Date: Wed, 10 Aug 2016 14:52:28 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little white pills, chapter 13

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Chapter 13: "New Kid on the Block"

Chris leaned forward and let the warm shower rinse the shampoo out of his
short wavy hair.  He'd pushed himself harder than ever at the gym that
afternoon and he welcomed the heat sluicing over his shoulders and
almost-hairless chest.  He was sore and tired after days of punishing
workouts, but it still wasn't enough: no matter how tired he was, he
couldn't get the memory of what he'd done with his new roommates out of his
head.  He'd be sitting in class or walking across campus, and his mind
would start to wander, and suddenly he'd be replaying the feel of Brad's
cock pistoning into him, or the taste of Aaron's warm cum into his mouth.
He'd instantly get hard, and have to force himself to think of something
else until his prick stopped drooling.  More than once in the last couple
of weeks he'd had to duck into the men's room to rub one out so he could
get to class without a tent in his shorts.

He couldn't imagine what his parents would say if they knew what their
young son was up to.  They were firm believers in abstinence before
marriage, never mind gay sex, and were convinced his liberal older sister
was still a virgin when she'd married her boyfriend of four years--it was a
running joke with Kelly and him.  But even though he knew it was bull he
couldn't shake a lingering sense of guilt.  He'd even felt bad for a while
when he'd started jerking off years ago, and now that he was actually doing
something with another person--with guys at an orgy no less (because what
else could you call it?!)--he was having a hard time coming to terms with
it.  Even if his dick had embraced it wholeheartedly.

With a sigh he turned the water to cold for a few seconds before more
memories of Brad's fingers stretching him open started playing again.  When
he'd gotten some semblance of self-control back he got out and toweled off,
then headed to his room at the back of the house.  He could get a head
start on Monday's homework before heading out later--Ian had texted and
asked if he wanted to come over to the Theta Chi house for a Friday happy
hour.

As he padded by Aaron's room he saw the wrestler tossing some clothes into
a duffel bag.  Aaron was shirtless, and his smooth, well-muscled chest
glowed in the afternoon sun pouring through his window.  Chris felt his
heart lurch and the effects of the cold shower vanished instantly; he could
feel the flush creeping across his face and chest.  Before he could sneak
by Aaron looked up and flashed one of his dazzling smiles.  Even with the
ridiculous soul patch he was currently sporting it looked good.  "Hey
Chris, what's up?  You're lookin' buff."

Actually he thought Chris looked better than buff--he looked amazing.  He
didn't have the biggest body, but he was really well-defined--Aaron let his
gaze wander down Chris's faint treasure trail to the edge of the towel.
And that face--maybe it was just the great sex he'd enjoyed with Joey, but
Aaron had to admit that he had a thing for the boyish look.  Derrick
thought Chris was kind of standoffish, but Aaron sensed that it was
something else.  They hadn't interacted a lot since the move-in, but Chris
seemed like he was really sweet, just shy.  He was used to being around
alpha jock types; it was kind of a relief to talk to someone who wasn't
trying to one-up you half the time.

"Uh, yeah, hey Aaron.  Yeah, I just got back from the gym.  Trying to make
up for the weekend beers coming my way.  You know."  Chris shifted his feet
slightly, suddenly feeling awkward.  He knew he shouldn't--like the rest of
the guys in the house Aaron had been totally chill towards him since
move-in night, and hadn't even brought up the fact that they'd had sex.
But part of his brain was screaming "You had sex with this guy you perv!"
even as another part couldn't stop staring at the ripped body in front of
him.  He was suddenly very conscious of just how much detail he could make
out through Aaron's basketball shorts, and licked his suddenly-dry lips.
"So uh, what're you up to?  Going on a trip?'

"Yeah, we've got a pre-season match downstate tomorrow; I've gotta catch
the team bus in a little while.  It's just an exhibition thing, but no
partying for this puppy."  He moved into his closet and started rummaging
around, then cursing.  "Hey, could you look in that bag and see if there's
a pair of blue compression shorts in there? I can't find the fucking
things, but I'm a terrible looker."

Chris looked around the room, noting various piles of laundry, books, and
athletic gear scattered around; there was a good chance the shorts had
vanished into the chaos.  He walked over and rummaged through the duffel
bag to be a good sport.  "You don't mean your wrestling uniform do you?
That's in here."

"No, it's a pair of shorts.  Like biker shorts."

"Nope.  Nothing.  Oh, I think that's them on the floor."

Aaron leaned back out of the closet to look, blond hair tousled from
rummaging around.  "Well shit.  That's all dirty stuff.  I'll have to wear
a jock I guess--I hate how those things chafe.  Here, put this in the bag
will you?"  He tossed Chris a jock strap and Chris instinctively caught it,
then turned bright red at the thought of what he was holding.  His dick
gave a lurch, and he didn't dare look down to see how much it might be
tenting up the towel around his waist.

