Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2016 02:42:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills, Chapter 15

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Chapter 15: "The Truth Will Out"


Chris lay there catching his breath as Aaron gradually stopped moving
inside him.  "Oh man...that was great.  Phew."

Aaron grinned and eased out of his ass--too soon for Chris's taste.  "I
thought you'd like that.  You were great too."  He began kissing down
Chris's chest, lapping up the pools of semen that were cooling there.
"That was definitely better than going to see that lame movie."

"Hey, I like 'Breakfast at Tiffany's!'  It's cooler than you think."  He
giggled as Aaron's tongue and beard ticked his belly button.  "I can get a
towel dude--you don't have to do that."

"Mmmm...but I like it."  He engulfed Chris's softening cock in his mouth,
cleaning it thoroughly.  "You taste so good."

Chris sighed and shifted his body.  Now that he'd gotten off (all over
himself) he wasn't really horny, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the
tongue bath.  "I bet you do this for all the guys you fool around with."

Aaron pulled back up to settle on top of him, warm and solid.  "Nope.  Just
the ones I like."  He smiled and gave Chris a quick kiss on the lips, then
rolled over to lie beside him.

"Well you seem to like a lot of them."  Chris tried to make it into a joke.

Aaron rolled onto his side and propped his head up on an elbow; his fingers
traced a slow path over Chris's pecs.  "I have sex with a lot of them, but
that's not the same thing.  That's just getting off.  I mean, sometimes you
just want to get off a certain way, right?  Like, I know you like getting
railed by a big dick, and I'm not the biggest tool in the shed, so you go
hit up Gabe, right?  But it's not like there's more to it than getting
off."  He gave a questioning look, slightly uncertain.

Chris was thoughtful for a minute.  He had to admit Aaron had a
point--since he'd moved in he'd let Gabe pound him a few times, and it was
mind-blowing in a purely physical sense.  And if he was honest he'd thought
about Big Dave more than once as well, although their paths never seemed to
cross at the right time.  But more often than not, especially lately, it
was Aaron's bed he ended up in (or vice versa).  "Yeah, you're right.
Sorry, I guess I'm just sorta new to figuring this thing out."

"Hey, it's cool.  I'm kinda new to it myself.  So, yeah.  But I do like
you.  And not just this."  He gave Chris's cock and balls a gentle squeeze.

Chris gave a small smile.  "What about Dave and Joey?  Sorry, I just...I'm
wondering what the deal is, that's all."  He widened his smile.  "No
pressure though, I swear."

Aaron gave a bemused look.  It had all seemed so simple when he and Derrick
decided to recruit some new roommates into the Program--how had Chris
gotten him so tangled up inside?  He decided to go with the truth.  "Well,
I guess it's kinda complicated.  They're two of my best friends, and we
fooled around a lot together when we were roommates.  So yeah, we hook up,
and I love them to death.  But--" this was harder to say out loud than he'd
thought it would be, "they're doing their own thing now.  Like, it's
serious between them--you were at the party, you know.  So being with them
is like, I dunno, a reunion or something.  But it's not gonna go anywhere
with me, beyond what it is.  So I'm not looking for anything from them.
They're not my future, you know?"  He looked closely at Chris, hoping all
that made some sort of sense.

"So where is your future?" Chris asked in a small voice.

"I dunno.  But I know where to look."  He gave Chris another kiss, and they
settled down to go to sleep.
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The next few weeks got busy in a hurry: school was ramping up and Aaron was
training harder than ever for the upcoming season, but somehow they ended
up spending more time together.  Aaron reminded Chris of Tigger from Winnie
the Pooh: funny, goofy, and bursting with enthusiasm.  Being around him
made it impossible to stay bummed out about anything for long.  So busy as
they were, they found themselves cooking, catching the occasional movie,
and going to parties together regularly; Aaron hung out with him and Ian at
the frat house, where he quickly bro-bonded with all the guys.  Chris had
to laugh at how quickly it happened--no question, Aaron didn't have a shy
bone in his body.  He let Aaron drag him to some more wrestling keggers and
found that the guys were pretty cool--he actually became a bit of a hero
when he gave a couple of the them some physical therapy tips.  And once he
met Joey and Dave he realized Aaron wasn't just feeding him a line: he was
no relationship expert, but the two of them were clearly into each other in
a big way, on a different level than they were with Aaron.

One benefit of Joey and Dave's relationship was that it left Aaron looking
elsewhere for sex, and so in addition to the parties and joint study
sessions they ended up spending a lot more time in bed together.  Some of
it was just luck: Gabe seemed to have a steady thing going with his
girlfriend, so even though he was still up for some playtime his
availability was limited.  And whatever Big Dave wanted in the bedroom,
Derrick seemed to provide it in spades.  The whole house could hear them
fucking when they got into it, and more than once Chris had jacked off
listening to them.  He knew he'd be welcome to join in--he was pretty sure
Aaron had once or twice--but he still just couldn't bring himself to do it,
especially when their new cop buddy starting coming by.  "Don't worry, shy
is sexy too," Aaron had assured him.  But still...on the nights he could
hear them he inevitably ended up with that blue dildo deep in his ass, hips
pumping as he imagined it was Dave's monster penis making him whimper.

But most nights it was Aaron's cock making him cry out.  He didn't have the
raw size Dave did, but he knew how to use it.  And his oral skills...Chris
had learned not to think about what Aaron's tongue could do to him during
the day, at least not if there was any chance he'd have to stand up soon.
There wasn't a part of his body that Aaron's mouth hadn't been over at some
point, and he'd come to love returning the favor even if he was pretty sure
he wasn't nearly as good at it.

He'd been thinking about it a lot the Friday afternoon before the week of
fall break, and when he got back to the house he was ready to do something
about it: his boxers were soaked where he'd been leaking, and if he looked
carefully he could see the damp spot on his jeans.  So of course no one was
home.  He knew Gabe and Derrick had probably already taken off doing
whatever, but Aaron's flight wasn't until the next morning.  He sighed in
frustration but decided he could hold out a while longer.  Grabbing a beer
from the fridge, he plunked down on the living room floor, leaned back
against the couch (so incredibly uncomfortable they were seriously talking
about hauling it to the dump, screw the cost of a new one), and flicked on
the TV--"Die Hard 2" would be a perfect mindless distraction.

