Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2016 01:52:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills, chapter 17

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Chapter 17: "Birthday Boy"

Chris cried out into the pillow.  He had no idea how many times the wet
tongue penetrating his asshole had made him do it, but it felt like it'd
been going on for hours.  Each flick and touch over his hole made him
hungrier for the next, and he felt like he was going to go insane soon.

"You ready to get fucked?"

"Oh yeah," he panted, "Jesus, do it.  Put that big cock in me."

A week ago he'd barely thought about how his 21st birthday was going to go,
but he knew now it was going to be unforgettable.

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The Halloween party at the house had been epic: with the 31st falling on a
Saturday a huge blowout was inevitable.  And with everyone in the house
except Chris over 21, having beer on hand wasn't a problem: Derrick had
"worked things out" with the campus cops and as long as they kept it inside
and reasonable they wouldn't have any problems.  So the invites went out,
and between the wrestling crew, Chris's assorted friends at Ian's
fraternity, and various other people they ended up with over 100 people,
most of them wearing costumes.  Big Dave had gone as a Viking of course
(same costume as the previous two years it turned out), Derrick as a
Russian army officer, and Gabe as Fidel Castro.  Chris went for Spider Man,
and Aaron surprised him by showing up as Tigger.  Everybody assumed he was
just a tiger, but Chris knew who he'd picked the costume for, and it warmed
his heart to see it.

By 2 a.m. things were pretty much winding down.  Chris waved goodbye to
Dave and Joey (Hulk and Ant Man, respectively) and headed upstairs.
Aaron's door was closed--he must've sacked out already, so Chris just
headed for his own room, feeling heavily buzzed.  As he passed the door
however he froze: the unmistakable sounds of a female orgasm were coming
through it, loud and clear.  What the hell?  He was just starting to get
good and pissed when he heard a "Hey!  There you are.  Ready for bed?"
Aaron was at the bottom of the stairs, happily drunk.  He'd lost his tail,
but the ears were still on his head somehow.  Chris just stood there as his
booze-soaked brain struggled to catch up.

"Shhhh!" Aaron whispered, "I told Kevin he could use my room.  You know,
Kevin, from wrestling?  Frankenstein?"  Like most drunks, Aaron's
"whispering" was probably loud enough to be heard outside--although it
didn't sound like Kevin and his hookup had noticed.

Chris didn't really remember the guy, but he didn't care as long as it
wasn't Aaron in there.  "Okay, sure, cool.  Let's go."  He was definitely
crashing.  As he pulled Aaron towards his room the blond couldn't resist
shouting "It's ALIVE!" at the door.  So much for being subtle Chris
thought, laughing to himself.

When he woke up the next morning he was pleasantly surprised by his
relative lack of hangover.  In fact, his biggest source of discomfort was a
jabbing sensation in the ribs, which turned out to be Aaron's ears: they'd
fallen off and he'd rolled over on them.  Working them loose woke Aaron up,
and when he turned around the jock was smiling up at him, looking sexy as
hell with his new short beard ("no lumberjack look" Chris had made him
promise) and tousled hair.  "Hey you," he said.  "Those my ears?"

"They are.  You want 'em back you've gotta get 'em Tigg."  Chris held them
over his head; Aaron would have to climb on top of him to get them, and he
was looking forward to that--his morning wood could use some relief.  Since
he'd hooked up with Dave (and then made up with Aaron) something in him had
relaxed, and he was no longer nearly so shy about asking for sex.  And
Aaron seemed to appreciate the change--it hadn't occurred to Chris that
such a masculine, athletic guy would like to have someone jump his bones
for a change, instead of always being the one to start something.  Well
Chris was more than ready to start something now--he could already feel a
damp spot forming in his boxers.

Aaron rolled over him and knelt up, straddling his hips so their hardons
were bumping together, then grabbed the ears.  "Thanks."  He gave Chris a
quick kiss then bounded up, his boxers tented out.  "Let's get some food."

Chris looked up, refusing to believe Aaron was going to leave him hanging
like that.  "I've got something for you right here," he growled, groping
his crotch.  Part of his brain stopped to notice he never would've said
something like that even a month ago.  The other parts were too happily
horned up to care.

"I know you do."  Aaron smiled as he bent over to kiss Chris again.  "But,"
another kiss, "your birthday is coming up in a week."  One hand slid down
through the sparse hairs on Chris's chest.  "And I want this--" his hand
slid under Chris's waistband to squeeze the hard shaft "--to be fully
charged up next Saturday night."  He leaned over to put his lips against
Chris's ear, the hairs from his beard tickling it maddeningly.  "Coz I am
going to make it a night to remember."  He slid his hand back out and sat
back, grinning wickedly.  "So no sex, no jerking off, no humping your
pillow.  Save it for Saturday."

Chris groaned in frustration--this was going to be torture.  He was sharing
Aaron's bathroom, and was going to have to look at that sculpted body
getting out of the shower every day.  "If I do, you do."

Aaron stood up, still grinning, then slid his waistband down until the pink
shaft Chris knew so well popped free.  He'd been leaking too.  "Oh yeah,
don't worry.  You are going to be swimming in cum Saturday night, believe
me."  The lust in his eyes made that more than just a figure of speech.
"Now lemme see if my room is free--I need a cold shower."  He pulled his
shorts back up and sauntered out the door, not even hiding his wood.  Chris
decided he'd better take a cold one too.

By Wednesday it was bad enough that they both decided they'd better sleep
in their own rooms, and Friday morning Chris opted to shower in Derrick and
Dave's bathroom; otherwise he was going to jump Aaron's bones no matter
what he'd promised.  Derrick gave him a raised eyebrow at his presence:
Chris had practically moved into Aaron's room over the last few weeks and
his return to the other bathroom was unexpected.  Eating breakfast in the
kitchen he asked Aaron flat out "what the fuck is going on with you two?"
Aaron leaned in and whispered in his ear, and Derrick's chiseled face split
into a big grin as he did.  "Awww yeah.  Niiiice.  Really?...  Oh fuck yeah
he will."  He gave Chris a thumbs up.  "Hang in there buddy.  Your boy
knows what he's doing."

Friday night was bearable: that was his actual birthday, and Ian and his
other Tau Kappa Epsilon buddies insisted they take him out to hit the bars.
Aaron took a pass on joining them, probably afraid of what would happen if
they both got drunk, but Chris had a great time anyway.  He'd never been
much of a drinker, but it was definitely great to go out and cut loose
legally, and the guys in the fraternity were more than happy to help.  Ian
made sure he got some water inside him, so when he woke up the next morning
on a couch in the TKE house he didn't feel like he wanted to die.  Although
a nap would be nice--then he remembered that today was the end of his dry
spell with Aaron, and a nap no longer seemed necessary.  Checking his phone
he saw he'd missed a text from him just after midnight.  "Happy birthday
big boy.  Rest up.  Be back at the house and ready to roll by 6.  XOXOXO
Tigg" It looked like Aaron had left him time for a nap after all; probably
not by accident, he realized.  Despite his goofy ways, Aaron had proven
himself to be pretty good at planning.

It turned out Chris needed a nap after all: he was sacked out in his room
when Aaron woke him up at 5:30.  "Hello Sunshine!  Ready for your big day?"
He had a big grin on his face and a Monster in one hand.  "Drink up!
Time's a-wasting!"  Chris sat up blearily and took a swig; unlike Aaron he
was never quick to wake up.  As he gathered his wits it was obvious that
the athlete was even bouncier than usual.  And he was actually dressed up:
he was wearing a button-down shirt and pair of slacks that Chris didn't
even know he owned--he looked really good.  And he smelled nice--he had
some sort of cologne on too, which wasn't normally his thing.  What was he
up to?  Chris found the enthusiasm contagious.  He was sure Aaron had
something good planned, and now that he was more awake he was excited to
find out.  He stood up, ready to hit the shower.

"So what's the plan?"

"A surprise!" Aaron gave him a quick kiss, then broke away to swat his ass.
"Get cleaned up good--we're leaving at six.  And wear something nice!" he
shouted as Chris headed to the bathroom.

Chris showered and shaved thoroughly--he wanted to look his best.  A couple
of times he started chubbing up imagining what Aaron might have in mind,
but he stuffed those thoughts back down: plenty of time for that later.  He
was ready on time though, having dug up his own pair of slacks and a white
Polo that was in reasonable shape.  He didn't have money for the fancier
clothes like Aaron did, but he thought he was still presentable.  He put on
some cologne and headed downstairs, jittery with excitement--not to mention
the can of Monster.  When he got there Aaron was waiting with a gym bag at
his feet; he already had a jacket on.

"Perfect timing!  Cab just got here."  He looked Chris up and down
appraisingly.  "You look gooood--c'mere."  He grabbed Chris around the
waist and pulled him in for another kiss.  "Happy Birthday.  Now get your
coat on, I'm taking you out."

Chris let go reluctantly.  It'd been a good kiss, and he could feel Aaron's
bulge forming up against him during the brief contact.  He would've been
happy with cooking dinner at home together, followed by...other stuff, but
Aaron clearly had A Plan.  No one had made a big fuss over his birthday
since he was about ten years old, and he felt a warm sense of excitement at
being treated like this.  Not that drinks out with Ian and the guys the
night before hadn't been fun, but this was more...special.  He threw on his
coat and grabbed a knit cap: the November weather was turning to winter and
it was getting cold out.  "What's with the duffel?"

"You'll see."  Aaron grinned, practically hopping from toe to toe.  "Maybe
we'll rob a bank.  C'mon!"  He grabbed Chris's hand and dragged him to the
cab, passing a note to the driver.  "Take us here please."