Aaron took Chris's reaction in, then slowly backed out of the closet, a
grin spreading across his face.  So...maybe he wasn't quite as shy as he
appeared; Aaron felt a familiar tingle in his balls.  "So you like handling
my jock huh?"  He took a couple of steps towards Chris, still smiling.  "I
wondered if you were still into that scene.  You've kind of been making
yourself scarce the last couple weeks."  Something passed across Chris's
face--a look of panic maybe--and Aaron decided maybe he should slow his
role a bit.  "Everything cool man?  You look like you're freaking out a
little."

Chris took a deep breath.  He could feel the adrenaline rush making him
shake.  "Yeah, I mean, no.  I mean--okay, yeah, maybe a little."

Aaron clapped a friendly hand on his shoulder, hoping to defuse things a
bit.  "Hey, it's cool Chris.  We had some fun is all."  He couldn't resist
flashing a wicked grin.  "Well, I did--and you sure sounded like you did
too.  Don't get too stressed or anything bud; it's all good."  He gave a
questioning look: it wasn't clear his comment had helped things at all.  He
tried again.  "It's just a little sex, right?  Just between us guys?  No
big deal."  Sure, the shot of...whatever they'd slipped in his drink
might've made the guy like some dick, but at the end of the day it was just
sex.  No biggie.

Chris nodded yes, sure, fine, but then somehow his mouth opened up on its
own and everything came tumbling out.  His nut job parents, and how he felt
weird and confused, and then at the end, how he'd liked it, and now what
should he do?  He sat down on Aaron's bed and took a deep breath, glad to
have vented.  He didn't know why he had; Aaron was just easy to talk to he
supposed, and he didn't have anyone else he could vent to about this.

Aaron sat next to him, their thighs touching lightly.  He'd never met a guy
this hung up about sex before, but at least now he understood why.  And it
was actually kind of cool that Chris had opened up to him about it.  "Wow,
so you did have a lot on your mind.  It's all cool little buddy--Uncle
Aaron's got your back."

Chris let out a short laugh.  "Dude, that sounds totally pervy."

"Yeah, I probably need a better slogan.  Good thing I'm not a marketing
major."  There was a moment of comfortable silence, then Aaron bumped
Chris's shoulder with his own.  "Look bro, I can't tell you what to do
about your folks--that sounds pretty fucked up honestly, but we've all got
your back, so don't worry about the guys.  If you want some space that's
totally cool--I don't wanna pressure you or anything.  Of course, if you do
need some relief..." --his hand squeezed Chris's thigh-- "I'm always up for
a good time."  He'd been moderately horny before, but with Chris sitting
next to him wearing nothing but that towel...one way or another he was
going to be getting off before he headed out of town.

Chris looked up halfway.  "Yeah?"

Aaron's thumb began lightly rubbing the towel: there'd been a note of
interest in that reply.  "Yeah, you know it.  I'm always horny man.  Shit,
I was going to rub one out before I left today."  Not entirely true
originally, but he sure as shit was ready to jerk off now.

Chris turned towards him, black eyes finally meeting Aaron's blue ones.
Aaron's rubbing had started things going below his waist again, and he
could feel the flush creeping back.  "Yeah?"  He literally did not know
what to say--Aaron must think he was an idiot as well as a head case.

Aaron's left hand slid under his waistband, while his right crept closer to
the bulge rising under Chris's towel.  He squeezed himself and gave a low
growl.  "Oh yeah man.  I love playing with myself, don't you?"  Chris
nodded, spellbound.  "You wanna watch me?  You don't have to do anything."

Chris nodded again, more vigorously this time.  "Yeah.  Yeah," he breathed.
He could feel his heart thumping in his chest, and swallowed nervously.

"Why don't you close the door so we don't get interrupted, huh?"  As Chris
leaned over to pull the door shut Aaron settled up against the wall,
leaning back on a pillow.  He hadn't noticed before, but Chris's back was
as well-developed as his front.  That ass....  His hand was stroking away
under his shorts, his hard-on increasingly visible.  "Man this feels good.
It's been too long since I've gotten off.  How long has it been for you?"

Chris cleared his dry throat.  "Um, a couple of days I guess."  His towel
was loosening as the iron bar beneath it poked up, and he couldn't stop
himself from giving it a good squeeze, uttering a low "unh" as he did.

"Yeah, me too.  More than that and my brain is all about the dick, 24-7."
Aaron's cock was at its full 7" as he pulled it free of his shorts, the
clipped head already slick with clear liquid.  The sight of Chris playing
with himself was sexy as fuck.  "Who do you like to think about when you
jerk off?"

Chris froze mid-squeeze: he'd never talked about this stuff with anyone
before.  "Ummm...I don't know.  I guess it depends."  Watching Aaron do his
thing had driven thoughts of anyone else out of his mind at the moment.

That seemed to be good enough for the wrestler.  "Yeah, me too.  I've been
getting off on Chris Evans the last few times though--that dude is fucking
hot."  He gave himself a long firm stroke and pumped his hips.
"Mmmph...I'd give my left nut to suck him dry.  Am I right?"  He watched
Chris intently.

