Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2006 18:29:37 -1000
From: S turner <scotty.13411@hotmail.com>
Subject: Strange Bedfellows, Chapter 9

STRANGE BEDFELLOWS
Chapter 9

Revised Disclaimer:  The following story is a mostly-fictional account of
the author's experiences and relationships while a college student.  It
contains graphic depictions of consensual sexual encounters between adult
men.  In fact, this particular episode contains A LOT of such depictions,
but if you've been reading the previous chapters, then you know that
already, and you wouldn't be reading it otherwise.   All of the characters
are either men or women who really exist(ed), and whose names have been
changed.  Or, they are composites of people he knew, or they might be pure
fantasies.  Any resemblance to real people, either living dead, is an
innocent coincidence, and is also a damned shame.  If you are not old enough
in your state to read sexually explicit material, then get the hell out of
here. Feedback is always welcomed, however.  Let me know what you think.
Reader's responses really do make a difference.  Many thanks to you who have
taken the time to touch base with me. You may contact me, if you wish, at
scotty.13411@hotmail.com.  Hope you enjoy.

This story is copyrighted, 2006, and may not be reproduced, reprinted or
reposted without the expressed, written permission of the author.

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     Scott opened the door to Maureen's apartment and silently motioned for
the other three to enter.  Mittens, who had been lounging on the couch, beat
a hasty retreat to the safety of Maureen's bedroom.  `Smart cat,' Scott
thought as the feline's black and white ass disappeared into the darkness.
Jesse had the fake nose off by this time, but the rest of the costumes were
still intact.  Scott closed the door and grabbed Marty by the waist and
whispered into his ear.  "Happy Birthday. We got you a little something for
the occasion."  He nudged him forward an arm's length, grabbing the cape to
remove it as he stepped toward Frank.

     Jesse repeated the message in Frank's ear, and gave him a friendly
shove.  Marty grabbed Frank around the waist, and his other hand cupped the
ample package under the green fabric.  "Happy Birthday, buddy," Marty
giggled.

     "Looks like it's gonna be..."

     Marty stuck his tongue in Frank's mouth.  Frank was a bit surprised,
but recovered quickly, sucking on Marty's tongue as he reached around,
grabbed his ass and ground their dicks together.

     As Scott was removing his own cape and mask, he felt Jesse's strong
arms wrap around him from behind.  One hand groped at his crotch as the
other rubbed across his chest.  Jesse's coat and vest were already on the
couch, so Scott turned around and unclipped the bowtie, then started
unbuttoning Jesse's shirt. He slid the suspenders off of Jesse's shoulders
and pulled the tails out from the waistband of his pants as he undid the
last two buttons.  His hands went to work on Jesse's massive pecs.  Jesse
gasped when Scott stopped massaging and pinched both nipples.  Scott leaned
down and kissed him as he slid the shirt off of Jesse's large shoulders.
After shaking his arms free of the sleeves, Jesse reached around and grabbed
the zipper on the back of Scott's costume, pulling it all the way down to
the top of his butt.

     At the same time, Marty was unzipping Frank's green tights in the same
fashion.  Frank hooked his thumbs inside the elastic of Marty's shorts and
pushed them down.  Marty shimmied the shorts to the floor and stepped out of
them as he pulled the green body suit off of Frank's shoulders.  As Frank
lifted his arms to free them from the sleeves, Marty leaned in and took his
left nipple between his lips.  Frank wrapped his right arm around the back
of Marty's head and encouraged his hungry friend.  Marty licked and sucked
on and around the nipple, then allowed his tongue to roam up and over to the
pit of Frank's raised right arm.  Frank encouraged him.  "Oh...fuck...yeah.  Hot
fuckin' mouth, man!"  Marty licked up to his neck, then took the right
earlobe in between his teeth and lightly nibbled before flicking his tongue
in and out of Frank's ear a few times.  Frank grabbed the back of his head
and forcefully pressed their mouths together as Marty's hands furiously
worked at the buttons of his vest, never breaking the kiss.

     Jesse had peeled the upper half of the Batman costume down to Scott's
waist as Scott undid the clasp and zipper of Jesse's dress pants, and they
easily fell to the floor.  He was wearing a tight cobalt blue speedo that
barely contained the thick piece of meat beneath the shiny fabric.  The
large mushroom head was clearly outlined, and a wet spot had formed at its
center.  Scott went to his knees and stuck out his tongue.  He roamed and
danced the tip of his tongue along Jesse's thigh, slowly working his way to
the inside and up to the lower band of Jesse's sexy underwear.  As Jesse
stepped out of the legs of his pants, Scott reached around and grabbed his
firm butt.  He licked and chewed a little at the bulging package in front of
him as Jesse ran his fingers through his hair.  Scott sat back on the floor.
  "Gotta lose these fucking boots.  He bent the right leg and grabbed the
heel and toe, as Jesse went to his knees and grabbed the other.  With some
effort, each was removed, and Jesse reached up and grabbed the costume at
the waist.  As Scott hoisted his ass off the floor, Jesse tugged, and the
tight fabric peeled off of Scott's muscular legs the way a snake looses its
skin.  As the feet came free, Jesse took the right one in his hands.  He
leaned over and licked the foot from heel to toe.  "Jesus!" Scott protested
with a giggle.  "Dude, I'm ticklish there."  Jesse sucked two toes into his
mouth and gazed up at Scott who was laying back propped up on his elbows.
He grinned.  "Let's see if we can find out where else you might be
ticklish," and he started licking his way upward, zig-zagging his way from
left to right and back to the left.

     They heard Marty's voice. "Jesus fucking Christ!  I'd always thought
you were big, man, but..."  Scott looked over his shoulder and saw Marty on
his knees just as Frank was stepping out of his tights.  Marty had Frank's
jockstrap down to his knees and was holding Frank's massive tool in his
right hand.

     Scott chuckled.  "Find something you like, bud?"

     "I really like my present, guys!"  Marty held Frank's growing cock up
to his stomach and devoured his balls.  Frank moaned and stroked his hair as
Marty took first one, then the other into his mouth, rolling them around as
he gazed upward at the huge, hardening cock.  He wasn't sure he'd be able to
swallow the entire thing, but he was hell-bent on trying.  He slowly took it
about half way into his mouth as he used both hands to push down the tights
of his own costume.  His own hard cock sprang free, swiping Frank's shin.
Frank threw his head back and sighed.  Marty had two-thirds of his dick in
his mouth, and was working his tongue back and forth on its underside.  "God
Damn!  The boy knows what he's doing!"

     Marty could feel the head at the back of his throat, and figured he
still had about three inches to go.  He was determined.  He slowly slid the
monster out of his mouth, holding the head between his lips for a couple of
seconds and rolling his tongue around it.  Frank shivered and moaned in
appreciation.  Marty held the slippery tool in his hand, resting the head on
his lower lip and looked up at a smiling Frank.  He winked and went back to
work.  He took all could to the back of his mouth.  He relaxed his throat,
grabbed Franks ass cheeks and pulled him in as he pushed his head forward.
The cock slid into Marty's throat and he felt his nose resting on Frank's
pubes.