Chris tried to pry some more details from Aaron on the ride but got
nowhere.  He debated copping a feel to see if that would win the antsy
blond over, but the driver had a clear view of the back seat, so that was
out.  It wasn't a big town though, so it didn't take long to get his
answer: the cab rolled up in front of the Silver Springs Hotel, and they
got out.  Chris couldn't believe it: students never, ever stayed here.
This was the place parents stayed when they were visiting their kids.
Well-off parents, at that.  "Aaron, what?  I mean, we're not staying here
are we?  I can't afford this."

"Relax, I've been saving up.  And I uh, kinda told my parents about you."
Aaron gave him a shy look that was completely endearing.  "I mean, not YOU
you, but I sorta mentioned it was a birthday present for a special friend.
And that the friend was a guy."  He shrugged.  "They kinda figured it out
after that.  At least I think they did.  Guess I'll know for sure over
Thanksgiving!"  He laughed a bit shrilly, sounding equal parts nervous and
relieved.

Chris blinked, taking that in.  He'd been so angry at Aaron for slipping
him whatever drug made him get off on guys, but now Aaron was the one
putting himself out there.  For me, he thought, he's doing all this for me.
He didn't even think about it, just grabbed Aaron and gave him a big hug
right there on the steps of the grand old hotel.  "You're the best," he
whispered, and squeezed harder.

Aaron pulled away a bit to look him in the face.  "Well, y'know, you're
worth it."  He looked a bit abashed, but his face was glowing.  "C'mon,
let's drop the overnight bag off and head to dinner."  He squeezed Chris's
shoulder, then turned to lead the way into the lobby.  It really was an
amazing place: built in the 1800s for wealthy miners, and restored by the
new owners with the original crystal chandeliers, marble floors, mahogany
trim, the works.  Chris felt like he was floating: his family had always
been more part of the Motel 6 crowd on their trips together.  He was too
busy ogling the lobby to pay much attention to Aaron checking them in and
handing over their duffle, so when it was over and Aaron turned back he was
a bit startled.

"C'mon, let's get some dinner."  Aaron grabbed his hand and led him back
towards the door.

"We're not gonna go to the room?"  Chris was definitely hungry, but his
spell of abstinence was very much on his mind.

Aaron gave him a wicked grin.  "Joey and Dave are meeting us there after
dinner; we can decide what we want to do then."  He waggled his eyebrows.
"But right now I wanna get some food.  You're not gonna miss your birthday
dinner are you?"

Chris admitted he did not want that, and he followed the wrestler out the
door.  Not far it turned out: he'd gotten them reservations at
Ballantine's, the go-to steak joint in town.  All dark wood and muted
lighting, it was another place he never thought he'd set foot in, and as
they settled into their dinner the sense of being in some sort of movie
grew--this was like a Julia Roberts flick, he thought.  Aaron had really
gone all out for him; this was miles beyond the "dude let's get a burger"
he'd expected.  The handsome wrestler was racking up boyfriend points at a
spectacular pace.  Then he caught himself: had he just thought of Aaron as
his boyfriend?  He gave that some serious consideration while Aaron was off
on a bathroom break.  Yeah...yeah, "boyfriend" actually felt right.  It
wasn't just the dinner either, although that was amazing.  It was all the
rest of it: he looked forward to seeing Aaron all the time, and they had a
great time hanging out--Aaron could make him laugh his ass off like nobody
else.  And it wasn't just about sex (although holy cow did Aaron know how
to push his buttons): Aaron was always looking out for him, always
considerate, always...great.  Just really...great.  And here he was coming
back from the bathroom, face lighting up when he saw him; Chris couldn't
help giving a goofy smile in return.

"So," Aaron said, sitting back down, "meal good?"  He spread his hands out.
"You like?"

"Aaron, this is just--wow.  No one has ever done something like this for
me.  Like, ever."  He took Aaron's hand under the table.  "You did good
Tigg."

Aaron's eyes crinkled, pleased.  "C'mon, you must've had a girlfriend in
high school who took you out, or something?  Right?"

"Not really."  Chris felt like a dork admitting it, but it was Aaron--he
could say this to Aaron.  "My folks, well, you know, they didn't really
approve of us dating or anything before marriage.  So this is kind of like
my first, um, real date."  His voice was almost a whisper at the end, and
his face felt warm with embarrassment.  Everyone he knew had dated so many
girls in high school, and then in college--he felt like a complete loser
waiting until he was 21.  Hell, he'd probably still be a virgin if Aaron
hadn't come along.

Aaron's face softened in understanding, and he squeezed Chris's hand.
"Well, I hope you like it."  He squeezed again.  "I really do."

Chris nodded, briefly overcome with emotion, and they just sat there,
sharing the moment for a bit.  Finally Aaron pulled away to grab his fork
and finish up his steak, smiling as he did.  "Well why don't we finish up
here and head back to the hotel to see what trouble we can get you into
tonight.  Joey and Dave are probably going stir crazy by now."

He'd forgotten Aaron mentioning them.  Chris felt a mild stab of
disappointment that Aaron's friends were coming along--he'd been out with
the other two wrestlers enough to become casual friends with them, but they
were really more Aaron's crew than his.  Still, it had been a great night
no matter what already, and he wasn't going to complain if Aaron and the
guys wanted to take him out for some more celebratory drinks.  "Sure thing,
sounds fun."  He worked up some enthusiasm and smiled.

"Don't worry, we don't have to hang out with those guys all night if you
don't want.  But they like you and wanted to help celebrate.  And they're
my best buds, so, y'know, I thought it'd be okay.  Cool?"  He ate the last
of his steak, watching until Chris nodded.  "Great."  He swallowed.  "Fuck,
that's delicious."

By the time they finished the wine (which packed more of a punch than Chris
had realized) and had a last cocktail (Aaron laughing when Chris tried his
brandy and nearly spit it out at first), Chris was feeling buzzed.  Not
drunk, but definitely loose he realized as they stood up and walked out.
When Aaron helped him into his coat the hostess gave them a knowing
smile--she knew a date when she saw one--and warmly wished him a happy
birthday.  Maybe it was the wine, but for once Chris didn't actually worry
about what she might be thinking.  He just said it had been perfect,
thanks, and gave Aaron a one-armed hug as they headed out the door.

"That was great Tigg.  Thank you so much--it was really awesome.  You're--"
he cleared his throat, "a great boyfriend."  He felt his face coloring at
the unfamiliar word, but when he glanced over Aaron looked surprised and
then deeply pleased.

"Well, so are you.  A boyfriend, I mean.  And great."  Aaron bumped
shoulders companionably, and then they just naturally ended up holding
hands.  They stayed that way for the short walk back to the hotel, silent
but happy.

When they got to the room Chris heard a loud whoop as soon as they entered.
As they shrugged off their coats and Aaron tossed the duffel in a corner
Joey and Dave hopped up from one of the beds to greet them.  Chris could
see assorted mixers and bottles forming a little homemade minibar on the
window ledge; it looked like it had already seen some use.

"Happy Birthday Chris!"  Dave gave him a big warm hug, drink in one hand.
Chris could feel his hard muscles flexing as he squeezed, and he
instinctively melted into the warmth--it was like hugging a larger, hairier
version of Aaron.  Dave smelled good too--some sort of spicy soap, and when
Dave leaned in to whisper "Glad you let us come along, bud" into his ear he
shivered instinctively, suddenly very aware that Dave was an extremely hot
guy.  His cock gave a very definite lurch up before Dave let him go.

"So did Aaron treat you right bro?" Joey asked, walking over.

Chris turned back to his date and smiled into his eyes.  "Yeah, definitely.
He did great."

Aaron put his arms around his waist and pulled their hips together, looking
into his eyes.  Chris could feel that he wasn't the only one getting a
little rowdy down below.  "Gotta treat my boyfriend right, right?"  He
smiled as he emphasized "boyfriend," and then pulled Chris in for a long
kiss to drive home the point.  It might've bothered Chris to make out in
front of the other guys, but all he could think about was Aaron's muscular
body pressing into his and his warm hand cupping the back of his head, and
he just closed his eyes and went with it.  When Aaron's tongue slipped into
his mouth he was completely hard, and by the time the kiss ended they were
both flushed and breathing heavily.

Joey had joined them and was grinning as he and Dave watched the show.
"Your man a good kisser, Aaron?"

Aaron grinned, eyes still locked on Chris's.  He still held their hips
together, and Chris could feel their hard-ons bumping against each other;
he couldn't resist pressing into the wrestler and rubbing just a little.
"The best."

"Well lemme give him a birthday greeting, huh?"  Not waiting for an answer,
Joey turned Chris's head and pulled him down a little until their mouths
met.  Chris barely had time to register what was happening when Joey's
tongue slid into his mouth, forcing it open.  Aaron still hadn't let go of
his waist, and as Joey's tongue slid in he pushed their groins together
hard; the pressure on his erection made him grunt in pleasure
automatically, and Joey's tongue moved in more forcefully.  His mind was
still trying to process this turn of events, but his body knew how to
respond, and when Aaron's tongue traced its way up his neck to his ear he
sighted quietly.

"Happy Birthday babe," Aaron whispered hoarsely--Chris wasn't the only one
getting increasingly turned on.  "The guys and I talked last week," he
nipped an earlobe, "and we wanted to make sure you had a night to
remember."  He kissed behind Chris's ear in that spot Chris loved, making
him shiver and press harder against Joey, hungry for contact.  "Tonight
we're gonna do anything you want."  His tongue wormed briefly into Chris's
ear, making the black-haired jock squirm.  "Anything," he breathed, and
took Chris's hand to guide it to the short wrestler's crotch; Chris gave it
a squeeze without even thinking.  Joey wasn't really all that hard yet and
he was already a handful.  Chris remembered a couple of comments Aaron had
made about his size, and began rubbing.  His asshole twitched at the
thought of how big it might get, and what it could do to him.

"Mmmm...." Joey pulled his tongue out of Chris's mouth.  "Aaron says you
like big dicks.  That true?"  He flexed his groin, making his cock swell
further in Chris's grip.  Distracted by what Aaron was doing to his neck,
Chris just nodded.  Joey unbuttoned his jeans and slid Chris's hand into
his underwear, through his pubes and down to his hardening shaft.