Chris couldn't take the suspense any longer.  He pulled his towel away so
he could have unfettered access to his cock, then wrapped his fingers
around it and started pumping to match Aaron's strokes.  "Yeah, for sure,"
he breathed.  At the moment it was Aaron's cock that was on his mind.
Looking at it reminded him of its masculine scent as he'd buried his face
in Aaron's crotch, what it had tasted like, the feel of it in his mouth.
He stroked faster, remembering.

They continued for a minute or two, watching each other.  Aaron could feel
the tension between them rising as they played with themselves.  Chris
might be shy he thought, but he knew how to jack his cock just fine.  Aaron
gazed at him through hooded eyes while he worked himself over: right hand
slowly moving up and down his shaft, while his left pinched and squeezed
his nipples.  Finally he gave a low grunt and reached down to pull off his
shorts.  "Time to get outta these."  He leaned back, knees bent to give
Chris a clear view of his cock and balls, then patted the bed to his right.
"You can get up here if you want to get more comfortable man.  You can play
with my cock too if you want.  No homo."  He gave a disarming grin, hoping
Chris would accept the offer.

Chris didn't say a word; he just climbed up on the bed and settled in next
to Aaron.  The bed wasn't very big, and he was very aware of their warm
bodies pressed together.  He could feel Aaron's muscular arm flex against
him as it started stroking again, and the sight made his dick throb.  On a
whim he spread his legs open so his left was lying over Aaron's right one.

"Mmm...that's nice."  Aaron turned to smile at him, then looked down at
Chris's trimmed, black-furred crotch, where a clear strand was dripping off
his cut head .  They were well-matched in size, although Chris may have
been a bit thicker.  "You've got a great cock man."  His mouth watered at
the sight, although really Chris's entire body was worth admiring.  The
need to get on with it was growing, but something about Chris made him hold
back: some instinct suggesting he should try going slow with this guy.

Chris felt his face redden at Aaron's comment, but didn't care.  He turned
towards Aaron.  "Yeah, you too," he said softly.  And then Aaron was
leaning in, his warm body chest pressing into Chris's side, and they were
kissing, the sensation of facial hair strange but also sexy.  He sighed and
closed his eyes, opening his mouth to let Aaron's tongue slide in.  He
reached up and slid his hand into Aaron's hair, pulling their faces
together, and then groaned as he felt the wrestler's warm muscular grip on
his shaft.  Aaron started a slow jacking motion, and then his lips and
tongue were moving down Chris's jaw, down his the side of his neck and then
back up to his ear.  Chris could feel Aaron's whiskers tickling as he went;
the sensation was maddening even as he turned his head to give the wrestler
more access.  When Aaron's teeth tugged on his earlobe he groaned and
hunched his hips; he could feel a twinge in his shaft as fresh precum
trickled out.

Suddenly Aaron pulled away and let go of him; Chris could see his face was
flushed too, and that he wasn't the only one whose breathing had picked up.
"Hang on a sec."  Aaron rolled away and fumbled in his bedside table, and
then he was back with a bottle of Astroglide in one hand.  "Thought you
might appreciate this."  He drizzled some on his own cock, then on Chris's,
and finally a good dollop on his left hand.  He smiled, then rolled back to
his old position.  "Now where were we?"

Chris gasped as Aaron's slick palm glided over his shaft: the lube had made
it even more sensitive.  He instinctively reached his hand over to return
the favor; the position was awkward with them so close, but he wanted Aaron
to feel as good as he was.  He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of warm
slick flesh in his hand, and waited for Aaron's grip to return.

But it didn't.  He felt Aaron's palm slide down him until it hit his balls,
and then it was gone.  He was about to open his eyes to see what had
happened when he got his answer: a warm finger that rubbed around, and then
into his asshole.  His eyes shot open and he gasped, a startled "Aah!"
bursting from him.  God, how could he have forgotten how good that felt?
He'd half thought his drunken memory of Brad fingering him had been an
exaggeration, but now he was sober and it felt even better this time.  His
hole actually ached it felt so good, and he could feel his cock instantly
get even harder--something he hadn't thought possible.  He hunched his hips
to urge Aaron's finger deeper, panting as he squirmed.  He only half-heard
Aaron saying "Feels good, doesn't it?" but he managed to nod once before
the finger went all the way in, and he couldn't do anything but arch his
neck back and pant.  "And how about this?..." he heard, and then another
finger was sliding into him while Aaron's tongue was back in his mouth, and
he couldn't get enough of the penetration in either hole.

His squirming motion had caused him to slide down the bed, and he was more
or less flat on his back as they continued to embrace. The next step was
obvious to both of them.  Aaron's voice sounded slightly strangled as he
panted into Chris's ear "I want to be inside you so much right now."  Chris
panted out a short "yes," and then Aaron's fingers were gone, making way as
his warm body rolled on top.  Chris felt the muscles in Aaron's torso
flexing as they slid against each other, hard-ons rubbing slick with lube
and precum, and he instinctively wrapped his legs around Aaron's.  Aaron
gazed down at him.  "You ready?"  Chris just nodded.