     Frank was impressed. "Jeeeeeeeeezzzzuusss Christ, Man!!  Oh fuck!  God!
  What a cocksucker!!"

     Jesse had worked his way up to Scott's crotch and, after licking and
chewing lightly through the strained fabric, was peeling off the boxer
briefs.  Scott looked over his shoulder again and grinned.  "Talented little
shit, ain't he, Frank?"  He looked back down in time to watch Jesse's head
descending the length of his shaft.  He moaned in delight.

     Marty gagged and let Frank slide back out of his mouth.  Frank urged
him up by the shoulders, and Marty peeled his tights the rest of the way
off, stepping out of them as Frank began his assault on Marty's nipples.  He
groped at Marty's cock and balls as he licked and nibbled his way back and
forth.  He slowly licked and kissed his way down Marty's torso, fondling his
balls as he traveled.  Now on his knees, Frank flicked the tip of his tongue
around the head of Marty's dripping, aching dick, then licked his way from
bottom to top before swallowing it.  Marty held the back of his head as he
began thrusting his hips in and out, fucking the hot wet mouth below him.
He slowly bent his legs and got to the floor, Frank never stopping the mouth
bath he was giving Marty's pecker.  Frank could tell where Marty was headed,
and as Marty laid down, he turned himself around to give him access to his
own cock and balls.  They sixty-nined on their sides for a couple of
minutes, as Scott's moans of appreciation for the job that Jesse was doing
rose above the sucking and slurping noises they were making themselves.
Frank pushed gently on Marty's hip, rolling him onto his back, and swung his
right leg over to straddle Marty's face as he continued to bob his head up
and down on his friend's incredibly hard tool.

     Jesse released Scott's member and slowly started licking his way up
Scott's torso.  As he paused to pay attention to each nipple, Scott reached
down and grabbed the top elastic of the speedo that Jesse was still wearing.
  Jesse swung his ass around so that Scott could pull them down to his
knees, then managed to slide and kick them the rest of the way off.  His fat
cock now freed, he straddled Scott's midsection and laid down on top of him,
grinding their cocks together as he slowly lowered his smiling face to meet
him in a hungry, passionate kiss.  Scott grabbed Jesse's firm, smooth ass
cheeks in both hands and kneaded and massaged them, much to Jesse's delight.
  He extended a middle finger and gently teased his hole, massaging and
poking a bit at the opening.  Jesse broke the kiss and looked over above
Scott's head.  Motioning with just his head, he smiled down at Scott.  "I
think they could use our help, don't you?"  Scott nodded.

     Still on his back, Marty's legs were spread in front of him, and Jesse
crawled over and moved his head in between them.  As Frank continued to lick
and suck on Marty from above, Jesse lowered his head and went after his
balls with his tongue.  Marty was moaning under the attention both guys were
giving him, muffled only by the huge cock that was sliding in and out of his
mouth on the other end.  Scott knee-walked around to Frank's backside,
grabbing his sack and giving a gentle tug.  He sucked both balls into his
mouth.  Releasing his nuts, he began sliding his tongue upward, slowly
working it in between Frank's cheeks.  He moved back a little, and started
licking and nibbling on Frank's ass, rubbing his back as it rose and fell
with each thrust of his dick in and out of Marty's mouth.  Scott grabbed
each cheek and spread them apart, giving him direct access to Frank's tight
pucker.  His tongue came out and he trust his head forward, causing Frank to
utter a growl.  The vibrations from his throat nearly sent Marty over the
edge, something like an electric shock shooting throughout his entire body.
Scott licked furiously, jabbing his tongue and out of Frank as his ass
continued to rise and fall.

     His view obscured, and his attention focused squarely on the task
before him, he hadn't seen Jesse crawl around behind him.  Suddenly, and
seemingly out of nowhere, he felt his own cheeks being parted as Jesse's
face made contact and he began furiously eating his backside.  Jesse spit
into his hand and reached underneath, stroking Scott's aching dick with
long, twisting hand motions.  Scott moaned as he wet a finger and began
probing Frank's hole.  "Hot fucking ass!"  Frank had begun working his own
finger job on Marty, causing the moans, and sometimes whimpers, to come from
underneath.  Jesse nudged Scott's legs further apart and laid down on his
back.  Scott raised a knee off the floor to invite his friend in, and Jesse
scooted up and underneath Scott's crotch, giving his mouth complete access
to his cock and balls.  With Scott straddling his face, he alternately
sucked the cock and the balls above him as he stroked his own thick and
throbbing tool.

     The combination of Marty's mouth on his big dick and Scott's tongue and
finger in his ass brought Frank off first.  His hips began bucking faster
and he began cursing.  He released Marty's cock and looked straight ahead
across the room, a combination of anguish and elation in his eyes.
"Ooooffffuuuuuck.  Shit!  Shit!  Gonna cum!  Gotta cum!  Goddammit!"  He
straightened at the waist, stroked his huge cock two or three times and
fired long ropes of white goo all over Marty's mid section, shooting as far
as his right knee and thighs on the first few spasms.

     Marty grabbed his dick and quickly began to follow suit.  He bucked his
hips and his head and shoulders jerked off the floor, meeting Frank's
crotch.  "Mmmmph...ooooohhh...shhiiiiiiit!" Frank lowered his head and opened
his mouth, just as the shooting started.  Some of the jism hit Frank's
intended target, some of it shot past, and much of it coated his face.  As
Marty's orgasm subsided, Frank licked the cock off, then licked what his
tongue could reach from around his lips and chin.

     Scott's hands were flat on the floor above Jesse's head, and he
continued to fuck the muscle stud's face while Jesse stroked his own cock
with a vengence.  His face was still wet from eating Frank, and sweat added
to his shiny complexion.  As he wiped his brow with the back of one hand, he
felt his balls tighten and a wave of ecstacy was warming his groin.  Knowing
he was about to blow any second, he leaned back, his ass poised just above
Jesse's pulsing stomach.  He grabbed his slippery dick with his right fist
and stroked.  Jesse strained to bring his head off the floor and opened his
mouth.  "Gimme that load, you fucker!  Shoot it...c'mon man... give it to me."

     A couple of bursts of breath fired involuntarily from between Scott's
clenched teeth.  "Fuck!  Oh fuck!"  His cock shot one long burst of cum,
over Jesse's head and hitting the back of Frank's thigh, as Scott's hips
bucked and his hand continued to hammer the firing tool.  He pointed it
further downward and three more quick shots hit Jesse in the mouth and on
the cheeks.  The rest oiled Jesse's chin and neck.

     The sight and feel of Scott's eruption was enough to send Jesse over
the top.  His incredible abs tightened and his upper body jerked upward as
he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes tightly shut.  "Shit!  Oh Shit!"
Warm fluid hit Scott on the back, once, twice, a third time in quick
succession.  Another one landed on his ass.  As Jesse slowed his stroking,
warm white fluid continued to trickle out and paint his pubes.  "Oh...my...god!"
Jesse gasped with a bright smile adorning his handsome face.