Chris sighed as he wrapped his hand around its smooth girth, then began
slowly stroking.  He could feel how thick it was, and thought Aaron was
probably right: it did seem fatter than what he remembered of Big Dave's.
Aaron's lips and tongue were still driving him nuts, but now he'd also
worked a hand down the back of his slacks to start playing with his ass
too.  Just a finger partway down the top of his crack, but it was enough to
make him arch his back in an effort to get it farther in there.

He felt a warm body press up behind him, and Dave's big arms wrapped around
him; he could feel the hard lump in the big wrestler's pants pressing into
his ass and Aaron's hand.  "Here bud, lemme help you with that."  Dave
reached around and unbuckled his belts and opened up his slacks, grinding
up against him as he did.  The sensation of three masculine bodies pressed
against him was overwhelming: Aaron's familiar touch, firm but gentle;
Dave's solid body, bigger and hairier with that slightly spicy scent; and
Joey, compact and aggressive, squeezing and rubbing him everywhere.  When
Dave fished his hard-on out of his underwear and gave the wet head a
squeeze he felt weak in the knees.  "Aaaahnnhh...."

Aaron's hands moved to tug his pants down completely.  "God this is hot,"
he muttered, "I wanna see you naked so bad."

Joey's hands had been rubbing over his chest, and now he began unbuttoning
Chris's shirt.  "Hell yeah.  You've got a great body Chris."  Buttons
opened, he leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth, biting it gently, and
Chris moaned.

Behind him he could sense Dave pulling away to shuck his own clothes, and
Aaron seized the opportunity to slide his hand to the bottom of Chris's
crack.  His index finger slid through the dusting of black hair until it
found the smooth skin around his anus, where it began circling and rubbing.
Chris whimpered and knew without looking that the touch was making his cock
drip.  "Oh God Tigg, that feels so good...."

The finger rubbed harder, while Aaron's free hand pulled their heads
together.  "Gonna open you up for Joey's fat cock babe.  You want that?"
His tongue teased Chris's ear, and he whimpered.

"Yeah.  So much."  Joey moved over to the other nipple and bit down, harder
this time.  "Aaaaah!"  He began stroking Joey's rod in earnest, hoping to
get the smaller jock as revved up as he was.  It felt slick and warm in his
grip, and he couldn't wait to feel it inside him.

Dave moved around to stand behind Joey.  He was naked now, and Chris eyed
him with new appreciation.  He'd always thought Dave was pretty built, but
now it was obvious that he was the biggest of all of them.  His trimmed
chest and abs showed enough dark fur to contrast with the smoother torsos
of the other three, making him look older by a few years and more ruggedly
handsome than Aaron or Joey's boyish looks.  His cock jutted out proudly
from a trimmed but dense black bush; he might not be as big as Joey, but he
definitely had nothing to be ashamed of.  Chris licked his lips at the
sight, imagining going down on that piece of meat until he was nose-deep in
those pubes.  "Oh yeah..." he whispered to no one in particular.

Dave looked him right in the eye, then reached down to start pulling Joey's
tee shirt off.  "C'mon babe, I think Chris wants to see you naked."  Dave
gave the birthday boy a wink.  "I think we all do."  Joey leaned away from
Chris's chest to let Dave pull the shirt over his head, his smooth pecs
bulging as he wiggled out of the fabric.  When it was off Dave leaned in
and nuzzled behind his ear; Joey closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure,
leaning into the touch.  Dave's gaze was locked on Chris's though.  "Pretty
hot, isn't he bro?"

Amen, Chris thought.  Joey was even smoother than Aaron, who did have a bit
of chest hair.  There was nothing at all covering the shorter man's ripped
pecs or obscuring the view of his six-pack--at least until the massive
hard-on got in the way.  No doubt, it was easily the size of Big Dave's,
looking even larger against Joey's smaller frame.  And it was dripping
heavily: Chris gave a squeeze and another drop of clear liquid seeped from
the tip, sliding down to join the others lubricating his palm.  "Yeah,
really hot," he panted.

Aaron's finger pressed more firmly against his hole--almost, but not quite
enough pressure to go inside him.  "You wanna taste him?"  His breath was
warm in Chris's ear.

"Yeah."  Did he ever.  Chris loved taking Aaron in his mouth; he had ever
since the night he'd moved into the house.  It would be so hot to do that
with this massive piece of meat; the only way it could be hotter was
if--"Do it with me."  Yes, sharing this with Aaron would be the ultimate
turn-on.  And hadn't Aaron said he could do anything he wanted tonight?

"Mmmm...yeah."  Aaron was smiling lustfully at him.  "Lemme see you go down
on him, and then I'll join you."  He pushed Chris down to his knees, then
began shedding his clothes as fast as he could.

Chris took a few seconds to relish his up-close view.  The cut head bulged
out from a the shaft, which was slightly thicker in the middle, and the
whole end gleamed with the pre-cum his hand had smeared over it, the smell
intoxicating.  On a whim he buried his nose in Joey's trimmed bush,
inhaling the fresh masculine scent.  It was similar to Aaron's he thought,
breathing deeply, and without thinking he lapped at the base of the cock,
to see if their flesh tasted the same--it was pretty close.  Continuing to
explore, he let go of the shaft and began lapping his way up it, the flavor
of pre-cum becoming more pronounced as he went.  Joey tasted sweeter than
Aaron or Gabe, but equally delicious, and he began to tongue the wet flesh
more vigorously as he worked up to the head.  Dave was working Joey's pants
off in the mean time, which made keeping contact more challenging, but
Chris didn't care--this was heaven.  About the time Joey kicked free of his
underwear Aaron did too, and seconds later his tongue was joining Chris's,
moving up and down in tandem along Joey's shaft.  When they reached the fat
head together their mouths met and they began kissing, passing the leaking
piss slit from mouth to mouth as Joey began to grunt.  Chris felt Aaron's
hand grip him loosely and begin stroking,and he returned the favor, careful
not to push Aaron too hard this early.  Joey's hands went to the back of
their heads, guiding them up and down his cock, lower to tongue his balls,
or just into his crotch to lap at his pubes.  He began slowly thrusting
into their faces, his breath coming faster, and Chris heard Dave say "You
like what they're doing babe?"

"Oh yeah," Joey breathed.  "Fuck yeah."  Chris glanced up to see Dave
pressed up tightly against Joey's back side, palms moving up and down his
smooth torso while Joey threw his head back and Dave nuzzled his neck.  "I
think it's time to get ready for some fucking though."  He tangled his
hands in Chris and Aaron's hair, forcing them to look up.  "Let's get you
boys up on the bed."

Chris kicked off his pants as he stood and let Joey guide him by the
shoulders to the nearer bed.  He moved to get onto his back, but Joey
stopped him.  "Get on your hands and knees bro."  He flashed white teeth in
a grin.  "Trust me, birthday boy."  Chris did as he was told, keenly aware
of his exposed hole as Dave guided Aaron to kneel next to him.  The blond
grinned and pressed their calves together, then took his hand, and Chris
smiled back.

Before either one of them could say anything he felt Joey's grip clenching
his ass cheeks, spreading them apart.  He took a deep breath, mentally
prepared for a repeat of Dave's ramming, and let it out in a surprised
whooooosh! as Joey's tongue made a long lazy pass from the base of his
balls to the tip of his hole.  How had he known?...  He looked over at
Aaron who was grinning at him wickedly, and realized that of course he
would've told Joey how much Chris loved this.  Aaron loved sucking his dick
first and foremost, but if he was fresh from the shower the wrestler would
happily eat out his hole as foreplay before sliding his dick in.  Over the
last several weeks Chris had become scrupulous in cleaning his ass
thoroughly every time he showered, just in case, and now it was habit.
Apparently Joey had similar inclinations, because his warm tongue was
already delving deep into his anus, making Chris's eyes roll back.  He was
barely aware of Aaron's eyes fluttering as Dave did the same to him, but
Chris could feel Aaron's hand clench his harder, and then they both began
to pant.  When Joey's hand gripped his shaft from behind and started
stroking he had no choice but to turn his face into the pillow to muffle
his cries.

...And so some time later (he didn't know how long) he reached the point
where he couldn't take it any longer.  Joey's tongue wasn't enough anymore:
he needed that fat dick.

"Oh yeah," he panted, "Jesus, do it.  Put that big cock in me."

Joey leaned back and Chris's hole instantly felt the lack of stimulation.

"Fuck yeah.  How do you want it birthday boy?"  One hand slapped his ass,
while a finger began sliding up and down his crack, teasing.  "From behind,
or..."

Chris looked to his left.  Aaron's eyes were half shut in pleasure while
Dave continued to bury his face in his behind, but he was watching to see
what Chris would say.  Chris suddenly remembered something from a few weeks
ago, after their big fight, and knew what he wanted.  "Lie down on your
back Joey," he said hoarsely.  "I wanna sit on you."  He looked Aaron
straight in the eyes.  "I want Aaron to suck me off while we do it."  He
was rewarded with a look equal parts tenderness and lust, and knew he'd
made the right choice.

