Date: Sun, 8 Nov 1998 08:25:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt <frizbdude@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gill Brings Tyler Home [Bi college]

The following is as it happened, but I had to change the names.  I hope
it's good enough for everybody.  If you're not old enough to be reading
adult stuff or get offended, don't read this.

Gill Brings Tyler Home

In the first part of this (My Roommate Gill) I talked about how Gill
flirted with me, even though he was dating girls and taking them to the
sack, and that he actually screwed Kelly while I laid next to them on the
same bed.  Gill and me had groped each other, and even kissed that time,
but we hadn't done anything sexual to each other so far:

     That encounter with Gill and Kelly was incredible, and I woke up the
next morning feeling really good, only to discover they had already gotten
up and left.  My high disappeared when Gill didn't come home for the next
two days.  At first I was pissed (looking back, this was a little because I
was hurt) then I was just worried about him.  Nobody knew where he was.
When I got home from classes on Tuesday, he was there watching TV and
tossing back a cold one.  He wasn't in a bad mood, but it was clear he
didn't want to talk about what had happened.  I was cool with that,
although I wondered why he couldn't ever come out and admit that shit after
the fact.
     He continued to date Kelly, but I didn't ever see her.  I ran into her
one time when I came home early and they had stopped by the apartment so
Gill could change clothes.  She was really distant to me, gave me this icy
stare, and it just made me think how much I'd like to fuck her, right there
on the den floor.  (That attitude just got me pumped up for some reason) I
had started jacking off a LOT after that too.  I mean, I used to beat it
once or maybe twice a day like anybody else, but now I was up to four or
five times.  Gill was keeping his distance and spending a lot of time with
her (he even quit showing up for frizbee football and golf), so I had
plenty of opportunity, and I even found myself stroking it in the can while
Gill was studying or sleeping in the other room.  I decided I better get a
girlfriend and get some relief, and I dated this chick named Cindi for a
while.  It was nice to have a girlfriend around the holidays, to take to
parties and stuff, and she was a good listener.  But I couldn't tell her
what was bothering me the most, that every time I dorked her, all I could
think about was Gill--his body, his smell, that killer smile.  God, it was
driving me insane inside, but I didn't let it show, so nobody knew.
     Two days before winter break started, Kelly broke up with Gill.  He
was devastated.  We were in the middle of final exams, but all he wanted to
do was sit around and drink and mope.  I tried to talk to him about it, and
we just ended up arguing.  It almost came to blows, but I just backed off
and went to bed.  I know he wanted to get out of there and go somewhere
else, anywhere, but the streets were iced over and he wouldn't have gotten
far.  It was just too damn cold outside.  Late that night, I woke up to
find him sitting on my bed, crying, the only time I ever saw him show that
kind of emotion.  He said he was sorry over and over (he was even more
plastered than earlier) and kept hugging me.  I got him to lay down and
just wrapped myself around him to reassure him. For sure, it was hot to be
that close to him, and my dick felt like it would snap in two.  But I
didn't think I should take advantage of the situation like that.  He fell
asleep (or passed out) like that, and eventually I drifted off and had the
best wet dream about fucking his tight ass.  The next morning it seemed
like things were a lot better between us, like they were before Kelly ever
came into the picture.  I didn't really break up with Cindi, I just didn't
call her any more before I went home for Christmas, and I figure she got
the hint.  I thought a lot about Gill while I was home, but didn't want to
get my hopes up, so I just put it out of my mind.
     About the second week into the new semester, Gill brought home a
classmate of his named Tyler.  I never knew if that was his first or last
name, I only ever knew him as Tyler.  It was obvious why Gill would bring
this guy home.  He was right at six feet, with honey colored hair and pale
skin, warm glowing eyes.  I couldn't really tell then in his winter clothes
just how good his body was, but he seemed pretty filled out from what I
could see.  (At some point along the line, I asked him if he worked out and
he said no, he just had what nature gave him.  But he rode his 30 speed
bike everywhere he went, which I'm sure didn't hurt his physicque.]  He
came from Louisiana, around Monroe I think, and I got the impression his
family has money.  He dressed pretty prep.  I had this unusual reaction the
first day I met him where I actually imagined him fucking me.  This was new
for me, I always fucked before, and physicly I always looked at a guy as a
mouth or piece of ass to get my dick into.  But there was just something
about Tyler I couldn't explain.  And I didn't like liking him.