Aaron pushed himself back up on his heels and grabbed the lube.  Chris was
pretty well loosened up, but better safe than sorry.  As he drizzled more
on his dick he looked down in admiration; Chris didn't seem to realize just
how sexy he looked, but Aaron was definitely enjoying the view.  The ripped
torso with just a light dusting of black hair, the boyish face red with
lust (like Joey, part of him thought), and especially that thick dripping
shaft over those heavy balls.  Any other time he would've just dove in to
suck all that juice up, but Chris turned him on like no one had in a while.
Maybe it was just the thrill of being with a (sort-of) virgin, but there
was something special about helping Chris overcome his shyness in bed.  And
Christ, that ass.  That rock-hard, begging-to-be-fucked ass.  He found his
target and began pressing in slowly so Chris could adjust; God it was
tight.  The junior didn't seem to mind though: he was running his hands all
over his body in pleasure as Aaron opened him up, softly chanting "Oh jeez,
oh jeez, oh jeez."  Aaron's cock ached with the need to start thrusting,
and he found himself trembling from the effort to restrain himself.
Finally he was in all the way, his short pubes brushing Chris's taint, and
he half-fell on top of the warm body beneath him, his mouth eagerly seeking
out Chris's once again as he started thrusting into the slick chute.

Chris let out a long groan as Aaron slid inside him.  It'd been hot when
Brad had done this, but it was ten times sexier with Aaron, taking their
time like this.  He'd been an idiot to hold off doing this again.
Everywhere they touched felt good: Aaron's hard chest rubbing against his,
stimulating his nipples; the warm tongue probing his mouth and trailing
down his neck; the slick abs flexing against his hard-on; and the cock
inside him--God, that cock!  The faster Aaron went the more he loved
it--jacking off didn't even come close.  He locked his ankles around the
tight pumping buttocks while his arms squeezed Aaron's back and shoulders,
urging him to go faster and harder.  The sensations in his cock and ass had
merged into one ball of pleasure, and he was gasping and squirming with
need as he reached the edge.  "Holy cow, don't stop!  I'm gonna cum!"
Aaron nodded and buried his face in Chris's shoulder, pounding at his hole
with increased energy.  Several thrusts later and Chris blew: his hips
bucked uncontrollably as jet after jet of pent-up semen coated their
bodies.  Still humping, Aaron somehow managed to slide a hand around his
cock to pump out even more, and Chris cried out at the extra pleasure.

As he started to come down off his high he realized that Aaron hadn't
slowed down.  If anything, he was thrusting faster, his face red in
concentration.  "Come on Aaron, do it," he growled, "shoot inside me.  Do
it!"  He clenched his ass, determined to squeeze the wrestler's juice out
of his cock, and was rewarded almost immediately.  He could feel Aaron
stiffen and swell inside him, and then a sudden warmth as he spilled.  Now
it was Aaron's turn to pull their bodies tightly together as he came, eyes
squeezed shut as he shuddered with pleasure.

Eventually, bodies slick and faces still red, they both returned to
reality.  "God bless America," Aaron groaned, and slid reluctantly out of
the warm hole.  "That was fucking intense."  He rolled over on his back
next to Chris, still breathing heavily.

Chris turned to look at him.  "Did you actually just say 'God bless
America?'"  He raised his eyebrows.

Aaron gave a panting laugh.  "Yeah, I guess I did.  It seemed appropriate."
He looked over at Chris.  "That really was amazing man.  You were awesome."

Chris looked abashed but pleased.  "Uh, thanks.  You were great too."

Aaron kept eye contact as he licked Chris's load off his hand.  "I love how
you taste."  He finished cleaning his fingers, then gave Chris's softening
cock a firm squeeze.  He'd felt a connection, or thought he had, and hoped
Chris wanted to explore it too.  "I can't wait to have some more.  Think
you'd be up for that?"

Chris nodded.  "Yeah."  He wasn't ready for another round just yet, but he
loved the feel of Aaron playing with him.  "Definitely."  Disappointingly,
Aaron let him go a minute later, sliding his hand up through the goo on his
torso and then to the back of his head, pulling him in for a long kiss that
more than made up for his dick being abandoned.  Chris didn't really have
anything to compare it to, but as far as he was concerned it was a great
kiss.

Aaron broke away after a minute, smiling.  "Cool."  He sat up.  "Not to be
a dick or anything, but we'll have to take a rain delay on the next round.
I've really gotta get my ass in gear to make the team bus."  He hopped out
of bed.  "And thanks to you," he grabbed a towel, "I've got, like a gallon
of jizz to wash off first."

Chris smiled back, enjoying the view.  "Yeah, sorry about that."

Aaron laughed.  "Yeah, I bet you are.  I'll be back Monday night man--don't
let the other guys drain you dry while I'm gone."  He walked into his
bathroom, treating Chris to one last view of his sculpted ass before he
ducked into the shower.