The four of them quickly rearranged themselves, Joey leaning back against
the headboard smearing lube on his dick while Chris knelt over him, facing
his feet.  When he felt the slick head grazing his crack he reached back to
guide Joey to his hole, already aching with the need to be filled.  As the
fat head pressed against him he let out a groan--he couldn't have held it
in any more than he could have told Joey to stop stretching him open, stop
pressing into him, stop sinking inside him.  "Don't stop.  God, don't
stop!"  He lowered himself another half inch, tolerating the discomfort for
the pleasure it brought, and a trickle of cloudy pre-cum dribbled down his
deep red shaft.  In front of him Aaron licked his lips and then knelt
forward at the foot of the bed, eyes closed in bliss as he took Chris into
his mouth and began swirling his tongue around the head to collect his
juice.  Chris shuddered and closed his eyes as he continued to sink down;
nothing existed for him but the pleasure in his ass and cock.  Sooner than
he thought he felt Joey's pubes tickling him, and realized that the earlier
tongue action had opened him up tremendously: he could tell Joey was larger
than Big Dave, but this had hardly hurt at all.  And his cock felt so good
too...he could feel his balls tightening up already.  He looked down to
watch Aaron bobbing up and down steadily, his blond hair contrasting with
Chris's black-furred crotch.  He loved it when Aaron gave him head: it felt
great of course, but it was also amazingly sexy seeing how much the ripped
jock enjoyed doing it.  As if reading his mind Aaron broke off for a second
to smile up at him, his beard already wet with saliva.  And then he very
deliberately took Chris back into his mouth, slowly but steadily sliding
his lips down his shaft while one hand gently squeezed Chris's taught
balls.  Chris instinctively lifted up to go deeper down that warm tight
throat and that, combined with the feel of Joey's massive shaft sliding
inside him as he moved, pushed him over the edge.  Before he could even
register what was happening his seven days of abstinence ended with a bang:
he gave a sharp cry and clamped Aaron's head down into his crotch as he
exploded.  Joey must've been expecting something like this, because the
instant Chris felt his asshole start to spasm in orgasm the stocky wrestler
bucked his hips up hard against his ass.  He couldn't help the
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" he made as he bounced between the two sources of
pleasure--this was as intense as anything he'd ever felt.  Four, five, six
blasts before he could even open his eyes again, and a few more aftershocks
before he registered anything properly.

Like the gagging noises Aaron was making.  Oh shit.  He quickly let go of
Aaron's head to give him some air, and Aaron pulled off his wet cock, then
lay there with his face on Chris's thigh, coughing a couple of times.
Finally he let out a weak "holy shit" and propped himself up on his elbows.
His face was red and his eyes were watering, and a thick white smear of
semen glistened in his beard.

"Tigg!  I'm so sorry!  I just kinda got taken by surprise."  Chris felt
bad, but at the same time he was aware of Joey still very much inside him,
and still moving slowly.  Even having just cum, he wasn't satisfied.

Aaron shook his head and laughed, wiping his chin.  "Yeah, me too.  Not the
first time Joey's fucked a big load outta someone though, right?"  He
turned to look back at Dave, who was standing behind him stroking his dick
lightly, then licked his fingers clean.

Dave grinned back.  "Nope."  He leaned down and slid his hand along Aaron's
ass, until suddenly the blond closed his eyes and sucked in his breath,
body tensing.  "And I bet he's not the only one who needs a big load fucked
outta him.  Is he, A?"

Chris watched as Aaron began pushing his hips back against Dave, his eyes
closed in pleasurable concentration.  "No," he said weakly.  Chris knew
that tone--it was how he himself sounded when Aaron was getting ready to
ride him, and he was desperate to have him do it.  He'd always just let
Aaron top him, assuming that's what the jock wanted, but now he saw that
maybe Aaron liked a dick up his own ass.  Maybe a lot.

Dave gave him a smoldering look, clearly ready to give Aaron what he
wanted.  "You wanna watch me fuck your boy Chris?"  It looked like he slid
another finger in Aaron's hole; in any case he did something that made the
blond jock groan and grip the bedspread between Joey's legs.

The sight was making Chris incredibly horny, and he began rocking his hips
automatically.  His cock had barely drooped after he shot his load, and it
was rapidly coming back up.  "Yeah."  He licked his lips.  "Do it.  Get him
off good."  He grabbed his hard-on and started stroking slowly while Dave
drizzled lube on himself.  When the beefy wrestler began sliding in Aaron
gave a long moan of need, and Chris echoed it, knowing how good Dave's dick
was making him feel.  Wanting Aaron to know how hot it was for him to see
this.  Joey started thrusting into him and he exhaled a sharp grunt of
pleasure.  "Oh God, yes.  Just like that."

Aaron looked up at him then, eyes still glazed with lust but smiling, and
then turned his head back down to take Chris in his mouth once again.
Chris put his hands on Aaron's head, more gently this time, and began
riding up and down Joey's shaft.  "Oh God yes Tigg," he groaned, "this is
all for you.  Aaaaahh!"  Joey began bucking up into him harder, and he
closed his eyes to concentrate on the pleasure he was feeling.  He was good
and loosened up now, and every thrust of the fat shaft into his guts
brought a wave of pleasure.  He rubbed his hands over Aaron's back, feeling
the muscles flex as he bobbed his head up and down and squirmed in response
to Dave's pounding.  Occasionally his hands would slide over Dave's as the
blocky top gripped and caressed, both of them pleasuring Aaron in their own
way.  He was making muffled groans around Chris's cock as Dave began
slamming into him harder and harder.  Eventually the pounding was too much:
he couldn't keep sucking Chris with Dave ramming him against the bed, and
he let the cock out of his mouth.

"Oh God Dave, fuck me!  Fuckin' ram me bro!  Jesus, harder!"  Both he and
Dave were sweating now, and Chris jerked his cock hard at the sight; this
was hotter than any porno he'd ever watched.

He could hear Joey grunting behind him and felt hands gripping his hips,
slamming him down onto the monster cock's root.  Each thrust of the massive
shaft made him want more, and he raised and lowered his buttocks in a
frenzy to get the pounding he craved.  "Fuck, that ass is tight!" Joey
grunted, "Take my cock Chris--I'm gonna fuckin' baste your hole!"  Joey was
panting heavily; he sounded close.

Riding the wave of raw sex, Chris let go and just went with the moment like
he never had before.  "Pound him Dave!  Make him shoot his load!  God--I'm
gonna blow my wad just watching you, you're so fucking hot.  Aaron, you're
making me blow, I'm gonna, I'm---aaaaahhhh!  AH!  AHHH!!"  He didn't even
try to hold back as he jacked himself off--he wanted to paint Aaron with
his cum, mark him as his own.  A watery jet squirted out, then another and
another as he laid tracks across Aaron's shoulders and ass; the farthest
one hitting Dave's abs to trickle down into his black pubes.  "Take it
Aaron, take it!" he panted, "Cum for me!"

Even as his orgasm started winding down, Joey's started.  He whimpered as
Joey began ramming him at top speed, forcing thicker globs of jizz out of
his cock to run down his fingers.  Joey gave a heroic thrust up, bouncing
Chris halfway off him, and let out a yell as he blew.  He could feel Joey's
whole body spasm underneath him and his cock swell even further, and then
the sloppy warmth of a fresh load spilling inside him.
"Nnnnnghhaaaahhfuuuuck!!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!" Joey chanted as he unloosed,
and Chris shivered as his hole was filled to overflowing.

He was distracted from his and Joey's waning orgasms by Aaron's
increasingly frantic cries as he pushed back hard into Dave, hands clenched
in the sheets to give himself leverage.  "Harder Dave!  Fuck me man, fuck
me--I'm gonna nut!!  Stroke my dick bro!"

Dave was slapping hard against his smooth ass, and Chris could imagine what
Aaron was feeling.  He hadn't realized how hot it would be to watch Aaron
in this animal frenzy, and even though he'd just gotten off he wanted to
take part.  He grabbed his thick blond hair and pulled his head back,
forcing Aaron to look up at him while Dave pounded him from behind.  Their
eyes met.  "Come for me Tigg--blow your load," he urged, just as Dave gave
him the reach-around he'd asked for.  Aaron had just enough time to smile
briefly and nod, and then Dave's strokes pushed him over the edge.  With a
wail he began bucking his hips uncontrollably, then buried his face in the
bed while he screamed in pleasure.  Dave rammed him savagely as he came,
driving his smooth frame against the bed again and again.  "Oh God yes!!
AAAHHGOD YES!  AAHHHH!!!  AHH!!  Aahhh!"  His voice faded into
unintelligible whimpers as he finished coming; Chris could see the spasms
rippling through his muscles.

Less than 30 seconds later Dave pulled out of Aaron's hole.  With a
strangled roar he grabbed his deep red shaft and began stroking furiously
as ropes of thick white goo splattered everywhere.  Chris watched
mesmerized as Dave painted Aaron's back and ass, while his boyfriend
continued to weakly grind his hips against the bed in the last echoes of
orgasm.  "Fuck yeah," Chris heard him mutter, "baste my ass Dave."  All the
times they'd had sex Aaron had been the confident initiator; it wasn't
until now that Chris realized how much he enjoyed being a recipient.  He
filed the thought away for later.

Dave's strokes slowed as he finished getting off.  His hand was covered in
spooge that was running between his fingers and dripping into his balls--it
was an impressive load Chris had to admit.  The burly wrestler sank to his
knees and collapsed on top of Aaron, giving him a brief cum-slicked hug.
"That was awesome dude," he panted, his face still red with exertion.

"You were great big boy."  Aaron looked straight up at Chris.  "That was
really fucking hot."

The four of them stayed in their positions for another minute or two, and
then Chris became aware that Joey was starting to soften inside him.  He
lifted himself off the smaller man with a grunt as his ass was left empty,
and then collapsed on the bed next to him.  Dave and Aaron stood up too,
Dave grinning as he wiped at the cum smearing his chest and groin.  "I
think we need a shower dude."

Aaron laughed.  "You think?  Better hope we don't clog the drain.  Don't go
away boys--" he pointed at Joey and Chris, "--we'll be right back."  The
two of them headed into the bathroom, smiles on their faces.

"Hey!" Joey shouted, "toss me a cum rag will you?  Your boy made a mess
over here."  He winked at Chris as Aaron tossed him a wet washcloth and
closed the door.  "Shit man," he said, wiping his groin where Chris had
leaked, "I haven't gotten off like that in a while.  Your ass is hella
tight."  He grinned, and Chris blushed hard.

