Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 23:38:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Kent's Friend <just4funboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kent 15

Kent 15 - Morning

Years of playing team sports taught Brian to be efficient in the shower.  I
heard the water go off just as I was preparing to join Aaron in front of
the computer.  Instead of heading into the front room, I pulled a U-turn in
the hall.  I had only a few steps between me and a naked Brian.

The bathroom fan was masking most of the noise behind the bathroom door,
but the sound of Brian singing quietly to himself was discernable to the
careful listener.  I stood just short of the door for a moment.  He wasn't
anywhere near horrible.  In fact, he was a decent singer.

I jumped a bit as he grasped the doorknob and twisted it.  The cheap hollow
door, warped from the steam, stuck briefly and pulled clear of the fame
with a shudder.  On the other side stood Brian.  His short hair hadn't met
the comb yet today, and was better for it.  He had a ratty towel draped
over his shoulders and nothing else on him but a pleased expression.

"All yours," Brain said.

"Hmmm.  And I'll take it too.  Every bit of it."  I never let such an
opening slip away.

Brian yanked the towel off his shoulders and made like he would snap it at
me.  I took the moment to slip past him, grazing my hand over his firm
thighs as I passed.  The bathroom door closed behind me, no more agreeably
than before.  I was alone for the moment.  As I wiped the mirror to get a
look at my sleep-deprived self, I saw a small treasure.  Slumped in the
corner where the tub meets the wall, momentarily forgotten, were Brian's
fresh jockeys.

I took a seat on the throne and picked them up.  Marked on the band were
the initials "BF."  That's my Brian, all right!  I considered my options.
My dick was rapidly deciding for itself.  I slipped a hand downwards to
seek its advice on the matter.  Whatever opinion was forming down there was
very firmly held.

I stood up and draped the briefs over my stiffening cock.  I let them just
hang there, waistband behind the head of my meat, leg holes open to the
air.  My hard dick could hold up a pair of jeans.  The light briefs didn't
challenge its strength in the least, but the idea of them wrapped next to
my most sensitive skin sent more blood rushing in.  I leaned back and
listened to the drone of the fan.  The steamy air hung in the room,
uninterested in the portal in the ceiling.  Everything seemed closer and
hotter.

I reached down to my manhood, happily shrouded in Brian's shorts.
Instinctively I started stroking it.  How much sex could I take in a day?
With this guy, no limit.  None at all.  I peeled the briefs back and took a
look at myself.  The first dollop of precum was already up, so I dabbed at
it with the fresh cotton fabric.  It soaked in readily as I worked the
fabric over my head.

"Shorts, dude!"  There was an insistent knock at the door.  "Hand them
over."

I opened the door to see Brian, without the towel this time.

"Take your shower and come look at the web page.  You won't believe this,
really!"  Brad snatched the briefs out of my hand, traced around the band,
and stepped into them.  He made no attempt to adjust himself.  The band
snapped against his shaft, which was eagerly pointing up towards his smile.
He took no notice of the damp spot over his ass.

I pulled the door open only a bit more before he caught it and opposed my
motion.

"After your shower.  It will still be there for you and all the world to
enjoy."  Brian had a point.  The door closed in its cranky fashion.

I stepped into the shower and blasted as much hot water as I could stand.
My skin reddened as the water stripped away the remnants of the night.  I
was still hard, and he had seen me in this jubilant state more than not
over the past hours.  As the water pounded my scalp, the drone of the fan
became lost.  I soaped up.  The pleasure of navigating around my body with
the soap bar was as entertaining as ever.  My desires were boiling over
again, not abated by Brian's interruption.  A hand found the direct path to
my crotch.

I ran the bar through the thick blond bush, working up even more lather.
The knowledge that I was sharing this bar with at least Marcus and Brian
helped my erection in no small measure.  I could resist no longer.  I
dropped the bar, letting it bounce off the floor of the tub and began to
pound my meat in earnest.

I squeezed my rod until just short of discomfort.  When I want to come fast
and hard, that's the trick.  My head was fully in the shower stream,
exhilarating in the embrace of the water.

"Hey!  Don't use up all the hot!"

The shower curtain flew back.  I was facing Aaron, my back arched and hips
forward, going for broke.

"And don't waste any of that either!  I think you are going to want it
later."  Aaron mockingly scolded me the way an old friend would.

All I could do was grin and try to hide in the shower stream.

"Time's up!  Move it!"  Aaron didn't as much get into the shower with me as
displace me from it.  He must have brothers, ones that beat off in the
shower and use up all the hot water.  He kicked the soap in a way that
banked it off the base of the tub, and then snatched the bar from its
ascent.  Even naked, perhaps especially naked, his every move was graceful.
As for the soap, its enviable list of dates grew longer.

I dabbed at myself with a towel, knowing it was next to pointless in the
humid bathroom.  Following Brian's example, I took it with me to the drier
climate in the rest of the apartment.  Brian was now seated on his towel,
still quite happily naked and staring intently at the computer screen.

"Will it rain today?"  I asked as if I expected him to know.

"Guys going down on me."  Brian replied.

I wandered over to see what he was talking about.  Either we were in for a
very peculiar weather phenomenon or he was not looking at the online campus
paper.

