Date: Thu, 24 Feb 2011 16:30:42 -0600
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: The List Chapter 9: Dixon

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       The List Chapter 9: Dixon

       Specimen's Name: Dixon

       Height: 5'8

       Build: 155, slim

       Occupation: Student (Communications)

       Age: 20, Junior

       Dimensions: 7' cut

       There are no words yet invented in the English language to describe
how awkward the ride home was. First and foremost, I was drunk and needed
to pee. Secondly, Kyle had his face locked forward and refused to even look
at me the entire way. I didn't say anything for fear of saying the wrong
thing, but the sin was unmistakable, he'd walked in on me making out with
someone in a bathroom. Not only had I cheated, but I'd been sloppy and
whore-ish about it.

       When we got to my dorm complex, I was surprised when Kyle followed
me out of the cab. We walked in step to the room, still not saying anything
to each other. As we got to keycard access door, I suddenly felt extremely
sick. I turned away from the door and Kyle and upchucked violently into a
bush next to the entrance.

       I felt Kyle's hands silently pat my back while his other arm wrapped
around me to keep me from falling into the bush. We stood like that for a
minute, me spitting up and coughing sweet champagne, my eyes watering and
my throat getting raw.

       Kyle still wasn't saying anything to me, even though I kept mumbling
"I'm sorry" over and over. It was a two fangled apology, and I hoped he
understood.

       After what felt like an hour, Kyle and I made it to my room. Kyle
grabbed my key from my pocket and opened the door. He helped me hobble
inside and sat me down on my bed. I fought the urge to say "Where's
Spencer" thinking it wasn't my place to break Kyle's manufactured
silence. I thought for a second and remembered that Spencer had a swim meet
at Rice.

       Kyle went to my bathroom, got a trashcan and set it next to my
bed. I flopped over onto my pillow, literally wanting to die that very
moment, actually somewhat glad I wouldn't be getting any tonight. If I'd
tried to have sex, I probably would have thrown up on Kyle.

       He came over to me, lifted my shirt above my arms and roughly let
them drop. He reached into mine and Spencer's fridge and pulled out a
bottle of Powerade.


       "Drink this," he said, his first two words to me since
bathroom-gate. I took the bottle and took a huge swig. As soon as the
liquid hit my tongue, I knew something was wrong. I reached for the
trashcan, barely making it and threw up more chunks into the bin. The smell
of vomit instantly filled the room and made me regret each and every keg
stand I'd taken that night.

       I threw up for another twenty minutes, my head feeling like it was
going to explode. Kyle sat there silently for the whole thing, just looking
at me, patting my back and waiting for me to finish. When I felt like I
couldn't throw up anything anymore, Kyle got me a damp cloth and wiped my
face for me. I stood up and tried to take my jeans off, but almost fell
back to the bed. Kyle caught me, undid my pants and let them fall to the
ground. He held my neck as I lowered myself down to the bed, wanting
nothing more than to be asleep. Or dead.

       When I hit the covers, Kyle turned me around so that I was on my
stomach, my head hanging off the bed towards the floor in case I needed to
puke again. Then he did something I really didn't expect him to. Thinking
he'd leave when I was in bed and done being sick, I heard Kyle take his own
shirt and pants off and climb into bed over me, so that he was wall side
and facing away from my puke-face. I tried to smile, but passed out a
second later instead.

       I woke up the next day feeling surprisingly fine. I'd had hangovers
before, but that Sunday morning, I just felt like my throat was raw and
nothing else; I was probably still a little bit drunk. I took a swig of
Powerade, turned and noticed Kyle asleep on the other half of my dorm bed.

       Knowing that he hated my morning breath, I snuck out of bed and went
to brush my teeth. When I got back, Kyle was awake and groggy. He waved at
me and rubbed his eyes. Feeling like I had a three second window before he
was coherent to apologize, I said "Listen Kyle, about what happened last
night, I'm really sorry."

       He held his hand up to me, signaling that I stop talking, so I
did. "Just tell me how the hell it happened."

       "I really don't even know," I said honestly. "I was in the hall,
this guy said he couldn't wait to see what he'd paid for and I told him to
come into the bathroom for a sneak peak. He was the guy that won me last
night."

