leg band of my tight boxers. I nodded at Jason. "Sam. Chill, buddy. Nothing you don't want is gonna happen. If we all just talk and hang out, that's great. Jason and I really understand each other with a look, always have. My other guys and gals, my lovers, we have an agreement. We talk. We reach understandings, we live to the agreement that we talk things out first...I, we, want you to be at ease, alright?"

"If we are too open and that makes you uncomfortable, we'll chill, ok?" Jason grinned his warmest. "Zach and I have shared a couple of lovers, but if we don't tonight all get together, it's great to make a new friend..."

"I mean I hope we're all on the same page, Jason and I want to share you...but not if you're not into us or not ready...tell us what you have in mind...alright?"

He had looked back and forth like he was at a tennis match, the pink of his ear tips rapidly spreading to his cheeks and neck. He rubbed a hand over his stubbly short hair. He took a last gulp of his cider. I was worried he'd get too drunk...he pushed his glass to the side and folded his hands in front of him.

"I've been with one guy a handful of times. He's an assistant coach...we had to be really cautious. I have to be really careful out here...I can't wait to get to the city..." He deflated, "hopefully this next fall, 10 months!"

He stood and paced a few steps, then stopped, placing his hands on his head, "I keep fearing I'm gonna wake up or y'all are gonna start laughing meanly at me..." we shook our heads encouraging him, "gawddam I wanna fuck guys! I wanna just be outta my head with it..." this came out in a rush and barely loud enough to hear. 

Jason and I laughed in the same breath...I started, "the only problem we have..."

Sam looked so worried.

Jason finished, "...is that we have only two condoms!" Jason mimicked Sam's worried look.

Sam yelled a laugh and dashed out the front door into the sleet. He came back with a paper bag that held a box of ten condoms..."I bought the only box at the gas station on the way here..." He dumped the bag on the counter. Jason stood and put on hand on Sam's chest.

"Why don't you take a shower? That'll slow you down a bit...calm you down..." Jason put his other hand oh Sam's hip. He tiptoed up and offered Jason his lips...seeing Jason take the kiss and crush Sam's mouth was so fucking hot...I tugged my waistband down and stood next to them. I pulled Sam's wet lips away from my brother and kissed him just as hard. Jason dropped his boxer's right then. Sam's boner looked almost painful it was so hard thru his tight shorts. Jason hooked a thumb into the crack of my ass and I squirmed against it as he pushed my briefs off...together we slid Sam's blue briefs off his ass, then down his thighs.

Our motion was followed by a clear streamer of precum. I said, "Let's all rinse off, cool down in the shower, k?"

"Wait guys...I can't take it...I have not come in almost 4 months...we're remodeling our house, I sleep in the same room as three of my little brothers...I can't even jack off in the shower at home or the gym...someone's always around..." he swallowed, "so I'm asking...just get me off quick once, so I can relax a bit...please?"

"You learn quick, my friend..." Jason pushed him towards the lean-to door. He was confused until he saw the larger open shower. I have to admit that his nervous sweat smell was a little off-putting. I added, "Let's rinse off, then we'll just see about getting you off..." Jason's eyes reflected my wicked little gleam. The blats of steamy hot water filled the cool space instantly.

I stepped in, then Jason. Sam slipped in between us. He was just under my height but easily 25 pounds lights. He had strands of muscle on his legs and back. His sparse bush was black like his treasure trail. He had a fuzzy tight ass. His hard-on swung and throbbed with every move we made. We soaped him up. He moaned and squirmed between us, under our touch, we teased him a little, but it really looked like he was either gonna cry with frustration of shoot immediately. Jason turned off the water, and I took his balls and lead him back into the cabin. We dried him off in the kitchen and Jason poured a couple fingers more cider into each glass.

He asked, "Sam. How do you want to come first?" We toasted the question.

He licked his lips. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times. He took a step forward and back, "Anyway I ask...?" His eyes were then darting between our cocks and faces. We'd both sprung about ¾ hard. Like other things we had identical cocks. Mine looked bigger as I was shorter. Sam's was an inch or so smaller but touched his belly in its hardness.

We nodded, "anything reasonable, sure..." Jason answered.

