Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2016 02:42:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Aaron Deepneau Subject: Little White Pills, Chapter 15 Hi Guys, thanks for all the support--the feedback and enthusiasm are much appreciated! Speaking of which, be sure to show your love to the folks at Nifty with a donation: just click on http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html to give them a helping hand (yes, pun intended) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Chapter 15: "The Truth Will Out" Chris lay there catching his breath as Aaron gradually stopped moving inside him. "Oh man...that was great. Phew." Aaron grinned and eased out of his ass--too soon for Chris's taste. "I thought you'd like that. You were great too." He began kissing down Chris's chest, lapping up the pools of semen that were cooling there. "That was definitely better than going to see that lame movie." "Hey, I like 'Breakfast at Tiffany's!' It's cooler than you think." He giggled as Aaron's tongue and beard ticked his belly button. "I can get a towel dude--you don't have to do that." "Mmmm...but I like it." He engulfed Chris's softening cock in his mouth, cleaning it thoroughly. "You taste so good." Chris sighed and shifted his body. Now that he'd gotten off (all over himself) he wasn't really horny, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the tongue bath. "I bet you do this for all the guys you fool around with." Aaron pulled back up to settle on top of him, warm and solid. "Nope. Just the ones I like." He smiled and gave Chris a quick kiss on the lips, then rolled over to lie beside him. "Well you seem to like a lot of them." Chris tried to make it into a joke. Aaron rolled onto his side and propped his head up on an elbow; his fingers traced a slow path over Chris's pecs. "I have sex with a lot of them, but that's not the same thing. That's just getting off. I mean, sometimes you just want to get off a certain way, right? Like, I know you like getting railed by a big dick, and I'm not the biggest tool in the shed, so you go hit up Gabe, right? But it's not like there's more to it than getting off." He gave a questioning look, slightly uncertain. Chris was thoughtful for a minute. He had to admit Aaron had a point--since he'd moved in he'd let Gabe pound him a few times, and it was mind-blowing in a purely physical sense. And if he was honest he'd thought about Big Dave more than once as well, although their paths never seemed to cross at the right time. But more often than not, especially lately, it was Aaron's bed he ended up in (or vice versa). "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, I guess I'm just sorta new to figuring this thing out." "Hey, it's cool. I'm kinda new to it myself. So, yeah. But I do like you. And not just this." He gave Chris's cock and balls a gentle squeeze. Chris gave a small smile. "What about Dave and Joey? Sorry, I just...I'm wondering what the deal is, that's all." He widened his smile. "No pressure though, I swear." Aaron gave a bemused look. It had all seemed so simple when he and Derrick decided to recruit some new roommates into the Program--how had Chris gotten him so tangled up inside? He decided to go with the truth. "Well, I guess it's kinda complicated. They're two of my best friends, and we fooled around a lot together when we were roommates. So yeah, we hook up, and I love them to death. But--" this was harder to say out loud than he'd thought it would be, "they're doing their own thing now. Like, it's serious between them--you were at the party, you know. So being with them is like, I dunno, a reunion or something. But it's not gonna go anywhere with me, beyond what it is. So I'm not looking for anything from them. They're not my future, you know?" He looked closely at Chris, hoping all that made some sort of sense. "So where is your future?" Chris asked in a small voice. "I dunno. But I know where to look." He gave Chris another kiss, and they settled down to go to sleep. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The next few weeks got busy in a hurry: school was ramping up and Aaron was training harder than ever for the upcoming season, but somehow they ended up spending more time together. Aaron reminded Chris of Tigger from Winnie the Pooh: funny, goofy, and bursting with enthusiasm. Being around him made it impossible to stay bummed out about anything for long. So busy as they were, they found themselves cooking, catching the occasional movie, and going to parties together regularly; Aaron hung out with him and Ian at the frat house, where he quickly bro-bonded with all the guys. Chris had to laugh at how quickly it happened--no question, Aaron didn't have a shy bone in his body. He let Aaron drag him to some more wrestling keggers and found that the guys were pretty cool--he actually became a bit of a hero when he gave a couple of the them some physical therapy tips. And once he met Joey and Dave he realized Aaron wasn't just feeding him a line: he was no relationship expert, but the two of them were clearly into each other in a big way, on a different level than they were with Aaron. One benefit of Joey and Dave's relationship was that it left Aaron looking