Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2011 23:11:08 -0600
From: Jonothan Wolf <jwolf24450@gmail.com>
Subject: The List Chapter 11: Tanner

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       The List Chapter 11: Tanner

       Specimen's Name: Tanner

       Height: 5'10

       Build: 170, slender

       Occupation: EMT

       Age: 22

       Dimensions: 6' cut

       After dinner, Kyle and I set up shop upstairs in his den room. He
asked me which 80's classic I liked better: Farris Bueller's Day Off or The
Breakfast Club. I confessed that I'd always thought Mathew Broderick was
pretty cute, and so Farris Bueller it was. I laid on the couch and Kyle
laid perfectly next to me, both of us nearly naked and feeling every inch
of each other.

       Halfway through the movie, I started licking Kyle's ear. He sighed
out and yawned.

       "Did you fall asleep?" I asked him.

       "I did," he replied. "I fell asleep. You're so warm, I couldn't help
it."

       "Maybe we're not meant to be watching a movie, Mr. Wriggs," I
said. He turned around on the couch so that he was facing me.

       "Oh yeah?" he replied. "What should we be doing, Mr. Carpenter?"

       "This," I said, kissing him. He turned around on the couch so that
he was facing me. He leaned his forehead on me and then kissed me softly.

       "Did you mean what you said earlier?" he asked me. I knew he was
talking about the love comment.

       "You think it's weird, don't you?" I asked, looking him right in the
eye. "I know it's only been a couple of months."

       "I don't think it's weird," Kyle replied. "I just wanted to say that
I feel the same way. I mean, I don't know if I do, you know... right
now. But I know that I might. And I could, you know... later."

       I think I understood what he was saying and I was pretty sure I was
in the same boat. To say "I love you" right now wouldn't have been far off,
but it wouldn't have been exactly accurate. I had no clue what love was at
that point. But I knew in what direction we were heading, and it didn't
scare me anymore. That made me think that I did love him, or I would love
him, or I could love him.

       "I just want to tell you, Mr. Carpenter," Kyle said softly. "That
your heart is 100 percent safe with me."

       In that instant, everything went hazy. I realized that a tear had
formed in my eye. I thought about the list and every guy I'd slept with
since I met Kyle and I knew that it was a matter of time before I betrayed
him again. How could I honestly look him in the eye and say I loved him
when I hadn't been faithful for a solid week since we started dating. I
decided that dealing with those issues was up to me and that Kyle deserved
for me to act better, and so I made a promise to myself that I would.

       "My heart is safe with you?" I said to him, pretending like nothing
was wrong and I hadn't almost started crying. "What does that mean
exactly?"

       "It just is," Kyle said. "You never need to worry about me hurting
you."

        "Kyle," I started to say, the words at the tip of my tongue. I
swallowed hard, and realized I couldn't tell him about the list. Not yet,
at least. I was determined to take Kyle and I more seriously, but I was
even more determined not to screw it up at the very beginning. I turned
Kyle around so that he was snuggled back inside of my nook and we fell
asleep like that, with Farris Bueller still playing.

       I'd never woken up to morning sex before. It was a very foreign
concept for me. I was still asleep when I felt a warm sensation on my
dick. In my dream, a whole scene was playing itself out, one I couldn't
remember. But I got the very real sensation that what was happening in my
dream was actually happening in real life. It was like those people you
hear about falling in their sleep, only to wake up on the ground.

       And so I woke up slowly, not with the usual start that I was used
to, feeling Kyle's head between my legs. I let out a moan, and the
sensation stopped. I let out a yawn, stretching my entire body upwards, and
that's when I felt my body tense up and spew rope after rope of cum
straight into the back of my boyfriend's throat... without even realizing
it. I had a smile on my face when I opened my eyes.

       "Good morning, Mr. Carpenter," Kyle said to me.

       "That was a great way to wake up," I replied, still grinning from
ear to ear. I could feel Kyle's morning shadow on my face.

       "Who said it was over?" he said to me.

       "There's more?" I asked.

       "Oh there's a lot more," he replied. And I was more than anxious to
find out what more he had up his sleeve. Kyle ducked out from under my arm
and off my chest, his hand still squarely planted on my semi-hard dick.

       "Please turn around, Mr. Carpenter."

       I loved it when he called me that. I turned so that my back was
facing Kyle and my face was buried into the couch.

       I felt Kyle lick the back of my neck, nibbling on it slightly. I was
probably going to have little tiny hickies on my neck, but I didn't really
care. I also felt him massage my ass slowly. He was working his way down my
ass, between my cheeks, searching for my hole. We were in no hurry, but I
couldn't help myself from sliding backwards into him, showing him he was on
the right track.

       I let out a very soft and long "mmmmm" when he slipped one finger
into my asshole as he was continuing his assault on my neck. "That feels
really good, Mr. Wriggs," I said to him.