     Scott lifted a knee and released Jesse, rolling over to one side and
leaning back on both hands.  He surveyed the sight before him.  Marty was
still on his back, breathing heavily.  Frank had moved off and was sitting
next to him, propped up on one arm, one leg bent at the knee.  He was
smiling back at Scott and wiping the remains of Marty's orgasm off his face.
  Jesse's chest and stomach continued to rise and fall dramatically as he
caught his breath.

     "Who needs a drink?"  Three hands were raised as Scott slowly got up
off the floor and went into the kitchen.  He had brought a twelve-pack of
beer over that afternoon, and retrieved four bottles.  He grabbed a couple
of washcloths and hand towels from one of the gym bags he'd delivered at the
same time, wetting the washcloths with warm water.  He took one by the
opposing corners and wiped his back diagonally up and down.  He rinsed and
wrung it out, then opened all four beers.  Tucking the cloths under an arm,
he grabbed two bottles in each hand and walked back into the living room.
Marty and Jesse were both upright by now, one leaning against the couch, the
other against a recliner.  He tossed one of the damp rags to Frank, and the
other to Jesse, then handed out the beers.

     All four were parched, and it was quiet as they quenched their
collective thirst with long drags from each of the bottles.  "So," Frank
spoke first, "how long you dawgs been planning this little get-together?"
Scott and Jesse both chuckled.

     "Hard to say, exactly," Scott shrugged.  "The first thought I had about
the possibilities was the day we hooked up in your room."

     Marty shot him a glance and an evil grin. "You shit!  You been holding
out on me?"

     "Relax, cowboy, it was once, over a month ago.  Anyway, it was just
stuff that Marty said and that Jesse said that made me realize it could
happen.  Then, a couple of things happened in the past couple weeks.  First,
Maureen asked me to check in on the apartment this weekend, and then we
learned it was your birthdays, so me and Jesse started conspiring on the
details about a week or so ago.  Then, when we learned that Stephanie was
visiting to see Craig, I knew he'd be occupied; and there was never any
question that Brett was going to get into Angie's pants tonight.  I guess
the stars just aligned."

     Marty shook his head and chuckled again.  "I told you you're leading a
charmed life."

     "And ain't you glad you're along for the ride?"  He wiggled his
eyebrows as he took a long drink.

     Jesse was sitting on the floor, leaned up against the recliner with his
knees bent and his feet flat on the floor.  He reached between his legs to
scratch and adjust the enormous balls that were his pride and joy.  Marty
was fixated on the plump sac that sat on the carpeting between Jesse's
smooth, muscular thighs.  "Without a doubt," Marty marveled, "you are the
owner of the two biggest fucking nuts I have ever, or probably ever will,
see."
     Jesse just grinned and shrugged.  "What can I say, man, they're
original equipment.  It's not like I've worked out to make `em that way."

     "No they're not," Frank chided.  "They're implants...their falsies.  When
we were in high school, they were about this big."  Frank made a small "o"
with his thumb and forefinger.  Jesse picked up the damp cloth he'd used to
wipe off his face and chest and threw it at his roommate.

     Jesse looked back at Marty and invited him over with a slight jerk of
his head.  "Want a closer look, bud?"  He spread his legs a bit further.
"Help yourself...Lord knows when you'll have another chance."

     Marty leered back and accepted the invitation.  He crawled a few feet
across the floor and settled in on his stomach between Jesse's legs.  He
slowly nudged the fingers of his right hand under Jesse's smooth scrotum.
He had to turn his hand sideways to get both of the balls in his hand, and
began a slow massage.  Jesse's cock twitched a bit at the attention.  Marty
used his thumb to lightly stroke the top of his member from the short,
trimmed pubes down to the head.  "Taste them," Jesse encouraged.  "Frank
loves sucking on them for breakfast."  Marty's head went down.  The scent
that Jesse emitted after a night of hustling around in a tuxedo, and then
the exuberant romp they'd finished a half hour earlier was intoxicating to
Marty.  He stuck out his tongue and gently lapped, first on one side of
Jesse's thick dong, then the other.  Jesse scooted his ass ahead a little
and leaned back further, opening his legs wider to give Marty full access to
his equipment.  Marty opened his mouth wider and sucked Jesse's left
testicle into his mouth.  There was no way, it was clear to him that he'd
ever get both of these in his mouth, not without hurting his friend, anyway.
  Marty rolled his hips to the right, and reached down to adjust his
stiffening tool, then laid back flat, grinding it into the floor a bit.  He
brought his arms up under Jesse's raised legs, laid his hands on his tan
thighs and rubbed as he continued lavishing oral attention on Jesse's sac.
Jesse gave a heavy sigh that bordered on a soft moan.

      "Little Scotty" was coming back to life, and his owner noticed Frank's
ample endowment also beginning to grow a bit as he lightly stroked it.
Scott motioned from the couch for Frank to come over and join him and Frank
happily obliged.  He strode the few steps in Scott's direction, as Scott sat
forward and propped his elbows on his thighs.  Frank stood in front of him,
and Scott reached forward, taking the half-hard cock in his hand.  He leaned
forward a bit further and pulled Frank closer.  He stuck out his tongue and
pointed Frank's tool upward.  He worked his tongue over Frank's balls for a
moment, then slowly licked the underside all the way up to the head.  He
paused there, twirling his tongue around the head, then licked down the
right side, back up, and down the left, ever so slowly.  Frank laid a hand
on his head and stroked gently while Scott craned his neck and took both
balls in his mouth.  That was magic for Frank, and he spread his legs
further apart and thrust his hips.  He moved his hand to the back of Scott's
neck and applied a bit more pressure.  "That's it, man...fuckin' eat me...shit!
I love that, man.  So good...so fucking good!"

     Scott pushed his face into Frank and sucked harder.  Then he brought
his head back and firmly gripped Frank's nearly hard dick in his right hand.
  He held it directly in front of his face for a second, and opened his
mouth.  He slowly closed his lips around the head and took Frank by the
hips.  He pulled as he shoved his face forward until he felt the head of
Frank's cock hit the back of his throat.  He lacked the confidence to try to
swallow it entirely, but tried instead to compensate with more-than-adequate
sucking and licking.  Frank's heavy breathing and moaning, along with the
massage of his neck and shoulders told him he was getting the job done.
Frank reached down and took each of Scott's nipples in his fingertips,
gently pinching and twisting them as Scott's head rose and fell on the cock
that was near steel-hard.

     Marty lifted his own head a few inches and ran his tongue around the
wide mushroom head at the top of Jesse's shaft.  Jesse sucked in air as
Marty's mouth opened wide and swallowed the thick piece of meat.  He came
back up after a few seconds of hard sucking.  He wrapped a hand around the
balls and gazed up at a smiling Jesse.  "Jesus, Christ, dude.  Fat fucking
cock!"  Jesse continued to smile as laid his head back on the seat of the
chair and locked his fingers behind his head.  His biceps bulged as he
closed his eyes and sighed,  "Have at it man.  It's all yours."  Marty went
back to work, sucking the entire length deep into his mouth as Jesse moaned.
  Putting some weight on the chair he was leaning on, Jesse began to thrust
his hips in rhythm with Marty's head bobbing.  He inhaled deeply as his head
turned to the right.  He began to lick his massive upper arms as Marty's
right hand worked its way beneath his balls and he massaged the perineum as
he searched for Jesse's hole.