       "So then you kissed him," Kyle said.

       "He kissed me," I replied. "And I should have stopped the kiss, but
come on. What would you have done?"

       Kyle was quiet for a second before answering, "I would have locked
the door." He gave me a face that was riddled with attitude; a face that
said I wasn't allowed to protest. I mean, he had practically just said he
would have done the same thing without getting caught. I guess we were both
sluts in over our infatuated heads.
	 Even though I was thinking it, there was no way his face was going
to let me say anything. It was like he was expecting me to answer but he
knew better than I did that there was no appropriate response to that.

       Knowing I was in the dog house and knowing there was only one way
out, I apologized again, said something I thought was cute and climbed back
into bed.

       Kyle softened a little bit and let me put my arm around him. We
cuddled like that for a second before I said "You're really cute when
you're mad."

       "Ha," he laughed. "Wait till you see me truly fuming." He paused and
then said "I didn't like feeling that way last night, so don't do that
again, ok?" He was playing with my fingers again and I at this point, I'd
gone from being annoyed by that habit, to being confused by it, to
tolerating it, to finding it endearing.

       "You got it," I said to him lamely. I couldn't see his face, but I
knew Kyle was smiling.

       The next week was more than just crunch time— it was reality
check week. As soon as I got my exam schedule, I knew I'd have to stay
focused until after Thanksgiving break that was coming up. I returned to
Drip every night, claiming my study spot before anyone had the chance. The
first night I went back, I saw Ben and before I had the chance to say
anything he said "Macchiato?"

       "You know it," I replied pulling out cash. "Make it a double."

       "Funny that you don't experiment with different flavors," he said as
he mixed it up. There were a couple of people behind me and he was yet to
make eye contact. I realized immediately where he was going with
that—I'd aced my quiz on double entendre.

       "Well I used to drink nothing but cappuccinos," I replied, playing
along. "But the minute I tasted a macchiato, I couldn't go back."

       "Macchiatos are pretty good," he said handing me my drink. I handed
him five bucks. "I haven't stopped thinking about my first one. Of course,
I'm not sure they're better than cappuccinos." He smiled at me, for the
first time acknowledging that he'd appreciated my skill. I finished the
loosely veiled metaphor by saying "I make the best ones in town." I took my
drink and went back to my study spot.

       For some reason, flirting with Ben didn't bother me. One thing Kyle
had said in bed was that "he would have locked the door," meaning that he
wouldn't have gotten caught with his pants down. I respected that— if he
wanted to go and make-out with someone and there was no way I'd ever know
about it, how could I get upset about that? I knew that I was interpreting
his words with my own biased reasoning so that I could get into Ben's pants
again, but at the time, it made sense to me.

       And it wasn't like I had time to mess around anyway. I literally
spent every waking moment I had in class, eating, or studying. That Friday
night, after five days straight of studying until the wee hours of the
morning and sleeping alone and not seeing Kyle because we were both too
busy, I almost lost it. I called Kyle from Drip saying we needed to hang
out for more than just a make-out session in the Union bathroom. He said
that he had a study group until late and that he'd probably crash right
afterwards. It was getting late and the baristas were cleaning up the
place.

       As I was packing my stuff up, I heard Ben say to me "It's Friday
night, Cooper. You need a study break." I knew he was going to come flirt
with me; he'd been flirting with me every day this week.

       "I do, and I would love to hit the town with you again, but I am too
exhausted to go out."

       "So let's Redbox a movie," he said. "I'm hella broke and have no
plans. You clearly need a breather. I don't think two hours away from the
books is going to doom you to academic probation."

       I hesitated for a second. Sure, in theory, I felt like there was
nothing wrong with hanging out with Ben. But now, when it was put in front
of me, I didn't know how to feel about it. My resistance was impaired by
exhaustion. And the thought of touching another man tonight was seriously
the tipping factor. In the split decision, horniness and the thought of
having someone, anyone, to get off with for a change won out; I said I'd
wait for him to finish up.