Chris rolled out of bed with a grunt and grabbed his towel.  He would've
been happy to lie there, but he was pretty sure if he did he'd be too
horned up to resist another round, and it sounded like Aaron was already
going to be cutting it close.  No sense giving himself blue balls.  He
headed back to his room, more relaxed than he could ever remember being; he
had a lot to think about.

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Ian's frat party was a lot of fun, and it was good to see his buddy again.
Chris had gotten to know some of the brothers, and they were cool to hang
with, but by midnight he was ready to jet: despite all the bravado about
frat life, it was basically just a group of the brothers hanging out and
drinking beers.  In other words, a sausage-fest.  Normally Chris wouldn't
have given that much thought, but tonight he'd realized that some of Ian's
brothers were actually pretty hot.  And even though Aaron had just fucked
him quite thoroughly it seemed that had just awoken the beast: he kept
chubbing up when he got a good look at some guy's crotch, and his asshole
was twitching in a way that demanded some attention.  Finally he couldn't
take it any longer.  By 1 a.m. the other guys were drunk enough that he
could slip out without looking too lame, and go home and rub one out--even
if it wouldn't be the same without Aaron.  Just that flash of memory was
enough to leave a damp spot in his pants, and he knew he had to go.

"Hey Ian, I'm wasted man.  I'm gonna head out."  His buddy looked up
bleary-eyed from the couch, where he and another guy (Andrew?  Anders?
Something like that) had been talking about the next "Star Wars" film, and
how much it would or would not suck.

"Chrissss.  Chris Chris Chris Chris Chris.  You leavin' buddy?"  Ian was
definitely wasted.

"Yeah, I'm wrecked.  Gonna head home."

"Damn dude, it's early.  Y'should stay.  We'll get you hooked up.  Setchu
up with a a nice slutty girl."

Chris chuckled; classic Ian.  "Thanks bud, I'm good.  See you tomorrow,
okay?"

Ian worked up to a sitting position on the couch, his reddish hair standing
up better than he could've managed himself; he was the picture of a
congenial drunk.  "Aight bro."  An arm pulled Chris into a fumbling hug.
"We'll get you a girlfriend this semester buddy, don' worry.  You're a good
guy.  We'll hook you up.  Fuck your parents and their bullshit."

Chris had heard this line for two years now, and he gave one of his stock
answers.  "Thanks bud, but I'm cool.  You take care, 'kay.  I gotta go."
He gave Ian a quick hug, then backed off before he got sucked into a long
drunken conversation.  From past experience, he knew how it would go
(nowhere), and crap!--he needed to jerk off like, now.  What had he gotten
into with Aaron?

The question hovered in his mind as he made a few quick goodbyes and ducked
out (like he usually did), then headed home.  It wasn't like he even knew
Aaron at all really: they'd talked a little when they bumped into each
other around the house, but that was about it.  But that afternoon--it felt
like they'd connected.  Except why the fuck [sorry Mom, hell] would Aaron
ever think the same way?  He was just another one of Aaron's hookups,
right?  He knew for sure the wrestler had hooked up with Derrick a few
times since they'd moved in, and probably Dave and Gabe too.  But his brain
kept circling back to the handsome blond, and his dick stayed hard the
whole way home.

As he got back to the dark house he quickened his pace.  No longer worried
about appearances, his dick had gone into raging boner mode, precum soaking
through his jeans.  Memories of Aaron and Brad working him over ran on a
continuous loop in his mind's eye, and he practically sprinted up the
stairs to his room.  Finally!

He took a couple of breaths to calm down, wanting to enjoy this.  He pulled
off his shoes and clothes, grunting slightly as he groped his wet hard-on,
then flopped on his bed.  Reaching into his bedside stand, he pulled out
what he wanted--needed: the bottle of lube from Aaron's room, and the
ribbed blue dildo.  It had ended up under the living room couch after Big
Dave was done with it on move-in night, and when Chris had found it there
he'd instinctively grabbed it for his own.  Washed and lubed, it was ready
for a new hole to explore.

Chris spread his legs and pressed the cool slick tip against his asshole.
Nearly hairless, his pink flesh twitched in pleasure at the sensation,
welcoming the demand to yield and open to the intruder and the stimulation
it would bring.  Chris sighed and pressed harder with the toy, his right
hand pinching his nipples as the blunt head stretched him open and began to
sink in.  He groaned, then bit his lip as the first ridge encountered his
sphincter.  It wasn't like a real dick, but God, it felt so good.  His own
cock was deep red and dripping, a line of clear drool connecting it to his
treasure trail.  He wanted to stroke himself so much, but he knew that if
he did he'd shoot in an instant, and he needed this to last.  So instead he
kept his hand roving over his torso, gasping and squirming as he forced the
blue rubber shaft deeper inside.  Each rib that entered made his cock
twitch and drool, and he understood now why Big Dave had been so eager for
Derrick to fuck him.  When the shaft was deep inside he paused to adjust,
eager to start stroking himself while the dildo worked his hole.  He
wrapped his right hand around his shaft, ready to begin; the way he was
dripping he wouldn't need any other lube.  He closed his eyes in
anticipation....