     Frank laid both hands on Scott's shoulders and gently pushed him back.
As he laid his head into the back of the couch, his ass barely still on the
front edge of the center cushion, his hands slid up Frank's torso and Scott
tugged.  Frank grabbed the wrists and pulled them up and above Scott's head,
crossing the forearms and pinning them against the sofa's top edge.  He
leaned in and mashed his lips into Scott's, searching hungrily for his
friend's tongue.  He continued to hold Scott's arms in place with one hand
as he buried his face in his armpit, licking and sucking, relishing his
smell and his taste.  He sucked and chewed on Scott's left nipple for a
minute, then his right, then proceeded to lick and suck his way down the
guy's heaving chest and stomach.  He released Scott's arms and placed both
of his own hands on his thighs, pushing them further apart as his head
reached its target.  Scott let out a groan as Frank swallowed Scott's entire
tool in a single motion.

     After several more minutes of serving up the best blowjob he knew how
to give, Marty looked up into Jesse's lusty gaze.  "I got someplace else I
want to put this, man," he whispered.  " I want this fat fuckin' dick inside
of me!"

     As Marty moved back and sat on the floor, Jesse sat straight up and
used the armchair for support in getting to his feet.  "Hold that thought,
Marty.  I'll be right back."  He had spied the gym bags on the kitchen floor
when they'd entered the apartment, and darted toward the kitchen doorway,
his stiff, swollen member leading the way.

     Marty looked to his left and saw Frank, now on his knees between
Scott's legs, his head slowly rising and falling on his friend's dick.
Scott was breathing heavily, his head rolling from side to side in ecstacy.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Marty's face smiling up at him.  Scott
grinned back as he watched Marty move in behind Frank and bury his face
between his ass cheeks.  Jesse heard his roommate utter a muffled moan as he
returned from the kitchen, a half-dozen condoms in one hand and a bottle of
lube in the other.  He paused for a moment to take in the sight of Frank
with a mouthful of Scott's cock and an ass-full of Marty's tongue. Jesse
completed the chain by lowering himself behind Marty's raised ass, firmly
grabbing both cheeks and invading his tight hole with his tongue.  He lapped
around the opening, and probed as far as he could before inserting his
middle finger up to the second knuckle.  All he heard was
"mmmmmhhhhhhhmmmmmm."

     Marty let out a louder groan and welcomed the finger by pushing his ass
back, his face coming away from Frank's ass.  Jesse squirted a small amount
of lube into his hand and slicked his fingers.  He re-entered Marty, this
time with his first and second fingers, preparing his hole for the coming
invasion.  Both fingers slowly moved forward.  Marty's head went to the
floor and rested on his forearms.  Jesse rotated his hand back and forth a
few times as he slid his digits out, and then back into Marty's willing
asshole, deep and hard this time.

     Marty couldn't contain a reaction.  "Wwwwhhhhhhooooooaaaaa!
Yyyyeeeeeaaaahhhhh!"

     With his other hand, he raised a plastic packet to his teeth and tore
it open.  As he continued to finger the object of his lust with his left
hand, he used his right to work the rubber over the big head of his
throbbing cock.  In a couple of determined hand motions, he slid the cover
down the entire length.  He removed his fingers from Marty's chute, and
positioned himself on his knees behind Marty's anxious ass.  He put the tip
of the lube bottle at the top of Marty's crack and squeezed a little,
placing his hand just behind Marty's balls to catch any runoff as the
slippery liquid rolled down the crevace.  He then used two fingers to work
the lube around, and into, Marty's hole.  He spread Marty's legs a bit
further to lower his ass a little, and positioned the head of his cock at
the waiting entrance.

     Marty's elbows and forearms were planted firmly on the floor as he
anxiously awaited the intrusion he had invited.  He felt the bulbous head
press against its target.  Marty gasped a little as Jesse applied a good
amount of pressure.  There was some considerable resistance, since nothing
as wide as Jesse's tool had ever probed this territory.  Suddenly, Jesse
pushed further and the head popped through the ring.  Scott saw Marty's head
shoot upward, as his eyes and mouth opened wide.  "Aaawwww...Jesus!
Oooooooohhhh...fffffuuuuuuuuuck!"  Jesse stayed put for a minute, allowing his
partner to get accustomed to the feeling.  Marty raised his upper body a bit
as he straightened his arms and planted his hands on the floor in front of
him.  He took several quick, deep breaths.

     "You good, bud?" Jesse asked as he leaned over and slowly rubbed
Marty's thighs.

     Marty swallowed hard.  "Yeah, man, it's good."  He looked over his
shoulder and smiled.  "Now, make it great, Jesse.  Fuck me, man!"

     Jesse slowly pushed forward, watching his cock disappear until his
thighs made contact with Marty's.  He reached forward and rubbed Marty's
back, listening to the low moan flowing from between Marty's clenched teeth.
  In one fluid motion, he pulled back so that just the head was inside of
Marty and returned all the way in.  "Yeah...dude," Marty whispered.  "Gimme
that dick!"  Jesse picked up the pace and was soon rocking his hips back and
forth with some force as he gripped Marty's hips.  Jesse's huge pecs
glistened as they expanded and fell through his own hard breaths.  Soon,
Frank could hear the familiar sound of Jesse's thighs slapping his
partner's, and the grunting he'd come to know very well the past couple of
years.

     Scott's ass was just barely perched on the edge of the couch, and his
shoulders and head were resting comfortably on the cushion behind him.  He
felt Frank's hands move under his knees and his feet were lifted off the
floor.  Frank raised and spread the legs as he took Scott's balls in his
mouth and sucked.  He moved his lips lower and explored the perineum, slowly
working his way to Scott's hole.  He licked and nipped, and probed the
entrance with the tip of his tongue.  Scott moaned, reached down and held
the back of Frank's head, encouraging him by pulling him forward.
"Ooooohhh...man...yeah...eat me, bud...goddam good!"  Frank felt around on the
floor and found one of the condoms Jesse had tossed there.

     Marty was grunting in the rhythm of Jesse's thrusts, which had now
become fast and forceful.  The pain that had accompanied the initial entry
had given way to bliss, and it showed on Marty's sweating face.  A small
smile shown, beneath his closed eyes, even as he bit his lower lip. Jesse
brought both hands down on Marty's ass with some force, grabbing as much
flesh as he could.  "Sweet, tight ass Marty!  Great fucking ass, man!"
Marty just moaned louder in response.

     Scott's eyes were closed, too, but he opened them as Frank's face
pulled back and he felt a hand back on his throbbing cock.  Scott began to
sit upright, but was met by Frank's flat hand.  "Don't move, dude.  I got
you right where I want you."  Scott then saw the condom in Frank's hand, and
was pleasantly surprised as he felt the mild pressure of the rubber being
rolled down over his aching dick.  A cool sensation was a mild shock as
well, as Frank applied a liberal amount of lube to his encased hard-on.