     Supposedly Gill and Tyler got together to study for this class they
both had, but I never saw much studying going on.  Tyler was a different
kind of person than Gill.  He was really, really smart, and I found out
later he pulled a perfect 4.0 every semester, but never studied.  All the
guy did was party.  So I figured the connection between them had to be
something else....This friendship was not good for Gill, because it meant
he never studied any more either, and he needed to.  (At least I had helped
him pass his courses!)  Okay, I was a little jealous of this guy Tyler,
which may be why I wasn't as hot for him like Gill obviously was, even
though he was fine.  I guess I did resent him a little from the beginning.
But Gill did seem happy.  As far as I knew, they only hung out alone
together during their "study sessions."  Otherwise, Tyler always had a
different girl with him every time he came over, and often more than one,
which were all babes.  I don't know where he found them on our campus, but
they were obviously as in lust with him as it seemed to me that Gill was.
     They partied five days out of the week, mostly at other people's
places or at a bar.  They had invited me to a couple of parties, but I
turned them down, saying I had to study (mainly I studied my hand sliding
up and down my shaft).  Finally, I couldn't stand it any more, they always
seemed to be having fun, we were having a unseasonal warm spell, and I
wanted to be around Gill, regardless of the circumstances.  We went to
their favorite place, a bar where mostly frat and sorority types hang out.
It was pretty fun, a pretty even mix of guys and girls, everybody getting
trashed, and Tyler always seemed to be the center of attention.
     The only thing that happened that really made an impression on me that
night though was one time when I went to the john.  I was at the only
urinal, nobody else in there, when Tyler came in (the one place his babes
couldn't flock around him) and was standing there waiting to go.  We were
just shooting the shit, and he was standing sort of close behind me to one
side, when he pats me on the back and says something like, "So I hear you
like to swing sometimes."  I didn't know what to say, not sure if he meant
what I thought he did.  "Who told you that," I asked, trying not to slur my
words.  "Gill said you were the adventurous type, like to try new things.
Maybe into a group scene."  I couldn't look at him.  I suddenly realized
that not only was I no longer pissing, but my dick was rockhard in my hand.
I stuffed it back into my pants, hoping he hadn't seen how excited I was,
and tried to be nonchalont.  "A group of chicks, sure thing.  The more the
merrier," I blabbed.  As soon as I said it, I regretted it, here was my
chance to maybe get in on something, something that included Gill.  But I
just couldn't admit to this cocky bastard that I was into guys, afraid he
was setting me up or something.  He just grinned, I think maybe he winked,
and stepped up to the urinal.  "So we do have something in common.  Cool,"
was all he said, but his tone told me that he knew.  I mumbled something
about seeing him back out at the bar and got out of there fast.  Nothing
else happened that night, but that weekend was the Big Party.
     It probably wasn't any bigger than the other parties Gill had been
going to with Tyler, but it was new to me.  It was at one of the old houses
in what we called the Old House district.  Really old twostory houses with
wood floors, high ceilings and fancy porches.  Some of them were pretty run
down, but were great for students, usually five or six or more.  The warm
snap was over and the temperture was back below freezing by the weekend,
but inside the house it was warm, actually hot, in more ways then one.
Everybody at this gig, girls and guys, were good-looking and classy.  There
was some boss tunes and dancing, plenty to drink, and a lot of flirting and
making out going on.  The usual group was stationed around Tyler and
laughing it up.  I kind of hung out by the stairs and watched people go by
and stuff when this girl comes up and starts talking to me.  She was a
knock out, long blond hair and dreamy blue eyes, luscious full lips and
cute dimples.  But the best thing was her tits--this bitch was stacked!
Now I'm not typicly into big boobs, but there was something about these
that made my nuts tingle.  They were perfectly round, firm, and her sweater
hugged every curve.  The rest of her was slim, not chunky like a lot of
girls with hooters like that, and within a few minutes she was practically
leaning on me.