"I, I want to lay back and get head...from both of you...I want to just feel you guys all over my cock...and ass..." The blush deepened to the point where even his belly was a little pink. I took his balls in my hand again and led him to the couch. Jason snagged a heavy drop of olive oil with a wink at me. 

I kissed Sam as I settled him back on the overstuffed couch; he groan became a whine as I continued the kiss while Jason smeared olive oil down the shaft and into his crack. Without warning Sam rolled back, grabbed his thighs and said in a near whisper, "Please...make me come..."

Jason and I attacked. We pinned his thighs to his chest, one on each side. We tongued the back of his knees and worked our way down to tickle the edges of his hips and pube. Sam was alive under our touch, breathing deep thru his nose. Jason hooked one finger around the base of his cock...he looked me n the eye...I could see his excitement at the thought of me taking in that hard dick. 

"Sam?" I delayed the moment a sec, "Do you want me to suck you cock?"

He nodded.

I leaned back and louder said, "Sam you gotta say it, you gotta ask for it...out loud. WE want to hear your pleasure.'

Jason stroked a little on Sam's fuzzy ass cheek, "You gotta let it out, stud."

"Dammit. Make me come, please, Suck my cock, Zach!" It wasn't loud but it was clear.

Even before he was done with my name I had the head in my mouth, stretching my lips tight and wet. Jason licked him balls up, to meet my lips and tongue. "FUCK!!" Sam bucked upward. I felt a gush of precum; I backed off and let it trail down from my tongue. Jason lapped it up as he went down to the base.

We swapped deep throating him stroke for stroke. Sam became a single tight coil. Jason and I met tongue and lips on just the head and tormented the ridge until Sam yelled, "Gawddam, please guys, please!" We sped up, getting firmer and deeper. We all three we sweaty and grunting; Jason and I were kneeling, legs entwined together on the floor. I grabbed Sam's head and gripped as Jason held his cock deep in his throat. I buried my tongue for the first time in Sam's ass. Jason gagged and back off when Sam hunched up on my tongue's wetness. Jason and I dug into his ass together, not touching his deep red shiny dick. WE were basically French kissing each other and his ass. 

Jason squirmed and we were then pressed cock to cock, belly to belly our tongues lapping and drilling Sam's hot little ass. I was getting hot enough I knew Jason and I would come if were wanted to...Sam's eyes drank us in between his thighs...he seemed to have stopped breathing; I don't think his muscles could have clenched tighter. Jason took my hand and in one motion we slid our middle fingers into the first ring of Sam's opening ass...




Opening Z Ch. 21



He yelled at the top of his lungs, "FUCK ME!!" and without any of us touching his erection, flooded the air with clear sweet strings of come...we couldn't hold him as he curled and squirmed until he was sitting on our laps on the floor in front of the couch. Jason had come on his eyebrow. Sam was still shaking and swearing in our arms. I felt a sticky stream on my ear and neck. It was all over him, coated the coffee table next to us. 

Sam grabbed our necks and our three tongues swirled and swiped, dug into our mouths. Sam clenched and curled a couple more times, and then literally collapsed; his head flopped back on to the couch. He let out a huge 'whoop!" He sat up in a flash and licked Jason's then my come streaks off. He grabbed our cocks in each hand and said, "C'mon boys...let's go!" As he turned around, kneeling, elbows on the cushions of the couch and wagged his ass at us.



Opening Z Ch. 22



Jason grabbed me by the neck and pressed our foreheads together. The competitive gleam flickered in his eyes, "let's give him all we got! Go get the rubbers and lube." We touched lips and I stood as Jason bent his face into Sam's tight little ass. I heard Sam draw his breath in quick as Jason jammed his tongue deep into him. 

I got the condoms, lube, grabbed a washcloth and towel and the cider. While walking back I heard Sam moaning. Jason had his ass lifted in both hands; Sam's face was smashed into the couch cushions. Jason was making, 'ung, ung' sounds with every deep push of his tongue. His cock was bobbing as he clenched his abs to tongue deeper into Sam. 

I knelt next to Jason and tore open a condom. I saw Jason smirk a tiny bit when he heard it. He spread his legs a little more. I broke the seal on the new lube, trapping a fat drop of it between three of my fingers. I wedged these between my brother's face and Sam's ass. I tipped that fat drop against his ass. He gasped at the coolness. Then he opened to my three finger tips. The fat drop of lube slipped inside of the ring of his hole. Jason drove it deeper with his tongue. Sam's moans pitched a litter higher, louder. 