One beer and four dead bad guys later Aaron walked in lugging his gym bag.
"Hey, Die Hard--awesome."

"Better.  It's Die Hard 2: Die Harder."

"Mmmm...I like that theme."  Aaron dropped his bag by the stairs.  "I'm
getting a beer--you want another one?"

"Yeah sure, thanks."  Chris's eyes were on the TV, but he hadn't missed the
fact that Aaron was still pumped from the gym.  He had an amazing body
already, but now...Chris could feel himself stiffening right up.

Aaron came back in with two bottles, standing next to Chris.  "Scoot up."
He handed him one.

"What?  Why?"

"Coz I want to sit behind you.  Scoot up."  Aaron poked his hip with a
foot.  When Chris obligingly moved forward Aaron settled in behind him
against the pillow, legs straddling Chris's body.  He wrapped his free hand
around Chris's waist and pulled him back until he was resting back against
Aaron's chest; Aaron left his hand there after he was settled.  "See?  Not
so bad."  He took a swig of beer.

Chris wiggled a little to make himself more comfortable.  "Yeah, it's
okay."  He took Aaron's hand.

"Okay?!  Just okay?!"  Aaron's tone was one of wounded outrage.  "I worked
chest and shoulders so you could lean up against this magnificent body, and
all I get is 'It's okay'?!!"

Chris couldn't suppress a grin.  "Well, maybe it's pretty nice."

Aaron gripped him tight.  "Nice huh?  I think you'd better aim for
something a bit better than that," he growled in Chris's ear.

"Okay, I guess maybe--MAYBE--I've been thinking about it today.  Some."

"Just some?"  Aaron nibbled his ear.  "That's all I rate?" He set his beer
down and wrapped Chris in both his arms, the nibbling moving down the side
of Chris's neck.  He smelled like soap and clean sweat, and Chris breathed
in deeply.

"Maybe more than some.  Maybe a lot."  He squirmed against Aaron's touch on
his neck, their bodies warm together.

"And what were you thinking about?"  Aaron's voice had gotten husky, and
Chris could feel a lump starting to press against his tailbone.

"Mmmmhh..." Chris squirmed more.  "Stuff."  He took Aaron's right hand and
slid it down to his crotch, then flexed.  "You know."  He ground Aaron's
palm up and down over his damp jeans.

"Oh, that's nice," Aaron whispered, groping him.  "You been this horny all
day?"

Chris arched against him.  "Yeah, since this morning."  He wanted to turn
around to kiss, but Aaron had wrapped his heels around Chris's thighs; that
and his grip held him in place.  Fuck, he was so strong.

"You been wanting to jack off?"  Aaron's lips were moving all over his
neck, and his hands were roving everywhere: not just his crotch, but all
over his torso and thighs as well.  Chris gave a muffled whimper.  "Show
me," Aaron whispered.

His warm breath in Chris's ear made him shiver, and he quickly unbuttoned
his fly to fish out his hard-on.  It seemed to take forever: it wouldn't
come out of his fly opening easily, and Aaron's mouth and hands kept
distracting him.  Finally it was free though, the tip wet and the smell of
pre-cum wafting from it.

Aaron growled in his ear and wrapped his right hand around it: his grip was
warm and slightly calloused from his time in the weight room.  He gave it a
squeeze and Chris groaned: he didn't know why, but Aaron's hand felt so
much sexier than when he did it himself.  Aaron's thumb swirled over his
head, adding fresh drippings to the sticky coating, and began slowly
stroking.  "Were you gonna do this?" he asked in a throaty voice.

"Oh jeez.  Unnnh...yeah....  Unnnnhhh...Aaron....nnngghhh...."  Chris was
helpless to stop his hips from pumping.  There was enough natural lube that
Aaron's grip wasn't chafing, but it was barely enough, and the combination
of pleasure and almost-scraping was driving him nuts.

"Fuck Chris, your cock feels so good...."  Aaron sounded almost hypnotized
as he gradually sped up the handy and Chris began bucking in earnest.
Somehow his mouth found Aaron's, and their tongues met while his cock grew
harder and harder.

"Come for me Chris...I know you're close...shoot your wad.  I wanna jack
you off."  Aaron's grip was still loose, but there was a steady stream of
precum keeping Chris's head lubricated, and he panted in time with the
stimulation he was feeling.

"Aaaaaah!  I'm gonna--I'm--AAAAHHH!"  Chris's body spasmed back into
Aaron's as he arched his hips and exploded.  The first watery jet launched
straight up and splattered back down onto his jeans, followed by four more
that painted his tee shirt and one of Aaron's shoulders with white juice.
The last few were less energetic, but by the time he was done Aaron's hand
was dripping and the whole area around the base of Chris's cock was soaked.
With a deep sigh he relaxed back against Aaron's body, utterly spent.  He
could feel that hard lump was still there, pressed into the base of his
spine, but for the moment he was too drained to think about it.  And Aaron
seemed content to just hold him, at least for the time being.

Eventually Chris recovered enough to speak, weakly.  "Wow.  I thought we
were gonna just go upstairs.  Wow."  He tucked his cock back into his
jeans, easier now that it was softening.

Aaron sounded amused.  "I thought you might like a handy for a change."  He
brought his right hand up and Chris could hear him licking it.  "I know I
did."

"Man," Chris breathed, "that was great.  I can't believe that a few months
ago I never would've done this."

He felt Aaron stiffen, and the licking stopped.  "Whadya mean?"

"I mean, I'd never really thought about doing anything with a guy before,
but then...you know...we moved in, and, well, here we are."  He shrugged.

"So you'd never wanted to be with a guy before you, um, met us?" his voice
was almost too casual.  What was going on?

"I dunno.  I mean, maybe I'd thought about it a bit, but never, you know,
done anything about it.  Even with myself."