       Fifteen minutes later, we were up in Ben's room. I was adamant about
him making the first move. Like last time, I was still nervous that I was
reading completely wrong into the whole thing and if I had been, I didn't
want to be embarrassed. Noticing that we hadn't even stopped at the Redbox
on the way to his studio, I realized I wasn't reading wrong into anything
and I decided to just go for it.

       As soon as his door was closed, I reached over and pulled Ben into
me, kissing him on the lips. He put his hands on my hips as if we were
doing an eighth grade slow dance. One great thing about the way Ben kissed
was how forceful it was. I'd gotten used to making out with guys that only
made out with other guys. Ben was newer to this than I was, so he still had
all of his straight boy tendencies, and the proof was in his kiss. He
kissed me like it was his job to make me feel it, and I did.

       We stood there for a couple of minutes, me growing harder and from
what I felt on my stomach, so was Ben. Deciding that if I didn't move
things forward, they never would, I reached down and cupped his bulge. I
felt Ben flinch and then kiss me even deeper, taking his hands and cupping
my face with them.

       I could feel Ben's dick pulse in my hand. I rubbed it through his
black slacks for another minute or so, feeling him not only get harder but
get more and more into making out with me. Finally, I fumbled with his
button and zipper for a minute until his pants fell to the ground and his
cock sprang up. It felt really awesome to have another guy's pecker in my
hand; it had literally been forever. I stroked it slowly, getting a
grateful moan out of Ben before he let go of my mouth.

       "Wow, man," he said. "I never thought I'd let a guy do this to me,
but you're pretty awesome." I stifled the urge to thank him, and instead
just smiled. "You don't think it's weird hooking up with a guy? I was
pretty messed up about it after we did it last time."

       I wondered why he was talking so much. I also thought he couldn't
have been that messed up about it: he practically threw himself at me at
the coffee shop this whole week. Instead of answering, I protested talking
by putting my lips back on his and pushing him backwards towards the bed.

       The last moral fiber of my amoral act was simple: I would give Ben
head and that was it. No matter how curious this guy got, there would be
nothing more than innocent fondling and sucking. There would be absolutely
no fucking under any circumstances. That was where I was drawing the line.

       And so I went to work. As soon as Ben was laying down, I slipped my
lips around his rock hard dick and pulled down around his shaft slowly. I
could tell that Ben wasn't trying to hide his enthusiasm at all this time
around. He let out a moan, bucked his hips upward into my mouth and let out
a stream of precum.

       As far as guys go, Ben was more or less the most vocal guy I'd been
with to date. He kept telling me to suck on his dick, take it all the way
in, swallow his meat. At first I didn't know what to think about it, but
the more and more turned on I got from blowing him, the more his dirty talk
won me over. He would grab my head and push it down and almost shout "Yeah,
suck on this, dude," until I was swallowing the head of his dick in my
throat. He would ask me if I liked it and I'd hum "yes" knowing that that
created a great vibration. He'd pull his dick out of my mouth and ask if I
liked his straight cock. I'd say "mmmhmmm" and wrap my lips back around it.

       I kept my hands fairly local when I blew Ben, not wanting to freak
him out. I did notice that he liked playing with his nipples, so I ran my
hand up his chest and took one nipple in my fingers. Needless to say he
enjoyed that move a lot.

       After about ten minutes of sucking on Ben, being told how great it
was, I felt his body tense up. I could feel his toes curl under me and I
knew he was about to explode. Thinking I had time for one breath before I
swallowed his load, I lifted my head off of his dick and was immediately
hit in the face with a rush of cum. The second stream hit me in the neck
and I managed to catch the rest of it in my mouth.

       I knelt up and asked Ben if he had a towel or anything and he tossed
me a paper towel from his side table. I wiped my face and just kind of
knelt there, waiting for him to do something.

       "Sorry I didn't warn you or anything," he said. "I came out of
nowhere."

       "It was fine," I replied. "It was actually really fine." I traced my
eyes down Ben's naked body, laying there sprawled out and satisfied. He
wasn't the average guy I'd been attracted to, but he was definitely cute
enough to the get job done. My dick pulsed in my pants and I realized I
needed to address it soon. I pulled my own pants down and crawled over to
Ben's right side.

