Date: Wed, 5 Oct 2005 20:34:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: College St, Chapter 17

428 College St
By Bacteriaburger

Chapter 17

      "I mean, it's only fair," McConnell said.  "Randy, why don't you go
over there and show your buddy some attention."  Randy smirked and got down
in front of Darrin.  Slowly, he slid Darrin's big dick in his mouth.
Darrin groaned.  He looked over to McConnell and they smiled at each other
as Randy's head bobbed up and down.
      "That's the stuff, eh?" McConnell said.  Then he turned to me.
"Nathaniel..." he put out his finger and beckoned me to him.  I kneeled in
between McConnell's legs.  His dick stood before me like a monolith.  "Go
head and touch it, it ain't gonna bite you."  I reached for it with my
fingers and tentatively touched my tongue to the tip.  "That's the way,
buddy."
      I could hear Randy beside me, taking Darrin's dick down his throat
like a champ.  I put my lips around McConnell's dick.  Just the head of
that monster filled my mouth to capacity.  I swirled my tongue around his
piss hole, gradually taking more and more, my lips stretching as his shaft
sank inside.  McConnell was patient, he just sat back and let me work.  By
relaxing my throat I got about a little more than half of it in me.  It was
hot being stuffed with so much dick, but I didn't think I could take any
more without choking.  I came off it and caught my breath.
      "Aw, Nate, is that the best you can do?  C'mon, give it another try."
I grabbed hold of his hot balls and took as much into my throat as I could,
making several passes up and down that tower of flesh and sliding my tongue
along the surface as I sucked.  Pretty soon I could take him almost the
whole way.
      I looked up at McConnell and he smiled down at me.  I gave a few more
slow bobs on his dick.  McConnell took off his shirt and closed his eyes.
He ran his veiny hand across his chest, tweaking his nipples.  I felt
Randy's eyes on me and realized he was watching me intently.
      "Get down there too, Randy; don't be shy," McConnell said.  Randy
scooted next to me.  I slid my lips off McConnell's dick and handed it over
to him.  He brought it to his greedy mouth, running his lips and tongue all
over it.  I got down and went to work on his low-hangers.  Randy, being the
expert cocksucker that he was, had McConnell's dick all the way down his
throat in no time.  We switched off for a good ten minutes, from
dick-sucking to ball licking, while Darrin stroked his meat and watched the
show.
      McConnell put a hand on each of our heads, urging us on as we
worshipped his cock.  We had our lips wrapped around either side of
McConnell's prick, sucking up and down the length.  McConnell looked up at
Darrin.
      "What should we have these boys do for us next, bud?" he asked him.
Darrin shrugged.  "Tell you the truth, I could shoot just like this, both
you boys workin on my cock."
      "You should have Randy show you his ass," Darrin piped up.
      "Oh yeah?" McConnell said, with a note of surprise.  "Now that sounds
interesting."  Randy took his lips off of McConnell's genitals and sat
back.  I did the same.
      Randy stood up.  I thought he looked a little apprehensive.  Maybe he
was just nervous.
      He turned around and dropped trou.  McConnell let out a long, low
whistle.
      "That is a nice ass, buddy," he said.  Randy spread his legs a
little.  He reached back and spread his cheeks, showing off his asshole.
      "You should feel that around your dick," Darrin said.
      "I wouldn't mind!" McConnell said, chuckling.  Randy turned back
around.  His own dick was hard as a rock and leaking juice.  "You boys up
for something like that?" McConnell asked.
      Randy stared at McConnell's huge, throbbing cock.  "I'll sit on it,"
he said finally.  "But only if Nate does, too."
      Typical Randy, I thought.  Always upping the ante.  I looked at the
snake protruding from McConnell's lap and tried to imagine it stretching my
ass and filling me up inside.  My asshole twitched and my cock oozed a
teaspoon of juice.  I wanted it, or at least wanted to try.
      "Shit," I said, watching McConnell give a languorous, seemingly
endless upward stroke on his dick.  "I'll give a try, but I'm not promising
anything."
      Then from out of nowhere, Darrin spoke up.  "I'm with Nate," he said.
"I'll give it a try, but I don't know if I can take all of that."
      "Hell, I ain't gonna complain," McConnell said, clearly pleased that
the three of us were all eager to attempt taking his dick up our asses.
"Who's first?"  Randy responded by taking off his clothes, and I followed
suit.  He walked over to the CD tower and grabbed the lube; then swaggered
over to McConnell, squirting a glob of lube on his fingers and working it
into his asshole.  He squeezed another dollop on his hand, and worked it
into McConnell's dick.  I didn't know if we'd have enough lube to cover
every surface inch of that fucking monster, but Randy got it as slick as he
could.
      McConnell just sat back and relaxed.  Randy swung his leg over until
he was straddling McConnell, and he brought McConnell's dick to his
asshole.  Slowly, and with a look of intense concentration on his face, he
sat down on McConnell's dick.
      I was thinking to myself, `is he going to be able to do it?', when
the head of McConnell's cock popped inside.  Randy's eyes opened wide in
pain and surprise.  His breathing got really shallow, and then slowed down
as he got used to it.  Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he inched more and
more of McConnell's fuckpole into his butt.  To me and Darrin's amazement,
he took it almost halfway.
      "Holy fuck," I said.  Randy rested there, catching his breath.  "How
does it feel?"
      "Not too fuckin bad," Randy said in a shakey voice.  He rose up until
the tip of McConnell's dick was just inside his hole, then brought himself
back down on it again.  He wasn't able to take it balls-deep, but he sure
seemed to be getting off on what he was able to get up his ass, impaled on
the top like a flesh lollipop.  Randy's dick, though not completely hard,
was leaking a steady stream of pre-jizz which ran down his shaft and balls.
      Randy started to ride him, stroking his own dick and passing a little
bit more of McConnell's meat into his butt.  He let himself get into it.
      "That's the way, buddy," McConnell said.  He held Randy's waist
steady.  Randy, though, couldn't take it any farther.
      It was time for the next of us to give it a try.  Randy slid off with
a groan and I stepped up to take his place.  I grabbed the lube and greased
myself up.
      I straddled McConnell and let his dick connect with my butthole.  It
felt like a doorknob trying to bluntly force its way inside of me.  For a
minute, I thought of backing off.  But then I saw Randy and Darrin there,
watching me to see if I would go through with it.  I couldn't back out now.