"What..." he heard Aaron swallow; Chris could feel him trembling.  "What
if...there was, like, some sort of pill that could...like...open your mind
up to the idea of, you know...a guy?"

"Well, I...wait."  Chris turned around to look at Aaron.  He was white as a
ghost and looked terrified; his hard on was long gone.  "What's going on?"

"I--we--" Aaron looked like he was going to be sick.  In a rush he said "A
while back Joey and Dave and I found these pills by accident, and we took
'em one night, together, and that was the first time we hooked up.  And
since then...." he shrugged.  "And we..." he took a deep breath and looked
Chris in the eye.  "And I put some of that stuff in your drink the night
you moved in."  He cringed like a dog waiting to be kicked.

Chris shook his head.  That couldn't be right.  That was some sort of
science fiction bullshit: there was no such thing as a gay pill.  And
anyway, he hadn't taken any pills.  He'd just gotten really horny, like the
other guys.  All of a sudden.  A feeling of horror washed over him.  "Are
you saying," he asked, his voice low, "you gave me a drug so I'd want to
fuck you?"

Aaron shrank in on himself, arms falling to his sides.  "Yes," he
whispered.  "It wasn't...it--" he took a deep breath and forced himself to
look Chris in the eye.  "Yes," he said simply.

Chris felt numb.  This couldn't be happening.  He was going to find a nice
girl his parents liked, settle down, get married, and have a normal life.
"A normal life," he whispered to himself.  And here was the person who had
taken all that away.  Who was going to make him a fucking outcast.  From
his family, from his town, from everyone, and for what?  He could feel the
rage building.  "You fucking piece of shit.  I could've been happy--I
could've--I could've been fucking NORMAL--but you had to get laid, didn't
you?  You _fucked me over_--" he jumped to his feet, trembling with fury
and fear, "SO YOU COULD FUCKING GET LAID!!!"  He was screaming.  He didn't
care.

Aaron shrank in on himself, eyes red.  "I never wanted to hurt you," he
whispered.

"SHUT UP!!!  SHUT!  THE FUCK!  UP!!!" Chris's mind was reeling, and he
thought he might throw up.  "Do you have any idea what my parents will do
if they find out about--this?!  Do you?  What my friends will think?!  Of
the fucking pervert you made me?"  Chris wiped his eyes.  "The one good
thing that came out of this situation, the ONLY FUCKING THING, was you, and
SURPRISE!!  You're the motherfucker who caused it all!  Congratulations
Aaron!  You FUCKING win!!"  He stormed up the stairs to his room, hardly
noticing as he wiped his cheeks.

Downstairs, Aaron pressed his hands to his eyes and wept.
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By the time Chris got out of bed the next morning Aaron was long gone.
There was a handwritten note in front of his door that read.  "C-- I am so
sorry for everything.  I'll find a way to make this right, I swear.  --A"
Chris crumpled it up and was going to throw it in the waste basket, but at
the last minute just left it on his desk.  He went to the gym, worked out
harder than he had in months, and finally staggered home, too exhausted to
think.

The next few days were more of the same.  He blew off his friends' invites
to parties, claiming he was burned out.  He worked out until his mind was
numb, ate if he had to, and slept.  He bumped into Big Dave around the
house a few times, but the blond giant quickly realized Chris was in no
mood to talk, let alone hang out..  Aaron sent two more texts: "I'm so
sorry.  I'm a piece of shit," and "Be mad at me, but please don't hate
yourself.  I'm so sorry."  He ignored them, but couldn't bring himself to
hit Delete.

By the time he left the gym Thursday evening his rage had more or less
burned itself out.  His life was still a smoldering ruin, but he at least
felt like he could put up a civil front.  He showered and grabbed the last
of the tuna salad in the fridge, then marched into the living room to watch
TV.  Dave was there and eyed him warily when he came in, then scooted over
so the two of them could share the one marginally comfortable spot on the
couch.  He said nothing while Chris finished his food in silence.

"You've been a little pissy lately," he ventured during the next commercial
break.

"Sorry."  Chris felt a twinge of guilt--it wasn't Dave's fault.  He was as
much a victim as Chris was.

Dave gave a neutral grunt of acknowledgement.  "You and Aaron fight or
something?"

Chris shrugged, keeping his gaze on the TV.  "Yeah, you could say that."

"Mm."  The silence stretched out.

"Do you like hooking up with guys?" Chris hadn't planned to say anything,
but this just sort of burst out.

Dave grinned.  "Shit yeah.  It's fucking awesome."

Chris looked over at that, surprised.  "So you've always messed around with
dudes?"

"Well no," Dave said, "not before you guys.  But I fucking love it."

"So...." Chris chose his words with care: he was pissed at Aaron, but if
Dave got angry there was a good chance someone would end up in the
emergency room.  And not Dave. "If there was some pill that could make you
like guys, would you care?  Or not like guys?"

"You mean, if I could take a pill so I wouldn't like dick, would I do it?"
Chris nodded.  "Fuck no.  I told you, it's a blast."  He gave Chris a look.
"Is this what you've been throwing a hissy about?  Messing around with
dudes?"

He said it with disbelief, and Chris felt the faintest twinge of guilt.
Was he wrong to have been so angry?  No, absolutely not.  Aaron had done
this to him.  He realized Dave was still waiting for an answer.  "Yeah, I
guess.  Maybe."

"So lemme guess: you had your whole life planned, you were gonna marry the
first chick you banged, buy a house in the country, and pop out a coupla
kids--done.  Was that it?"

Chris shrugged.  It sounded kind of stupid that way.  "I guess."

"Dude, tell me straight up: were you cherry?"

"What?" Chris was confused.

"Did you ever have sex with anyone before you moved in here?  Bang any
chicks?  No judging."  He held his hands up.

Chris felt his face turn bright red.  "Um, no."

"So you didn't want to get laid with a chick so bad you couldn't wait for
the first twenty years of your life, and now you're all bitter 'coz you
found out you like doing it with dudes?"