       "Care to help me out?" I asked smiling down at him. He hesitated for
a second, obviously not so horny now that he'd cum.

       "Dude, I can't kiss you with my cum in your mouth. That'd be weird,"
he said. Weirder than kissing me before? I mean, if you're going to be
bi-curious, then be bi-curious, I thought. We've all been there and look at
us now.

       Instead of saying what I was thinking, I just said "Ok," and started
stroking myself off. Feeling like he needed to do something, Ben tugged on
my balls a little while I started jacking. To be honest, I'd been so turned
on by giving him head, it didn't take me long at all. A minute later, I
came on Ben's arm and shoulder and he just sort of looked at it. He moved
it around with his finger and I watched him bring it up to his tongue and
taste it. He made a "not bad" face and then looked at me.

       "Maybe next time I'll try returning the favor," he said. We both
wiped off again and I got up and got dressed. Ben said "see you later" and
I left, walking back to campus, feeling somewhat like a slut.

       When I got back to my dorm room, I set up shop at my desk, thinking
Spencer must have been at the study lounge or the U. The first thing I did
when my computer rebooted was check my email then my Facebook. I noticed
that I had a message from someone on Facebook, something that always made
me anxious. It was from that Dixon guy.

       From Dixon: Cooper, loved the sneak peak last week. Sad we got
interrupted. Anyway, I'd like to go ahead and claim my prize before the
Thanksgiving holiday. When do you leave? How about you and I get together
at my place on Sunday afternoon for some brunch? P.S. was that guy your
boyfriend? If so, he's totally invited.

       I'd be lying if I said my cock didn't do a little dance in my pants
when I read his message. This guy wasn't subtle about it at all and I
wondered who the fuck he was. A little research told me that he was a Kappa
Sig junior, communications major. His profile had "interested in women" on
it, but clearly that was a lie. There were also a lot of pictures of him
with different girls. One album, from beach photos, revealed that the guy
had an amazingly svelt but jacked body. I wondered if he was a Sigma. He
had to have been to make a bid like that at their auction. He certainly had
the vibe about him, not to mention the money. I realized that between
Rusty, Michael and now Dixon, I was making my way through the gays in the
Sigma secret fraternity pretty fast.

       I fell asleep at my desk a couple of hours later. When I woke up
around noon the next day, I called Kyle and told him we were going to
lunch. "I'm not taking no for answer. I'd like to be reminded what you look
like," I told him.  We agreed to meet at a wing place right outside of
University Park.

       The conversation was standard at the start. How was your week? What
exams do you have coming up? How are the grades looking? And then before I
had a chance to drop Dixon's threesome offer onto Kyle, he said to me "Come
to my house for Thanksgiving."

       I was absolutely speechless. Thanksgiving at the boyfriend's? Was he
insane? It'd been a month since we'd gone official, I wasn't ready to meet
his family. I hadn't even come out to mine.

       "You're joking," I said, deadpan. He had to be.

       "No," he said. "Look, it's not a big deal at all. Just come to my
house on Friday, spend the weekend and we'll drive back to school
together." He gave me his please face and I had no idea how I was going to
say no to that. The whole thing seemed a bit much after just a month of
dating. But then I saw an opportunity.

       "I'll think about it," I said. "My mom'll flip about me only being
home for a couple of nights. But I'll think about it. If you do me a
favor."

       "Oh yeah?" he asked. "And what favor do you need?"

       "Well," I replied. "I got a message from the guy that won me at the
auction last week and he wants to meet up for brunch tomorrow."

       "And what does that have to do with me?" Kyle asked, cocking up his
eyebrow.

       "He wants you to come with me," I responded. "I know exactly what he
has in mind, too, so..."

       "You want us to have a threesome with this guy?" Kyle asked me. I
nodded. "You're actually trading an American holiday for a threesome over
mimosas? You are a slut, Mr. Carpenter," Kyle said. I just gave him a
simple shrug. "And you're an idiot. Of course we'll do it. And you could
have milked a lot more out of Thanksgiving than that."