Especially since Randy had taken most of it.  I had to get at least as much
as Randy had.
      I took a deep breath, relaxed as much as I could, and bore my ass
down on McConnell's cock.  Apprehension aside, the feel of his big knob
against my anus was seriously turning me on.  I pressed harder, feeling it
stretch, remembering to breathe, and then it went inside.  Holy fuck.  The
pain was intense, but I knew it wouldn't last.  I couldn't make the
pleasure happen, I had to relax and let the pleasure happen to me.  So I
took my mind out of the picture, I forgot about my dick which was
practically soft and hanging over my balls, and I concentrated on filling
my butt with my hot drug dealer's dick.
      More and more of him slid into me, but I didn't stop to think about
it, or even imagine how much was inside.  Finally I felt something touch
the back of my ass, and was wholly shocked to realize that I was sitting in
his lap.  I had actually run out of dick - I had taken the whole fucking
thing.  I became aware of Randy, who was hollering out his admiration, but
I could hardly pay him any mind.  My whole existence was that dick.  I
started to ride him, feeling my own dick start to rise again in the
process.  McConnell grabbed my hips and helped me along as I rode his pole,
stroking my own hard dick and shuddering with the pleasure of getting so
totally plowed.
      I could literally feel McConnell's ball sack against my ass when I
took it all the way, sitting on his toned legs just amazed at the entire
pulsing mass of him all up in me.
      But I had done what I had to do.  I slid off of him and stepped
aside.  It was Darrin's turn now.
      At first he just stood there, contemplating it.
      "C'mon dude.  We all did it," I said.
      "Yeah Darrin, let's see what that tight little skater-boy ass can
really do," Randy chided.  "He's never gonna be able to take it," he said
to me.  Frankly, I was inclined to go with Randy.  Darrin had taken it up
the ass from the both of us numerous times, but this was a different thing
entirely.  Still, my dick drooled in anticipation of seeing him try.
      Darrin finally broke down and strode over to grab the lube.  A big
grin spread across McConnell's face.
      "That's the spirit, buddy," he said, as Darrin greased up his hole.
McConnell put his legs close together, making a lap for Darrin to sit on.
Darrin straddled his legs and backed his ass up to meet McConnell's dick.
The tension in the room was thick as McConnell's cock head touched Darrin's
sensitive butthole.  Darrin never flinched.  He was insistent, putting his
weight on the dick set to impale his ass, biting his lip, a steely look in
his eyes.  Right then, I knew he was going to take it all the way.  There
was just no stopping Darrin when he put his mind to something.
      After what seemed an eternity, it slipped inside.  Darrin's jaw
dropped.  He put his hands on McConnell's thighs to brace himself.  When he
caught his breath, his teeth clamped back down on his lip and he put his
weight back on it.  I watched in amazement as more and more of that cock
disappeared into Darrin's ass.  He never hesitated after that first moment,
and within seconds he had McConnell's dick all the way inside of him.
      Darrin didn't pause for a moment to contemplate his accomplishment.
In one fluid motion, he raised his ass up, then lowered himself back down,
fucking himself on McConnell's cock like it was the most natural thing in
the world.
      Randy and I both took up our cocks at that point.  Darrin got a
rhythm going.  His eyes were closed, and little moans started escaping his
lips.  His half-hard piece was hanging from his body like a big metal
faucet, dripping juice and pulsing every time McConnell's cock would bottom
out in his butt.
      I walked over to them.  Darrin seemed unaware of my close proximity.
I took his half-hard cock in my hand and let his dick ride into my slick
palm, the juicy head of it nubbing across my calloused skin.  He never
opened his eyes.  He may have forgotten we existed.
      He started to speed up his thrusts, working McConnell's dick in and
out of his ass like he was churning butter.  I felt his dick go harder in
my palm as Darrin picked up speed.  He was really fucking himself on that
dick.
      "Uhhh...uhhhh...oh fuck...oohhhhhhh," Darrin moaned.  He cock pulsed
in my hand, and a rope of jizz spurted out and landed on my stomach, hot
and thick.  Darrin screamed as come sprayed out of his dick, showering me
and McConnell's legs.  He never lost his rhythm, and each thrust of
McConnell's tool into his ass seemed to send another spurt of come out of
his cock.
      Randy stepped beside me.  I could tell from his breathing that he was
nearly ready to shoot.  I took hold of my own forgotten cock and realized I
was close, too.  Randy held onto my shoulder as we stroked our dicks, both
working ourselves up to orgasm.
      "Bring those here, boys," McConnell said, and Darrin got up off his
lap.  McConnell got his face down in front of our dicks just as Randy was
starting to lose his shit.
      "Oh fuck man, here it comes," he said, pointing his dick at
McConnell's open mouth.  My own nuts contracted, my load ready to pop.  I
put my dick next to Randy's and let loose.
      Come shot out of our dicks and covered McConnell's lips and tongue.
He licked it up and swallowed it down.  More flew onto McConnell's upper
lip and chin.  He swirled it around with his fingers, rubbing it into his
face.  Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked it off.
      McConnell stood up.  He looked kind of delirious.  I supposed it had
been a while, if ever, that he'd messed around with a bunch of sluts like
us.
      "Get down in front of me," he said, and we all complied.  We'd used
him enough for one evening, now it was time for McConnell to get his.
      He waved it in front of our faces, thrusting his hips slowly and
sexily as he worked his dick in his fist.  "I got a load like you won't
fucking believe," he said.  Darrin, Randy and I put our faces together and
got ready to take it.  I wanted to feel him unload all over my face, his
cum like ooze from a hot glue gun, just covering me.  But McConnell didn't
hurry.  He took his time.  He made us want it.
      He planted his thick legs apart on the floor, and with one final
thrust into his hand, a thick white jet of his sweet cum streamed out from
the head of his magnificent prick, flying through the air and landing with
a splash on Randy's lips and tongue.  More and more came, and McConnell
aimed it our foreheads, our tongues, our chests.  Cum streamed out of his
dick like it was never going to stop.  By the time he was done, I was
covered in his load.  I looked over, and Darrin was covered too -- he had it
dripping off his goatee, he had it in his eyes.  Randy was rubbing it into
his chest, the look in his eyes was one of intense satisfaction.