--and heard his door pop open.  "Hey Chris, I was--whoa!!"  Chris's eyes
flew open and he frantically grabbed for a pillow to cover his crotch,
knowing as he did that it was way too late for any damage control.  He
could see Gabe's stunned face peering in around his half-opened door--but
instead of looking freaked out, a big smile was rapidly lighting it up.
Before he could say anything Gabe stepped into the room and closed the
door, clad only in a pair of navy blue basketball shorts.  Chris couldn't
help noticing the thick bulge in front, or the way Gabe's eyes were glued
to his crotch (now covered by the spare pillow).

"Hey man, it's cool, don't worry."  Gabe smiled wider and took a step
towards the bed.  "I was just really horny and I wanted to see if anyone
was awake to mess around with so I didn't have to jack off by myself."  He
gave himself a squeeze that made the bulge in his shorts tent up
noticeably, then took another step forward, Chris's gaze locked on his
groin.  "Looks like you had the same idea, huh?"  He leaned forward and
moved the pillow out of the way to expose Chris's crotch.  The interruption
had barely dented his hard-on, and it still stood up rigidly over the
modest clump of black fur, wet head gleaming with pre-cum they both could
smell.  Gabe's mouth watered and he licked his lips subconsciously, then
took in a shaky breath.  "Fuck yeah," he whispered, "that's what I need
man."  He looked Chris in the eye.  "Let me suck your meat Chris.  I've got
something your hole will like better than that dildo."  He fished his dick
and balls out of his shorts and let them stand free.  He was completely
hard now, and if Chris liked getting his ass pounded then the fat
six-incher ("fuckin' beer can" Aaron had called it) would send him to
heaven.

Chris had more than recovered from the surprise, and he could feel his
upper body flush with renewed lust.  He reached out and wrapped his hand as
far around Gabe's warm girth as he could manage.  It was nowhere near all
the way, but it was enough for him to start stroking slowly, pulling the
foreskin up and down over the ridge of his glans.  He heard Gabe suck in
his breath, and then his own dick was getting stroked.  Gabe quickly worked
his shorts off with his free hand, then knelt up on the bed.  He was
shaking with excitement as he maneuvered on top of Chris in a 69 and buried
his face in Chris's crotch.  Chris heard him take a deep breath, and then
Gabe's mouth engulfed him, tongue swirling around his head as the lips slid
down his shaft.  They both let out involuntary groans.  Chris could smell
Gabe's musk, like Aaron's but meatier, and maneuvered his head closer to
the fat shaft above him.  Gabe had started to drip in excitement as he
worked Chris into his mouth, and Chris just managed to get his lips around
the fat head before the first droplet broke free.  Aaron's was the only
other cock he'd sucked before this, and he reveled in the different taste
and feel of Gabe's meat.  The head was as enormous as the shaft (like
sucking on a plum, he thought), and even if it was shorter than his own he
had no idea how to get much of it in his mouth.  So he settled for working
his tongue around it, lapping up all the juice coming out of the piss slit,
and slipping under the foreskin to work around the ridge.

He must have been doing something right, because Gabe's grunts were getting
louder and more frequent, and his lips were buried in Chris's bush as far
as they could go.  And then Gabe slid a hand around to start working the
dildo, and Chris went nuts.  Fuck his parents, the feeling of those ribs
sliding inside him combined with the warm mouth was worth the guilt.  And
that warm fat cock in his mouth was the icing on the cake; he grunted as he
tried to get it deeper in so Gabe could fuck his face like he was working
over his ass.  He could feel the explosion building up as Gabe sped up his
hands and mouth, and he slid his hands down over the muscular back and
shoulder above him until they tangled in Gabe's thick hair, pulling him
mercilessly down onto his exploding cock.  His first sounds were muffled
ones, but as he bucked and squirmed Gabe slipped from his mouth, and cries
of "Aah! Aah! Aaaahgawwd!" rang across the room.

He launched a good three or four jets down Gabe's throat, and they must've
been good ones because by the time Chris came back to his senses there was
jizz leaking out Gabe's mouth to pool around the base of his cock.  Gabe
slid his mouth off, making his now-hypersensitive head twitch, and then
dove in with an enthusiastic "Mmmm!" to lap up what he'd missed.  When he
finished (with an extra pass over Chris's balls, just in case) he flopped
over to his side, eyes closed.  "Man I love sucking cock!  And yours, dude,
it's extra fine."  He lifted his head and looked at Chris.  "I'll do that
any time you want man."

Chris blushed...but he knew he wouldn't say no if the chance came up again,
and he was pretty sure it would.  "Uh...thanks Gabe.  That was great.  I
mean, really great.  But aren't you...uh...." he looked over at the brown
shaft next to his head.  It was still rock hard, and still leaking.  Chris
wouldn't mind sucking Gabe off, not at all, but he wasn't sure he'd be able
to do a very good job--certainly nothing to match what Gabe had done to
him.