       "I want to fuck you Mr. Carpenter," Kyle said matter-of-factly. "And
not like you've ever been fucked before. I mean, I'm really going to turn
you out."

       I looked back at Kyle with one of my eyebrows cocked. I wanted to
know what "turn you out" meant, and I wanted to know now. But as was his
custom, Kyle was determined to keep me on a string so tight, I
simultaneously felt like was going to burst instantly and never cum at all.

       One finger became two and two fingers became three, all the while
Kyle was kissing me over my shoulder. After twenty minutes of agonizingly
slow foreplay, I broke contact with Kyle, sat up and said slowly "I want
you to fuck me."

       Kyle smiled at me, pushed his fingers all the way, and seconds
later, replaced them with his rock hard cock. Being fucked bare by Kyle was
like nothing I'd ever felt before. Feeling him inside of me created a heat
that just wasn't there before. It was like we were connected so deeply, I
thought nothing could pry us apart.

       Kyle doesn't top me often, but when he does, he really goes for
it. I mean, the guy is a beast.  We knelt there next to the couch, rocking
back and forth to Kyle's moderate rhythm. He'd push in harder and I'd let
out an "aaggggh" of satisfaction. My moans would trigger his moans and
before long, his animal instinct had my head buried into the couch, Kyle
ramming me hard from behind.

       This fuck was nothing like the love-making sex of last night. This
fuck was pure passion. He clawed at my back, pushing me further into the
couch so that he could mount me from whatever trajectory felt good to
him. At one point, he'd gotten off of his knees and was fucking me from a
squat position that allowed him to go deeper and harder than I'd ever felt
before.

       I felt like my ass was on fire when Kyle finally got going, and I
never wanted him to stop. I lifted my head off of the couch and screamed
"Don't stop, baby. Fuck me harder." And he totally did. He got back down on
his knees, pulled me towards him, and forced me to arch my back so that he
could kiss me from behind. We went back to Kyle's rocking motion, him
firmly planted so deep inside of me, there was absolutely no escape. I was
powerless under his touch.

       Kyle pushed me forward again, pulled all the way out of my ass, and
then dove back in. He collapsed on top of me, and I knew he was about to
explode. He let out the loudest and most animalistic scream I'd ever heard
in my entire life. It was like my boyfriend had turned into a wild beast
and I had the scratches, hickies, and sore ass to prove it.

       The feeling of cum coating every inch of my insides was like nothing
I'd ever felt before and I was immediately addicted to it. I wasn't sure I
could ever get fucked with a condom again. Kyle came for what felt like
hours inside of me, creating a sticky ooziness I could almost taste. We'd
gotten pretty good at timing our orgasms to match each other, and today was
no different. The second I felt his cum inside of me, I let out a moan of
my own. I tried to pull us both up so that we were kneeling together, but I
simply collapsed on the couch, Kyle's arms around me, while I came rope
after rope of my own cum onto his plush white carpet.

       We knelt there for a solid two minutes before either of us had the
strength to get up. I loved how sleepy Kyle got after fucking, it made him
such a guy's guy. I wouldn't have minded going another round with him, but
I figured the weekend was ours, we had plenty of time. It was only ten
a.m. and I'd already cum twice.

       We napped on the couch for a couple of hours. At noon, we got up and
showered. Kyle told me that we needed to go to the store and get groceries
for the cookout. It turned out that Kyle always held an post-Thanksgiving
day cookout. His parents weren't necessarily the "cool parents" in the
neighborhood, but they were the most absent, making his house ideal for
underage binge drinking. Jason was usually around to chaperone, but this
time around, Kyle was doing it on his own.

       We split up inside the store. Kyle got all of the protein and
vegetables, while I used my fake ID and his dad's credit card to get beer,
boxed wine, and mixers. As I was checking out, I couldn't stop myself from
wondering just how wealthy my boyfriend's family was.

       When we got to Kyle's house, we immediately started prepping. It
turned out people would be coming by starting at five and we had a shit ton
of stuff to do. It was obvious that this was Kyle's first time putting
everything together on his own, so I stepped in and helped with everything
I knew how.

       "How do you light the grill?" he asked me from outside while I was
slicing vegetables and forming burger patties.

       "I thought it was an electric grill, babe," I said out to him. "I
think you just twist the knob." I took the patties out to him to get
started and showed him what to do.

       Doing all of this domestic stuff with Kyle really changed my
perception of everything. It not only felt like we were a couple that
afternoon, but it also felt like we were a team. I saw so much of my mom
and dad in how we were behaving, I started to wonder for the first time if
two guys could run a cohesive family. My wondering got even more specific
every time I looked at Kyle screw something up with the food that I
wondered if he and I could run a family together.

       The second time he flipped a burger too soon and ended up with a
crumbled mess of ground beef, I delegated him to fruit cutting duty for a
watermelon salad that I was going to make. I was manning the grill, wearing
Kyle's shirt and puffer vest for warmth, when people started arriving.