     Frank stood up and turned around.  His lower legs met Scott's calves
and pushed them a bit further apart as helowered his ass toward Scott's
groin.  He reached down and behind, standing the cock straight up, and he
slowly guided his ass toward  his intended target.  Scott's hands came up to
meet Frank's descending hips, helping guide the way.  Frank paused when they
made contact, and adjusted just a bit until he knew the head of Scott's cock
was positioned exactly where he wanted it, for the moment at least.  He held
it firmly as he pushed downward, and he gasped has he felt it enter his
hole.  Slowly, he slid his ass down further, and Scott was transfixed by the
sight of his meat gradually disappearing into the hot hole.  Feeling Scott's
pubes on his cheeks finally, he leaned back and turned his head.  Scott
craned his neck as he reached around and wrapped his arms around Frank's
chest.  Their tongues lashed at each other for a few moments while Frank got
used to the feeling of Scott deep inside of him.

     Jesse held firmly onto Marty's shoulders as thrusts quickened.  Marty
sensed his muscled friend was getting close.  "Fuck me, man!  Give me that
fucking cock!  C'mon, dude...pound that ass!"  The encouragement was enough to
bring Jesse to paradise.  He let go of Marty's shoulders and quickly pulled
out, tearing off the condom at the same time.  He put a hand on the
mid-center of Marty's lower back and held him in place.  In about five quick
strokes, the thick red member in his hand began to fire his hot seed all
over Marty's back.  "Aaaarrrrggghhhh...shit!  Fuckin' A!"  He gasped deeply
and continued to shoot as his entire body shook.  "Fuck!  Fuck!  Yeah!
Aaaawww"  Marty's back and his ass cheeks were covered in sweat, and
plattered with Jesse's cum.  Jesse leaned down and licked much of it up as
he reached around and stroked Marty's chest.  Jesse sat back with one leg
folded under him, and leaned back on one hand.  "Sweet fuckin' ass, Marty.
Goddam!"  Marty just giggled.

     They turned to see Frank, riding up and down, head thrown back, eyes
closed and moaning with each descent on Scott's hard tool.  Although he
could be heard grunting and groaning from behind his passenger, all that
could be seen of Scott were his spread legs, his bouncing balls and the
hands that rested on Frank's hips, guiding him up and down.  "Ride `em
cowboy!" Marty teased, and Frank smiled without opening his eyes.  His huge
cock remained rock hard, and it swung wildly up and down, left and right
with each thrust.  Marty, whose own dick had scarcely been touched through
the episode with Jesse still had plenty to go.

     As happened so often with Marty, his fertile imagination kicked in.  He
grabbed a rubber laying nearby and moved toward the pair.  He put his hands
on Frank's thighs and pushed backward and down.  "Gimme a second, Scott,
we're gonna make Frankie a fucking sandwich."

     Marty's shove had left Frank sitting full on Scott's cock, burying it
to the hilt deep inside of him.  The two men moaned in tandem as Scott
reached around and pinched each of Frank's erect nipples.  Frank had stopped
bouncing up and down, though Scott could not entirely stop moving his own
hips, and he continued to grind his dick in short strokes from beneath
Frank's ass.  Frank leaned back into Scott's chest as Marty rolled the
rubber over his aching cock, and quickly stroked it with his lubed hand.  He
stood up and turned around, repeating the same moves that Frank had
performed minutes earlier.  Holding Frank's dick up, he bent at the knees
and the waist, and felt the head of his twitching pucker.  Slowly, he
impailed himself on Frank.  "Ooooohhhh...my... fucking...God!"  He had about
three inches inside of him.  Frank sat up a bit , placed a hand on each of
Scott's thighs and slowly pushed his hips upward.  Marty's head began to
roll, his eyes squinted tightly shut.  "Big...fucking...donkey...dick!"
Jesse, now mostly recovered, grinned and ran his fingers through his
sweat-soaked hair, recalling the first time he'd let Frank...begged him,
actually... to enter him.

     Marty leaned forward and braced himself with a hand firmly gripping
just above each of his knees.  Frank began to mutter, almost involuntarily,
with each move...off of Scott's pole and deeper into Marty, back out of Marty
only to be filled again with Scott's iron-hard cock.
"Jeez...best...of...fucking...both...worlds...God... Damn!  Oh...fuck...oh...fuck!"

     Marty had gained most of his composure.  "Lovin' it Frankie?  You big
fuck machine!  Come on, man... give it...take it...oh you huge fucker!"

     Jesse, feeling a bit left out by now, had crawled across the floor.  He
scooted under Marty's crouched frame and grabbed hold of his bobbing dick.
Looking something like a calf in search of mother's feeding, he craned his
neck and tugged at Marty's tool.  He managed to swallow the head and a few
inches, but Marty's posture would not permit him to swallow it all.  He
reached between Marty's legs and fondled Franks nuts as his groin continued
to rise and fall.

     Scott's hands remained firmly around Frank's waist, helping to guide
the action that was driving the fucker/fuckee nuts.  He raised his right
hand and lowered it smartly on Marty's ass.  "Sweet ass, huh, Frank?" he
growled.

     "Sweet...hot...ass...big...hard...dick...oooohhh...fuck!"  Frank was oblivious
to anything but the wild sensations coursing through his entire body.  He
was soaked in sweat, gasping for breath, and felt the onslaught of what he
knew would be a wild, mind-blowing orgasm.  He suddenly sat back down on
Scott, hard, pulling Marty along with him.  He grunted loudly Marty felt the
condom pulse, flooding with his seed.  "Uuuugh...uuuughhhh...oh
fuck...ffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccckkk!"  His upper body jerked in several spasms as
he shot repeatedly into the rubber's reservoir.

     The muscle contractions around his cock, combined with the grinding
motions of Frank's hips caused Scott to follow closely. Under the restraint
of the guys above him, about the only part of him that could move were his
spread legs.  His feet shot off of the floor and his legs stiffened,
straight out at an angle.   He reached up under Frank's arms and gripped his
shoulders from the front, pulling him down as far as humanly possible while
his hips bucked at the bottom of the pile of sweaty flesh.
"cumming...fucking...cumming... ooooooohhhhhh
...fucking...aaaaayyyyyy...ooooohhhh...ooooohhhh."

     The change in positions had given Jesse better access, and he deep
throated Marty's hot, red cock.  Realizing the position Scott was in at the
bottom of the pile, Marty stood up and heard the sucking sound of Frank's
deflating cock leave him.  He grabbed both sides of Jesse's head and fucked
his face without mercy.  Jesse was moaning and pounding his own revived,
hard member.  He bent his head back and shoved his open mouth around Marty's
flailing scrotum.  He released his balls and looked up.  "Gimme that fucking
load, man!  Getting' close, huh?  Shoot that hot cum in my mouth, Marty!
C'mon, dude...feed ol' Jesse your stuff!"  Marty was unable to respond, the
expression on his face signaling to Jesse that his reward was on its way.
He dove back down on Marty just as the first eruption rocked Marty's entire
body.  Jesse swallowed him whole as the warm, acrid fluid shot down his
throat.  He reached around and grabbed Marty's ass with both hands and held
him as Marty continued to thrust in short, restrained strokes.  He heard
Marty growl through the fourth and fifth shots, and pulled his head back to
allow the rest to paint the roof of his mouth and his tongue.  Marty was
breathing heavily, and his body shone in its sweaty coat.