     After about a halfhour, we were making out and the party was thinning
out by then.  Tyler came along with Gill in tow and asked if I wanted to
play pool.  I thought, Can't this fucker see I'm making out? but I just
said No thanks.  Gill said Come on, and then Gina (that was her name) spoke
up kind of unexpectedly and says she wants to play.  Now I was starting to
get pissed--was Tyler gonna steal her away from me too?  But as she got up,
she swayed a little, pushing her bust into my face, then took me by the
hand and pulled me up, so I reluctantly went along.  (Of course, only later
did I realize this was a setup.)  The pool table was in what I guess had
used to be the dining room, with chairs along the walls.  Gill racked them
up and Gina and I lost the toss, so Gill took the first shot.  We were both
pretty good, but I had always beat him in the past.  I could tell he'd been
playing a lot since hanging around with Tyler, because his shooting had
improved.  Gina actually wasn't bad, I don't know how she made some of
those shots with those huge mams between her and the table, but we were
pretty evenly matched with them.  We won the first game, and during the
second game, two guys came in and sat in a couple of arm chairs to drink
and watch (I found out later there names were Chase and Steven).  I
remember them coming in because they were so goodlooking and I wondered in
the back of my mind for some reason if they were together)
     The guys won the second game, so we went for two out of three.  During
the course of the game, Tyler made some comment about a bet.  Gina asked
what he had in mind with this coy smile, and he said kind of joking if they
won, we all got a turn with her.  She turned to me and wet her glossy lips
and asked what I thought.  My mind was spinning from all the beer; I
suspected something fishy, like this was planned, but couldn't quite get it
straight in my head.  I asked what we got if we won.  Tyler looked at me in
the eye and said whatever I want.  I thought a minute, slammed the rest of
my beer, and said what the hell, you're on.  The game was over pretty fast.
As bad as I wanted to win and call the shots, I never had a chance.  When
Gina scratched her next shot, Tyler got the cueball and sank every stripe,
then the eight.  Apparently, he'd been holding back.  But that confirmed to
me that this was all a plot to pull me into something.  I knew I should
have felt manipulated, but I was feeling too good, and what clinched it was
when it occurred to me that this would involve watching Gill pound this
bitch.  I was all for that.  I put down my cue stick and said, "Okay, who's
first?"  I thought we would go upstairs to one of the bedrooms, but Gina
hopped up on the edge of the pool table and pulled off her sweater just
like that (nothing on underneath), and just giggled.  I stared at those
titties.  They were nicer than I pictured, with nipples like little saucers
almost.  I instinctively reached out and grabbed one, which made her coo.
Tyler grinned as he pulled his shirt off while Gill just gazed at him.
     "You fellas up for some fun?"  Gina asked the two guys in the arm
chairs.  I had completely forgotten they were sitting there, and for an
instant thought she had to be kidding, then realized they were in on this
from the start, too.  They tried to be casual as they got up and ambled
over to us, but you could tell they'd just been waiting for the action to
kick in.  The taller one I found out was named Steven had course, straight
auburn hair and dark blue eyes, and was slender.  The other guy, Chase, was
not real tall and only looked sixteen or seventeen to me, but they said he
was a soph.  He had black curly hair with highlights on the top, which I
don't usually go for, but looked really tight on him, and dark coloring,
kind of an olive complexion, and I thought he might have some Mexican in
him or something.
     It seemed like in an instant everybody was already half-way undressed,
and Gina was totally naked.  As we finished pulling off our clothes and she
laid back on the pool table, squirming in anticipation, one of the guys
asked, " So how do we decide who's first?"  Somebody goes draw straws then,
somebody else says we whip out our peckers and see who's the biggest.  We
were all down to our underwear at this point anyway, but nobody except Gina
had gone the final step.  An arguement started about, the guy with the
biggest dick shouldn't go first, because she'll get all stretched out, and
by the time the smallest guy goes, he'll practically fall in, or some shit,
and then somebody else goes, so we're gonna reward the guy with smallest
dick by letting him go first.  In the middle of all this nonsense, Gill
speaks up, having been uncharacteristicly quiet up to this point.  "Let's
play cracker." he suggests.  "First one to blow goes first, and so on."  We
all looked at each other and kind of nodded; I heard of cracker before, but
never actually did it; they all seemed to be familiar with it.  This seemed
to be like a good idea to me, because as long as it had been since I fucked
somebody, and as hot as this scene was, I was afraid I'd lose my nut in
about three seconds with her.