elsewhere for sex, and so in addition to the parties and joint study sessions they ended up spending a lot more time in bed together. Some of it was just luck: Gabe seemed to have a steady thing going with his girlfriend, so even though he was still up for some playtime his availability was limited. And whatever Big Dave wanted in the bedroom, Derrick seemed to provide it in spades. The whole house could hear them fucking when they got into it, and more than once Chris had jacked off listening to them. He knew he'd be welcome to join in--he was pretty sure Aaron had once or twice--but he still just couldn't bring himself to do it, especially when their new cop buddy starting coming by. "Don't worry, shy is sexy too," Aaron had assured him. But still...on the nights he could hear them he inevitably ended up with that blue dildo deep in his ass, hips pumping as he imagined it was Dave's monster penis making him whimper. But most nights it was Aaron's cock making him cry out. He didn't have the raw size Dave did, but he knew how to use it. And his oral skills...Chris had learned not to think about what Aaron's tongue could do to him during the day, at least not if there was any chance he'd have to stand up soon. There wasn't a part of his body that Aaron's mouth hadn't been over at some point, and he'd come to love returning the favor even if he was pretty sure he wasn't nearly as good at it. He'd been thinking about it a lot the Friday afternoon before the week of fall break, and when he got back to the house he was ready to do something about it: his boxers were soaked where he'd been leaking, and if he looked carefully he could see the damp spot on his jeans. So of course no one was home. He knew Gabe and Derrick had probably already taken off doing whatever, but Aaron's flight wasn't until the next morning. He sighed in frustration but decided he could hold out a while longer. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he plunked down on the living room floor, leaned back against the couch (so incredibly uncomfortable they were seriously talking about hauling it to the dump, screw the cost of a new one), and flicked on the TV--"Die Hard 2" would be a perfect mindless distraction. One beer and four dead bad guys later Aaron walked in lugging his gym bag. "Hey, Die Hard--awesome." "Better. It's Die Hard 2: Die Harder." "Mmmm...I like that theme." Aaron dropped his bag by the stairs. "I'm getting a beer--you want another one?" "Yeah sure, thanks." Chris's eyes were on the TV, but he hadn't missed the fact that Aaron was still pumped from the gym. He had an amazing body already, but now...Chris could feel himself stiffening right up. Aaron came back in with two bottles, standing next to Chris. "Scoot up." He handed him one. "What? Why?" "Coz I want to sit behind you. Scoot up." Aaron poked his hip with a foot. When Chris obligingly moved forward Aaron settled in behind him against the pillow, legs straddling Chris's body. He wrapped his free hand around Chris's waist and pulled him back until he was resting back against Aaron's chest; Aaron left his hand there after he was settled. "See? Not so bad." He took a swig of beer. Chris wiggled a little to make himself more comfortable. "Yeah, it's okay." He took Aaron's hand. "Okay?! Just okay?!" Aaron's tone was one of wounded outrage. "I worked chest and shoulders so you could lean up against this magnificent body, and all I get is 'It's okay'?!!" Chris couldn't suppress a grin. "Well, maybe it's pretty nice." Aaron gripped him tight. "Nice huh? I think you'd better aim for something a bit better than that," he growled in Chris's ear. "Okay, I guess maybe--MAYBE--I've been thinking about it today. Some." "Just some?" Aaron nibbled his ear. "That's all I rate?" He set his beer down and wrapped Chris in both his arms, the nibbling moving down the side of Chris's neck. He smelled like soap and clean sweat, and Chris breathed in deeply. "Maybe more than some. Maybe a lot." He squirmed against Aaron's touch on his neck, their bodies warm together. "And what were you thinking about?" Aaron's voice had gotten husky, and Chris could feel a lump starting to press against his tailbone. "Mmmmhh..." Chris squirmed more. "Stuff." He took Aaron's right hand and slid it down to his crotch, then flexed. "You know." He ground Aaron's palm up and down over his damp jeans. "Oh, that's nice," Aaron whispered, groping him. "You been this horny all day?" Chris arched against him. "Yeah, since this morning." He wanted to turn around to kiss, but Aaron had wrapped his heels around Chris's thighs; that and his grip held him in place. Fuck, he was so strong. "You been wanting to jack off?" Aaron's lips were moving all over his neck, and his hands were roving everywhere: not just his crotch, but all over his torso and thighs as well. Chris gave a muffled whimper. "Show me," Aaron whispered. His warm breath in Chris's ear made him shiver, and he quickly unbuttoned his fly to fish out his hard-on. It seemed to take forever: it wouldn't come out of his fly opening easily, and Aaron's mouth and hands kept distracting him. Finally it was free though, the tip wet and the smell of pre-cum wafting from it. Aaron growled in his ear and wrapped his right