     Jesse released Marty's tool as his own heavy breathing picked up the
pace and volume.  He sat back on his ass and jacked his fat cock furiously.
His left hand went to the floor to prop him up as he gritted his teeth and
winced.  "Eerrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!  Oooohhhh...yyyyyyeeeeeeeessssssss!"
His right pec received the first shot, and several followed, covering his
stomach.  He laid back flat on the floor and sighed a heavy sigh, and rubbed
the warm fluid all over this torso before licking his fingers clean.

     Scott tapped Frank's thigh lightly.  "Dude, I love having my cock
buried up your ass...but it's getting hard to breathe...and I really need to
take a few deep breaths right now."

     The cue jolted Frank back to reality.  He leaned forward and slowly
rose, his thighs weak from being over-worked.  Marty grinned and extended
him a hand, assisting his ascent.  Frank shook his head, and looked back
under his right arm toward Scott as he stood.  "Sorry, bud...I mean, thanks...I
mean, sorry...whatever!  Fuckin-A!  That was un-fucking-believable."  They
both reached out to Scott, who took one of their hands in each of his and
slowly rose from the couch.  His hair was pasted to his forehead and he
glistened from top to bottom.  Finger marks where Frank had gained and held
his leverage during the workout were evident on his thighs.

     Scott put a hand behind each man's head and pulled their faces to his.
Three tongues met and six lips dueled for several seconds.  "Yeah.  Leave it
to my special advisor."  He grabbed Marty's ass and gave it a squeeze, then
a light slap before turning for the kitchen.  He retrieved a small plastic
garbage bag from his gym bag and shook it open.  He slid the spent rubber
off of a now limp "Little Scotty," being careful to pinch it closed to avoid
any spillage on Maureen's clean floor.  He dropped it in the bag, and
grabbed four more beers from the fridge before rejoining the group.  "You
gonna wear that all night?" he pointed to Frank's dangling dick and held out
the garbage bag for Frank to make his contribution.  He looked down inside.
"Fucking sperm bank is what we got here."  Jesse found the one he'd used on
Marty and held it up as Scott held out the bag.  Towels and washcloths were
being exchanged as the guys cleaned themselves as best as they could.

     Frank sat on the floor leaned against the foot of the reclining chair.
Jesse scooted over and laid down on his back, his head resting on Frank's
right thigh.  Scott reclined on the couch with Marty sitting on the floor
beneath him.  They sipped their beers and recounted the night's events.
"Gotta give my roommate credit," Marty sighed and shook his head.  "Those
fucking costumes rocked!  Ya' know I sometimes pride myself in my own
imaginative ways, but I couldn't have come close to what he pulled off
tonight."

     The all nodded their agreement, and Frank raised his bottle.  "To
Brett!"  The guys joined him in his toast.

     "Do you believe how lame Kip and company looked?"  Marty cackled.
"What a fucking dork!"

     Scott nudged his head with his knee.  "Do you have to jump ugly with
the guy every time you see him?  Jesus, Christ, dude, it's like some kinda
obsession or something!  Chet might've knocked you on your ass if ol' Kip
hadn't reigned him in."

     "Now...don't start bitching...mom! You'll ruin a perfectly good evening.
The guy's a dick, fucking wasted heap of DNA, and he deserves to have that
pointed out at every opportunity.  I'm happy to fill that job.  Besides," he
winked, "I knew you had my back."

     "And what makes you so sure I'd have stepped in to help your skinny
ass?"

     "Batman would never let the Boy Wonder get into a jam on his own.
Everybody knows that."  He winked again, and Scott rolled his eyes as he
nodded and shrugged his admission that Marty was right.

     "We staying here tonight?"  Jesse's eyes were barely open.

     "You don't want to trudge back to the dorm now, do you?  Naaah," Scott
assured them.  "We'll crash here for a few more hours, then tidy up and head
home.

     "We gotta walk back in those get-ups in broad daylight?"  His speech
was soft and slow, but Frank didn't like the idea at all.

     Jesse rubbed his roommates shin with the back of his hand.  "Gotcha
covered, bud.  Scott brought over a change of clothes for everybody
yesterday afternoon."  He glanced up at Marty.  "You're about Frank's size,
so I tossed some sweats in for you, too."

     Scott noted Frank's reddish hair.  "I'll bet Maureen has some shampoo
on hand, unless you plan to keep that color, Frank?  It does look good on
you."

     "I'll think about it."  Frank was barely awake now.

     Marty raised his beer in thanks.  "You fuckers thought of everything.
I'm impressed."

     Scott tapped him on the head.  "You think you're the only one on the
planet who can pull off a clever scheme from time to time?"

     "We were...uhm...motivated, I guess."  Jesse grinned.

     Marty looked up at Scott.  "You know you're just tempting me to try and
one-up this one, don't you?"

     "Give it your all, my man.  Just let us know when and where."

     Frank's head was laying back on the seat of the chair, and his
breathing was slow and regular.  Sleep had found him, one hand laying flat
on Jesse's chest.  Jesse was soon to follow.  Scott's head was on one arm of
the couch.  He pointed at the other end.  "There's room up here, Marty, if
you don't mind sharing leg space."  Marty laughed a whispered laugh at the
notion that he might mind.  He slowly rose off the floor and laid down
opposite his friend.  Scott reached up and pulled down a long afghan that
rested on the back of the couch, spreading it from his waist to Marty's.
Shortly, both men drifted off to dreamland.

     During their slumber, Scott's right leg had nestled in between both of
Marty's, with his left one laying behind his couch-mate.  Marty's morning
wood was warming Scott's right foot.  Jesse's voice proved an effective
alarm clock, bringing Scott and Marty to consciousness.

     "Yyyyeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhh!"  The two looked from the couch just as Frank
was entering his roommates tight hole.  Jesse was on all fours with Frank on
his knees behind him, a determined look on his face as he held Jesse's hips
and slowly pushed forward.

     "Shit, boys!" Marty was wide awake in an instant, and felt Scott's foot
on his cock.  "Do you ever quit?"

     Jesse's voice was halting and stuttered.  "Wouldn't...be...Sunday... morning...
Oh Shit!...if...Frankie... didn't...Fuck, Yeah!...give...me...the...monster!"  Scott
and Marty exchanged leers as Scott curled his toes and gently squeezed the
head of Marty's cock.  Frank was all the way in, and he held it there for a
moment to allow his boy to get used to it.  "oooohhhhhhh, yyyyyyeeeeesssss!
Kinda...like...goin'...to...church... for... us."  Frank slowly slid out and just
as slowly moved back in.  "That's it, man!  Take my ass, you fucker!"

     Marty giggled.  "That's a church I want to join."  Scott threw off the
cover and his eyes were locked on Marty's hard cock.  He sat up on the couch
as Marty rolled flat on his back and spread his legs. He leaned toward his
buddy as Marty's face gave way to a smile.  "Hungry, professor?"

     "You know it," Scott barely managed to utter before filling his mouth
with Marty's manhood.