"Well aren't you?"  Dave was supposed to be taking his side in this, not
making him feel like whiner.

"Fuck no, I told you.  It's not like I still don't like pussy--you woulda
seen the one I banged last Saturday if you hadn't been busy sulking."

"So wait, you do girls too?"

Dave snorted.  "Of course.  It's awesome."  His look turned thoughtful.
"But man...that shit Derrick does...."  He shook his head.  "That shit gets
me off like nothing else."

"Yeah, we know."  Chris gave a half grin.

"You can hear that huh?"  Dave grinned back.

Chris snorted softly.  "I think the whole neighborhood can."

Dave put his arm up on the back of the sofa and turned to face him.  "So
how come you never joined us?  Gabe told me how much you like big dick, and
I saw you watching me that night we moved in."  His right hand moved down
to the leg of his jeans, where he began rubbing the bulge there.  "I know
you like getting fucked," he said in a lower voice, and now his gaze was
locked on Chris's.  "And my cock gets so hard when Derrick plays with
me--you should see it.  You can't tell me you don't think about it
sometimes."  They could both see the bulge in his jeans leg swelling
rapidly.  "Don't you?"

Chris nodded and swallowed.  "Yeah."  He'd been too upset and tired to be
anything like horny the last several days, but now, looking at the sausage
extending halfway down Dave's massive thigh...he licked his lips.

"You go back to your room and jerk off?  Thinking about my cock in your
ass?  Pounding that tight little hole?"  Dave was starting to breath
heavier too.  When Chris nodded dumbly he continued.  "I can hear you too
sometimes, telling Aaron to fuck harder.  It gets me so fuckin' hot,
thinking about that ass of yours wrapped around my dick."  His hand slid
over into Chris's crotch and squeezed the hard-on he found, then slid lower
to start rubbing his taint and hole.  Chris let out a sharp breath and
began rubbing Dave's huge member through his jeans.  Gaze still locked with
Chris's, Dave gave a low growl of arousal.  "That's it bro, get me good and
hard.  I am gonna shred that fucking hole of yours," Chris gasped as Dave
squeezed him hard, forcing him to dribble in his shorts, "just the way you
want."

Dave stood up, tented jeans right in front of Chris's face.  "Let's fuck."
He headed upstairs to his room and Chris followed without a word.

When they got to the room Dave immediately pulled off his clothes, while
Chris stood there a little uncertainly.  Usually he and Aaron would undress
each other, but it looked like that wasn't how Dave worked.

"C'mon dude, strip." Dave hopped on one leg as he pulled off his jeans.
"Lemme see that fine ass."  Chris kicked off his shoes and pulled off his
shirt, then paused as he got a full view of Dave's naked body.  Covered in
pale blond fur, his well-defined pecs and abs still stood out, along with
his massive quads and calves.  And there in the middle, rising up from a
bush that manscaping had barely tamed, was what Chris had fantasized about.
It wasn't quite as fat as Gabe's, but that didn't matter: the cut head
easily rose up eight inches or more from its base.  Fresh fluid leaked from
it as Chris watched, dribbling down towards his smooth balls hanging
heavily in their sack.

Chris couldn't resist.  Not waiting to pull off his shorts he fell to his
knees to take the monster in his mouth, one hand wrapped around the massive
shaft, the other sliding into his shorts to stroke his own meat.  He sighed
with pleasure as the nutty flavor filled his mouth, and swirled his tongue
to collect more, then slid down to engulf as much as he could, his lips
keeping a tight seal as he sucked.  He felt Dave's hand grip his head, and
heard a muttered "Fuck yeah dude, suck it," and was rewarded with a fresh
trickle of flavor.  It was different than Aaron's--less sweet, but not any
less of a turn-on to taste.  He began bobbing his head up and down.  Even
with everything he'd learned from Aaron he couldn't get the whole thing in
his mouth, but the noises Dave was making said he was doing okay.

Dave's hips had begun instinctively pumping as Chris got him more and more
worked up, and he'd moved his right hand around to slide a digit into his
hole.  Chris grabbed hold of his massive glutes and pulled them apart so
Dave could finger himself more easily.  "Oh fuck yeah man," he grunted,
"fuck yeah."  Precum was practically pouring out now as he tickled his
prostate, and he licked his lips as he eyed the fine ass sticking out below
him.

Chris's own shorts were growing wet.  His asshole itched with a need for
attention, and without even thinking he let go of Dave's furry ass to slide
his left hand down the back of his shorts in a mirror image of the blond
jock's actions.  His index finger slid through his lightly-furred crack,
questing until he reached the wrinkled skin of his pucker.  A wave of
pleasure rolled out from his groin as his finger slid in to the second
knuckle, and he paused his oral efforts to let out a muffled groan of
enjoyment.

"Oh shit," Dave breathed out.  "Aaron was right about how hot you are."  He
pulled out of Chris's mouth.  "Get your shorts off bro.  It's time to
fuck."

Chris scrambled to his feet and out of his shorts.  The brief stimulation
of his hole had lit a fire, and all he could think about was getting Dave's
cock in there.  Dave knelt before him and greedily swallowed most of his
wet dick, slurping up and down while Chris tried to keep from coming.  He
pulled off before it was too late though and stood back up, wiping his
mouth.  "Damn that's some tasty meat."  He turned Chris around.  "Get on
your hands and knees man.  I wanna do you doggy style."  Chris climbed on
the bed and got in position, hard-on bobbing beneath him.

Usually he and Aaron did it in the missionary position.  He knew it was
kind of vanilla, but he loved making out together, and the feel of Aaron's
warm body moving on top of him.  Not with Dave apparently: no making out,
just pure fucking.  He felt a shiver of lust at the thought and spread his
knees wider in invitation.

"Hang on," Dave said, "Derrick got this lube we use.  You're gonna fuckin'
love this."  He fumbled briefly in his bedside table drawer, where Chris
glimpsed a couple of dildos, some padded cuffs, and other items he couldn't
identify.  There was also a tube of lube, which Dave retrieved before
positioning himself behind Chris.