       Luckily Spencer and Dutch came in first and we all shared a
greeting. They made fun of me for playing grill-master, but I was good at
it so I didn't care. By five o'clock, a dozen burgers were grilled and
rested, a dozen brats were plump and juicy, Kyle had managed not to screw
up the watermelon salad and people were arriving. I hadn't bothered to ask
Kyle who he'd invited, but imagine my surprise when Jamie, Asher and a guy
I didn't know walked in holding a bowl of potato salad. I immediately felt
awkward.

       "Hey, Cooper," Asher said coming in and shaking my hand. "Good to
see you again."

       "You too," I mumbled to him, actively avoiding eye contact. For such
an intimate cookout, I felt like Kyle could have warned me that Asher and
his tag-a-logs would be making up half of the guests.

       "This is my buddy, Tanner," Asher said.

       "I'm your buddy, now?" Tanner said after he shook my hand and they'd
turned away. He was my height, about 5'10, and slender. He had a really
serious looking face, until he spoke or smiled and all the edginess melted
away. His dark hair was chin length and gorgeous as he constantly ran his
fingers through it, catching the light with each run through.

       Kyle set up shop upstairs in the den room. There was plenty of
seating in a semi-circle way, so everyone could see and talk to each
other. We set the food up on the poor over-exposed pool table. It was Dutch
and Spencer on one shorter couch. Jamie, Kyle and myself on the longer
couch. A girl named Lisa was on the love seat while another girl named
Rebecka was sitting on her elbow rest— even though I'd offered her my
seat— and Tanner and Asher were on two bar chairs leaning against the
bar wall.

       Kyle had refused to make extended eye contact with me since Asher,
Tanner and Jamie had arrived and neither Asher nor Jamie were particularly
interested in talking to me either. I knew why I felt awkward in the room,
and I'm sure Kyle and Spencer felt it. Which is probably why, when the
conversation stalled, Spencer released this little gem: "Who's up for a
game of Truth-or-Dare?"
       I shot him a look. No way in hell I was playing truth or dare with
this motley crew of folks. I could only imagine the kind of torture Jamie
would enact on me for simultaneously jilting her brother and stealing her
boyfriend.

       "That is a fantastic idea," Jamie replied sweetly.

       "I love truth or dare," Rebecka chimed in. It was the first words
I'd heard her say all afternoon. I could feel my lips involuntarily
pursing. There was no way to avoid this humiliating and ridiculous game. I
got up, announced I was going down to make another cocktail and asked if
anyone needed anything. People shouted out orders and I decided that I'd
just bring the beer, liquor and mixers up to the second floor.

       "Kyle," I said. "How about you help me drag all of this stuff up
here."

       He got up slowly and followed me downstairs.

       "This is an ambush, sir," I said putting beer cans into a nook in my
shirt. "Were you just not going to tell me that you invited Asher and
Jamie?"

       "Ok, you're upset," Kyle observed.

       "I'm not upset. I'm scared, Kyle," I replied. "Do you realize that I
made that guy suck me off in a vehicle and then didn't talk to him for the
rest of the night? Add to that, the second you and I start hanging out, you
break up with his sister. They'll kill me and they brought back up."

       "She has no idea I left her because of you," Kyle said.

       "Are you kidding? Do you think she's retarded? People talk about how
cute we are when we walk down the street together. Girls know these things,
they always do," I said, realizing that I was beginning to freak out. I
needed to calm down before we walked up the stairs, but I didn't see how
that was going to happen.

       "Will you relax," Kyle said to me. "Jamie and Asher don't hate
you. Jamie is still a friend to me and Asher brought his boyfriend here
today. This is going to be a fun game of truth or dare and if you and I get
outed, it's whatever." He shrugged. I guess according to my theory, the
only person who wouldn't already have known about Kyle and I was Dutch, and
I didn't see their friendship suffering over the news anyway. For some
reason, however, as we headed upstairs with a bounty of alcohol, I couldn't
help but foresee this situation ending badly.

       The first half hour of the game was fairly pedestrian. People told
the truth about who they'd crushed over in high school. People were dared
to shotgun entire beers in the bathroom. Things didn't start heating up
until Tanner asked me a truth or dare.

       "Truth," I responded, loosening up after a shotgun and a shot.

       "Truth: if you could sleep with anyone in the room right now, who
would you pick?" he asked me smiling. I took a second to think about my
answer objectively. I'd already slept with Kyle and Spencer. I wasn't
really attracted to Dutch at all. Jamie was Kyle's ex, so I definitely
wouldn't pick her. Rebecka and Lisa were both cute and three months ago
would have been at the top of the list. That left Tanner or Asher as my two
honest answers. "Answer the question," he said when I'd mulled it over for
thirty seconds. I suddenly felt like everyone was watching me.