     "So where's the cracker," somebody said.  "Let's use her mouth."  was
Tyler's suggestion.  She said yeah, really sexy like, and scooted all the
way into the middle of the table.  There was no way we could all stand
around the pool table and shoot anywhere near her, so we all climbed up and
and stood on our knees around her head.  Gill was by her shoulder, then me,
then Steven, Tyler, and Chase by her other shoulder.  We all more or less
simultaneously pulled our tools out and started stroking.  Now I got a
chance to check these guys out.  At some point, I remember thinking, none
of these guys look queer, I wonder if I'm taking this all wrong.  Steven
had a slender, swimmers type body, really tight, and a nice sized dick.  In
fact, I think he must have been a swimmer, because his whole body pretty
much looked shaved, except right around his dick.
     Tyler had the smoothest, palest skin, with the complexion of milk,
like he'd never been in the sun.  He was really well defined all over, and
his nips were the reddest red, like his lips.  He had faint, light blond
hairs all over his legs and arms and a little below his navel.  He also had
big hands, and he needed them, because his prick was gigantic.  I had
noticed before that he seemed to pack a big backet, and at times thought he
had to be stuffing his shorts with something.  I don't know for sure just
how long that thing was, but it was long and in perfect proportion as far
as thickness and wideness, with some really big nuts hanging down really
low.  As I watched his hands move back and forth over it, I felt my
butthole pucker, and the vision of that monster sliding deep into me
flashed through my head.  I had to make my eyes move to Chase, afraid
everyone would notice I was staring too long.  Chase really had that
V-shape going with his torso, with sholders especially wide for his height
and a narrow little waist and hips.  His pecs were broad and flat and firm,
and his abs were really ripped (how did these guys do it?)  He didn't have
much hair, either.  His cock was not real long, but thick and wide and he
was the only uncut one there.  I remember thinking it was weird how, out of
this group of college guys I probably had the most hair, and I really don't
have much at all.
     I noticed I wasn't the only one checking the other guys out.
Everybody seemed to be pretty much just watching the other guys, except for
Steven, who seemed to be looking at Gina most of the time.  She kept giving
a closedmouth moan as she gazed up and had started reaching up to fondle
different guys nuts as we were getting into it.  I felt her long nails kind
of tickle my ballsack and her fingers roll each nut around with a light
squeeze before she explored the area between my balls and my asshole with
her nails.  I noticed Gill's shoulder rubbing against mine as we rhythmicly
pounded our meat, and I look over to him and down to take in that familiar
bod.  He was still the best, perfect proportion, perfect skin, best shaped
dick, his hips thrusting with each stroke like it looked when he fucked.
Gill was so strong and solid and manly, it always just drove me wild.  I
started to beat faster as the pressure in my groin built up, and I noticed
the other guys speeding up too.  Gill couldn't take his eyes off of Tyler's
cock and chest, even as Gina pulled on Gill's nuts and rubbed her lips on
his leg above the knee.  Tyler looked at me more than at Gill, and I don't
think Chase had taken his eyes off of me either.  Kind of all at once, it
seemed like, we all went to doubletime.
     I didn't really care about being first, I was enjoying the show, but I
knew it wouldn't be long.  But Gill beat me to the punch, shooting his
spunk all over Gina.  I had never actually seen him squirt--it came out
first in big globs, and then a finer spray, and she had it on her face, in
her fluffy blond hair, and one of the first globs went right in her open
mouth.  Seeing all his cum splattered all over her like that sent me over
the edge, and I kicked out my usual five or six ropes of goo, laying
stripes across her face.  Chase came a split second after me and didn't
shoot much, which dribbled more than shot.  The last two guys took a little
longer, but when Tyler shot, it was like somebody had dumped a cup of the
suff right in the middle of her face, on her cheek and her mouth.  I looked
up to see him still pumping and straining, the veins in his neck and his
arms kind of straining, eyes closed, mouth open, head back.  He was more
vocal than anybody else, too.  He gave three goodsize volleys, and the rest
kind of dripped out in gooey strands.  Steven was still staring at her tits
as he sort of whimpered and let fly.  His spoo seemed to do a little dance
in the air before it fell into her hair.  Gina rubbed the stuff all over
her face and licked her fingers, showing us lots of tongue.