"Uh, thanks?"  Chris didn't know quite how to react to this frank talk: he
and Aaron didn't say stuff like this after they'd had sex.  Joey handed him
the washcloth and he covered his confusion by mopping up his own load as
best he could, not entirely sure what to say.

"Sorry man, kinda crude.  The wrestling team isn't a real PC environment,
ya know?"  Joey grinned at him ruefully.  "And me and Dave and Aaron are
kinda used to each other, sexwise."  He stood up and pulled his boxer
briefs back on.  "Wanna drink?  I'm gonna make some screwdrivers."

"Sure, yeah, thanks.  No, I know."  Chris tried desperately to play it cool
as Joey mixed up the cocktails.  "I mean, I know you guys hook up all the
time and stuff, it's cool."

"Well yeah, we did, but you know...."  Joey was focused on adding vodka to
the cups.

"Know what?..."  Chris was confused.

Joey finished his assembly and plunked back on the bed, handing him a full
glass.  "You know: we haven't done anything with Aaron since...mmm...like
September.  This was the first time in weeks."  Chris must've looked
surprised, because Joey's eyebrows shot up.  "Dude, did you think we were
hooking up with him all semester?"  He took a drink.

Chris tasted his own and coughed: it was practically orange-flavored vodka.
"Well, yeah, I just figured--I mean, he told me you guys hooked up all the
time, so..."  Chris just shrugged.  He hadn't wanted to ask, afraid of
seeming too pushy--or of what the answer might be.

Joey shook his head.  "No way dude.  He's like way way way into you.  Will
not shut the fuck up about the dinner you fixed him, or what good back rubs
you give, or what a nice cock you have..."  He laughed as Chris choked on
his drink.  "Just fuckin' with you a little bit there.  But seriously, you
were begging me to fuck your brains out ten minutes ago--and now you're
worried I know about the shower handy you gave him last week?"  He cocked
one eyebrow.  Chris turned even brighter red, remembering it vividly:
they'd almost run out of hot water.  Joey gave him a companionable pat on
the thigh.  "Relax bro: he's all yours.  I'm the one who suggested tonight
after he told me you like a big dick from time to time.  And he made me
promise we'd bail if you weren't into it.  Which clearly was not a
problem."  He grinned and gave Chris's limp dick a quick squeeze.  "This is
just sex man--nothing to do with the thing you've got going.  So drink up."
He raised his cup and they toasted, then sipped quietly in thought while
Joey scrolled through the TV channels.

A few minutes later there was a burst of muffled laughter from the
bathroom, and then the door opened up to let a freshly-scrubbed Dave
emerge.  "Smartass," he said over his shoulder, then padded over to the bed
and pulled on his boxers.  He gave Joey a quick kiss.  "I'm gonna order
some room service.  You guys want anything?"  They both shook their heads,
letting Dave call down for a couple of burgers.

Aaron emerged, dirty blond hair freshly styled (at which Chris rolled his
eyes internally), then pulled on his boxers and plunked down on the
unoccupied bed; Chris thought he looked incredibly sexy, and suspected
Aaron knew it.

"Wanna share a burger?"  Aaron patted a space next to him on the bed and
waggled his eyebrows.  Yeah, he knew what he was doing.  But who was Chris
to resist?  He pulled his own boxers back on and settled in next to the
wrestler, who promptly snuggled up next to him.

"How can you actually eat anything?  We just had that huge dinner!"  Aaron
reached across him to take a swallow from his drink.  "Hey!  That's mine
you mooch!"

"Sex makes me hungry, what can I say?"  He growled.  "Aaron hungry!  And
I'm lettin' you have some burger, so you can share this--" he choked on his
first sip "--shitty cocktail that someone made."

"Pussy," said Joey.  He gave them both a dirty look and then finished his
in one last gulp.  "You make the next one then, Mr. Fancy Drinks."

Dave got off the phone and the four of them continued to shoot the shit and
drink some more while they waited for their food.  Eventually room service
showed up with their burgers ("Not bad," Dave pronounced); it wasn't until
after the waiter had left that Chris realized it was pretty obvious what
they'd been up to.  Oh well, too late now, he thought.  Plus, the whole
time they'd been lying there Aaron had been lightly running his hands over
him--nothing overt, just absentmindedly playing with his sparse chest hairs
a little, or running a fingertip around his belly button, but it had had an
effect.  His mind was less on the waiter and more on his boyfriend.  Who
even managed to look good finishing the last of his burger--Chris bit his
lower lip thoughtfully as he watched.

Aaron swallowed the last bite.  "Watcha thinkin' about?"

"Mmm...nothing."  Chris rubbed the back of his hand against Aaron's chest,
brushing one nipple.

"Nothing huh?"  Aaron grinned and slid his palm across Chris's stomach,
following the treasure trail down to his waistband.  The front of his
boxers were already puffed up, and Chris could feel himself swelling with
anticipation.  Sure enough, a few seconds later his cock hit critical size
and flopped up to point towards his belly.  Out of the corner of his eye he
could see Joey and Dave watching; Dave's thumb was working on the growing
bulge in Joey's crotch, a wet spot blooming from where his head was
outlined.

Aaron's hand slid down an inch to let his fingertips start tracing the
ridge around his glans.  Chris let out a little sigh as he smeared the
first droplets of precum around the sensitive skin.  "That feels like
something.  What's making you so horny, huh?"

"Mmm..."  Chris rocked his hips a little in encouragement.  "Just
remembering the night I moved in."  He exhaled deeply as Aaron's palm slid
along his shaft, fingers tickling his balls.  God, he was so horny again.
To his left Dave had fished Joey's shaft out of his briefs and was jacking
it slowly while the two of them watched him and Aaron.

"Mmmm...."  Aaron's beard was tickling the sensitive skin on the side of
his neck as he nuzzled him.  Chris loved it when he did that, and he turned
his neck to expose himself.  "You looked so hot, lying there with cum all
over your belly...."  His mouth moved lower, to Chris's shoulder, licking
as it went.  "I wanted to suck your cock the moment I saw you.  There was
no way I was gonna pass that up."  He took one nipple in his mouth and
teased it to hardness with his teeth, while his hand wrapped around Chris's
shaft and began stroking.

"Me too," Chris panted, "I couldn't wait to suck your cock.  You tasted so
good.  Unnnnhhh..."  Aaron's hand felt so good rubbing him like that.  He
was leaking just enough to keep the friction from being too bad.  When
Aaron bit his nipple more forcefully he let out a short grunt of pleasure,
and his cock released another healthy portion of liquid.  "I wanna suck you
right now, just like that night."  He reached down and squeezed Aaron
through the thin material of his boxers; the cloth was already wet where
his rod tented it up.

Aaron gave a grunt and flexed his dick instinctively at the pressure.
"Fuck yeah."  His voice was hoarse.  "I wanna suck you off so bad."  His
mouth moved down and he flicked his tongue over Chris's abs, then looked up
at him and gave a grin.  "Of course we weren't just sucking each other off
that night...."

Chris remembered.  Brad had just taken his cherry and he'd been lying there
in a post-orgasmic stupor when Aaron had climbed on top of him, lapping up
his semen wherever he found it.  Chris had been hesitant to return the
favor when Aaron first started sucking him, but the sight and smell of a
hard, jizz-coated cock hovering just above his mouth had been irresistible
and his instincts had taken over.  The flavor and scent had swept his
inhibitions away, and he'd eagerly swallowed as much as he could manage.
He also remembered the sight of Brad's pink shaft sliding into Aaron's hole
right above his face, and the fresh juice Aaron had released with a groan
as Brad entered his ass.  "Mmm...yeah...."  There was a pause as they both
got completely naked again so they could 69.  "Joey, Aaron needs you to
fuck him."  Chris didn't usually use language like that, but the thought of
taking Aaron's load in his mouth while his friend's fat shaft was buried up
his ass left him shaky with lust.  He pulled Aaron on top of him and
hoovered up his cock, greedy for its taste.

"Uhhhuuhhnn..."  Aaron's head flopped down briefly into Chris's crotch as
the warm suction enveloped him.  "Dave," he gasped, "Chris too.
Mmmmhhhnnn...yeah babe, fuck yeah, just like that....  Dave, fuck him until
he comes."  With that Aaron turned his attention to going down on Chris,
eager to return the pleasure he was receiving.

Chris barely noticed as hands moved their bodies around until they were
sideways on the bed, his feet hanging off the edge.  The taste and feel of
Aaron's slick meat sliding into his mouth was what he was hungry for, and
he wrapped his arms around the jock's torso to pull their bodies closer
together.  Aaron's mouth felt so good as it worked its magic on him, and he
strove to match it.  He had just taken Aaron's balls in his mouth, tonguing
and suckling on their smooth flesh, when he noticed Joey's lube-coated
fingers teasing the hole right above him.  He reached up and grabbed
Aaron's ass cheeks to spread them apart, and heard Joey mutter "Fuck yeah,
open him up for me bro."  Two fingers slid into Aaron's hole, and Chris
heard him groan around his cock.  He moved his mouth back down to take
Aaron's head into his mouth again, just in time to catch the fresh precum
that Joey's fingers were milking out.  He gave a happy grunt of contentment
at the taste, ramping up his suction to get everything Aaron had.

He was soon distracted however: he felt Dave lift his ankles up until they
were resting on his broad shoulders, and then cold wetness at his hole.
Before he could react Dave was pressing a thumb against his pucker,
demanding he open up.  The rough pad circled his tender flesh and he
groaned at the stimulation, knees spreading instinctively.  He would've
begged Dave to fuck him then and there, but Aaron's penis filled his mouth
and there was no way he was letting that go.  So instead he just groaned
and bucked his hips, hoping Dave would know what to do.

Certainly Joey did: he saw the fat head pressing into Aaron's hole above
him, and then the cock in his mouth swelled as Joey's shaft began inching
inside.  Aaron's hands clenched his ass in pleasure as he was taken from
behind, and he made muffled whimpers as Joey sank into him.  Chris lapped
up the fresh goo coming from Aaron's prick as fast as he could.