       The rest of the conversation went off without a hitch until Kyle
asked "Whatever happened to your coffee shop boyfriend?" he looked at me
jokingly.  For a split second I had no clue what he was talking about and I
just stared at him blankly. "The guy at the coffee shop. The `straight' one
you think was hitting on you."

       "Oh," I said trying my hardest not to look guilty. "Yeah," I said to
him. "That guy. Haven't seen him in forever." I caught myself telling my
first lie in our relationship and I made a mental note to beat myself up
over it later.

       "Well you should go back there and see if he still needs a friend,"
Kyle said. I just shrugged, hoping he would drop it.

       Kyle and I went back to my room to lounge about for the rest of the
day, too tired of studying to care about our Monday quizzes and exams. When
we got back, ostensibly to "watch" The Dark Knight, I chedked my Facebook
to send a message to Dixon.

       To Dixon: Hey, there. Are we still on for Sunday? How about noon?

       I meandered around online for a minute, and almost immediately, I
got this reply.

       From Dixon: You bet your ass.

       I debated about whether to tell him I was bringing Kyle, thinking it
could be a pretty nice surprise. Then I realized he was planning on
cooking, which could get awkward if I just showed up with an extra mouth so
I sent him this message.

       To Dixon: Asses.

       I added a smiley face just to be cute. He'd get the picture. A few
minutes later, I got this message.

       From Dixon: The boyfriend is coming? I better go pick up some more
breakfast sausage.

       Thinking it was my last chance to be cute before I closed Facebook
and started the movie, I sent him one more message.

       To Dixon: We'll bring the sausage.

       Another smiley face, I closed my laptop, and joined Kyle on the
bed. The second I had my arms around him, he was twiddling with my fingers
between his.

       For some reason I couldn't explain, I was extremely excited for
Sunday morning. Even while Kyle and I were spending the day together on
Saturday doing nothing but lounging around, my first male on male on male
threesome stayed at the back of my mind.

       After the movie, Kyle and I discussed Thanksgiving plans. I'd agreed
to drive up to his house in time for dinner Friday and then spend the
weekend with him and his family and then drive back to school from their
house in The Colony. While we were planning everything for next weekend, I
had Sunday morning still my mind. "What are you thinking about?" Kyle
asked, forcing me to realize I'd zoned out for a second.

       "Huh?" I said, realizing that I'd missed at least a minute of the
conversation. "Oh, I was just thinking about this whole Dixon thing. Are
you sure you want to do it? I mean I can always just go over there for
brunch and actually eat brunch."

       "Do you not want to do it?" he asked me. Of course I wanted to, but
really, truly, honestly, only if Kyle wanted to.

       "I'm 100 percent game if you are," I replied to him.

       "Well then I don't see why we wouldn't do it," he said to me,
smiling. "I've actually been thinking about it all week. I've never had a
threesome before."

       "Me either," I confessed. "I'm not even sure how this is going to
work." Kyle grabbed a notebook off of my dresser. For a second my heart
skipped, thinking it might have been the list. Instead, it was just a legal
pad that had some of my political science notes on it. He flipped to the
back, drew a little sketch and said "Probably something like this."

       I looked at the sketch of three stick figures, two of them forming
an Eiffel Tower over the one in the middle. I laughed, took the pad and
drew another little sketch. "Maybe something like this," I said. We spent
the next hour drawing little dirty threesome sketches before making out
until Spencer got home.

	"When you two love birds fail out of school, I'm going to have
little to no sympathy for you," he said unpacking his bag.

	"You're just jealous because you're not getting any," Kyle
retorted.

	"Oh contraire, my little newlyweds," he said. "I happen to be going
steady myself."

	"Nice," I said sitting up. "Deets, let's go."

	"Eh, nothing serious. Just a swim team fling, for now," he said. I
knew immediately he was talking about Ian. I guess they'd taken the plunge.

	"Cool," Kyle said. "Who's the lucky lady?" I then realized, with a
start, that Spencer still hadn't come out to his friend. In a way, it felt
weird to me, and kind of unfair. Kyle had been so open about his sexuality
since he came out, I thought Spencer could at least have said he was on the
same side of the fence for support.