Gabe grinned, and his eyebrows twitched up.  "...horny as shit still?  Yeah
man.  But I've got a few ideas."  His right hand was still gripping the
dildo, and he began a slow pumping it in and out.  Chris gave a little
twitch and sucked in his breath a little.  "You like that bud?"  Chris
nodded.  His cock was still mostly soft, but it had never gone completely
limp, and now it was twitching in time with his pulse as it slowly began to
re-inflate.  "Yeah, me too.  But I think you like your ass played with a
LOT, am I right?"  The dildo pushed deeper and Chris let out a little
squeek, then spread his knees; that was all the answer Gabe needed.  He sat
up and moved to kneel between Chris's thighs, then resumed his work with
the toy.  As he slid it in and out he made sure to move it around,
stretching the jock's muscular ass in preparation for what was to come.
Chris was breathing heavily now, and he'd closed his eyes in bliss as he
rocked his hips in time with the motion in his hole.  His hands roamed over
his body, stimulating his nipples and torso, and Gabe admired the way his
muscles flexed and moved as he squirmed.  It was time to show his housemate
what he'd been missing all this time.

He slid the dildo out and tossed it on the floor; no need for that any
longer.  Chris opened his eyes, his disappointment plain.  "Don't stop
Gabe.  Come on."

Gabe leaned over to grab the bottle of lube Chris had left on his night
stand.  "I'm not stopping amigo.  We're just ready to get started."  He
drizzled a generous dollop of liquid on his shaft and smeared it over its
length--greased and ready to go.  "Time for you to get the real thing."  He
pulled Chris's ankles up on his shoulders and pressed his fat head against
the quivering hole.  The smooth warm touch made him want to bury himself to
the hilt immediately, but he took a deep breath and held off.  If he played
this right he'd have Chris begging to get plowed any time he wanted.

Chris sucked in his breath as Gabe pressed into him.  Lubed or not the head
was huge, and he could feel his ass already straining to let it in.  At the
same time there was something incredibly hot about being forced open like
this.  When Aaron had been inside him it had made him feel warm and
connected, but this made him feel...hot.  Like an animal that just needed
to get fucked.  He grunted and spread his knees apart, both hoping and
fearing that Gabe what would happen when Gabe really started to open him
up.  The pressure grew and grew, forcing his asshole wider open than he'd
ever experienced.  It was starting to hurt, but at the same time something
inside him wanted--needed--it to happen.  The thought of being impaled on
that fat warm slab of flesh made him groan with lust.  Nothing had ever
made him feel like this, desperate to be bred.

Gabe was only partway in when the pressure became too much.  Panting
heavily, Chris reached down to push back on Gabe's light-brown thighs.
"Stop Gabe.  Hold up.  You're too big.  Aaahhoow!  Hold up!"

Gabe paused; he wasn't surprised.  His girlfriends had sometimes taken a
few good fuckings to get used to him, not to mention his buddy in high
school.  He knew it was just a matter of patience though; Chris would come
around soon enough, just like the others.  He feigned concern.  "You want
me to pull out man?  We can stop if you want."

"No!  No.  I just...uunnhhh--" Gabe had flexed his hips to wiggle side to
side a bit without going deeper-- "I think you just might be too big is
all."

"Oh yeah?  You know Aaron took it okay."  There was nothing like a
challenge to get a guy motivated.  Sure enough, Chris flashed him a look at
the implication that Aaron could outdo him.  "And it looks to me like your
dick can't get enough of this."  He wrapped his hand around Chris's
rock-hard shaft and squeezed, and the dark-haired jock gave a grunt,
instinctively pushing his hips to sink Gabe fractionally deeper.  Gabe let
go, and Chris's prick slapped wetly against his abs.  "You're hard as a
fuckin' rock buddy.  I think you want more cock up your ass, not less."  He
took Chris in his hand again and gave a long, slow, twisting stroke.  Chris
whimpered and leaked fresh goo, and Gabe felt hands' resistance lower as
his ass ring loosened.  "That's it bud, take a deep breath and relax.  You
can do it.  Let me in like you want.  You know it's what you need."  He was
breathing deeply himself as he fought to keep control.  Chris must do a
shitload of squats to have an ass this tight, he thought.  And so fuckin'
warm and slick--God how he wanted to be balls-deep in that!  "Just bear
down bud and let me in."

Chris rocked his head from side to side, trying to breath deeply like Gabe
said.  It still felt like he was being split in two, but it was starting to
get a bit easier.  And the more Gabe sank in, the more he could sense how
it would feel to be penetrated completely.  He could feel his lust rising
as he opened up further and his whole world narrowed to the sensations in
his ass.  The more he wanted it, the easier it got, and now he could feel
Gabe sliding into him noticeably.  The sensation was like what he'd felt
when Brad had taken his cherry, but magnified tenfold.  He could feel the
head pop past his ring, and he let out a groan as Gabe's penetration
increased.  Gabe was right, he did need this--he needed Gabe to fill him up
all the way, to stretch and open his ass and make him cum.  He whimpered
again, no longer in pain but in need.  "Deeper.  Deeper Gabe."  His hands
were no longer pushing against Gabe's taught quads, but clutching them in
pleasure.