And then Dave was pressing into him and it was his own cock leaking in
pleasure.  Dave wasn't as big as Joey, but he was plenty big enough, and
Chris groaned happily as he was stretched back open.  He moaned and rocked
his hips, simultaneously easing Dave's entry and thrusting deeper into
Aaron's greedy mouth.  The warm shaft pumping inside him, the wet mouth
surrounding him--the pleasure was unbelievable, and he let out a muffled
shout as Aaron's cock slid into the back of his throat.  He was in a cocoon
of pleasure, masculine flesh around and in him everywhere, and he couldn't
get enough.  The only thing that would be better would be the taste of
Aaron's orgasm; he sucked as hard and as well as he could to get Aaron off.

It seemed to be working, because Aaron's muffled cries increased in
intensity while his mouth attacked Chris with renewed enthusiasm.  He was
pushing back into Joey's thrusts with enthusiasm now--or as much as he
could while staying in Chris's mouth.  Chris half-realized he was doing the
same: he couldn't move as much as Aaron, but he clenched his ass around
Dave's cock on every stroke, milking it.  It was working too: Dave was
pounding him with increasing vigor, grunting as he picked up speed.  "Fuck,
your hole feels good Chris," he panted.

"You like that ass, babe?"  Joey was panting too, balls slapping into
Chris's forehead.

"Jesus yeah, he's tight.  Gonna fuckin' nut
soon...nnnnghhh...nhhhh...nhhh...."  Dave picked up speed and Chris moaned
in time with his rhythm.  He was so close now, and he could taste that
Aaron was too.

"Me too."  Joey started ramming into Aaron in earnest, both of them
whimpering as he slammed in balls-deep.  "Take that fuckin' cock
Aaron...mmphhh...take it bro...."  Chris renewed his grip on Aaron's ass,
pulling the cheeks farther apart in invitation, and Joey obliged by ramping
up athletically.  Aaron gave a high-pitched muffled sound and then
stiffened--and suddenly warm salty jets of protein were coating Chris's
tongue.  He gulped them down, barely aware of the excess spilling from the
sides of his mouth, or Joey's high-pitched "Uuhhh!"s as he thrust harder
and faster into Aaron's ass.

Dave's pounding got his attention though.  Chris was already reveling in
the taste of Aaron's load, and the feeling of a fat cock pounding his ass
was just what he craved to make it perfect.  He arched his back and pulled
Aaron's sweaty body tight against his, equally eager to take Dave's load
and feed Aaron his own.  He could feel his balls draw up and he slid his
hands over Aaron's torso harder and faster, signaling that he was going
over the edge.  When Dave's cock started pulsing inside him and the
dark-haired stud let out a loud "Oooohhh fuuuuck!!" that was the final
push.  Chris's hips bucked uncontrollably as he came inside Aaron's mouth,
his asshole spasming with pleasure around Dave's shaft.  Each thrust
stretched it open even while it tried to squeeze shut, intensifying his
orgasm and triggering Dave's own.  He felt the thatch of black pubes
grinding into his taint as Dave let out a howl and blasted deep inside him.
He was lost in sensation: the taste and smell of Aaron's crotch as salty
jism drained down his throat; Aaron's warm mouth caressing his cock head as
he came; Dave's meat stretching him open and filling him up with its liquid
warmth--it was all to much, and all he could do was roll with it and revel
in it.  At some point he was vaguely aware of Joey getting his: half-heard
gasps of pleasure as his hips slapped into Aaron's meaty ass.  But mostly
Chris was too overwhelmed with the pleasure his own body was giving him to
notice.  He pressed his face as far into Aaron's furry crotch as he could
manage, desperate for more, even as Aaron took him completely into his
mouth to capture every drop he could produce.  It was heaven.

When they finally broke apart it was all at once: Joey and Aaron collapsing
on either side of him, while Dave pitched backwards onto the other bed.
"...Holy shit," Aaron panted, "that was...something else."

"You got that right," Dave replied.  "Your boy's got all the ass, and then
some."  He sounded wiped out.

"Damn straight he does," Aaron replied, and gave Chris a weak slap on the
stomach.  "Holy shit babe, that was awesome."  He looked up at Chris and
grinned, a trickle of semen visible at the corner of his mouth.

Joey gave a weak groan.  "Damn A, I forgot how much you like gettin' spit
roasted.  I thought you were gonna squeeze my dick off for a second there."
His fingers ruffled Chris's hair affectionately, just to show he was
included in the post-game recap.  "Chris got you going goooood...."  He
grinned down, and Chris couldn't help giving a small smile back; he felt a
little bubble of pride in his chest at the idea of getting Aaron so worked
up.

"Yeah," Aaron said, tired but content-sounding, "that he did."  He looked
up at Chris and winked.  "That he did."

The four of them lay there for a few minutes more, and then it was Joey who
finally clambered up and flopped into bed next to Dave.  No one had to say
anything: it was clear they were all ready for some shuteye.  Chris rolled
over and felt Aaron spoon up against him.  Enveloped in his muscular warmth
and the masculine smell of sex he drifted off to sleep.

Sometime during the night he woke up to the sensation of Aaron entering him
from behind.  He sighed sleepily at the familiar warmth and pleasure,
stroking his cock slowly in time to the rhythm in his ass.  Neither one of
them were in a hurry, and it was some time before Aaron began moving more
urgently.  When he began whimpering in Chris's ear it was clear he was
close, and Chris sped up his hand to come at the same time; a few minutes
later they did, moaning faintly in unison.  The last few orgasms had
drained Chris's balls pretty thoroughly, but there was enough coating his
fingers to keep Aaron busy cleaning up for a few minutes while he slowly
softened.  Chris smiled as they drifted back to sleep: their activity
must've started something in the other bed, because the last thing he
remembered hearing was Joey quietly grunting "Harder Davey.  Harder
babe...."

The next morning he floated half-awake as he felt Aaron leave the bed;
various sounds of people showering and getting ready followed for some
time.  Finally he felt someone shaking him and he reluctantly rolled over
and opened his eyes to see Aaron above him, fully dressed and wearing that
flannel shirt Chris liked so much.  "Time to get up, birthday boy."  He
smiled.  "Dave's in the shower; Joey and I are going to go hit the
Starbucks.  We'll see you in a few.  ARISE!!" he boomed in his deepest
voice.

Chris couldn't resist a chuckle. "On it."  He sat up.  "See you in a few."

Aaron leaned over to give him a more-than-casual kiss.  "You betcha."  He
broke away.  "C'mon Joey!  Today we hunt the grande mochachino!"  Fist
raised he bounced out of the room, an eye-rolling Joey in tow, leaving
Chris to channel surf while he waited for the bathroom to free up.

Dave emerged a few minutes later, toweling his shaggy hair; he looked tired
but relaxed and Chris couldn't resist taking a minute to admire his rugged
physique.  He felt a little guilty at checking out another guy, but it
wasn't like Aaron hadn't enthusiastically enjoyed Dave's body himself last
night.  "Bathroom's all yours man.  The Dynamic Duo out getting us
coffees?"

"Yeah, they just took off.  I think Aaron already had some."

Dave chuckled.  "Nah.  You know him: he's just plain terrifying in the
morning--worse than Joey."

Chris grinned.  "Yeah, that's my Tigger."

Dave laughed.  "Oh my God, that's awesome!  Fuckin' Tigger man...."  He was
still chuckling as Chris headed into the bathroom to make himself
presentable.

When he emerged the guys still weren't back, so he joined Dave on the bed
to watch some "Archer."  "Okay, now I'm ready for some food."

"Yeah, me too," Dave said.  He looked over at Chris, a faint smile crooking
his face.  "Late night huh, birthday boy?"

Chris felt his face warm, but he had to smile.  "Yeah, that's for sure."

"You were fuckin' hot man--Joey and I would party with you again anytime
you want."

"Uh, cool.  Thanks."  He wasn't entirely sure what to say.  Getting it on
with multiple guys at once was hotter than he'd imagined, and he liked Dave
and Joey, but Aaron was his priority.  "But y'know, Aaron's kinda--well,
we're kinda...."

Dave patted his thigh.  "Nah, I know man.  I'm not talking anything
serious, just having some fun sometimes.  We'd never fuck with your guys'
thing."  He paused, face serious.  "You just about broke his heart when you
had that big fight you know.  I mean, Aaron never, ever gets upset, not
even when his grandma died, but he called me up bawling.  I don't wanna lay
a guilt trip on you or anything; I'm just saying you're kind of a big deal
to him."

Chris nodded and fidgeted with his hands, feeling sad at the memory.
"Yeah, I know.  I was just really mad, y'know.  Not just at him, but..." he
gestured around the room, "...everything.  I kinda took it out on him."

"Yeah, I know."  Dave sighed.  "And I don't really blame you.  I mean, Joey
and Aaron and I stumbled on those pills by accident, and what were we gonna
do but roll with it, right?  You were kinda shanghaied.  I'd be mad too.
Hell, sometimes I was."  He paused.  "But if I hadn't taken that pill Joey
would just be some friend I roomed with instead of, well, the best thing
that ever happened to me."  He cleared his throat self-consciously.  "I
mean, I know he can be a handful sometimes, but I really do love the little
fucker."

"Yeah...Aaron's pretty great too.  It's just...dating a guy is not
something my family is gonna be cool with.  I mean, I'm not gonna dump him
because of it, but I don't really know how I'm gonna deal with it either."
Chris sighed.

"Hey, give 'em a chance man.  My family was cool about it once the dust
settled, and Joey's has been too."  He gave a half smile.  "To be honest, I
think his mom's less upset that he sucks dick than that he's not sucking a
Jewish one...."  Dave paused.  "But seriously, our families have all been
cool, so don't give up on yours."  He gripped Chris's shoulder.  "No
stress, okay?"