I cupped Jason's balls in one hand. I kissed Sam's ass at the same time. Our tongues danced together in and out of Sam's juicy hole and our mouths. I kept a stroking motion on Jason's balls. He began to hump against my hand, the sign I was looking for. 

I slid my face against my twin's chest and dropped the wettest spit I could muster right onto the head of his cock.

"Oh damn Z!" he said into the ass in front of him. Sam arched around to see what I was up to; I twirled the spit with my palm down the head and ridge. I got the rubber and spit in it too. I worked the slippery latex down Jason's shaft. My mouth watered for it. I pulled it up. Jason came up on his knees. I pulled Sam's ass down and pushed his spine until he was kneeling on the floor in front of the couch and Jason's cock was only my hand width from the shiny hole.

Sam's eyes got wide, "you guys are huge! I dunno...."

Jason smirked...."you'll take what you can..." and without warning pressed the fat head against the pucker ring of Sam. He grunted and pushed back equally. My eyes got wide as I got a close up of the top third sinking into Sam. He breathed for the first time in that long minute.

"Wait a sec..." he managed a few deep breaths, then nodded. Jason leaned another couple of inches deeper. Sam pulled away a tad bit. Jason froze. Sam bit his lower lip and nodded again. Jason pushed and met resistance; he put one hand on Sam's hip, the other he tugged down on Sam's balls. Sam went 'oh!' silently and Jason got most of his cock buried. Quivers started in Sam's thighs and glutes. He was fighting to not fight the invasion of his ass. 

I came up off my knees and sucked a quick kiss out of Jason then turned all my efforts onto Sam. I kissed his wet mouth, getting my tongue buried in his throat. I stroked his pecs and nips. I touched and petted him all over. I tugged and twirled his dick head. He began to relax. I kept up the petting and kissing. He was glowing now. Jason hadn't moved, but I could tell his cock was swelling inside Sam.

I pulled Sam's balls back towards Jason's; this had the effect I wanted: Sam arched a little. The thick long dick up his ass shifted against his insides. He groaned.

"Ah damn. Damn. Damn. Fuck me....that is so hot, so full." He swallowed my tongue. I caught Jason's eye as he pulled back.

Sam's face arched to the ceiling. I knew he wasn't thinking right then. He scrambled and catching Jason by the hip re-buried my twin's cock to the hilt. Jason grunted. Sam broke a sweat. I dripped more of my spit onto the stretched ring of Sam's hole. Jason backed off farther. Sam held perfectly still. Jason hunched deep. Sam let out his breath. He reached back with one hand and amazed us by hooking his elbow behind Jason's neck and opening his mouth for a kiss. He was almost suspended between that hot kiss and Jason's thick cock. The quivers were back; Sam's glutes were rhythmically vibrating. Jason gave a few rabbit hunches; little squeals spilled out of their locked kiss.

Jason's thighs were straining with the weight of the two of them as he knelt holding Sam. I moved around to take Sam by the thighs we were smashed face to face; I took the weight off Jason. He pulled out and slid deep, pulled out and slid deep. I whispered to Sam, "Breathe buddy. You got this, Take his fuck...breathe..." 

He tipped his face to me and sucked my tongue into his mouth. I felt the rabbitting of Jason. Sam was slick with sweat. Jason rolled his hips in a wide circle, causing Sam to go rigid then moan his loudest, "oh gawd. Fuck yeah." Jason repeated the motion, while attacking Sam's neck and mouth from behind. We kissed all together. 

Jason flipped Sam over in a swift move. I flopped backwards onto the couch. My back was on the seat, my feet planted on either side of Jason's thighs. Sam's legs were pressed wide by Jason's chest. Sam's back was slick with sweat against my chest and belly. Jason had open access now to Sam's fuckhole. He set to fucking him.

I was crushed under them, but held Sam's thighs. He managed to keep his face turned to take all of our kisses. Jason had the look of a runner, jaw set to finish the race. He held my look and with each thrust and pull gave a deep breath. Sam held on. Sam was a hard knot of muscle, one solid clench of pleasure. Jason sped up, shortening his thrust. Sam's mouth stayed open. Jason was gonna cum; he was now tightly clenched around his thrusts as Sam was in taking those thrusts.