     "Ooooohhhh, yyyyeeeeeaaaahhhhh...great fuckin' way to start the day."
Scott's legs hung over the arm of the couch as he tried to get comfortable
between Marty's thighs.  Marty propped his right foot up on the back of the
couch to give him ample room to move.  Scott cupped his balls in one hand
and massaged them as his head began to move up and down in a slow,
purposeful rhythm.  He went down as far as he could, and gagged a little,
bringing his face up with a loud slurping sound.  Determined to swallow all
of his friend, he went back down, paused, relaxed and pushed further. The
head of Marty's cock invaded his throat.  "Aaaaaawwwww... Ffffuuuuuuuuuck!
That's it, boy!  Swallow that fuckin' dick, man.  Eat my cock!"  Marty
rubbed Scott's broad shoulders as he threw his head back on the arm of the
couch and closed his eyes.  "Fuckin' perfect, bud!"  Scott moaned his own
pleasure causing Marty to shiver in delight.

     Frank had picked up his pace and was pulling and pushing his roommates
ass on and off of his massive dick.  Jesse's whimpering delight seemed to
motivate Scott as he lavished all of Marty's crotch with licks, nibbles and
kisses.  He pushed Marty's left leg upward and pulled him back toward him,
so his head came off the arm and fell flat onto the cushion.  He dove toward
Marty's exposed hole and jammed his tongue as far forward as far as it would
go.  "Ooooohhhhh, mmmaaaaaannnnnn.  You...fucker...eat my fucking hole,
Scott!   Fuckin'-A...Eat me you fucker!"  He sucked and probed Marty's
rosebud like a starved man.  He pushed the cheeks further apart wet his
middle finger and slowly inserted it into the begging pucker as he sucked
both balls into his mouth.

     Scott's own aching tool was leaking mightily, and he worried for a
moment about staining the couch.  Deciding in an instant that it was a
problem he'd solve later, when he was thinking again,  he returned to the
rampant oral attention he was giving his friend's rear.  He continued to
lick and suck as he probed Marty's hole with his thumb.  Marty's head rocked
left and right, and he grabbed a handful of Scott's hair.  "That's it,
buddy!  Fuck!  Eat me, man!"

     Scott's head came up, and his eyes frantically scoped the floor for a
condom.  He leaned and reached out, almost falling off the couch, and
grabbed the square packet off the floor.  "Lube!" he begged, and Frank
leaned over and pushed the bottle toward the couch, never breaking the pace
of the ass-banging that Jesse was obviously enjoying.  Marty's legs were
propped up by Scott's arms as Scott clenched the wrapper between his front
teeth and pulled.  As he squeezed the lubed condom out of its casing into
his right hand, he rose up to bring his face even with Marty's.  Scott
brought his left hand up behind Marty's shoulder and grabbed a handful of
hair, pulling his head back.  Marty gasped, and as his mouth opened, Scott
shoved his tongue deep inside, fucking the guy's willing mouth with his
tongue.

     "Smack!"  They heard Frank laying claim to Jesse's ass.

     Jesse was begging by now.  "Yeah! Please, Frankie! Oh yeah!  Fuck me
man!  Use that ass!"

     Scott was manipulating the rubber with one hand and holding the back of
Marty's head with his other.  He held their mouths together tight as Marty
tried to swallow his tongue.  He managed, with some effort, to slide the
casing over his hard cock.  He reclaimed his tongue and laid down on top of
Marty.  He dug his chin into his partner's shoulder.

     He whispered in Marty's ear.  "What do you want?  What...do you
want...right now?"

     "Want?  Fuck that.  I need...I need you inside me.  Fuck me, Scotty!  I
need you to fuck me hard!"

     Scott mashed his face into his friend's again as he grabbed him behind
the knees and poised his ass for the coming invasion.  Scott ended the kiss
and raised his upper body.  He grabbed his cock and laid the head at the
entrance to Marty's hungry hole.  "You got it, buddy.  God!  I want that
sweet ass!  I'm gonna give you all I got."

     Marty's face lit up as Scott entered his chute, but his expression
quickly changed to a "fuck me" sneer.  This wasn't going to be about
intimacy, about exploring, or even about friendship.  There was an
animal-like urgency to both mens' immediate feelings and moves.  Scott gazed
back into his friend's angry glare and responded by driving his cock to the
hilt.

     For an instant, Marty was speechless, and rolled his eyes with his
mouth wide open, but silent.  Then, "Oooooohhhhhh...you fucker!" Marty spit
out, reaching down and digging his fingers into Scott's ass cheeks.  He
raised one hand and smacked Scott's ass as he withdrew his rod and adjusted
his knees for better leverage.  Scott rammed forward again, hard.
"Ffffffffffffuuuuuuuck" Marty growled and slapped him one more time.

     Frank was leaning over, his chest tight against Jesse's broad muscular
back.  He was bucking fast, and had reached around and grabbed hold of his
roommate's thick, throbbing dick.  He licked and kissed the back of his
whimpering partner as he rammed his ass with short, quick strokes.

     "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh."  Jesse's whines echoed the rhythm of Frank's inward
thrusts.

     Scott was oblivious to the noise; he was singularly focused on the
mission beneath him.  Marty reached up and clutched the hair on the back of
his head and pulled his face down in a hard, angry kiss.  He growled into
his partner's mouth as Scott's hips began to pick up speed.

     "Fuck me!" Marty spit into Scott's mouth, his voice muffled but clearly
understandable.  Scott hammered downward hard.  "Yeah!  Yeah!  Come on, man!
  That all you got?!  Do me right, you fucker!"

     Scott raised his head and upper body, grabbed the back of Marty's knees
and pushed them into his chest.  He locked his own feet inside the arm of
the couch, straightened his legs and began hammering downward in rapid,
pounding thrusts.  Marty's eyes rolled back in his head again as he gasped
and cried out.  The sofa creaked and moaned under the exertion as Marty
moaned "Yyyyyyeeeeeeesssssss!  Oooohhhh...my...fucking ... God!"

     Frank quickly jolted upright, grabbing Jesse's hips and started
whining.  "Oh, fuck!  Oh, fuck!  Jesse, dude...hot fucking ass, man!  Gotta
cum!  Gonna shoot!"  Jesse reached down and grabbed his own throbbing,
bobbing cock.

     As Frank's body was jolted by orgasm, filling the condom deep inside of
his buddy, Jesse began to shoot wildly.  "Ooohhh...yeah!  Ooooh...fuck!
Yeah...yeah...yeah!"  Jesse fell forward and laid flat on the floor, with Frank
following, flat on top of his back, his dick still inside of his roommate.
Frank felt his buddy's body rise and fall in deep breaths, and rubbed his
massive upper arms and shoulders.  Jesse turned his head, and his cheek felt
a glob of cum on the floor and Frank's tongue tickling his ear.  He reached
up and behind, massaging the back of Frank's neck.

     Marty's ass was far enough in the air that his own cock stared him
directly in the face.  With Scott continuing his downward pounding, he
clutched his meat and stroked with a fury.  "Oh...oh...oh... oooohhhh...fuck!"
Marty's face was sprayed with his own jism.  "Yeah...you fucker!  Yeah!"

     Scott lowered his buddy's ass and thrust several more times, his body
stiffening in reaction to the approaching orgasm.  "Ooooh...God!
You...little...fucker...you...hot...fucking...ass!"  Scott couldn't count the
number of jolts that shot through him as he nearly blasted through the
condom deep in Marty's hole.