       "Kyle," I blurted out. "I would choose Kyle." I realized this was
the safest answer.

       "Ok," Tanner continued. "Kyle, truth or dare?"

       "Uh, uh, no fair," I blurted. "Isn't it my turn to ask?"

       "You can go after this one," Tanner said firmly. I sat back in the
couch, nervous about what was coming. "Kyle, truth or dare?"

       "Dare," Kyle said. I could tell that after his shotgun and several
pulls from his mixed drink, he was already feeling kind of tipsy.

       "Since Cooper clearly has a little crush on you, I dare you kiss
him."

       "You want me to kiss him?" Kyle said back, pursing his lips. What
had happened to "It's whatever."

       "If you don't its `finish your drink and remove an article of
clothing'," Rebecka reminded us. I saw Jamie's face out of the corner of my
eye and noticed she was frowning slightly. She totally knew.

       "I know the rules," Kyle replied, lacing his voice with
attitude. "Any specifications, Tanner?"

       "One minute, on the lips, and let's say moderate tongue," Tanner
said. I could tell that he and Asher were enjoying this. I made an effort
not to look at Spencer and Dutch's couch. A second later, I felt Kyle's
hand grab my face.

       "Let's do this," he said, smiling at me. He leaned all the way in
and kissed me, in front of everyone. It wasn't his usual kiss. It was his
show off kiss, the same kiss he'd done when we told Spencer we were seeing
each other. It was sexier than his normal kiss, bigger and wetter and much
more forceful. So forceful, actually that he actually leaned me almost all
the way back onto the couch.

       "Ok, there," I heard Jamie say. "Minutes up."

       The girls were clapping, Asher and Tanner were grinning and Dutch
just looked like he didn't quite know what all was going on. I think he was
starting to realize that the gays were quickly outnumbering any other
social group in the circle.

       "Ok, is it finally my turn?" I asked.

       "Don't you want to catch your breath first," Spencer asked me,
grinning. What a jokester. If he had jokes, I'd show him jokes. I was just
entering the `don't give a shit' phase of my buzz.

       "I think he's good," Kyle said, patting me on the back and
smiling. I decided to put Spencer on the spot.

       "Spence, truth or dare?" He said he wanted a dare. I gave him my
most obnoxiously wicked smile. "Tanner, I need you to get on the ground."

       "Whoa, what the hell does this have to do with me?" Tanner
protested.

       "You're a prop. Is that all right?" I said, standing up. "Get on the
ground. And take your shirt off." He did what he was told, revealing a
washboard of abs that I would not have expected. With his shirt on, he was
just a skinny guy. Shirt off, he had the perfect surfer's body, complete
with a tattoo of red lips on his pelvis. He ran his fingers through his
hair and asked "Where do you want me?" I told him in the middle, anywhere.

       I went to the pool table and poured a shot of vodka and took out a
chunk of watermelon. I knew this wasn't going to be exactly how Rusty had
shown Dutch and I to do it, but it would be close enough with what we had.

       I went over to Tanner and put the watermelon into his mouth and then
poured the vodka down his chest and torso. I looked up at Spencer and said,
"Go."

       The girls really got riled up for this one. I heard one say, "This
is going to be hot."

       "You've got to be kidding me," Spencer said to me. I could tell he
was blushing just a little bit.

       "You know the punishment if you don't," I said. "Don't be a pussy."
I looked up at Kyle who was shaking his head down. Jamie had a grin on her
face and Tanner was just laying there motionless, waiting.

       Spencer stood up and knelt down next to Tanner. He ran his tongue up
the length of Tanner's body and when he reached his neck, he turned his
head to get the piece of fruit out of Tanner's mouth. When he was done, he
sat up and raised his hands over his head.

       "That was something else," Tanner said, sitting up. I would be lying
if I said I wasn't just slightly envious of my roommate's tongue just then.

       Evidently, my little maneuver sparked something, because the next
few dares were all variations of the body shot. "Way to go killer," Kyle
said to me with a wink. I looked around to see Dutch making out with Lisa
on the love seat. It turned out their body shot had led to more. Rebecka
and Jamie were talking to Asher and Tanner, everyone laughing and having a
pretty good time. I looked at Kyle and smiled.

       "Everyone is having a good time, babe," I said.

       "I told you they would," Kyle said to me. "I think this about puts
me out of the closet officially, though. The rumor mill will be buzzing
when Jamie and her friends get out of here. Plus I'm sure even Dutch can't
misdiagnose me now. Did you see our make-out?"

       "And your body shot with Tanner?" I said cocking my eyebrow up at
him. Asher had dared Kyle to do a similar body shot off of Tanner that
Spencer did. Seeing Kyle lick up vodka from Tanner's ripped torso was one
of the sexiest things I'd ever witnessed.