The Latino obliged, his fat shaft pushing into Chris's guts until his pubes
ground against that fine ass.  He took a moment to relish the sight of the
quivering stud beneath him, then started a slow rhythmic pumping.  Chris
let out a gratifying high-pitched "aaah!" and his eyes rolled back in his
head, which Gabe took as a sign to go faster.  Sure enough, Chris started
making more noise and his hand moved to wrap around his cock.  Gabe pulled
it away: this was just starting to get good, and there was no way he was
going to let Chris nut before him a second time.  He sped up his thrusts to
make up for the lack of hand action, and from the extra noise Chris started
making it sounded like it was a fair trade.

Within a few minutes Chris had loosened up completely in every sense.  Gabe
had grabbed his ankles and spread them into a vee, stretching the jock's
hole further, and his ass was no longer putting up any serious resistance
to getting plowed.  Time to step it up a notch.

He slid out of Chris's hole completely, and now the groan Chris made wasn't
resistance, but frustration.  "Roll over man.  Get on your knees, I wanna
fuck you from behind."  Gabe's girlfriend liked this position a lot--she
said his dick hit her just right that way--and he wanted to fuck Chris like
that too.  Chris flipped over in a hurry and pushed his smooth bubble butt
up in the air, eager to get filled back up, and Gabe obliged.  The new
angle felt great on his dick head, and Chris seemed to like it too.  He let
out a loud "Ah, God!  Fuck!" and his shoulders collapsed onto the bed while
he pushed back deep onto Gabe's dick.

Chris was in heaven.  He'd loved it when Brad had fucked him doggy style,
but Gabe was way thicker and the penetration felt way more intense.  Every
time Gabe sank in he could feel that fat head against his prostrate, and he
couldn't help the yelps of pleasure it caused.  As Gabe sped up the
stimulation grew, and he could tell that he was going to cum just from the
pounding he was getting.  "Faster Gabe.  Faster man!  I need to come!  Fuck
me!"  The dirty talk just seemed to flow from him without even thinking--he
was so close to the edge he didn't care, as long as Gabe kept this up until
he got off.  He could feel their balls slapping together, and hear the wet
sounds as their sweaty bodies collided, faster and faster.  "Moooore!!"
The pillow muffled the word, but Gabe knew what he'd said, and started
jackrabbiting in earnest, his own grunts and whimpers joining Chris's.  His
hips pounded hard against Chris's ass as they raced to get off.

Gabe got there first, surprising himself with how long he'd held out
considering the stimulation his dick had been getting.  He let out a loud
"Gaaaah!" and thrust as deep as he could while he seeded Chris's hole.
Chris was begging him not to stop, and as Gabe's orgasm started to wind
down he felt Chris's begin.  He screamed into his pillow as ropes of his
jizz spattered onto the bedspread and his ass clamped down on Gabe's shaft,
milking the last drops of goo out of it.  Gabe shuddered at the extra
stimulation, but kept gamely pumping until Chris was finished.  Finally the
stimulation was too much though, and he slowly pulled out of Chris's
now-gaping hole to collapse next to him on the bed.

Chris gave a muffled "Nnnnnhhh" and collapsed onto his belly.  He could
feel a pool of warm spunk under him, and more leaking out his hole to run
down his balls, but at the moment he was too wiped out to worry about his
soaked sheets.  He turned his head to look over at Gabe, who was grinning
lazily like the proverbial cat with a canary in its mouth.

"So was that better than that dildo you were going to settle for?"

Chris blushed, but gave a crooked smile.  "Yeah.  Phew!  Yeah, that was
really hot.  I can't believe I got off three times."

Gabe's eyebrows went up.  "Three?  Did you sneak one in there I didn't know
about?"

Chris's gaze slid away for a second before he decided to fess up.  "I uh,
kind of hooked up with Aaron this afternoon."

Gabe laughed.  "You little slut! Good for you man."  He slapped Chris's
bare ass.  "Did you let him have a piece of this?"

"Yeeeaah, pretty much."  Chris was bright red now.

"Awesome.  I would not have pegged you as such a cock hound, but I'm glad
to know."  Gabe leaned in and gave him a devilish look.  "So whose did you
like better?"  Chris froze, obviously torn, and Gabe laughed.  "Don't worry
man, I'm just messing with you.  Aaron is super hot.  But the next time you
need a fat cock to scratch that itch, you let me know."  His hand cupped
Chris's ass, and two fingers slid into the sloppy hole.  Tired as he was,
Chris's ring still gave an instinctive twitch.  "Any time amigo--I'm more
than happy to help out."  He pulled his fingers out and sat up.  "But not
now.  It's late and I'm beat--time to go to my bed.  Not here though--your
room smells like dick, slut."  He winked and grabbed his clothes off the
floor.  "Take it easy Chris.  See ya tomorrow."

Chris lay there, too wiped out to move, until he finally fell asleep.  He
dreamt of his roommates and what he'd done with them, and when he woke up
the next morning with a raging hard-on he smiled.