"Sure."  Chris was far from convinced, but knowing things had worked out
for Dave and Joey lightened his mood a bit.  He resolved to shake it off
and save the worrying for another time.

Just then the door opened to admit Aaron and Joey, Starbucks bags in hand.
"Thought you guys had gotten lost out there," Dave said.

"Nah," Joey said, "coffee place was just packed.  It's cold as fuck out
there.  Here," he handed Dave a bag, "gotcha a latte and a blueberry
muffin."

"Mmmm...love those muffins.  Thanks babe."

"And for you," Aaron announced, "I have brought the finest bear claw in all
the land.  Plus cocoa."

Chris took the bag, smiling.  Aaron knew he was a sucker for hot chocolate,
and he opened his bag eagerly.  "Thanks Tigg."

By the time they finished their food it was time to check out, so they
grabbed their gear (now lighter by one bottle of vodka) and headed out.
Dave and Joey had driven, so the four of them squeezed into the old Honda
for the ride home.  Coffees or not, they were all fairly tired after the
previous night's activities, and it was a quiet trip.  When Dave dropped
them off at the house they all got out and swapped hugs; as they did Dave
whispered in his ear "Take care of my boy, 'kay?"  Chris nodded.  He would.

The house was empty when they entered, the rest of the guys apparently out
and about, and they trudged up to the stairs in silence.  When they got to
Aaron's room the wrestler walked in and jerked his head for Chris to
follow.  "C'mere."

Chris had halfway planned to do just that anyway: Aaron's room was bigger,
and more often than not that was where they spent their time.  But he
hadn't even dropped the duffel in his own room yet.  He raised his
eyebrows: "Whats up?"

"Jeez you're a pain in the ass. C'mere."  Aaron grabbed his hand and pulled
him in, grinning.  "I got something for you."

Chris followed.  "Aw c'mon Tigg, you don't have to do that.  Last night was
more than enough."  He'd meant the dinner, then blushed as he realized he
meant the rest too.  God, Aaron was bringing out the sex fiend in him.  He
realized that he was feeling a little horny again just thinking about last
night.

"I know, I know."  Aaron had already turned away to root in his bureau;
when he faced Chris again he had a small, dark blue cardboard box in one
hand.  "But you're only 21 once right?  So here."  He held out the box,
blue eyes sparkling with excitement.

Chris took it, stomach fluttering suddenly.  He'd gotten birthday presents
before of course, but this was different.  It...meant something.  He opened
the box to reveal a silver chain, thin but made of knuckled links--it was
stylish and rugged at the same time.  "Oh man...."  He lifted it up; it was
clearly meant for his neck.  "This is so cool.  Wow."

"Here, lemme make sure it fits.  I had to guess a little."  Aaron was
practically vibrating as Chris handed him the chain to put it on; it fit
perfectly as Aaron clasped it at the back of his neck.  "Cool.  I think
it's good."

Chris turned around and hugged him as hard as he could.  "It's perfect
Tigg, thank you."  He breathed in deep, purely happy for the first time
since...a very long time.  "You're the best," he whispered.

Aaron pulled away slightly to look him in the face while holding their
torsos tight together.  "So are you."  His face was alight.  "Glad you like
it."

"Absolutely."  Chris couldn't resist a smile of his own while he rubbed
noses.  He knew it was corny, but at that precise moment he didn't care.
He could've spent an hour pressed against Aaron like this; sweet and sexy
in equal measure, he was a better package than Chris felt he deserved.
Like a winning lottery ticket found on the sidewalk.

"So...good birthday?..."  Aaron smiled the question.

"Oh yeah."  Chris pulled him tighter.  So happy.

"You get everything you wanted?"  Aaron wiggled his hips a little, and his
smile took on a roguish tilt.

"Mmm...mostly...." Chris was feeling a little naughty himself.

"Mostly?!!"  Aaron's blond eyebrows shot up in mock outrage.  "You are one
greedy fucker.  What exactly did I forget, Mr. Wants-It-All?"

"Well...I was thinking...it'd be nice to, uh,..."  Chris felt his face
heating, and mentally kicked himself for choking every time it came to
sex--thanks, Mom and Dad.  But he was also at a loss for words: "fuck your
brains out" wasn't romantic enough, but "make love to you" sounded like
something out of a cheesy romance novel his mom would read.  "You know,..."
he slid his hands down and grabbed Aaron's ass; God it was tight.  He could
already feel a twinge in his groin.  "Do...what you do?..." he floundered.
He slid his hands into the cleft of Aaron's jeans, desperately hoping his
boyfriend would take the hint.

Aaron's look of confusion lasted a few seconds longer, then suddenly
cleared.  "Ohhhh!  You want to try the top bunk?"

Chris exhaled a breath he didn't even know he was holding and pressed his
forehead to Aaron's.  "Yeah.  I mean, if you want...."

Aaron's hand wrapped around the base of his skull and tilted his head in
for a deep kiss.  When it ended they were both breathing deeply, and Chris
could feel the lumps in their jeans rubbing together.  "Oh yeah," Aaron
breathed, "absolutely."  He pulled their lips together to renew the kiss,
opening his mouth to invite Chris's tongue in.  His voice when they broke
free was hoarse: "Anything you want.  Do it."

Chris moved his mouth to one side, lips passing across Aaron's cropped
beard to nuzzle his neck.  All the things Aaron did to him that made him
feel so good and he was just now realizing that Aaron probably wanted the
same thing.  He mentally kicked himself for his selfishness, but then shook
it off: right now he had some lost time to make up for.  Nibbling on an
earlobe he whispered "I want to do all the things you like."  He sucked on
the flesh behind the ear and Aaron let out a throaty sigh; his cock was a
rock pressing against Chris's groin.

Chris grunted back and let his tongue glide down the muscles in Aaron's
neck while his fingers worked the buttons in his shirt.  Aaron's hands were
fumbling to pull his sweatshirt over his head, while one foot kicked the
door shut behind him; Chris spared a moment to admire his coordination
before returning to licking: down through the sparse hairs on his sternum
and then over to his right nipple.  When he captured it between his front
teeth and bit lightly Aaron gave a satisfied grunt and pulled his head in
closer.  He didn't say a word, but the way he arched his back told Chris
everything he needed to know.

Chris took the opportunity to move his hands lower and fumble with the belt
buckle, while Aaron wriggled out of his shirt.  He got free at the same
time that Chris unbuttoned his fly, then grasped denim and underwear both
to pull them down.  Aaron's pink cock flew free and Chris rapidly tongued
down Aaron's torso, over the ridges of his abs, along his treasure trail,
and then to one side to begin lapping at the crease where his pubic hair
faded away.  He'd always loved the scent and taste of being deep in Aaron's
groin, but now he was hungry for it.  He pushed the blond's body until he
tipped backwards onto the bed, both of them breathing deeply now.  They
each took a minute to get out of their shoes and pants, Aaron smiling with
pleasure at the sight of Chris freeing his stiffy, and then Chris was back
on his knees between Aaron's legs.  The flat of his tongue lapped at the
edge of Aaron's groin, the smell of cock and precum strong in his nostrils.
Aaron groaned as the tip of Chris's tongue tickled his smooth balls.  "Oh
yeah babe, lick my balls.  So fuckin' hot," Aaron whispered loudly.  He
lifted his legs up to rest his feet on Chris's shoulders, then gave a
drawn-out moan as Chris's mouth enveloped his sack while his hands rubbed
up his sides.  "Ohhhh....fuck yeah....."

Chris knew how much Aaron loved this; every time he'd done it he could feel
the jock's balls churn.  But he remembered the night before, and knew what
he wanted to do.  Releasing the meaty globes he let the tip of his tongue
trace lower, following the faint ridge at the underside of the scrotum.  At
first Aaron just breathed heavily, but when Chris started dipping lower
into his taint and it became clear where he was headed he threw his head
back in anticipation and arousal.  "Oh Jesus...yes...do it babe...."

Chris had always hesitated before this point--the idea of putting his
tongue into someone's ass just made him instinctively flinch.  But he'd had
many opportunities to experience how good it could feel, and last night had
brought home how much Aaron enjoyed it too.  And now that he was going
lower, tongue gliding over flesh that was smooth, then wrinkled, he
realized there was nothing to worry about.  Aaron's ass tasted...different,
but that was all.  And it gave him a thrill to see the effect he was
having: just the first tentative flicks of his tongue's tip across Aaron's
hole had made the jock suck in his breath, and as soon as he started
lapping in earnest at the wrinkled skin Aaron started groaning like never
before.  The sounds made him hard as a rock and wanting more; he pressed
his hands against the back of Aaron's lightly-furred thighs and pushed up,
eager now to see how far he could push this.

Aaron let out a strained "yes" and pulled his knees up and out, spreading
his hole wider.  Chris dove in, lapping vigorously now, and was rewarded
with a drawn out "AAAAaaaahhhh" as the flat of his tongue began lapping up
and down across sensitive pink flesh.  Aaron began panting in time to the
sensation of rough muscle scraping across his hole, and Chris could see his
balls pulling up, smell the precum dripping inches from his mouth.  His own
cock twitched in response, and he didn't have to touch himself to know he
was leaking: he could feel a cool stripe on the underside of his shaft
where liquid trickled down it.