       "I'm not going to lie to you," Kyle said. "I loved it." I was the
only one, it seemed, who hadn't gotten a feel of Tanner's amazingly ripped
body and part of me wanted to change that. "Horny bitch," Kyle said to me,
smiling, when I told him how I felt. "I'm thrown off by Spencer," Kyle said
out of nowhere. Spence had gone to the restroom a minute earlier.

       "What do you mean?" I asked, realizing that Kyle had no clue about
Spencer's participation in the experiment.

       "I mean, he did the shot off of Tanner and then made out with you in
a dare. He's never struck me as gay or anything," Kyle said. "Do you know
something?"

       I hesitated and that's all Kyle needed. Even if I had shrugged or
said "no idea" or something, the fact that I hesitated made all of the
difference. "I knew it," he said.

       "He'll kill me if he finds out I told you," I whispered quickly to
Kyle.

       "You didn't tell me," he replied. "You should just learn to control
your face. And he shouldn't kiss boys in public."

       "Who shouldn't kiss boys in public?" Spencer asked, sitting down
next to me. Kyle gave him a wicked smile.

       "I want absolutely no part in this," I said standing up. "I'm going
downstairs to get some drinks." I faintly heard someone say "I'll join you"
as I walked to the staircase, leaving Kyle and Spencer to sort things out.

       As I walked down the stairs, I realized Tanner was behind me. He ran
his fingers through his sexy hair and said, "Need a hand?"

       His face mesmerized me. It wasn't the hottest face in the world, but
it was handsome. And just knowing what was under his shirt made it that
much sexier. Plus the hair, and I felt like a school girl looking at
Jonathon Taylor Thomas or something.

       "Um," I said. "I was just going to take some more beer and liquor
upstairs."

       "I think everyone is pretty much sloshed, don't you?" he said to me.

       "Considering the amount of vodka that's been mopped up off of your
abs, yeah, I'd say everyone is pretty sloshed," I said. He laughed a
little.

       "You haven't gotten a turn," he said. When I didn't say anything, he
added, "Thought I didn't notice that you haven't gotten a feel yet?"

       "Yet?" I asked him, cocking my eyebrow upwards.

       "I've also noticed you looking," he said. Then he leaned into me and
whispered, "So yes, yet. In case you were wondering." He paused and then
walked around to the fridge. "Of course, I should probably ask you how long
you and Kyle have been together before I make a pass at you."

       I looked at him. This guy was sexy and cocky to boot. If there was
any way to swing some sort of group effort with him and Kyle, I'd be on
board. I'd even probably be on board letting Asher in on it.

       "What makes you think we're together?" I asked him, trying to mildly
flirt back.

       "You two are ridiculously obvious and crazy for each other," he
said. It was the third time Kyle and I had been called out for being "crazy
for each other". "He spent half the afternoon with his hand on your thigh
thinking no one could see it. Come on, it might be first time up here in
Dallas, but it isn't my first time at the rodeo."

       "We've been together for a couple of months," I told Tanner. I was
carrying a bottle of whisky, a bottle of tequila and a bag of limes. If
anyone was still in the mood to drink, things were about to get even more
serious.  "What about you and Asher."

       "Me and Asher are casual," Tanner said. He gave me a smile as we
rejoined the group. Kyle and Spencer were still whispering to each
other. Dutch was still on the love seat, only now he was joined by both
Rebecka and Lisa, and the siblings were at the bar talking away. No one
seemed to notice that Tanner and I were even back. "What do you say you and
I find a place more private and you can take that shot you owe me?"

       I was tempted. Believe you me, I was more than tempted. The thought
of touching the abs from the gods that I knew were under his shirt was more
than I could take. But I had to do what was right. I was in love now.
       "As much as I'd love to," I said. "You called it right. Kyle and I
are crazy about each other." I felt like a stronger man saying the words
out loud.

       "Well then we'll just have to invite him along, won't we?" Tanner
said to me sexily. That was a thought. He really wasn't taking no for an
answer. When I didn't say anything, he added, "You work on yours and I'll
work on mine." He walked over to Asher and Jamie and joined their
conversation.

       I decided to interrupt Kyle and Spencer with a casual, "Is
everything cleared up here?"

       "Besides the fact that you could have told me my oldest childhood
friend popped your pretty little cherry, yes, everything is alright," Kyle
said with more than just a little bit of attitude.

       "As if you have zero sexual secrets," I said to Kyle, trying to keep
things light. I could see an argument brewing here.

       "You ask me anything about my sexual past and I'll tell you," he
said more seriously than I liked. "I'm just annoyed that you and Spencer
kept this from me, that's all." That wasn't all that was bothering him, and
I knew it. I knew it because of how I'd felt the first time Spencer told me
he'd always thought Kyle was gay. My stomach had lurched thinking about
them hooking up. Kyle must have been feeling ten times worse than that
considering he did know we had hooked up. I needed to make this right and I
suddenly had a plan.