     "Well, that settles it, Anthony," Tyler said in his characteristic
drawl, "you're first."  As we all climbed down off the table, Steven asked
if anybody had any rubbers, and Gina said she was on the pill.  She had
propped herself up on her elbows and asked Gill seductively how he wanted
her.  From the looks of him, he was ready to go.  Tyler and Steven had lost
a little of their erections, but if any of the rest of us has gone any
limp, you couldn't tell it now.  "On your back, bitch," Gill said
playfully, his energy still high.  He had aways favored the missionary
position and variations of it for some reason, so this didn't surprise me.
He didn't waste any time mounting her, and started out sort of kneeling
with Gina's legs against his thighs pointing upward like I had seen him
screw Kelly.  He pointed his rod into her mound and pushed it right in,
making his stomach muscles tense up to give me a great view of his
washboard.  As he started pumping her, he bent over and kissed her some,
then licked at the drying streaks on her cheek.  Chase reached out and took
hold of one of her round boobies, massaging it but looking at me across the
table.  He was really cute, but my attention was on Gill, I moved around to
the end of the table and got a view of his butt contracting each time he
pushed into her, and I wanted to reach out and hold it, but something held
me back.  No guy had openly touched another guy yet, the man-to-man thing
had remained an undertone, and I didn't feel comfortable enough yet to
cross that line.
     Steven was off to the side playing with himself slowly while he
watched Gill screw her, and Tyler was at the head of the table, opposite
from me, grinning at me.  He turned and slowly walked around the table
toward me, and I momentarily wanted to leave.  When he got by my side, he
just leaned over and whispered so only I could hear, "So which one of these
guys do you want to fuck the most?" and just looked at me.  We watched Gill
fuck the girl for a minute, then Gill settled down into the standard
missionary (surprise) and continued his methodic grind.  They looked great
together, with a side-to-side motion in unison.  She was starting to get
vocal as he pressed his chest against her breasts.  Chase was still groping
her tit, so I knew at the same time his hand had to be rubbing Gill's pec,
and Chase kept glancing over in our direction.  Tyler whispered again,
close to my ear, "Chase likes you, you know," and simulaneously took my
cock in his hand.  For some reason, it seemed really natural, and I just
let him.  After a minute, I took hold of his as well, and just held it.  It
was so big in my hand, it seemed like holding a coke bottle.
     Gill was humping her faster now, and the sight of them going at it
with Chase feeling them up while he stroked himself with his other hand,
combined with Tyler pulling my pud had me ready to squirt again already.  I
knew I was next up to bat and intended to follow through with it, so I
pulled away from Tyler and moved to the head of the table.  Gill was
grunting, his body shaking with each powerful thrust, as she writhed
beneath.  I've heard more than one of his girlfriends comment about how
expert he was in moving around inside them to maximize the pleasure, and
I'm sure Gina was geting the full treatment.  When Gill looked up and saw
me standing there, he kind of nodded once with a smirk on his face, that
old familiar devlish grin was back.  I couldn't hold back, I leaned over
the table and planted a kiss on his mouth.  He opened his lips and let me
in, really getting into it.  Someone put a hand on my neck and was
massaging it.  I peeked to see Tyler with a his other hand on Gill's neck
and sucking on Gill's earlobe.  Gill's kissing got more intense, his
rocking got even more agitated, and then he broke away from me with a shout
and raised up high on his stiff arms, drilling her pointedly several times
as she cried out.  He caught his breath as Tyler stroked his hair, then
rolled off of her onto his back, exhausted, his wet hardon waving stiffly
in the air.