	Spencer quickly curbed the conversation, said he was taking a quick
shower and left. Kyle and I made out for a few more minutes. When Spencer
came back, we all watched The Daily Show reruns until we fell asleep.

       We slept in my bed that night, woke up and showered together and
then called Dixon to tell him we were heading over. He gave us directions
to an apartment just south of University Park and Kyle agreed to drive.

       I can't lie, when we got to the apartment, my heart was actually
skipping a beat. I don't know why I was so anxious dash nervous about the
whole thing. I guess the new experience of it all was exciting. Plus, Kyle
and I were doing something hot and sexy together. I couldn't get over it.

       Dixon let us in to the apartment and he looked just as delicious as
I semi-remembered from two weekends before. His hair was parted in the
middle and formed the perfect frat flip that fingers had just run
themselves through. He smiled wide at us and I swear as he let us in, his
beautiful green eyes sparkled.

       The apartment was really nice. It had a full living room and kitchen
with a small table in the corner that served as a dining room. I noticed a
small hallway that I was sure lead to a bedroom and bathroom. The living
area was decorated with cherry wood and sleek white cushions, a big screen
TV and what had to have been pottery barn accessories.

       "Welcome, guys," Dixon said as we entered. "Make yourselves at home,
really." I immediately recognized that the house didn't smell like food. I
lived with a cooking mother— I knew what brunch was supposed to smell
like. "I'm glad you two could make it."

       "Well you are the lucky bid winner," I said to him, suddenly
wondering where he'd gotten almost a grand to throw at a charity
auction. He must be all kinds of loaded—that was the only
explanation. "Of course we could make it."

       "Anything for a good cause," Kyle chimed in, smiling and looking
around.

       "Well I have to confess that I'm not the best cook in the world,"
Dixon said. "So you'll have to forgive me." At this point, he was standing
next to me with his hand on my shoulder. Kyle was facing us. I was just
standing there, motionless, wondering what in the world I was supposed to
do. "So I hope you boys aren't that hungry."

       I went out on a limb and decided to say something suggestive. It was
a matter of getting the ball rolling at this point. "I did say we'd bring
the sausage, didn't I?" I said, not even beginning to care how corny that
sounded. Dixon smiled and reached one hand down to my crotch and the other
down to Kyle's. Kyle and I looked at each other, smiled and then started
kissing while Dixon rubbed us through our jeans.

       "You boys are so cute together," he said to us, slowly massaging our
dicks. We didn't respond; we simply kept kissing slowly.

       The next thing I felt was Dixon lowering my zipper and pulling my
jeans down. Obviously going commando, my cock sprang up as soon as it was
released. I moaned into Kyle's mouth. Kyle's response to Dixon letting his
cock out was to bring one hand up to my face and pull me in even closer,
while his other hand pulled Dixon's head towards his crotch.

       "You want me to suck this big meat?" Dixon asked from below us. Kyle
let out a moan. I knew Dixon was slurping up Kyle's dick because not only
could I hear it, but I could feel Kyle get hornier and more aggressive. His
fingertips were digging into my scalp.

       A minute later, I felt Dixon replace his hand on my dick with his
lips. His warm mouth wrapped around my cock and sucked me in. I felt Kyle
let go of my face for a second, look down at what Dixon was doing and say
"Oh fuck. Suck his dick." He looked up at me with pure, semi-adulterated
lust in his eyes. Then he went back to ravaging my face.

       Kyle and I made out, feeling each other up and undressing each other
slowly while Dixon took turns alternating between the two of us. It was
completely unreal that every time I felt like I was going to lose my wad,
he moved over and sucked on Kyle's dick.

       After about ten minutes of face sucking and dick swapping, Dixon
stood up and said "Let's move this to my bedroom, shall we."

       Kyle and I followed him down the hall to a larger-than-expected
bedroom where the queen sized bed was the obvious star. Kyle and I were
both completely naked and Dixon was still in his jeans. Without saying
anything, Kyle and I must have read each other's intuition because as soon
as we were in the room, Kyle pushed Dixon to the bed and I dove for his
beltline and zipper.