       "Ok, babe, you're right. I should have told you about Spencer and
more importantly, I should have told you about me and Spencer," I said to
him earnestly. "But nothing has happened, literally, since the day you and
I met. I even told him that we should hold off until I was sure how I felt
about you and that was the last time we hooked up."

       "He's right," Spencer said. Both Kyle and I looked at him and he
excused himself to go talk to Dutch and the girls.

       Kyle just shrugged at me. "You have every right to be upset, but," I
added quickly. "Let me make this up to you."

       "You're going to make this up to me?" he asked. I nodded. "How do
you plan on doing that?"

       "Go downstairs and give me five minutes, then meet me in your
bedroom," I said to him, grinning. He gave me a quizzical look so I added,
"Just trust me. Five minutes."

       He stood up, saying "If you're planning a song and dance number,
you're an idiot." He got up and went downstairs, taking his phone and some
empty bottles with him.

       As soon as Kyle was out of earshot, I got up and tapped Tanner on
the shoulder. "I need to borrow you for a second," I told him.

       "Finally ready to take that shot?" he asked with a cocky smile,
fingers in his hair. The more this guy became full of himself, the less
attractive he became. But I wasn't looking to date him. I was just getting
my boyfriend a little gift. He told Asher and Jamie he'd be right back and
then followed me into Kyle's room.

       "Okay," I told him after the door was closed. "Strip."

       "What?" he asked me. "Our boyfriends are right out there."

       "I know," I said. "Oh, come on, don't pretend like you don't want
to." I was trying my best to be sexy. He took his shirt off, giving me a
crooked smile the entire time.

       "I mean, I just thought we were doing body shots," he said. He undid
his belt buckle.

       "And what do body shots lead to?" I asked him. "Honestly." He asked
me if I was going to strip too and I said in a minute. "Sit right there," I
told him when he was completely naked. I took a second to look at his
entire body. He was thin, but his torso was so jacked, it made me melt. His
cock was average sized, about 6 inches, and hanging down semi-hard over a
pair of rather large and low hanging balls. This would certainly cheer Kyle
up.

        I thought about filling him in on the plan and then realized it
would be so much fun for everyone when Kyle walked in if I was the only one
that knew what was going on. Tanner sat at the edge of Kyle's queen sized
bed, legs spread, his entire gloriously chiseled body on display. I thought
about going over and taking a feel, but decided it would be too difficult
to tear myself away. Kyle would be up in literally thirty seconds and this
little present, as much as I would enjoy the fuck out of it, was to get him
off my back about the Spencer thing.

       "Are you going to tell me what's going on here?" he asked me.

       "I just want to look at you," I said. "You're so sexy, I swear. Why
don't run your fingers through your hair. Yep, just like that. Keep it just
like that." He was posed on Kyle's bed, hand on his head, his other hand at
his side, showing off all of his glory. I scooted back so that I was behind
Kyle's door and waited. Just when Tanner was about to ask what was going on
again, the door opened and Kyle walked in.

       "What the fuck?" he gasped, seeing Tanner. Tanner had a grin on his
face as soon as he saw Kyle.

       "Surprise," I shouted, jumping out.

       "What the hell is going on?" Kyle pondered.

       "Whatever it is, I'm totally into it," Tanner said from across the
room. I swear at this point, his cock was laying straight against his
torso, curving to the side.

       "I wanted to turn your frown upside down, babe," I told Kyle. "So I
got you a naked Tanner."

       "A naked Tanner is supposed to make me feel better?" Kyle asked,
smiling at me. I really hoped that he thought this gesture was cute and not
just a lame attempt to give Tanner a feel-up without technically
cheating. I just shrugged. "I guess you know a way to a man's heart." And
then he kissed me.

       "Um," Tanner said after Kyle and I had gone from kissing to full on
making out in front of him. "I know you two are all together and all, but I
thought I was the star of this operation. How about we move that to over
here, near me."

       "We should go over there," I said, taking a break from Kyle's mouth
for a second.

       "We're just being rude to our guest at this point," he responded.

        We walked slowly over to Kyle's bed and Tanner looked at us with
nothing but lust in his eyes. If he'd been excited when he thought he was
just getting me, his entire anticipation doubled when saw us both
coming. Kyle and I, as if on cue, both took our shirts off and each stood
at Tanner's side.

       He reached up with his long arms and felt our stomachs, all the way
up to our chests as we stood there looking at each other. I went in to kiss
Kyle again, enjoying the feeling of having three hands on me instead of
two. As Kyle and I made out, I slowly worked his belt buckle and jeans so
that I could unleash his pecker.

       "You boys are extremely sexy," Tanner said. "That's it, boys. Take
his dick out." He was talking to me as I was releasing Kyle's rock hard
cock. Hearing Tanner's commentary had the same effect on Kyle as it had on
me.