     He released Marty's legs and fell forward, gasping for air, and he felt
a light chuckle dance through the friend beneath him.  As his cock slid
free, Scott licked a dollop of semen off of Marty's chin, and stuck his
tongue in his partner's mouth.  Marty sucked it in with slow passion as he
stroked Scott's back.  Scott looked to his right at Frank and Jesse who had
by now untangled themselves and were leaning back on the floor.  They'd been
watching the finale of the performance on the couch.

     "Hope Marty didn't wake you guys up.  He can be kinda loud."  Marty
smacked him sharply on the ass.

     Scott slid off the spent condom as Frank handed him the "used" bag.  He
gathered up the washcloths and towels and headed for the kitchen.  After
rinsing and wringing them out, he grabbed the two gym bags he'd brought over
the day before.  He tossed one wet rag to Marty, the other to Jesse.  "Gotta
clean up a bit, boys."  He ducked into the bathroom and took a much-needed
leak, then looked around and spied a bottle of shampoo on the ledge inside
the shower stall.  He felt a bit guilty, as though he was somehow invading
Maureen's space; as if they hadn't already trod, sucked, fucked and cum all
over it.  `Shit,' he thought, `what would she think if she knew...?'  A good
part of him reasoned that she'd have said, `do what ya' gotta do,' but
wouldn't have approved of doing all that in her apartment.  Had it been
Kelly enjoying "Little Scotty" throughout the night, he was certain she'd
have applauded.  `Ah, well,' Scott reasoned, `not really an issue, is it?'

     `Not yet...' a voice echoed in his head.

     He shook it off and went back to the living room.  He tossed the
shampoo to Frank.  "Want to lose the tint?  Why don't you wash your hair in
the kitchen sink while we finish wiping up the lust in the living room?
There's an extra towel next to the sink.  Glad I packed plenty of linens."
Frank's ass disappeared through the kitchen entrance.  Marty and Jesse did a
quick wipe-down of their own bodies, and went to work looking for DNA
evidence on the carpet and the couch.  Scott reached into his gym bag and
pulled out a bottle of fabric freshener and sprayed the carpet, following up
with a quick treatment of the couch cushions that Marty had just finished
scrubbing.   Marty shook his head and chuckled at his friend's capacity to
plan ahead.

     Scott pulled on some boxers, then some sweatpants, and opened the two
living room windows a few inches before turning on the ceiling fan.
"Maureen won't be back `til tomorrow night.  I'll come back later today to
feed the cat and close up shop."  Jesse and Marty were rooting through the
gym bags, finding the right clothes to wear home.  Each guy picked up the
pieces of Halloween costumes strewn around the apartment and took turns
stuffing them back into the gym bags.  Frank returned from the kitchen, his
hair nearly its original shade, but still a tint of auburn remaining.  It
looked the color of Kelly's hair, Scott thought.  So did Marty.

     "This shit better come out with another wash," Frank grumbled as he
slid into the remaining pair of sweatpants.

     The room cleaned and the clothes packed, Scott ruled that they were
good to go.  "Packers have a late start today, right?  They don't kick off
`til three?"  With one from Illinois and the other two from Minnesota,
nobody was sure.

     "You tell us...you're the fucking cheesehead," Marty chided him.  "I only
tolerate the green and gold `cuz you host a helluva party."

     Scott thought about it.  "Yeah, they have Seattle on the road
today...west coast...it's a late start.  I can get a nap in.  Meeting's in our
room at three."

     Nobody promised to be there.  Everybody needed a nap.

     On the walk back to the dorm, they agreed on a quick stop at a corner
convenience store; one of those where a bag of chips, mostly air, costs a
buck nineteen.  Jesse's head came out of a cooler, bottle of orange juice in
his hand, and he saw Scott holding a Sunday paper, grinning from ear to ear.
  Scott grabbed the hood of Marty's sweatshirt and pulled him back.  "Check
it out, bud!"  On the `Inside Today's Edition' strip of the front page was a
teeny little photo of Batman, Robin and the criminals; the heading said
"Metro Section.  The Dynamic Duo capture State Street.  See Section B, Page
One."

     On page one of Section B was a five-by-seven version of the same color
picture.  A side-bar caption read: "Batman and Robin joined the revelers on
State Street last night, and managed to bag The Penguin, The Joker, The
Riddler and Egghead all in one fell swoop.  A good time was had by all."
The accompanying story gave an overview of a dozen arrests and minimal
property damage to the shopkeepers on the avenue.

     Marty went into overdrive.  "We're gonna get Craig to call `The
Journal' and get permission to reproduce this shot.  Then, we're gonna
plaster the fucking campus with `Batman's voting for Turner' posters."  He
looked at Frank and Jesse, "you boys put your walking shoes on tomorrow
night.  We're gonna nail this fucker down for good!"

     Scott laughed out loud.  "You're actually going to ask for permission
for something?"

     "I'm not.  Craig is.  I'd never do something as wimpy as that."  He
elbowed Scott.

     Everybody bought two copies of the paper; one for their own scrapbooks,
another to send home to their parents.  Marty grinned widely, thinking,
`This'll piss the old man off big time, leave him thinking I'm spending his
money on costumes and partying.'

     The room was empty when Scott returned, but there was ample evidence of
what Craig would no doubt recall as a very good night.  The sheets and
blankets were strewn about the foot of the bed, and the room smelled of
passion.  Two, maybe three, spent Trojan wrappers were in the waste basket,
but Marty didn't look closely enough to count.  That would be a tacky
invasion of his roommate's personal life, he reasoned.  Besides, he figured,
Craig might share all the wonderful details; then again, maybe not.  He
assumed that Craig had taken his old flame out for breakfast, and maybe
accompanied her back to her roommate's house before seeing her off until
God-knows-when.

     He wanted a shower, but was afraid that it would leave him wide awake.
He was tired, very tired, and all he wanted to do was sleep for a few hours.
He'd shower later.  He slowly stripped down to his boxers and flopped on top
of his bed.  He hugged the pillow under his head and closed his eyes with a
heavy sigh.

     When Craig returned an hour later, he was quietly snoring, with a
serene smile on his face.

Author's Note:

OK, gang...

As I indicated earlier, and as I've said in e-mails to more than a few of
you, Scott, Marty, Kelly and the gang...even Kip, the horse's ass... are going
on vacation for a little while.  Let's face it...after this chapter, they all
need a rest.

Don't know how long, but I need to step back and retool, and take care of
the rest of my life for a while.  The story needs some more careful
planning, and I have to catch up on some reading myself.  I have a few more
chapters running around in my head, but they're not part of a complete story
yet, and I have to sort it all out.

I hope you'll bear with me, and that you'll return when Chapter 10 is
posted.  If you've been kind enough to let me know you're reading, I'll give
you a heads-up when that's going to happen, whether or not you've liked the
story so far.  As I have over the past couple months, some of you (and you
know who you are, you little devils!) will get advance copies as a token of
appreciation.

Keep giving to Nifty, and I'll be back when I'm damned good and ready.

-ST