hand around it: his grip was warm and slightly calloused from his time in the weight room. He gave it a squeeze and Chris groaned: he didn't know why, but Aaron's hand felt so much sexier than when he did it himself. Aaron's thumb swirled over his head, adding fresh drippings to the sticky coating, and began slowly stroking. "Were you gonna do this?" he asked in a throaty voice. "Oh jeez. Unnnh...yeah.... Unnnnhhh...Aaron....nnngghhh...." Chris was helpless to stop his hips from pumping. There was enough natural lube that Aaron's grip wasn't chafing, but it was barely enough, and the combination of pleasure and almost-scraping was driving him nuts. "Fuck Chris, your cock feels so good...." Aaron sounded almost hypnotized as he gradually sped up the handy and Chris began bucking in earnest. Somehow his mouth found Aaron's, and their tongues met while his cock grew harder and harder. "Come for me Chris...I know you're close...shoot your wad. I wanna jack you off." Aaron's grip was still loose, but there was a steady stream of precum keeping Chris's head lubricated, and he panted in time with the stimulation he was feeling. "Aaaaaah! I'm gonna--I'm--AAAAHHH!" Chris's body spasmed back into Aaron's as he arched his hips and exploded. The first watery jet launched straight up and splattered back down onto his jeans, followed by four more that painted his tee shirt and one of Aaron's shoulders with white juice. The last few were less energetic, but by the time he was done Aaron's hand was dripping and the whole area around the base of Chris's cock was soaked. With a deep sigh he relaxed back against Aaron's body, utterly spent. He could feel that hard lump was still there, pressed into the base of his spine, but for the moment he was too drained to think about it. And Aaron seemed content to just hold him, at least for the time being. Eventually Chris recovered enough to speak, weakly. "Wow. I thought we were gonna just go upstairs. Wow." He tucked his cock back into his jeans, easier now that it was softening. Aaron sounded amused. "I thought you might like a handy for a change." He brought his right hand up and Chris could hear him licking it. "I know I did." "Man," Chris breathed, "that was great. I can't believe that a few months ago I never would've done this." He felt Aaron stiffen, and the licking stopped. "Whadya mean?" "I mean, I'd never really thought about doing anything with a guy before, but then...you know...we moved in, and, well, here we are." He shrugged. "So you'd never wanted to be with a guy before you, um, met us?" his voice was almost too casual. What was going on? "I dunno. I mean, maybe I'd thought about it a bit, but never, you know, done anything about it. Even with myself." "What..." he heard Aaron swallow; Chris could feel him trembling. "What if...there was, like, some sort of pill that could...like...open your mind up to the idea of, you know...a guy?" "Well, I...wait." Chris turned around to look at Aaron. He was white as a ghost and looked terrified; his hard on was long gone. "What's going on?" "I--we--" Aaron looked like he was going to be sick. In a rush he said "A while back Joey and Dave and I found these pills by accident, and we took 'em one night, together, and that was the first time we hooked up. And since then...." he shrugged. "And we..." he took a deep breath and looked Chris in the eye. "And I put some of that stuff in your drink the night you moved in." He cringed like a dog waiting to be kicked. Chris shook his head. That couldn't be right. That was some sort of science fiction bullshit: there was no such thing as a gay pill. And anyway, he hadn't taken any pills. He'd just gotten really horny, like the other guys. All of a sudden. A feeling of horror washed over him. "Are you saying," he asked, his voice low, "you gave me a drug so I'd want to fuck you?" Aaron shrank in on himself, arms falling to his sides. "Yes," he whispered. "It wasn't...it--" he took a deep breath and forced himself to look Chris in the eye. "Yes," he said simply. Chris felt numb. This couldn't be happening. He was going to find a nice girl his parents liked, settle down, get married, and have a normal life. "A normal life," he whispered to himself. And here was the person who had taken all that away. Who was going to make him a fucking outcast. From his family, from his town, from everyone, and for what? He could feel the rage building. "You fucking piece of shit. I could've been happy--I could've--I could've been fucking NORMAL--but you had to get laid, didn't you? You _fucked me over_--" he jumped to his feet, trembling with fury and fear, "SO YOU COULD FUCKING GET LAID!!!" He was screaming. He didn't care. Aaron shrank in on himself, eyes red. "I never wanted to hurt you," he whispered. "SHUT UP!!! SHUT! THE FUCK! UP!!!" Chris's mind was reeling, and he thought he might throw up. "Do you have any idea what my parents will do if they find out about--this?! Do you? What my friends will think?! Of the fucking pervert you made me?" Chris wiped his eyes. "The one good thing that came out of this situation, the ONLY FUCKING THING, was you, and SURPRISE!! You're the motherfucker who caused it all! Congratulations Aaron! You FUCKING win!!" He stormed up the stairs to his room, hardly noticing as he wiped his cheeks. Downstairs, Aaron pressed his hands to his eyes and wept. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . By the time Chris got out of bed the next morning Aaron was long gone. There was a handwritten note in front of his door that read. "C-- I am so sorry for everything. I'll find a way to make this right, I swear. --A" Chris crumpled it up and was going to throw it in the waste basket, but at the last minute just left it on his desk. He went to the gym, worked out harder than he had in months, and finally staggered home, too exhausted to think. The next few days were more of the same. He blew off his friends' invites to parties, claiming he was burned out. He worked out until his mind was numb, ate if he had to, and slept. He bumped into Big Dave around the house a few times, but the blond giant quickly realized Chris was in no mood to talk, let alone hang out.. Aaron sent two more texts: "I'm so sorry. I'm a piece of shit," and "Be mad at me, but please don't hate yourself. I'm so sorry." He ignored them, but couldn't bring himself to hit Delete. By the time he left the gym Thursday evening his rage had more or less burned itself out. His life was still a smoldering ruin, but he at least felt like he could put up a civil front. He showered and grabbed the last of the tuna salad in the fridge, then marched into the living room to watch TV. Dave was there and eyed him warily when he came in, then scooted over so the two of them could share the one marginally comfortable spot on the couch. He said nothing while Chris finished his food in silence. "You've been a little pissy lately," he ventured during the next commercial break. "Sorry." Chris felt a twinge of guilt--it wasn't Dave's fault. He was as much a victim as Chris was. Dave gave a neutral grunt of acknowledgement. "You and Aaron fight or something?" Chris shrugged, keeping his gaze on the TV. "Yeah, you could say that." "Mm." The silence stretched out. "Do you like hooking up with guys?" Chris hadn't planned to say anything, but this just sort of burst out. Dave grinned. "Shit yeah. It's fucking awesome." Chris looked over at that, surprised. "So you've always messed around with dudes?" "Well no," Dave said, "not before you guys. But I fucking love it." "So...." Chris chose his words with care: he was pissed at Aaron, but if Dave got angry there was a good chance someone would end up in the emergency room. And not Dave. "If there was some pill that could make you like guys, would you care? Or not like guys?" "You mean, if I could take a pill so I wouldn't like dick, would I do it?" Chris nodded. "Fuck no. I told you, it's a blast." He gave Chris a look. "Is this what you've been throwing a hissy about? Messing around with dudes?" He said it with disbelief, and Chris felt the faintest twinge of guilt. Was he wrong to have been so angry? No, absolutely not. Aaron had done this to him. He realized Dave was still waiting for an answer. "Yeah, I guess. Maybe." "So lemme guess: you had your whole life planned, you were gonna marry the first chick you banged, buy a house in the country, and pop out a coupla kids--done. Was that it?" Chris shrugged. It sounded kind of stupid that way. "I guess." "Dude, tell me straight up: were you cherry?" "What?" Chris was confused. "Did you ever have sex with anyone before you moved in here? Bang any chicks? No judging." He held his hands up. Chris felt his face turn bright red. "Um, no." "So you didn't want to get laid with a chick so bad you couldn't wait for the first twenty years of your life, and now you're all bitter 'coz you found out you like doing it with dudes?" "Well aren't you?" Dave was supposed to be taking his side in this, not making him feel like whiner. "Fuck no, I told you. It's not like I still don't like pussy--you woulda seen the one I banged last Saturday if you hadn't been busy sulking." "So wait, you do girls too?" Dave snorted. "Of course. It's awesome." His look turned thoughtful. "But man...that shit Derrick does...." He shook his head. "That shit gets me off like nothing else." "Yeah, we know." Chris gave a half grin. "You can hear that huh?" Dave grinned back. Chris snorted softly. "I think the whole neighborhood can." Dave put his arm up on the back of the sofa and turned to face him. "So how come you never joined us? Gabe told me how much you like big dick, and I saw you watching me that night we moved in." His right hand moved down to the leg of his jeans, where he began rubbing the bulge there. "I know you like getting fucked," he said in a lower voice, and now his gaze was locked on Chris's. "And my cock gets so hard when Derrick plays with me--you should see it. You can't tell me you don't think about it sometimes." They could both see the bulge in his jeans leg swelling rapidly. "Don't you?" Chris nodded and swallowed. "Yeah." He'd been too upset and tired to be anything like horny the last several days, but now, looking at the sausage extending halfway down Dave's massive thigh...he licked his lips. "You go back to your room and jerk off? Thinking about my cock in your ass? Pounding that tight little hole?" Dave was starting to breath heavier too. When Chris nodded dumbly he