But that wasn't important now.  He'd spent hours of ecstasy while Aaron did
this to him, and he wanted to pay that back.  He began to tentatively dip
his tongue in deeper, probing Aaron's musky recesses more thoroughly, and
the effect was immediate.  Aaron's head began rocking from side to side,
and he began groaning without interruption.  "Ohhhh...Gaaaaawd...yes!  Oh
God Chris!  FFFFUUUCCCKK, yes, right there!  Oooooooohhhhh fuuuuuck!"  Each
new exclamation was accompanied by a spasm in the muscles around Chris's
tongue, and he began aggressively pushing deeper into them, eager to see
what he could do.  He was deep in, Aaron's hands pulling him tight, when he
thought to try moving his tongue up and down instead of just in and out.
Curling the tip up deep inside proved to be just the thing: Aaron gave a
yelp and began bucking against him.  "Aaaahaauuhhhnnngghhh...Oh God, eat my
hole!  Deeper!  Deeper!!  Yes, just like that!!  AAAHHH!!"  Aaron's head
snapped from side to side as Chris pressed in, his sphincter quivering
around the invading tongue.  Chris could feel it opening up to him and he
buried his tongue as far as it would go until his nose was mashed into
Aaron's taint, bumping up against his tightening balls.  He tightened his
grip on Aaron's lightly-furred ass cheeks and pried them apart to open the
jock's hole that last little bit, freeing his tongue to rub and caress more
deeply.  The noises Aaron made were no longer coherent: just wordless moans
and occasional yelps as Chris made some move that was extra pleasurable.
His hips were thrusting almost continuously, squirming to match the warm
mouth working him over, and Chris had to tighten his grip to maintain
contact.  He could pick up the unmistakable scent of fresh precum mixing
with the meatier aroma of fresh ball sweat and the tang of ass and he
growled in arousal, shaking his head back and forth in an effort to bury
himself even deeper.  Aaron shrieked when Chris's stubble began raking his
hole, and buried his hands in his thick black hair, pulling him in tight.
Chris's mind was a jumble of sensations as he explored Aaron's body in this
new way, reveling in his ability to give this pleasure.

Finally though he had to catch his breath and pulled away, panting deeply
as he wiped his mouth.  Aaron lifted his head long enough for Chris to read
his face, and there was no question what to do next.  He clambered to his
feet, Aaron's calves still resting on his shoulders, ready to sink into the
pink warmth in front of him.  "Lube," Aaron panted, and Chris gave a start.
Idiot, he thought.

"Sorry," he mumbled, and let Aaron's legs drop down while he rooted through
the bedside table.  There was the bottle--nearly empty, part of his brain
noted.  Time to get more.

"No worries, I almost forgot too."  Aaron grinned as he moved around until
his head was resting on the pillows in a more normal position.  "You are a
very distracting young man."

Chris grinned back as he hopped onto the bed to place Aaron's ankles back
on his shoulders.  "You too," he said, smiling as he drizzled clear gel on
his shaft.  Now that he'd made up his mind he wanted to do this he could
hardly wait to sink into Aaron's meaty ass.  He took the time to put a
dollop of goo on his fingers though--Aaron was always so careful to make
sure he was ready, and he'd never want to do less.  They were barely
sinking in before Aaron flexed his hips while his cock spasmed.

His eyes closed in pleasure, the blond jock licked his lips while his hands
slid over his torso.  "Mmmmnnnggh...that's enough with the fingers.  I need
to get fucked babe."  He arched his back as Chris removed them.  "Slide
that cock in there."

Chris scooted forwards until his swollen head was pressed firmly against
the smooth flesh of Aaron's sphincter, already half buried.  "You sure?" he
panted.  The warm slick rubbing against his glans was already driving him
nuts, and he was having trouble holding back.

"Oh Gooood, yes," Aaron panted, "I promise you'll go in fine.  Just do it
already."  He opened his eyes to lock his gaze with Chris, demanding
satisfaction.

"Okay," Chris said somewhat hesitantly.  And then he remembered: Joey.
Right, Aaron would do just fine with a more normal-sized dick.  With that
he slid in, matching Aaron's long pleasure-filled moan as the warm sleeve
of the wrestler's guts enveloped his entire shaft.  The supple warmth was
utterly different than a hand or mouth, and he had to fight the urge to ram
in to the hilt.  He hadn't understood until now how much self-control it
took Aaron to be gentle when they started, and he felt a surge of
gratitude.

Soon enough his hips were pressed tight against Aaron's; he was as far in
as he could go.  He leaned forward and down to put his mouth against his
boyfriend's.  There was a pained grunt as his groin accidentally bore down
on the wrestler's vulnerable balls.  "Sorry," he muttered, pulling back
briefly as Aaron rearranged himself.

The blond beard split in a smile.  "Worth it," he whispered, and pulled
Dave down to kiss him.  Their mouths met and Chris could taste coffee as
his tongue slid in.  The soft warmth surrounding his tongue and cock
contrasted with the the hard angles of Aaron's body underneath him: the
muscular thighs where his chest rested, the ridges of his rib cage against
his forearms, the taught strength of his ass quivering against his hips.
It was the most natural thing in the world to start rocking his hips,
rubbing against the body beneath him in every way possible, a mirror image
of his usual role.  Aaron's hands tangled in his hair, locking their mouths
together, and he whimpered with need as Chris began to move inside him.
Chris answered with his own sounds as Aaron clamped down on his cock, the
pressure on his shaft increasing his sensitivity to the slick warmth
caressing its length.  Instinct took over, his desire for more pleasure
paramount, and his strokes lengthened and became harder; he could hear
slapping noises as his hips slammed against Aaron's hole.  He was moving
too much to maintain the kiss, but Aaron continued to grip his head,
locking gazes with him.  Chris shifted the angle of his hips slightly,
trying to increase the pressure on the top of his sensitive cock head, and
bit his lower lip at the increased pleasure.  He could tell Aaron enjoyed
it too: his eyelids fluttered and his whimpering grew louder.  When Chris
picked up his pace the wrestler's eyes closed completely and he flung his
head back in pleasure.  "Oh God, oh God, Chrisssss...fuck me harder!  Just
like that!  AH!  AH! AH!"  His hands slid off Chris's head to wrap around
his neck, pulling them closer.

Chris squeezed his eyes shut in concentration and let his head hang down.
The room was cool, but nestled against Aaron he could smell their mingled
masculine warmth as they both began sweating lightly.  He breathed in
deeply; he could smell the pool of precum smeared across Aaron's belly and
he could feel an answering twinge of arousal deep in his groin.  His cock
felt so good he could hardly stand it--all he could think about now was how
close he was, and how much he wanted to come inside of Aaron.  "Tigg," he
grunted, "I'm gonna shoot."  His body shook as his orgasm approached; even
after last night's activities he could tell it was going to be intense.

"Do it!  Fuck, I'm close too!  Fuck me!"

"Aaaahhuuunnh!...Tigg!  Oh God Aaron!  AAAHH!"  And with that Chris blew
his load.  He could tell it wasn't a big one, but it was an incredible
experience anyway.  He loved the feel of Aaron's body against his anytime,
but the novelty of being inside it while he came made this orgasm special,
and he reveled in it as his balls tightened and emptied.  Aaron's ass was
rubbing his cock everywhere: the shaft, the head, and especially the
hyper-sensitive ridge; he could hardly stand it, but he never wanted it to
stop either.  A wordless cry of ecstasy escaped him as he convulsed
repeatedly, until the orgasm began to fade and he simply shuddered, panting
heavily.

As he returned to his senses he became aware of Aaron again.  The wrestler
was still moving underneath him, whimpering as he ground up into Chris's
body.  Chris could see how close he was, and picked up speed again.  "Come
on Tigg, shoot for me," he breathed.

Aaron nodded and slid one hand between their bodies to jerk himself off.
"Don't stop!  Don't stop!  Don't---AAHHFUUUCK!"  Chris felt the jock's ass
clamp down, and then warmth splashed against his belly; the smell of fresh
cum suddenly strong.  Aaron's head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut as
he came, and Chris leaned in instinctively to lick the sweat off the side
of his neck.  Aaron gasped at the sensation, and his body bucked as he
unleashed one last shot before settling down, breathing heavily.

When Chris sensed they were both done he moved his arms to let Aaron's legs
drop off his shoulders, then settled his weight on top of him.  He loved
these moments after as much during, in their own way: their bodies touching
from head to toe, the lazy kissing as Aaron's hands caressed his face, and
now the lingering pleasure of resting inside his boyfriend's body.  He
couldn't keep a wide smile of happiness off his face.

Aaron broke off the kiss and smiled back up at him.  "Sooo?..."

Chris knew he was probably grinning like an idiot, but he didn't care.
"That was awesome, Tigg.  Thank you."  He kissed the tip of Aaron's nose.

Aaron touched his cheek.  "You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do
that.  I've been thinking about it forever."

"Really?  I mean, you always seemed to like, uh, the top bunk.  I mean,
until last night when I saw you really liked the other stuff too."

"Oh yeah, I'm up for anything.  If it's with a sexy enough guy."  He lifted
his head to give Chris a peck on the lips, and the dark-haired jock flushed
with pleasure.  How had he gotten this lucky?  He'd been an idiot to be
angry about the way he'd ended up here.  Speaking of which...nice as it
was, Aaron was probably getting tired of him draped over his body.  He
pulled his softening cock out of its warm hole and prepared to roll over,
but the wrestler tightened his grip to hold him in place.

"Where you going, hmm?"

"Uh, I just thought you might be getting a little squished is all.  Sorry."

Aaron laughed.  "Usually when I've got a guy lying on top of me he's trying
to pin me and generally being a pain in the ass.  This is nothing.  Plus,"
his hands slid over the muscles in Chris's torso until they rested in the
small of his back, "I like getting squished by you.  You're sexy as fuck,
you know that right?"

Chris felt his flush deepening.  "Thanks Tigg.  You too."  They kissed
softly for a few more minutes, quietly enjoying each other's company for a
time before Aaron announced that okay, maybe Chris was getting a bit heavy.
They dozed off for a bit after that, bodies tangled together.

When they finally headed to the kitchen some time later to grab dinner they
were greeted with a round of applause by Dave, Gabe, and Derrick.  Chris
ducked his head in embarrassment even as he smiled, but then Aaron took his
hand and it didn't matter anymore.  He'd gotten the birthday present he
wanted.