       At first, the threesome was sort of unfair to Tanner. Kyle and I
were so into each other, I barely noticed Tanner was there. Sure it felt
hot to have another guy rubbing my chest and sucking my nipples every once
in a while, but I was completely turned on by Kyle's body and his kiss. I
wanted to fuck him so bad, it almost hurt me. I decided I would have to
make a conscious effort to include Tanner, so I let go of Kyle's mouth,
winked at him and then got down on my knees.

       "That's what I'm talking about boys," Tanner said. Kyle followed
suit and a second later, our tongues were everywhere on Tanner's body. I
took first shift at his crotch, licking around the base of his cock. His
balls were huge from across the room, but there in my hands, my tongue
dancing around them, they were nothing short of spectacular. They fit
perfectly in the cup of my palm, and I rubbed them slowly. I put my lips
around the head of Tanner's cock and his balls jumped in my hand. I could
tell he was grinning and I couldn't even see his face. I looked up to see
Kyle licking under his arm, and turned on like crazy, I slurped in hard.

       Tanner grabbed my head and pulled it off of his dick. "If you keep
doing that, I'll cum right now," he told me. I'd only been sucking on him
for a minute or so and he was already edging. Wow, I thought. Kyle and I
must be a great duo.

       I was determined to feel the abs of steel, so I worked my lips up
his torso, raking my tongue across what felt like a cheese grater. His
stomach was as hard as a rock.

       Inching upwards, I finally came face to face to face with the other
two guys. Tanner and I made eye contact, then Kyle and I. I leaned in and
started kissing Kyle right over Tanner's face. It was possibly the hottest
kiss I'd ever initiated and I never wanted it to end. With his impossible
reach, I felt Tanner cup my cock in his hand and give it a squeeze.

       "How about we take this show to the next level," he said. "Before
Asher and Jamie come looking for me."

       I had completely forgotten we'd taken this little detour
mid-party. Maybe he was right, we should speed things up just a little bit.

       I wasn't exactly sure what the actual sex arrangement would be. I
mean, I was happy just giving and getting oral, but I could tell
immediately that Tanner had something more in mind. After he declared we
were going to the next level, I felt him get up and move around me so that
he was facing my back. I was kneeling on the ground next to the bed and
Kyle had taken over Tanner's spot so that I was between his legs. I began
working Kyle's dick with my mouth, not afraid that he would cum after only
a minute— I knew what my guy could handle.

       As soon as I had Kyle's dick in my mouth to the hilt, I felt
Tanner's hand pull my ass cheeks apart. A second later, I felt a warm wet
tongue on my hole and I let out a gasp. Yep, I thought. Next level. I tried
concentrating on what I was doing to Kyle rather than what Tanner was doing
to me. He dove into my hole with the gusto of a kid in a candy store and
began eating my ass out, holding my hips firmly with his strong hands.

       I was so horny and my cock was so hard that I couldn't stop myself
from lifting Kyle's legs up and diving into his hole myself. I mimicked
Tanner's movements, first licking around Kyle's ass and then really
tonguing him in anticipation. I could feel his moans reverberate all the
way down his body as I ate him out.

       I briefly wondered what was next, but was interrupted by Tanner
sitting up and pressing his chest to my back. I leaned back too, feeling
his hard hardness on my lower back and his cock rubbing slowly along my ass
crack. This guy was really going to go for it, I thought. I pulled away
from Kyle and used my hands to drag him closer to me. He knelt down on the
floor facing me and we started kissing again.

       While Kyle and I were kissing, I could feel Kyle reach past me and
take Tanner's arm. He pulled Tanner closer into me and me closer into him,
so that mine and Kyle's dicks were pressing in on each other and Tanner's
cock was pressing hard against the small of my back. I was the center of a
Cooper sandwich.

       I could feel Tanner lick around my neck and earlobe as he fumbled
with a condom and then fingered his way into my ass. I bucked backwards the
second he was in, let out a soft moan and allowed myself to feel him inside
of me. I looked at Kyle and saw him smiling from ear to ear.

       "You were right," he said to me. "This cheers me up." I smiled back
at him, kissed him softly and then said, "Turn around, babe."

       He scooted around so that has ass was in line with my dick. If we
were going to make a Cooper sandwich, we'd make a proper Cooper
sandwich. Kyle leaned forward, granting me easy access and I slid right
in. He let out a moan that echoed mine until I was buried deep inside of
him. I decided that since I was the middle man, I could control the pace of
everything. It felt amazing that every time I thrust forward, I got the
tightness of Kyle's ass around my dick and every time I thrust backwards,
Tanner's member grazed the sweet spot inside of me. It was like tug of war
and I was winning from both ends.

       I knew that there was no way this could last. I felt Tanner's slick
torso behind him, a thin layer of sweat moistening my back. I held on to
Kyle in front of me, wanting to be as deep inside of him as
possible. Before long, the three of us developed a rhythm. We were rocking
back and forth steadily, me fucking and being fucked at the exact same
time. The whole ordeal was a brand new experience for me and it would
receive rave reviews when I wrote it on the list— my first sandwich
three-way fuck.