"People pay ten bucks to look at this!  Can you believe it?"  Brian never
took his eyes off the screen.

The image of Kent's lips sealed around Marcus' shaft, with his cheeks
pulled in and nose deep in Marcus' coarse pubic hair, filled the screen.
There wasn't quite enough of Kent's face for anyone who had not studied it
to recognize him, I imagine, but I knew instantly.

"Can I just leave two fives on the table?"  I asked.  Kent had not been
telling the entire story.

He flipped to another picture.  Tony.  Or Brad.  In any case, here was a
goatee blending into Marcus' private hairs.  Forward to Jim, with more
face, enough to identify him.  I did not recognize the next guy, a beefy
build with short, curly black hair.  He definitely was not at the party
last night.  Clad only in a jock, he was squatting before Marcus and
clinging to his thighs.  Marcus had his hands on the guy's shoulders.  The
photo was taken facing Marcus.  I settled in next to Brain to take in the
view.

"He has hundreds of photos here.  He gets served somehow in every one."
Brain sounded awestruck.  "Check you out."  He flipped forward until I
appeared.

By this time I wasn't as overwhelmed as I had been with the first image,
but the notion of a picture of me feasting on Marcus on a pay website was
still powerful.  This view showed his dickhead just about to vanish
completely into my mouth.  He had clipped the shot about mid-nose, leaving
me some small shred of anonymity.

"That's indecent.  And what about you?" I asked.

As Brian raced through the photos, I saw that Marcus had made friends with
redheads, a couple black guys, someone who looked a little like my freshman
chemistry lab partner, and, not least, Brian.  The words "Real College
Cocksuckers" alternated with "Jocks Who Eat Cocks."  What it lacked in
professionalism it repaid in authenticity.

"How can you be sure that is you?" I asked.

"Because," came the reply, "it follows this one."  With a dramatic tap on
the mouse, Brain hit the screen's left pointing pecker icon.

"Hey, I know that guy!  It's Brian!"  I threw an arm over his shoulder.
This shot was certainly worth the price of admission.  With baseball cap
backwards and wearing a white jersey with red trim and pinstripes, here was
Brain deep throating Marcus.

"That's easily the best of show, at least in the cocksucking pages," Aaron
said with a tone past complimentary and approaching reverent.  I had not
noticed his arrival, towel clad like the rest of us.

"Look at your eyes.  Were you about to gag?" I asked.

"As I recall, I nearly threw up.  He had it crammed all the way in and was
wiggling around.  I was trying just to take it but I couldn't.  He is so
damn big...."  Brain's voice trailed off.  This photo mesmerized him.  I
stole a glance at Aaron, who was taking the moment to check out Brian's
state of satisfaction.  Brain was standing at full attention.

"Do you like the thought of guys, some right here on campus, seeing you
suck dick?"  Aaron asked.

"Ever think that there might be guys who see you on the quad and feel they
know you from somewhere, only to realize where after you've passed them?"
I positioned myself in front of Brian.

"You don't suppose Marcus has told anyone you know about his website, do
you?  Like maybe the assistant coaches, think they know you suck dick?"
Aaron had mastered a slightly excited tone, suggesting interest and
discovery.  It was working on Brian.

"Aw, fuck.  I bet Clark knows.  He started giving me this grin a few weeks
back.  Shit, guys, I might as well go down on him now too.  Bet they all
know."  Brain kept looking at the screen.

I leaned forward and pinched some of Brian's skin between my lips, taking
the part which joins his ball sack to his shaft.  I rolled it between my
lips, causing his member to bob slightly off its upright Aaron watched
approvingly.  I moved on rapidly, using my lips to playfully pull the skin
on his shaft as I made my way up.

"Wonder what would happen if we looked at the fucking pages now," Aaron
mused.

I turned to look at Brian's direction, and saw something that took my
breath away for a second.  Under the heading "First time bottom boys" was a
splendid photo.  Marcus' muscular arms were holding a well-developed set of
shoulders to the floor.  Ample blond hair poured out of the cap, while
sturdy thighs held a firm, beautiful ass aloft for Marcus to plunder.
Everything about the bottom boy radiated the tension and anticipation of
giving it up for the first time.  I was drawn to look at the guy's feet,
straining under the weight of two.

"Bet he didn't tell you about this, huh?"  Brian asked.  "Look closer."

I thought for a moment that it might be, but no.  Kent hadn't bottomed
before Mike.

"Say, what are you going to do when he goes to Italy for the semester
anyhow?"  Brian asked.

"Marcus is going to Italy?"  I asked.

"No, dickbreath."  Brain tapped on the screen at the blond boy.  "Kent is
going to Italy."

They were right.  I don't know why it didn't register earlier.  Here was
Kent, and based on his longer hair from a time before I met him.  There was
a little more to the story than he had shared with me.  There were also
some current things I did not know.

"I guess I will have to consider my choices."  I replied.  I turned away
from the screen and gave Brian a little consideration.

Aaron broke in.  "You guys want to bail on the pancakes and eat here?"

"No."  Brian pulled his cock away and closed the browser.  "Let's go.  We
can look at these later."

Minutes later we were at Mike's door.  I had a few questions for Kent.
Brian wanted to know more about Marcus' little business.  Aaron just wanted
to eat.


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