Chris braced himself for the invasion.  From the times he'd been with Gabe
he knew it would hurt at first, but as long as Dave didn't go too fast he
could take it.  His asshole twitched as Dave squeezed a cold glob of the
lube on it, but instead of a massive cock head splitting him open a single
finger slid in, pushing the gel inside.  Even that was enough to make him
whimper, and he felt a glob of precum drip off his dick head onto the
bedspread as his face flushed.  Dave's finger began working in and out,
twisting around and spreading the lube deep in his guts.  A second one soon
joined it, rubbing and stretching, and as it did he could feel a warm glow
building inside him, sensitizing his tissues.  The rubbing from Dave's
fingers made the sensation grow with each stroke, a pleasurable itch that
demanded scratching.  It was the same feeling he'd gotten when Brad played
with his ass the night they'd moved in, and he realized this must be the
same lube or something like it.  He groaned in anticipation: Brad's cock up
his ass that night had made him cum like never before, and now Dave was
here with that massive cock...instinct made him push his hips back against
Dave's hand, urging it deeper.  But fingers weren't enough, not nearly
enough.  "Fuck me," he gasped.

"Hell yeah," Dave agreed, and positioned himself to line up on Chris's ass.
Surrounded by a dusting of black hair, the jock's hungry hole was already
gaping open for him. He pressed the fat head against the pink flesh,
leaving a smear of precum in Chris's crack as it started to sink in; he
paused waiting for Chris to adjust.  "You still want one of those pills so
you don't want a dick in your ass anymore?"

"Mmmmnnnnhh...nooo," Chris panted, "Just fuck me."

Dave slapped his ass and Chris jumped in surprise, the distraction giving
Dave the opportunity to slide his head past the tight ring.  Chris
whimpered, and Dave slapped the other cheek and pressed in another inch.
"Take it.  This is the cock you want."  Slap.  Push.  Groan.  "Take my
meat."  Slap.  Push.  Deep groan.  Chris's hands were clenched in the
sheets.  "Admit it, you fucking cock hound."  Slap.  Push.  Another groan,
louder this time.  "You love getting fucked.  Say it, bitch."  Dave rammed
the rest of the way in, grinding his pubes against Chris's pale muscular
ass.

Chris could barely think.  Each time he thought he'd taken the whole thing,
that his hole was completely filled, Dave sank in deeper.  Waves of
pleasure pulsed from his ass through his body until it was all he could
think of; pure lust took over.  "Yes!  Fuck me Dave.  Fuck my ass!" he
hissed.  Being filled up wasn't enough: he needed to feel that piece of
meat ramming into him, pounding his hole, tearing him up.  He ground his
hips against Dave's groin, the sensation of fur against his ass feeding his
slutty urges.  For once he stopped thinking about what he was doing, and
gave himself over to the raw animal pleasure he was feeling.  Dave's cock
commanded his full attention, there was no room to think about anything
else as it began sliding in and out.  "Hardeeeer!" he commanded.  There was
a pause, and then Dave slowly (too slowly) withdrew until just the tip of
his head remained inside, teasing his hole for a brief second.

"Take my cock dude," Dave said through gritted teeth, Grabbing Chris's
hips, he slammed into him hard enough to push his face into the pillow.

His hole wasn't completely loosened up, but this massive stroke took care
of that.  A burst of pleasure spread from his sphincter as it was opened up
all the way, followed by another as Dave's hips slammed against him,
driving his cock hard against Chris's prostate.  His balls had been
building up jizz for six days now, the need to dump their load growing
while he'd gone down on Dave, and more as the stimulation in his ass had
increased.  This final assault had tipped the scales, and before he could
say anything his cock exploded in a hands-free orgasm--something he never
thought could happen.  But it was now: his sphincter spasmed, and watery
jets burst from from his flaring cock head.  He squeezed his eyes shut and
quivered with pleasure: Dave hadn't stopped pounding him, and each thrust
added to his orgasm.  A long quavering "Aaaaaaahhh!" burst from him,
muffled by the pillow.

"Shoot that fuckin' load Chris.  So fuckin' hot...ride my cock...."  Dave
was pumping at a steady pace, getting off on Chris's orgasm.  Shooting his
load hands-free showed just how much he craved Dave's meat, and the big
blond felt a surge of testosterone.

Chris's orgasm faded but Dave's pounding was relentless, and he hardly
began to soften before the fat shaft forced him fully erect again.  He was
barely aware of his hands clawing the sheets: the things Dave were doing to
his asshole demanded his attention.  No sooner would he adjust to the
rhythm of a solid long-dicking, begging Dave to go faster, than the burly
blond would switch to short jackrabbit strokes that pounded his prostate
relentlessly.  "Harder," he panted, and then Dave slowed down and added a
circular motion to his thrusts--no longer so deep, but stretching his hole
even wider; the pleasure so intense all he could do was gasp.  Memories of
Aaron doing this to him rose up, momentarily breaking his focus, and then
Dave's monster was ramming deep into him again and all he could think to do
was beg for more, and more, and more.  He barely noticed Dave's sweat
dripping on his back, or of the increased volume of his grunts as he thrust
inside Chris's ravaged ass, but when a warm paw wrapped around his dripping
dick and started stroking him off he knew the end was near.

"Fuck," Dave panted, "I'm gonna nut.  Aaahhnnn!"  His hips and hand moved
faster, and then he pulled Chris's chest up, one arm pinning their muscular
torsos together as the other jacked the smaller man's cock relentlessly.
The different position added just the stimulation his cock needed, and he
exploded into the warm hole.

It was all Chris needed too.  Pulling him into a kneeling position, Dave
had found a new way to stimulate his ass, and the pleasure was more than he
could bear.  His mind reeled from the sensations assaulting it: not just
the cock pulsing in his ass, but the soft fur of Dave's body pressed
against him from his shoulders down to his asshole.  The smell of masculine
sweat filling his nostrils, and Dave's massive arm squeezing his chest
tight.  And not least the feeling coming from his cock, now in Dave's iron
grip.  It was rock hard, and he screamed when Dave's palm rubbed against
the slick tip.  Blasts of semen shot into Dave's hand, the lubrication
sensitizing the head even more, and his ass spasmed around Dave's shaft.
Dave gave a shout and pressed deeper into him, the flaring, spitting head
pulsing deep in Chris's guts.