       After a few minutes, I felt Tanner quicken his pace and so I
quickened mine. Kyle bucked backwards into me as I made a final thrust into
him. As I felt myself coming deep inside Kyle's ass, coating his insides
with my cum, I felt my ass tighten around Tanner's cock and a second later,
his dick was pulsing inside of me.

       "That was in-fucking-credible," he panted. I could feel his dick
going down inside of me and I used my hand to reach around me and take his
head into my hand. His hair felt just as luxurious as it looked, even now,
semi-moist from sweat. I leaned back into Tanner for a second, feeling that
post-orgasmic tingliness in which every inch of my body was still so
sensitive it hurt in a great way to move. And then I collapsed on top of
Kyle, my dick still inside of him and growing softer all the time.

       "I loved that babe," he said to me. I could feel his breathing on my
chest. I told him I did too. A second later, Tanner stood up and pulled his
pants on.


       "I better go make sure no one has put out an Amber alert," he said,
shaking his hair out. He pulled the rest of his clothes on, sprayed himself
with some Axe spray from one of Kyle's shelves and left Kyle and me laying
there on top of each other.

       We lay there on the side of Kyle's bed for a second. I was instantly
taken over by sleepiness and knew if I didn't nap soon, I'd get cranky in a
few. Kyle and I caucused briefly and decided the party was over. He got up
and put some shorts on, left the room to say bye to everyone and walked
them out. I got up and crawled into Kyle's huge bed. It was so comfortable
and I was so sleepy, it may as well have been littered with poppies,
because I was already dozing off when he Kyle came back five minutes later.

       "Don't tell me you fell asleep," he said, crawling into bed and
facing me.

       "I'm not asleep," I moaned. My eyes were definitely closed. "Come
here." I pulled Kyle in and turned him around so that he was inside of my
nook. There was no better way to sleep. Within a minute, he had my hands
wrapped with his and he was playing with my fingers.

       "Why didn't you tell me about Spencer?" Kyle asked me softly. I
heard the words, but they sounded far away. Were we actually about to start
this conversation?

       "I didn't think it was up to me to tell you," I replied.

       "You told him about me," Kyle responded. "You had no problem outing
me to my best friend, but you couldn't out him to me?"

       "I didn't know you then," I said to Kyle. "When we first hooked up,
you were just, I don't know, another guy." I stopped myself short of saying
he was another name on a list.

       Kyle turned his head.  "Another guy you'd fucked?" he said. I didn't
respond. "I asked you if you'd been with anyone I knew. That night at
Spaghetti Warehouse."

       "What do you have photographic memory or something?" I asked him. I
didn't like where this was heading at all. I felt bad that Kyle was hurt
I'd kept me and Spencer from him, but I couldn't go back in time and change
it now. I just wished he'd drop the whole thing.

       "Put yourself in my shoes for a second," Kyle said. "You're living
with the guy that drew you out of the closet. He happens to be gorgeous and
a total slut, and you didn't think in the two months we've been together to
ever, you know, actually let me know that you two have history. Why hide
it?"

       "I'm not messing around with Spencer," I said, pulling away from
Kyle for a second. And then I realized what was actually going on here. "Oh
my god," I said to him. "You're jealous because you've crushed on Spence."

       "That's absurd," he said. I sat up, completely letting go of Kyle.

       "You're telling me that if you didn't have the chance growing up to
be with Spencer, you wouldn't have taken it," I said to him. He didn't say
anything. "Tell me."

       "I'm not crushing on Spencer," he said to me. "I'm with you. And
you're the only one that I see right now. I just think it would have been
kind of you to alert me that one of my oldest and dearest friends had
been... all up in that." He smiled at me. The whiteness of how he said `all
up in that' was too much for me to handle.

       "All up in that?" I said, laying back down and wrapping my arm
around Kyle again. "What does that even mean?"

       "You know what it means, Mr. Carpenter," he said to me. "All up in
that."

       "You're ridiculous," I said to him, getting comfortable again. I had
a knack for timing my breathing so that it was in sync with Kyle's. I knew
he could feel my diaphragm slowly pulsing against his back.

       "Now it's your turn in the hot seat, Mr. Wriggs," I said to him.
"You said you'd slept with two guys before me. Let's hear some names."

       I waited for a minute for him to say something. After a few seconds,
I leaned up and over and realized that in the time between me calling Kyle
ridiculous and asking him who was on his own list, he'd fallen asleep, or
pretended to. I knew what his breathing felt like when he was sleeping, and
this wasn't nearly as deep and slow enough. I wondered why he pretended to
dose off when I asked him about his sexual passed. I decided I'd stress out
about it in the morning; tonight, I was sleeping with the guy I loved.

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