      I was still buzzing from it all when I stepped out for a cigarette.
I felt different somehow.  I felt like I'd come full circle.  I couldn't
explain how, but the feeling was there.  Something had changed.
      Maybe it started with that night in the dorms.  No, maybe it was the
day I'd made friends with Darrin, or the day we met Randy.  But that first
night, jerking off together in the dorms, that had clinched it.  That sense
of possibility, of something feeling new and scary, definitely scary, but
infinitely attractive and therefore so hard to deny.
      Then with McConnell, telling me that he'd messed around with guys,
and making it all seem so common, which it was.  Normal, even.
      I thought about girls.  I tried to imagine myself with one, imagine a
life with one, and all that turned up was a beige, blank page.  It was
possible, sure; anything was possible, but that didn't mean to it had to
make sense.  It didn't make sense.  Everything about it was wrong.
      I could hear Randy, Darrin and McConnell in the living room, talking
over music and a TV show.  I inhaled the smoke into my lungs, feeling it
expand inside of me, and expelled it out into the night air.
      *I'm gay*, I thought, and the thought was like a stone dropped into a
lake.  It surfaced again.  *I'm gay, and I'm in love with my friends.* I
paused for a minute to ponder these words, to feel them where my chest met
my throat.
      I'm gay and I'm in love with my friends.
      *Probably*, I thought, snuffing out my cigarette on the side of the
house before going back inside.


To Be Concluded

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