     I coulnd't wait, I immediately moved in to take her doggystyle.  On my
knees in the middle of the table, I manhandled up to me.  I decided to be
rough and slammed into her from the start, and even pulled her hair.  I
stiffened when I remembered my dick was sliding around in a cunt full of
Gill's sperm.  I hadn't been at it very long when I felt a body behind me
press against mine.  Chase had climbed up there and was wrapping his arms
around me as I rammed her.  His hands were all over my chest and belly,
even to the base of my cock, and having a hand inbetween me and her when I
slid all the way in was pretty hot.  He toyed with my nipples, lightly
pinching them, and nibbled on the back of my neck and my shoulders.  I
could feel his stiff dick rubbing up between my buttcheeks, pressing
against me firmly every time I pulled out of Gina.  At one point, Chase
pointed his dick down so that it was rubbing between my legs and every once
in a while it poked my balls from behind.  He was kissing and licking and
biting my upper back while his strong hands continued to explore the front
of my torso firmly.
     Tyler and Gill were standing near the table making out and their hands
were all over each other.  I thought I would have been jealous, but it was
so hot watching them grope each other while Chase's hands and mouth
devoured my flesh.  Steven climbed on the table and thrust his straining
prick in Gina's face, which she automatically consumed, taking it in to the
root all at once.  He started to fuck her face while I pounded her pussy
from behind, picking up the pace.  Steven bent down and played with her
dangling tits beneath her as she continued to swallow all of him, and
suddenly, out of the blue, I was jamming my swollen piece even farther into
her, spraying her insides with my load.  Chase knew I was unloading and
reached between my legs from behind to give my nuts a firm squeeze, which
doubled my ecstacy.  The moment was so intense it was almost overwhelming.
I have not exagerated anything.  I pulled out of her and would have laid
down, but Chase was holding me up, still kissing my back and massaging my
front.

     "Are you gonna fuck her?"  I asked.

     "If you want me to," Chase murmured, with a raspy, adolesent sounding
voice.

     "Let me see you do it," I told him.  He pulled away from me and I
climbed down.  Gina was on her back again, sixty-nining with Steven.  Chase
said something about hold your horses, its my turn, and Steven sat up, his
pecker still in her mouth.  Chase picked Gina up at the hips and slid her
so that her ass was on the edge of the table.
 Steven followed her and she took his balls in her mouth as Chase jump down
and positioned himself between her legs.  I didn't think he'd be tall
enough, but his dick was at just the right height standing at the edge.  I
was leaning back against the table, so I had a good vantage point as he
placed the head at her swollen folds and moved into her.  She moaned, still
chewing on Steven's nads and jacking his prick.  Chase looked at me and
smiled as he pistoned his really wide cock in and out of her, I liked
seeing it slide almost all the way out, glistening, then disappear back in
to the slit.  He reached out and pulled my face to his, where our mouths
met and ate at each other.  He had a small mouth, but like it was on fire,
he was trying to suck the life out of me.  His fingers were buried in my
hair, clutching my head.  I thought of how hot this guy was, but at the
same time how he wasn't Gill.  His hand went down to my pecker, but I had
to sit down in one of those chairs for a minute, feeling dizzy.  I watched
Chase's butt churning, and noticed how small and tight it was, how you
could cup each bun in one hand.  I thought, I should get up right behind
him and stick my prick up his ass while he fucked her, I was hard enough
again already, but then I thought again of Gill.  I was in a haze.
     I may have passed out for a few minutes, I know I had leaned back in
the chair.  The next time I looked up, Gina was on her side, Tyler was
laying back of her taking her from behind, and Steven was laying face to
face with her and also had his dong shoved up in her.  I couldn't believe
they could both get their cocks in her at the same time, as big as Tyler
was.  She had felt pretty tight when I screwed her.  I stood up to see if
maybe Tyler was in her ass instead, but no, they were both ramming her
cunt, first one plunging in, then pulling out as the other crammed in.
Gill stood at the side of the table, his hand wandering over Tyler's body
in action.  There was no part of Tyler that Gill didn't feel up as I
watched them and my rod got completely hard again.  I knew someone was
missing, but didn't register who until Chase came back into the room from
the hall, still totally naked, except he never took off his socks.  I
figured he'd been in the john.