continued. "I can hear you too sometimes, telling Aaron to fuck harder. It gets me so fuckin' hot, thinking about that ass of yours wrapped around my dick." His hand slid over into Chris's crotch and squeezed the hard-on he found, then slid lower to start rubbing his taint and hole. Chris let out a sharp breath and began rubbing Dave's huge member through his jeans. Gaze still locked with Chris's, Dave gave a low growl of arousal. "That's it bro, get me good and hard. I am gonna shred that fucking hole of yours," Chris gasped as Dave squeezed him hard, forcing him to dribble in his shorts, "just the way you want." Dave stood up, tented jeans right in front of Chris's face. "Let's fuck." He headed upstairs to his room and Chris followed without a word. When they got to the room Dave immediately pulled off his clothes, while Chris stood there a little uncertainly. Usually he and Aaron would undress each other, but it looked like that wasn't how Dave worked. "C'mon dude, strip." Dave hopped on one leg as he pulled off his jeans. "Lemme see that fine ass." Chris kicked off his shoes and pulled off his shirt, then paused as he got a full view of Dave's naked body. Covered in pale blond fur, his well-defined pecs and abs still stood out, along with his massive quads and calves. And there in the middle, rising up from a bush that manscaping had barely tamed, was what Chris had fantasized about. It wasn't quite as fat as Gabe's, but that didn't matter: the cut head easily rose up eight inches or more from its base. Fresh fluid leaked from it as Chris watched, dribbling down towards his smooth balls hanging heavily in their sack. Chris couldn't resist. Not waiting to pull off his shorts he fell to his knees to take the monster in his mouth, one hand wrapped around the massive shaft, the other sliding into his shorts to stroke his own meat. He sighed with pleasure as the nutty flavor filled his mouth, and swirled his tongue to collect more, then slid down to engulf as much as he could, his lips keeping a tight seal as he sucked. He felt Dave's hand grip his head, and heard a muttered "Fuck yeah dude, suck it," and was rewarded with a fresh trickle of flavor. It was different than Aaron's--less sweet, but not any less of a turn-on to taste. He began bobbing his head up and down. Even with everything he'd learned from Aaron he couldn't get the whole thing in his mouth, but the noises Dave was making said he was doing okay. Dave's hips had begun instinctively pumping as Chris got him more and more worked up, and he'd moved his right hand around to slide a digit into his hole. Chris grabbed hold of his massive glutes and pulled them apart so Dave could finger himself more easily. "Oh fuck yeah man," he grunted, "fuck yeah." Precum was practically pouring out now as he tickled his prostate, and he licked his lips as he eyed the fine ass sticking out below him. Chris's own shorts were growing wet. His asshole itched with a need for attention, and without even thinking he let go of Dave's furry ass to slide his left hand down the back of his shorts in a mirror image of the blond jock's actions. His index finger slid through his lightly-furred crack, questing until he reached the wrinkled skin of his pucker. A wave of pleasure rolled out from his groin as his finger slid in to the second knuckle, and he paused his oral efforts to let out a muffled groan of enjoyment. "Oh shit," Dave breathed out. "Aaron was right about how hot you are." He pulled out of Chris's mouth. "Get your shorts off bro. It's time to fuck." Chris scrambled to his feet and out of his shorts. The brief stimulation of his hole had lit a fire, and all he could think about was getting Dave's cock in there. Dave knelt before him and greedily swallowed most of his wet dick, slurping up and down while Chris tried to keep from coming. He pulled off before it was too late though and stood back up, wiping his mouth. "Damn that's some tasty meat." He turned Chris around. "Get on your hands and knees man. I wanna do you doggy style." Chris climbed on the bed and got in position, hard-on bobbing beneath him. Usually he and Aaron did it in the missionary position. He knew it was kind of vanilla, but he loved making out together, and the feel of Aaron's warm body moving on top of him. Not with Dave apparently: no making out, just pure fucking. He felt a shiver of lust at the thought and spread his knees wider in invitation. "Hang on," Dave said, "Derrick got this lube we use. You're gonna fuckin' love this." He fumbled briefly in his bedside table drawer, where Chris glimpsed a couple of dildos, some padded cuffs, and other items he couldn't identify. There was also a tube of lube, which Dave retrieved before positioning himself behind Chris. Chris braced himself for the invasion. From the times he'd been with Gabe he knew it would hurt at first, but as long as Dave didn't go too fast he could take it. His asshole twitched as Dave squeezed a cold glob of the lube on it, but instead of a massive cock head splitting him open a single finger slid in, pushing the gel inside. Even that was enough to make him whimper, and he felt a glob of precum drip off his dick head onto the bedspread as his face flushed. Dave's finger began working in