       I worked to extract Dixon's already rock hard cock while Kyle worked
his nipple over. I could tell the guy was in a complete and solid trance by
how he couldn't keep his hands still. They'd be on me, then on Kyle,
digging into my back and then pushing my face down to the hilt of his
cock. I sucked him hard, focusing on my task and trying not to worry what
was going on above me.

       Then came the switch. Again, without having to communicate with
words, Kyle's face inched its way down Dixon's body as I worked my way
up. Instead of stopping at his nipples, I continued to Dixon's neck and
face, making little kisses and puckers the entire way up. When I got to his
face, I kissed him hard, remembering just how hot it had been making out
with him in the bathroom.

       We kissed for a minute before Dixon pulled back and said "Your lips
are so fucking hot. The seniors were fucking right about you." I had no
clue what he meant by that. The seniors were talking about me? Which
seniors? And why? I made a mental note to ask all of these questions after
an orgasm or two and just went back to sucking Dixon's face.

       I learned pretty quickly that every threesome needs a leader and I
was really glad that Dixon took on that task. After Kyle and I had switched
places one more time, Dixon decided it was time to ramp things up.

       "I want to take you both," he said matter-of-factly. At first I
thought he meant at once in the ass at the same time and I couldn't fathom
how that was even possible. Then I realized what he actually meant when he
got on all fours and Kyle swiveled in front of him, leaving me at his
ass. We were going to do that Eiffle Tower that Kyle had predicted.

       Thinking I had first go of the ass region, I rubbed him for a couple
of seconds and then slipped my index finger right into his asshole. I
immediately felt that it was warm and gooey and that Dixon must have been
lubed up before Kyle and I even got there. For some reason, the fact that
he'd pre-lubed our visit really turned me on and a second later, I was on
my knees behind him, slapping my dick on his butt.

       I reached for a condom on the nightstand, slipped it on and as fast
as you could say ménage a trios, my cock was buried into Dixon's ass. He
let out a loud moan, and said "Oh fuck yes." I looked to see him still
holding onto Kyle's dick, but looking back at me. Feeling proud of myself
for eliciting that reaction, I pulled all the way out of his ass and then
in one fluid motion, slipped right back in to the hilt. Our skin contact
made a loud thud and rocked Dixon and I back and forth, creating our
rhythm. When I was pumping away, meeting Dixon's half pumps backwards into
me, the guy I was fucking turned around and put his lips on Kyle's
cock. This was heaven.

	The hottest part about fucking Dixon wasn't fucking Dixon. The
hottest part was making eye contact with Kyle while I did it. He let out an
ever-sexy "Fuck him baby," when I started to pick up my pace that drove off
a cliff. It was like Kyle and I were moving in one motion and Dixon was an
innocent bystander; and a lucky one at that.

       The whimpers he was making each time my cock rubbed up against his
g-spot corresponded with the slurps he was making on Kyle's dick. To be
this guy, I thought, doing the two actions I would have found confusing and
ridiculous a few months ago. And now I was a part of it.

       Something about the situation made me a more aggressive fucker. I
bit my bottom lip and went to town, pounding this guy like I'd never done
anyone else in my entire life. Instead of just going back and forth as fast
as I could, I was pulling almost all the way out and pounding all the way
back in, making him feel me, in a steady manner.

       The only time fucking Dixon got any hotter than it was already was
when Kyle reached over, grabbed my face and pulled me into him over our
host. We kissed like that for a second, mine and Dixon's momentum
propelling all three of us back and forth. Kissing Kyle while fucking Dixon
was too fucking much for me. A minute later, I thrust into Dixon with one
more hard lunge and I felt myself begin to tense up. I rested all of my
body weight on Dixon, steadying myself with my right arm. As I was cumming,
he must have let go of Kyle's dick because all I heard was "Oh fuck, oh
fuck yeah, oh fuck," over and over again.

       I looked at Kyle while I was cumming and hoped that my face was at
least sexy as he watched me. It must have been pretty good, because a
second later, I saw Kyle shoot a jetstream of cum over Dixon's head and
onto his back. The semen came out so forcefully, I wondered how long it had
been since my boyfriend had cum and then realized it was barely less than a
day. He must have been finding this thing as hot as I was. I pulled out of
Dixon's ass and laid down on his bed, as was my custom any time I came.