     Chase came up to me and said hi, smiling all bleary eyed and swaying a
little bit.  From the look on his face and his eyes, I thought maybe he'd
been smoking pot.  Behind him Gill was climbing onto the table beside
Tyler, his perfect tan body contrasted against Tyler's milky light muscles.
I looked up and down Chase, and it struck me intensely in that moment how
really hot he was, with that compact bod, all smooth, and something just
snapped.  I stepped up to him and landed a kiss on his mouth, breathing in
and tasting the pot (I was right) while my hand explored his chest, roughly
massaging his tits, burrowing under his arms, clamping his beefy side.  I
kneaded his handsize bun--God it was firm, and begin licking down his
front, letting my lips and teeth taste and eat every inch of him.  I
lingered on his pert little nips, trying to suck and nibble them right off
his pecs, then continued downward, tracing the ridges of his abs with my
tongue, which I buried in his navel.
     I licked farther down, and was entering new territory.  As much as I
liked guys, I had never sucked one off, I was always the one that got
blown, and I didn't get fucked, I always did the fucking.  I would have
sucked Gill's dick given the chance, but Chases meat was more then tempting
enough.  I took the wide, thick shaft in my hand and kissed the head, then
started frenching it.  He went wild, and I could tell it was
supersensitive, later I heard because he was uncut.  I pushed his butt with
my hands and his dick stretched my mouth wide open.  I'd had enough head to
know to cover my teeth with my lips.  I didn't have much room to manuver my
tongue, but I swirled the underside a little.  I didn't even have to think
about what to do, it just came natrual.  I kept pressing his ass so he was
feeeding me cock until my face was tickled by his curly pubes.  He smelled
like talcum powder and cologne and sweat down there.  His head was just
reaching into my throat, but not far enough to make me cough or anything.
He steadied himself with a hand on my delt, gripping it strongly, and
stroked my hair with his other fingers.  After just a second of sucking, he
pulled part of the way out and then back in again and began fucking my
mouth as it relaxed some and I increased the sucktion.  I heard a couple of
grunts and figured somebody on the pool table was dropping their load.
     Chase was looking over his shoulder at the action on the table and
increased the power of his thrusts, jabbing further into my throat now.  I
couldn't hardly breathe, but I didn't care.  He began to moan and tightened
his hold on the back of my head, and pulled my shoulder firmly, shoving his
prick home with one final thrust that made his buns tense up in my hands as
hard as baseballs.  I felt his shaft pulsing in my mouth and felt the hot
slime squirting into my throat, but it was too far back to taste.  He shot
about three times, and as he relaxed and withdrew his piece along my
tongue, the trail of cum tasted like sweetened seawater.  I had this flash
of a thought that snorkeling had never been this fun!  Chase staggered back
a step, with a wide, dopey grin on his face, still stoned I guess.  I arise
and checked out the table.  Steven had gone out of the room, Gina was
laying her back spread eagle, obviously exhausted, and Gill was cuddling
against Tyler, on his back next to Gina, with his arm curled behind his
head.  Tyler was looking over at me with a knowing grin that I sort of
resented,but couldn't deny.  I turned and put my salty mouth on Chase's for
another sloppy spitfest, palming his upper back.  Then I clamped his neck
gently but firmly and guided him to the table, facing it, to bend him over
it.  I was determined now to take that ass.
     As I forced him over, His head was between Gina's legs and his face
could almost reach her twat.  I really wanted to shove his mouth in there
and watch him eat her out, since she was filled up with the cum of all five
of us by now, I figured.  I put two fingers in my mouth and juiced them up
with spit, and as I worked them both at once into Chase's tight hole, I
told him to "Eat her out."  Chase wiggled that little butt some, trying to
help my fingers go in, and pulled the bitch closer to him to reach her wet
snatch.  Her big mams giggled as he slid her to him.  He dove his tongue
right into her and I got my fingers all the way in and worked them around.
Now I was back on familiar turf as I got his shute ready for my piece.  I
spit on my hand to lubed up the other two finger, inserting three and then
all four.  I got up on the table and put my stiff pecker in front of
Chase's face.  He stopped lapping at Gina's thatch when I said, Slick me up
dude."  He put his warm, wet mouth on me and engulfed the hole thing.  I
had a handful of his hair, tugging at it to keep him on me for a minute.