and out, twisting around and spreading the lube deep in his guts. A second one soon joined it, rubbing and stretching, and as it did he could feel a warm glow building inside him, sensitizing his tissues. The rubbing from Dave's fingers made the sensation grow with each stroke, a pleasurable itch that demanded scratching. It was the same feeling he'd gotten when Brad played with his ass the night they'd moved in, and he realized this must be the same lube or something like it. He groaned in anticipation: Brad's cock up his ass that night had made him cum like never before, and now Dave was here with that massive cock...instinct made him push his hips back against Dave's hand, urging it deeper. But fingers weren't enough, not nearly enough. "Fuck me," he gasped. "Hell yeah," Dave agreed, and positioned himself to line up on Chris's ass. Surrounded by a dusting of black hair, the jock's hungry hole was already gaping open for him. He pressed the fat head against the pink flesh, leaving a smear of precum in Chris's crack as it started to sink in; he paused waiting for Chris to adjust. "You still want one of those pills so you don't want a dick in your ass anymore?" "Mmmmnnnnhh...nooo," Chris panted, "Just fuck me." Dave slapped his ass and Chris jumped in surprise, the distraction giving Dave the opportunity to slide his head past the tight ring. Chris whimpered, and Dave slapped the other cheek and pressed in another inch. "Take it. This is the cock you want." Slap. Push. Groan. "Take my meat." Slap. Push. Deep groan. Chris's hands were clenched in the sheets. "Admit it, you fucking cock hound." Slap. Push. Another groan, louder this time. "You love getting fucked. Say it, bitch." Dave rammed the rest of the way in, grinding his pubes against Chris's pale muscular ass. Chris could barely think. Each time he thought he'd taken the whole thing, that his hole was completely filled, Dave sank in deeper. Waves of pleasure pulsed from his ass through his body until it was all he could think of; pure lust took over. "Yes! Fuck me Dave. Fuck my ass!" he hissed. Being filled up wasn't enough: he needed to feel that piece of meat ramming into him, pounding his hole, tearing him up. He ground his hips against Dave's groin, the sensation of fur against his ass feeding his slutty urges. For once he stopped thinking about what he was doing, and gave himself over to the raw animal pleasure he was feeling. Dave's cock commanded his full attention, there was no room to think about anything else as it began sliding in and out. "Hardeeeer!" he commanded. There was a pause, and then Dave slowly (too slowly) withdrew until just the tip of his head remained inside, teasing his hole for a brief second. "Take my cock dude," Dave said through gritted teeth, Grabbing Chris's hips, he slammed into him hard enough to push his face into the pillow. His hole wasn't completely loosened up, but this massive stroke took care of that. A burst of pleasure spread from his sphincter as it was opened up all the way, followed by another as Dave's hips slammed against him, driving his cock hard against Chris's prostate. His balls had been building up jizz for six days now, the need to dump their load growing while he'd gone down on Dave, and more as the stimulation in his ass had increased. This final assault had tipped the scales, and before he could say anything his cock exploded in a hands-free orgasm--something he never thought could happen. But it was now: his sphincter spasmed, and watery jets burst from from his flaring cock head. He squeezed his eyes shut and quivered with pleasure: Dave hadn't stopped pounding him, and each thrust added to his orgasm. A long quavering "Aaaaaaahhh!" burst from him, muffled by the pillow. "Shoot that fuckin' load Chris. So fuckin' hot...ride my cock...." Dave was pumping at a steady pace, getting off on Chris's orgasm. Shooting his load hands-free showed just how much he craved Dave's meat, and the big blond felt a surge of testosterone. Chris's orgasm faded but Dave's pounding was relentless, and he hardly began to soften before the fat shaft forced him fully erect again. He was barely aware of his hands clawing the sheets: the things Dave were doing to his asshole demanded his attention. No sooner would he adjust to the rhythm of a solid long-dicking, begging Dave to go faster, than the burly blond would switch to short jackrabbit strokes that pounded his prostate relentlessly. "Harder," he panted, and then Dave slowed down and added a circular motion to his thrusts--no longer so deep, but stretching his hole even wider; the pleasure so intense all he could do was gasp. Memories of Aaron doing this to him rose up, momentarily breaking his focus, and then Dave's monster was ramming deep into him again and all he could think to do was beg for more, and more, and more. He barely noticed Dave's sweat dripping on his back, or of the increased volume of his grunts as he thrust inside Chris's ravaged ass, but when a warm paw wrapped around his dripping dick and started stroking him off he knew the end was near. "Fuck," Dave panted, "I'm gonna nut. Aaahhnnn!" His hips and hand moved faster, and then he pulled Chris's chest up, one arm pinning their muscular torsos together as