When Chris's vision finally cleared he felt like he'd been working out for
hours.  He collapsed weakly back onto his elbows, panting; Dave was too
spent to hold him up.  Post-orgasmic shudders ran through his body as
Dave's still-hard member shifted inside him, and he bit his lip with a
small moan as it began sliding out.  Part of him didn't want it to end, but
now that he'd come he was more aware of just how thoroughly Dave had
wrecked his chute.  When Dave was fully out he could sense his hole gaping,
warm liquid trickling out to drip down his taint--he'd have to clean up
thoroughly before he put his clothes back on.  Chris flopped down onto his
belly--he could feel wet streaks everywhere from where he'd shot--and Dave
collapsed onto his back next to him.

"Holy shit man, that was fucking unbelievable."  Dave took in a deep
breath, then let out a satisfied sigh.  "No wonder Aaron wants you all to
himself."

"Huh?" The mention of Aaron's name brought Chris back to earth with a jolt.

"Dude, you were fucking hot.  I mean, I know I'm louder and shit, but you
were hardcore.  Made me horny as fuck doing you like that."  He gave
Chris's ass a light swat.  "Gonna have to talk to your boy about that."

"Whadya mean?"

"You know.  I mean, haven't you wondered why the rest of us haven't been
trying to jump your bones?"

"Ummm...I guess."

"It's no big deal or anything.  Aaron just kinda took us aside, said he
wasn't sure you were totally cool with this man-on-man action, and we
should give you some space.  Now that I know how you really feel," he
grinned, "I'm thinking you might be interested in a repeat performance."

"Oh."  Chris didn't know what to say.  He'd had no idea that Aaron was
looking out for him like that, and he wasn't sure how he felt about random
hookups with Dave, even if the sex had blown him away.

"Hey, no pressure man, whatever you like.  You know where to find me."
Dave grabbed a tee shirt off the floor and wiped his crotch, then stood up.

"You don't want to, uh, hang out for a bit?" Chris asked.  He and Aaron
would almost always spoon up together after sex, talking and joking around.
Apparently that wasn't Dave's thing.

"Nah, gonna clean up and watch the rest of the game.  Hang out if you want
though--once you've recovered."  He gave Chris a broad wink and padded to
the bathroom.  Chris decided he'd look pretty lame just lying there, so he
got out of bed.  He could use Aaron's bathroom to clean up in.

Sure enough, his ass was pretty sore the next couple of days; when Dave
offered him a chance at a repeat performance Saturday he was tempted, but
took a pass.  Dave shrugged, unconcerned.  "Anytime you change your mind
bro..."

Sunday came, and Gabe and Derrick returned to the house.  Aaron would be
getting back sometime that evening, and Chris could feel his stomach
churning in anticipation.  A brutal workout helped his nerves some, but
nowhere near enough.  He forced himself to eat some spaghetti with the rest
of the guys in front of the TV, if only for the distraction, but when a
blast of cool fall air announced someone opening the front door he felt his
heart pound in his chest.

He couldn't stop from looking.  Aaron stood there in jeans and a hoodie,
duffle in one hand, but not the Aaron he knew.  This one was haggard,
bloodshot eyes with dark circles under them stark on his pale face.  He'd
shaved off the goofy hockey-stick sideburns Chris and the guys had teased
him about, and his shoulders were slumped.  If he was Tigger before, now he
was Tigger without his bounce.  A pang of pity went through Chris's heart.

"Well you look like shit," Gabe commented.  "Welcome back."

Aaron looked at him dully.  "Yeah.  Sick I guess.  I'm gonna go to bed."
He gave Chris a stricken look and plodded up the stairs without another
word, head down.

"Shit," Gabe said, "he'd better not pass that around.  I do not need the
flu before midterms."  He turned back to his pasta and the TV.

Chris finished his meal and made up his mind.  He'd been so, so angry, but
that seemed a long time ago now somehow.  Seeing how Aaron had taken it was
breaking his heart.  "I'll see if he wants any food.  Any spaghetti left?"

"Yeah, plenty," Derrick said absently.  "Help yourself."

Chris grabbed a bowl of noodles and sauce, put some cheese on it, and
headed upstairs.  By the time he got to Aaron's door his heart was
pounding; he forced himself to take a deep breath and then went in.

Aaron was sitting on his bed, leaning back against the wall.  He had an
Econ book in his lap, but it wasn't open and Chris doubted he had actually
been reading it.  When he saw Chris he flinched and put his head down,
saying nothing, just looking heartbroken, and Chris felt the last of his
anger melt away.  He closed the door behind him.  "I got you some
spaghetti.  Lotsa cheese."

Aaron's voice was hoarse and subdued.  "Thanks.  You didn't have to."  He
didn't move, so Chris set the bowl and fork down on the bedside desk.

"I thought it might help.  You look like shit A."

"I am a piece of shit.  You were right: I ruined your life.  I let my dick
do my thinking, and now you're stuck dealing with it."

"Aaron--"

"No, I told you I'd fix this and I will."  His voice was low and fierce,
and he wouldn't look up.  "I'll talk to Derrick--he got that juice from
someone he knows in the lab.  They must have something that'll make it go
away.  I'll pay whatever it costs, and then you'll be okay.  That's all
that matters.  You should be happy."  He wiped his cheeks absently.

"Aaron, I--"

"Don't worry, I'll move out.  I think there are a couple of guys I know who
would want to swap rooms.  I'll call them tomorrow."

"Aaron, stop!  Just, stop it!"  Chris felt his eyes watering.  He had to
stop this before it broke his heart.

Aaron looked at him and gave a sad shrug.  "Sorry Chris, it's the best I
can do."  He looked away again.