"You want it," I said.  He kind of nodded, I could see in his eyes he
really did want me in him, but I was feeling mean.  "You really want it,
faggot?  You really want to get assfucked, you little pussy kid?"  He
couldn't speak, so he tried to moan his answer, which really felt good on
my peter.  "All right eat some more cunt, pussyboy," I shoved his head away
and lowered myself down off the table.  I couldn't believe that was me
saying that, I didn't usually get into talking trash like that, but it felt
good that time, I felt pissed.
     I moved right up to that little rump, spread his cheeks apart,
centered my head at the puckering target, and drilled into him with one
sharp stroke.  His yelp was a little muffled by his clit sandwich, and he
tried to stand up, but I kept a hand in the middle of his back, pinning him
down, and held a narrow hip in my other hand to steady my drilling in and
out.  His feet were about two inches from the floor, so he didn't have much
leverage to fight back.  I got into a rhythym where I would pull out on a
two count and then shove in harshly on a one count, lifting him off the
table with my force and causing him to grunt.  He had quit chowing down on
Gina's crotch, who was now fingering herself as she watched our show.  I
looked over to Tyler, who was still laying there looking at me while Gill
gave him a tongue bath.  This fed my jealousy, and I plowed into Chase's
tight backside even harder.  I thought he might cry out for me to stop
(which anyway I woulnd't have), but as he labored to breath he got out,
Yeah, fuck me, man, oh, shit yea," or that kind of thing, punctuated by my
thrusts.
     I tried to concentrate on the curves on Chases back that showed every
muscle as he tensed, but I couldn't keep from looking over to where Gill
was just reaching Tyler's big cock, and he took the head in his mouth
asTyler stared at me.  I had never seen Gill do anything like that with a
guy.  My pace was furious now; I thought, this is so fucked up, but it's so
hot, which made it even more fucked up, and I was fucking this sexy guy,
kid really, pounding his insides while he begged for more, and I could feel
him squeezing my dick with his assring every time I rammed it home now.
"Oh, shit," is all I remember saying as I buried my bone as deep in his
backyard as imaginable and my dickhead twitched, depositing a good four
squirts of my spunk in his hot guts.  (They had this tin kinda ceiling
where you could see a dull reflection, and as I came I was looking straight
up and saw this distorted image of me pressed to the hilt in him, that "V"
spreading out from his button butt, and Gina's mound just inches from his
face.  Fucked up, but hot.)
     I laid forward with my chest on Chase's back, worn out, my sweat
mixing with his, my heaving breaths out of sink with his, and then we were
breathing together.  Thanks, he gasped with eyes closed, and squeezed my
cock with his butt.  I wanted to say something like, sure anytime, but all
I could think of course was Gill.  I look over and he's sucking Tyler and I
just couldn't take it, I pulled out of Chase and turned around to pick up
my clothes off the floor.  I put on the first underwear I saw (I never did
know whose they were), then pulled on my jeans and my sweater, I left my
shirt and socks.  I was pushing on my shoes as I moved out the door, and
heard Gill call "Matt" but I was out of there.  I don't know what else
happened there that night.  It was so cold out, I almost went back to get
my jacket, but I couldn't face him again, so I just lumped it.
     I thought about going to Cindi's, but I knew what she'd want from me
(if she wasn't still pissed at me) and I wasn't in the mood, so I went to
this girl Lea's apartment.  She wasn't home, but her roommate was cool and
let me in to crrash on the couch.
 Even though I was dog tired, I laid there for what seemed like forever,
thinking about everything that happened, and thinking I should move out and
get a place of my own, if Gill wanted to be with Tyler or whoever.  It was
one thing to be stiffed because he wasn't cool with the guy/guy thing, but
it was something else to watch him paw all over another guy and even blow
him.  Fuck him, I thought as I drifted off to sleep.  But I couldn't forget
him that easy, and didn't see then how things would change before the end
of the year.

(I will write and post the last part of this if response is good.  Please
tell me what parts you like to hear about most, thanks.  Matt S. -
FrizBDude@yahoo.com)