the other jacked the smaller man's cock relentlessly. The different position added just the stimulation his cock needed, and he exploded into the warm hole. It was all Chris needed too. Pulling him into a kneeling position, Dave had found a new way to stimulate his ass, and the pleasure was more than he could bear. His mind reeled from the sensations assaulting it: not just the cock pulsing in his ass, but the soft fur of Dave's body pressed against him from his shoulders down to his asshole. The smell of masculine sweat filling his nostrils, and Dave's massive arm squeezing his chest tight. And not least the feeling coming from his cock, now in Dave's iron grip. It was rock hard, and he screamed when Dave's palm rubbed against the slick tip. Blasts of semen shot into Dave's hand, the lubrication sensitizing the head even more, and his ass spasmed around Dave's shaft. Dave gave a shout and pressed deeper into him, the flaring, spitting head pulsing deep in Chris's guts. When Chris's vision finally cleared he felt like he'd been working out for hours. He collapsed weakly back onto his elbows, panting; Dave was too spent to hold him up. Post-orgasmic shudders ran through his body as Dave's still-hard member shifted inside him, and he bit his lip with a small moan as it began sliding out. Part of him didn't want it to end, but now that he'd come he was more aware of just how thoroughly Dave had wrecked his chute. When Dave was fully out he could sense his hole gaping, warm liquid trickling out to drip down his taint--he'd have to clean up thoroughly before he put his clothes back on. Chris flopped down onto his belly--he could feel wet streaks everywhere from where he'd shot--and Dave collapsed onto his back next to him. "Holy shit man, that was fucking unbelievable." Dave took in a deep breath, then let out a satisfied sigh. "No wonder Aaron wants you all to himself." "Huh?" The mention of Aaron's name brought Chris back to earth with a jolt. "Dude, you were fucking hot. I mean, I know I'm louder and shit, but you were hardcore. Made me horny as fuck doing you like that." He gave Chris's ass a light swat. "Gonna have to talk to your boy about that." "Whadya mean?" "You know. I mean, haven't you wondered why the rest of us haven't been trying to jump your bones?" "Ummm...I guess." "It's no big deal or anything. Aaron just kinda took us aside, said he wasn't sure you were totally cool with this man-on-man action, and we should give you some space. Now that I know how you really feel," he grinned, "I'm thinking you might be interested in a repeat performance." "Oh." Chris didn't know what to say. He'd had no idea that Aaron was looking out for him like that, and he wasn't sure how he felt about random hookups with Dave, even if the sex had blown him away. "Hey, no pressure man, whatever you like. You know where to find me." Dave grabbed a tee shirt off the floor and wiped his crotch, then stood up. "You don't want to, uh, hang out for a bit?" Chris asked. He and Aaron would almost always spoon up together after sex, talking and joking around. Apparently that wasn't Dave's thing. "Nah, gonna clean up and watch the rest of the game. Hang out if you want though--once you've recovered." He gave Chris a broad wink and padded to the bathroom. Chris decided he'd look pretty lame just lying there, so he got out of bed. He could use Aaron's bathroom to clean up in. Sure enough, his ass was pretty sore the next couple of days; when Dave offered him a chance at a repeat performance Saturday he was tempted, but took a pass. Dave shrugged, unconcerned. "Anytime you change your mind bro..." Sunday came, and Gabe and Derrick returned to the house. Aaron would be getting back sometime that evening, and Chris could feel his stomach churning in anticipation. A brutal workout helped his nerves some, but nowhere near enough. He forced himself to eat some spaghetti with the rest of the guys in front of the TV, if only for the distraction, but when a blast of cool fall air announced someone opening the front door he felt his heart pound in his chest. He couldn't stop from looking. Aaron stood there in jeans and a hoodie, duffle in one hand, but not the Aaron he knew. This one was haggard, bloodshot eyes with dark circles under them stark on his pale face. He'd shaved off the goofy hockey-stick sideburns Chris and the guys had teased him about, and his shoulders were slumped. If he was Tigger before, now he was Tigger without his bounce. A pang of pity went through Chris's heart. "Well you look like shit," Gabe commented. "Welcome back." Aaron looked at him dully. "Yeah. Sick I guess. I'm gonna go to bed." He gave Chris a stricken look and plodded up the stairs without another word, head down. "Shit," Gabe said, "he'd better not pass that around. I do not need the flu before midterms." He turned back to his pasta and the TV. Chris finished his meal and made up his mind. He'd been so, so angry, but that seemed a long time ago now somehow. Seeing how Aaron had taken it was breaking his heart. "I'll see if he wants any food. Any spaghetti left?" "Yeah, plenty," Derrick said absently. "Help yourself." Chris grabbed a bowl of noodles and sauce, put some cheese on it, and headed upstairs. By the time he