"No, that's not what--look, can I sit down?"  Aaron scooted over and Chris
sat on the bed.  "Look, I was really mad, I know.  And...I guess I still am
a little bit.  But...I think maybe I'm more mad at my parents, and the
people who make me feel like shit for being with you.  And--" he took a
deep breath, remembering what Dave had said, "it's not like I had something
going on before we met.  I mean, I hadn't even had sex with anyone
before...us.  And I dunno, maybe that was because I thought I was waiting
for some perfect girl, but maybe it was because I was waiting for someone
else, like maybe...you."

For the first time Aaron met his gaze, tentative hope growing on it.  "What
do you mean?"

"I mean I like you.  A lot.  You're really nice to me, like, always--you're
really nice to everyone.  And you're always up for fun--I feel like I'm
hanging out with Tigger.  It's awesome.  And," this was harder to say, but
his sore ass made the truth undeniable, "sex with you is great.  Maybe it's
because of the pills, or maybe not, but I think about us together all the
time and I love it."

"You don't have to say that."

"I know.  But it's true.  I don't know how I feel about sex with girls, but
I know it's great with the two of us.  And anyway, it's not like Gabe and
Dave aren't sleeping with women, so I guess I could too if I wanted to."
He looked Aaron in the eyes.  "But I want you."

"Me too."  Aaron's voice was quiet.  He was still holding himself back,
unsure, and Chris realized it was up to him to put an end to this.

"Come here."  He reached out and pulled Aaron's face to his, and gently
kissed him.  "I'm sorry I got so mad.  I'm just not really used to all this
yet, and I'm kinda freaking out still.  I'm sorry I took it out on you."
He kissed him again.  "Hey.  Why are you crying?  You're supposed to be
happy."  Tears were running down Aaron's face, and he was sniffling.  "What
is it?"  He squeezed Aaron's neck gently.

"Fuck.  Sorry."  Aaron wiped his nose on his sleeve.  "It's just...this is
hard for me too, y'know?  And when I had Joey and Dave around it was the
three of us together, and we had each others' backs, right?But then they
went off doing their own thing, which is cool, but then it was just me on
my own.  I mean Derrick sorta too, but, y'know."  He shrugged.  They both
knew Darren wasn't really a heart-to-heart chat kind of guy.  "So I guess
some of the reason I, I did what I did was I wanted someone else.  You
know, to be with?  Like they were.  And there you were."  He gave a weak
smile and sniffed.  "You're so nice, like seriously, you're the nicest
person I know.  And you're humble about everything--you never brag, even
when you're totally kicking ass at something.  And you're always doing
stuff for me--you even bring me spaghetti the way I like it after I've been
a shit to you."  Aaron gathered himself up, gripped Chris's arms, and
looked him in the eye.  "I swear to God, I will never hurt you again.
Ever.  No matter what."  Don't leave me, his eyes pled.

"Oh jeez," Chris didn't know what to say.  That was probably the most
heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to him, and now he was the one feeling
emotional.  "Aaron...."  He pulled Aaron back in, cupping his head in his
hands, and gave him a long firm kiss.  "It's okay," he breathed, then dove
back in.  When he felt Aaron's hand move to the back of his head and his
mouth open to let Chris's tongue in, he knew it was going to be all right.
Their kissing became more forceful, tongue meeting tongue and pressing
together as their breath came more heavily; small urgent noises came from
Aaron's throat.

Some time passed this way, but eventually Chris wanted more.  He sensed
Aaron was still holding back, waiting for him to give the OK.  "Take off
your clothes," he mumbled hoarsely.

"Yeah?" Aaron looked at him intently, still not entirely sure of his
footing.

Okay, Chris thought, now this is getting a little silly.  "Jesus Aaron,
yes.  Unless you want me to blow a load in my pants in about five minutes.
We haven't been together for over a week--I wanna see you naked."

That brought back the Aaron he knew.  He gave Chris a roguish look.  "Well,
since you insist..." and leaned forward to pull off his hoodie and tee
shirt.  Chris took a few seconds to properly admire his body, then hopped
off the bed and stripped in record time.  Now that the fight was over he
realized he was feeling extremely horny, and when his pants came off Aaron
was aware of it too: his hard on stood straight up and was oozing
generously.  Aaron watched in appreciation while he played with himself,
still boning up.  He raised one eyebrow as Chris climbed back on the bed
and straddled his thighs.  "Someone's horny."

"Yeah," Chris sighed, and wrapped his hand around both their cocks,
pressing the shafts together.  "I guess there's something to this makeup
sex stuff after all."  Aaron had hardened completely from the
shaft-on-shaft contact, and was starting to leak.  "And it's been a little
while."

"Yeah?"  Aaron raised his eyebrows.  He was about to make an additional
comment, then thought better of it under the circumstances.

Chris kept stroking slowly, not wanting to rush things.  "Well, I, uh,
hooked up with Dave on Thursday."  He knew Aaron had been doing some
fooling around as well, and Aaron knew that Gabe had given him some relief
a couple of times, but it still felt a little weird talking about it.

"Oh yeah?"  Aaron looked excited, not bothered, and his hands began rubbing
over Chris's body, palms sliding up his thighs to his hips, and then up to
his torso.  "How was it?"  He began rolling Chris's nipples between his
fingers, teasing them to hardness, and Chris let out a low rumble of
approval.

"Mmmm...his dick felt really good.  I came the first time without even
touching myself.  I didn't know you could do that."

"Oh man," Aaron sighed, "I would love to see that."  He'd begun rocking his
hips slowly as Chris got him going.

"You wouldn't mind?  Dave told me you kinda said something to him about
leaving me alone."

Aaron's hands returned to wandering over Chris's torso, back, and ass.  "I
just knew that this stuff was hard for you.  I didn't want him pushing you
to do anything you didn't want."  He kissed Chris's sternum.