Jason managed to gasp, "Get a rubber on Zach, I'm not coming yet...." I slipped out from under them and was wrapped in a flash. I knelt close to Jason and stroked the full length of my cock. Sam was lost in the fuck. Jason was so close I didn't think he'd stop before coming...I slid my hand down his spine, he arched under my touch. Matching his movements for a moment I held his balls in my hand from behind. I forced a kiss on him and a little roughly yanked his balls back away from Sam's hole. Jason's cock popped out of Sam. 

I was balls deep before he could gasp. On each of my first five deep pushes Sam gasped, "i-den-ti-cal-cocks!" Jason was still breathing too hard t even smile. He kissed me and in my mouth said, "Thanks for stopping me..."

I laid into Sam. I felt him like he was a hard knot of muscle around my cock that started to shake and flutter. We were gonna fuck another come out of Sam. I was getting hot and my balls rose against my shaft. Jason began nibbling Sam's belly and pelvis. He took Sam's stiffy to the base. Sam yelled. I was groaning. Jason moaned around Sam's cock in his throat. Our voices echoed a bit off the fireplace surround. I was getting close. Jason looked up at me almost grinning around the shaft of Sam.

I knew I wouldn't stop on my own. I nodded at Jason. We matched efforts; when I was balls deep he had Sam's cock all in his throat. When I pulled out to the head, he teased the head of Sam's cock with his lips. We sped up, again faster the faster still. Sam was only able to gasp and stare at his cock and ass. Jason wrapped his arm around my waist and his thumb flicked my hole in time to my fucks into Sam.

Just at the brink Jason pulled me off of Sam. He was balls deep fast enough that our hips collided. Sam gave an almighty, "FUCK ME!!" and grabbed the back of the couch. I knew there'd be no stopping Jason this time. I stripped off my condom, swiped my cock clean and shifted over Sam's head. I was able to get most of my shaft into his sloppy mouth from that angle. I held onto Jason's shoulders as his deep pushed rocked all three of us.

Jason growled, "Dammit Sam...fucking come, buddy. Be our little bottom slut and shoot everywhere again..." I felt his moan on my cock. Jason was short thrusting now; we were in the chute to blast off....

Sam's throat gripped my cock; I imagine his ass did the same for Jason. We all froze. Sam came stuffed with our matching cocks. His first three clenches involved his whole body. His cock leapt but nothing came out. I pulled out of his throat and shot right into his open mouth. Jason was out of his ass and his condom off before my second blast hit Jason's cock. Jason shot hard enough to send a string from Sam's pube, belly, chest and my balls to join my third blast in Sam's moaning mouth. Sam came under us. I lost track at that point. 

We were a slippery happy pile for a long ten minutes. Sam pecked us both on the lips and trotted upstairs to the bathroom. Jason rolled me over on top of him. Our throaty moans as we kissed went on until we heard the toilet flush and the shower turn on. Sam yelled down, "I'm gonna be a few minutes guys...."

In the same concerned voice we answered, "Y'all right?" 

"Uh yeah...just a bit messy and need to...well I might need the toilet again...." I could hear his embarrassment. Jason whispered to me, "been there know that feeling...we wrecked him dude!" I felt the same pride and concern. We rolled together to our feet. Grabbing all the rubbers, lube and cider we headed upstairs. We left the stuff in the bedroom and went into the bathroom. Sam was leaning his head against the wall, hot water streaming down his neck and back. He looked exhausted. For a second he was worried.

We stepped in and gently soaped all three of our tired bodies, being soft and slow with his ass and cock. Our twin cocks were still mostly hard, but we ignored them for now. Once we were all cleaned up, we started massaging Sam's back, glutes and thighs. He sighed a few times, the stood straight and slipped out of the shower. The toilet was around the wall from us so he had some privacy and came back looking relaxed. We rinsed him down again and dried off together. He reached out for our swollen dicks and took them both in both his hands making us stand close together. 

He grinned at us and jumped suddenly onto our hips. We held him off the ground as he laughed, "Thanks! That was amazing...that I could take those fucks! I need to do that again!"

We carried him into the bedroom and dropped him on the bed.