       "I want you two to keep kissing," Dixon said kneeling above me. Kyle
came down to my level, both of us spent and a little sweaty. I pulled his
face into mine, keeping my hand on his cheek and neck. I vaguely saw Dixon
jacking off above us, but it wasn't until a stream of cum hit me on the
chest that I realized he actually was. His man juice was hot and sticky and
rolled down the length of my chest into trail that lead down to my crotch.

       Thinking that there was still one more sexy thing I could do even
though we'd all spent our loads, I scooped Dixon's cum off of my chest with
a finger and brought it to my mouth. It was still warm, sort of salty, but
not altogether bad. With it still in my mouth, I kissed Kyle, letting him
lap up the cum from my tongue onto his own. Reading my mind, Kyle pulled
back and showed Dixon his tongue.

       "You boys are too damn hot," Dixon said above us. Kyle kissed me
again and this time I pulled the cum back into my mouth. It was still warm
from Kyle. I showed it to Dixon and he just smiled down at us. Kyle and I
made out for Dixon two more times before pulling away and laying there.

       "Money's worth?" I asked, apparently unable to form a legitimate
sentence.

       "You fucking betchya," Dixon replied. "You boys feel free to get
cleaned up and go or stay as long as you want. I'm going to buy some
cigarettes."

       We just laid there looking at the ceiling for what felt like no time
at all before getting up and putting our clothes back on.

       "That was pretty awesome," I said to Kyle as we walked down to his
car and headed back to campus.  He turned and smiled at me.

       During the car ride on the way home, I asked Kyle how much the
Sigmas talked to each other. Something both Dixon and Michael had said was
really bothering me. They'd both heard about me before they'd even met
me. And then the words Rusty said the first time we hooked up kept wringing
in the back of my ear. "I've been waiting for this for a while, little
buddy." Why did it feel like every Sigma knew something about me?

       "I can't answer that," Kyle said. "I have no clue. Why?" I decided
that it wasn't a big deal and that I was just being paranoid that I would
be known as the cocksucker to the Sigmas before long. And I wasn't planning
on pledging or getting "tapped" so it really made no difference.

	When we were rounding the corner to my dorm complex, Kyle said to
me "There's something you should know about the Sigmas." I looked at him,
waiting for him to continue. "They have something called family lines. It's
pretty complicated, but I'm pretty sure that Rusty and Michael are in the
same family somehow; they probably have the same big or come from a split
line or something. And I wouldn't be surprised if Dixon is a little to one
of them. That's what he meant by `the seniors were right.' Families don't
generally have very many secrets."

	I was even more confused than I had been before Kyle's
explanation. How could Michael and Rusty have the same big? Who would want
to share a big? What exactly was a big? And why couldn't families keep
things to themselves?

	"The reason I'm sure that Dixon is in Rusty and Michael's line is
that families tend to follow a pattern," he said as he pulled up to my
building. "My brother was part of the Kennedy family, a really presidential
line. They've held the top spot for eight out of the past ten years," Kyle
continued to explain. "And Rusty, Michael and Dixon are most likely part of
an unofficially gayer line. Maybe a Tom Cruise line, or something, I don't
know."

	Then I had a thought. Kyle knew so much about this because he was
poising himself to be a Sigma. He wanted a tap sophomore year, and he had
done his research.

	"So which line will you follow?" I asked him, looking at him and
for the first time seeing where he was headed. In less than a year, I could
possibly be the boyfriend of a Sigma. Something about that felt really cool
to me and another part of it made me nervous.

	"I could ask you the same question," he said ominously. He just
looked at me. I couldn't tell how serious he was. There was no way in hell
I was being tapped by Sigma. It went against their every rule to tap me: I
wasn't rich, extremely sexy, a leader, or in any of the big four
fraternities and I had no plans of joining.

       Kyle dropped both me and the subject off at my dorm. We wished each
other good luck on the rest of our exams and agreed to see each other next
weekend at Kyle's house. And that was the last time for a long time we
talked about Sigma.

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