"Thank you for looking out for me," Chris said softly, and gave him a brief
kiss.  "But I wanted it.  And now I want this."  He gave Aaron's shaft a
squeeze.  "Grab the lube."  He rose up on his knees while Aaron fumbled in
the bedside table for the dispenser, then waited for the wrestler to get
slicked up.  When he was ready Chris positioned the warm head against his
hole and began to sink down.  An inch or so in he sucked in his breath and
paused: he was more sore than he'd thought.

Aaron looked briefly concerned, then figured it out.  "Still feeling Dave's
tender touch?"

Chris gave a little laugh, trying to relax.  "Yeah, you could say that."
He sank down another fraction of an inch--it wasn't too bad if he took it
real slow.

"Take your time--no rush.  I know how it feels, believe me."  Aaron's hands
were caressing him everywhere, warm and gentle.

"You and Dave hooked up?"  Chris wasn't actually that interested, but he
needed a distraction.

"Well yeah, but he never fucked me.  But Joey sure has, and he's probably a
little bigger than Dave."

Chris gave him a disbelieving look, then had to grit his teeth as Aaron's
dick went in too fast; he paused temporarily.  "Joey?  But...he's so, you
know, little.  I mean he's buff, but...a little guy."

Aaron smiled and waggled his eyebrows.  "Not where it counts.  Believe me.
He's a fucking tripod."

Chris settled all the way down and stopped, letting his hole adjust.  The
pain hadn't been so severe that he'd softened much, and he began stroking
himself back to full hardness.  "Really?"  Bigger than Dave, he thought.
That would be something.

"Oh yeah."  Aaron gave him one of his "you're making me horny--keep going"
looks.  "Why, does that get you hot?  Thinking about those big dicks?"

"Uh huh."  Chris started slowly rocking his hips while he stroked.  His ass
didn't hurt much if he kept the movements small, and the sensation in his
dick more than made up for it.  "It makes my dick ache.  Mmmmhhh..."
Aaron's gentle movement was just what he needed, and he picked up speed as
he got into it.

"Maybe you should do it again."  Aaron pulled their torsos closer and began
running his tongue over Chris's chest.  "Would you like that?"

"Yeah.  Yeah."  Chris was panting lightly as he started bouncing slightly
up and down.  Even a week ago this sort of dirty talk would've made him
uncomfortable, but Dave had made him accept the truth of what he really
wanted.  And it was Aaron he was talking to--it was safe, in some way, to
let go with him.  "I'd like that."  He slowed down briefly to look at
Aaron.  "Would you?"

"Mmmm...yeah...if I could be there."  Aaron had started chewing on a
nipple, and Chris pulled his face tight into his pec in encouragement.  "I
love watching you get off.  You look so hot when you do."  He switched to
the other nipple.  "I'd suck you off while you were getting
bred...mmmmhh...take you in my mouth while you blew your load...."  His
hand clamped down over Chris's, forcing him to masturbate in earnest.
"...all down my throat and on my face while that fat cock pumped into your
ass...."  He rocked his hips slowly, grinding up into Chris's groin.

Chris whimpered.  The thought of a cock like Dave's inside him, while Aaron
worked him over...it was too much.  He let out a strangled "aaaahhhaa!!"
and blew his load.  He shifted his grip away from his piss slit so that the
jizz could fly freely onto Aaron's chest and neck--he knew how much the
wrestler got off on a good basting.  He kept up until his balls were
completely drained, then slid a couple of fingers into Aaron's warm mouth
to be cleaned by his greedy tongue.

As he regained his senses he realized that Aaron was still rock hard inside
him.  Come to think of it... "A.  Did you get off?"

Aaron's glazed lips curled into a smile.  "Nope.  But it's fine--I got what
I wanted."  He planted a kiss on the sparse hairs over Chris's sternum.

Chris felt a wave of guilt.  That'd been so hot...it wasn't fair that Aaron
couldn't enjoy it too.  He started gingerly rocking his hips up and down as
much as he could tolerate; hopefully it'd be enough for Aaron to get off.
But Aaron put a stop to it, pressing his hands firmly down to hold his hips
in place.  "Stop.  Really, it's okay.  You're too sore."

"I'm fine, really."  Chris started to move again.

"I said stop."  A fierce note had crept into Aaron's voice.  "I told you
I'm not going to hurt you again."

"Oh Aaron," Chris didn't know how to name the emotion he was feeling, so he
just pulled Aaron's warm head to his chest and held him tight for a few
seconds.  "I'll be fine.  But thank you."  He squeezed him again, then
carefully lifted himself off Aaron's crotch.  "I still wanna see you nut
though."  He settled down on the bed and ran his hand the length of the
slimy shaft, then wrapped his fingers around it to begin stroking.  Aaron
gave a little gasp, then nodded.

"I'm close.  I'm--aah--really close."  Chris's hand moved up and down
faster, occasionally adding a twisting motion while giving the head some
extra attention.  "Ah ah ah ahhhhhh...oh Jesus Chris I'm gonna shoot, I'm
gonna AAAAHH!"  A thick white jet burst from the head of his penis,
followed by another, and another.  Chris wasn't able to get his mouth in
position until near the end, but he still got a healthy dollop of warm
cream; he sighed happily as he swallowed.  Aaron's fingers were tangled in
his hair, pulling him down into his crotch and Chris inhaled deeply,
relishing the masculine scent of cock and cum.  He knew now that this meant
his life wasn't going to be the easy ride he'd thought, but he also knew
that it was worth it.

When Aaron was done and had softened he slid down until he was lying next
to Chris.  "I guess we should hop in the shower..." he murmured.

"Later," Chris said.  He was sleepy and satisfied, and part of him wanted
Aaron's smell to stay on him as long as possible.  "I'm too tired right
now."  He rolled onto his side, an invitation for Aaron to spoon up behind
him like they always did.  As he felt the familiar muscular warmth press
into his backside, sticky up top and furry lower down, he relaxed into the
welcome presence, gradually drifting off with Aaron's arm draped over him.

Just before he did he felt Aaron shift his weight, leaning to whisper in
his ear.  "Thank you."

A warm glow spread out from Chris's heart.  He gave Aaron's hand a squeeze.
"G'night Tigger."