got to Aaron's door his heart was pounding; he forced himself to take a deep breath and then went in. Aaron was sitting on his bed, leaning back against the wall. He had an Econ book in his lap, but it wasn't open and Chris doubted he had actually been reading it. When he saw Chris he flinched and put his head down, saying nothing, just looking heartbroken, and Chris felt the last of his anger melt away. He closed the door behind him. "I got you some spaghetti. Lotsa cheese." Aaron's voice was hoarse and subdued. "Thanks. You didn't have to." He didn't move, so Chris set the bowl and fork down on the bedside desk. "I thought it might help. You look like shit A." "I am a piece of shit. You were right: I ruined your life. I let my dick do my thinking, and now you're stuck dealing with it." "Aaron--" "No, I told you I'd fix this and I will." His voice was low and fierce, and he wouldn't look up. "I'll talk to Derrick--he got that juice from someone he knows in the lab. They must have something that'll make it go away. I'll pay whatever it costs, and then you'll be okay. That's all that matters. You should be happy." He wiped his cheeks absently. "Aaron, I--" "Don't worry, I'll move out. I think there are a couple of guys I know who would want to swap rooms. I'll call them tomorrow." "Aaron, stop! Just, stop it!" Chris felt his eyes watering. He had to stop this before it broke his heart. Aaron looked at him and gave a sad shrug. "Sorry Chris, it's the best I can do." He looked away again. "No, that's not what--look, can I sit down?" Aaron scooted over and Chris sat on the bed. "Look, I was really mad, I know. And...I guess I still am a little bit. But...I think maybe I'm more mad at my parents, and the people who make me feel like shit for being with you. And--" he took a deep breath, remembering what Dave had said, "it's not like I had something going on before we met. I mean, I hadn't even had sex with anyone before...us. And I dunno, maybe that was because I thought I was waiting for some perfect girl, but maybe it was because I was waiting for someone else, like maybe...you." For the first time Aaron met his gaze, tentative hope growing on it. "What do you mean?" "I mean I like you. A lot. You're really nice to me, like, always--you're really nice to everyone. And you're always up for fun--I feel like I'm hanging out with Tigger. It's awesome. And," this was harder to say, but his sore ass made the truth undeniable, "sex with you is great. Maybe it's because of the pills, or maybe not, but I think about us together all the time and I love it." "You don't have to say that." "I know. But it's true. I don't know how I feel about sex with girls, but I know it's great with the two of us. And anyway, it's not like Gabe and Dave aren't sleeping with women, so I guess I could too if I wanted to." He looked Aaron in the eyes. "But I want you." "Me too." Aaron's voice was quiet. He was still holding himself back, unsure, and Chris realized it was up to him to put an end to this. "Come here." He reached out and pulled Aaron's face to his, and gently kissed him. "I'm sorry I got so mad. I'm just not really used to all this yet, and I'm kinda freaking out still. I'm sorry I took it out on you." He kissed him again. "Hey. Why are you crying? You're supposed to be happy." Tears were running down Aaron's face, and he was sniffling. "What is it?" He squeezed Aaron's neck gently. "Fuck. Sorry." Aaron wiped his nose on his sleeve. "It's just...this is hard for me too, y'know? And when I had Joey and Dave around it was the three of us together, and we had each others' backs, right?But then they went off doing their own thing, which is cool, but then it was just me on my own. I mean Derrick sorta too, but, y'know." He shrugged. They both knew Darren wasn't really a heart-to-heart chat kind of guy. "So I guess some of the reason I, I did what I did was I wanted someone else. You know, to be with? Like they were. And there you were." He gave a weak smile and sniffed. "You're so nice, like seriously, you're the nicest person I know. And you're humble about everything--you never brag, even when you're totally kicking ass at something. And you're always doing stuff for me--you even bring me spaghetti the way I like it after I've been a shit to you." Aaron gathered himself up, gripped Chris's arms, and looked him in the eye. "I swear to God, I will never hurt you again. Ever. No matter what." Don't leave me, his eyes pled. "Oh jeez," Chris didn't know what to say. That was probably the most heartfelt thing anyone had ever said to him, and now he was the one feeling emotional. "Aaron...." He pulled Aaron back in, cupping his head in his hands, and gave him a long firm kiss. "It's okay," he breathed, then dove back in. When he felt Aaron's hand move to the back of his head and his mouth open to let Chris's tongue in, he knew it was going to be all right. Their kissing became more forceful, tongue meeting tongue and pressing together as their breath came more heavily; small urgent noises came from Aaron's throat. Some time passed this way, but eventually Chris wanted more. He sensed Aaron was still holding back, waiting for him to give the OK. "Take off your clothes," he mumbled hoarsely. "Yeah?" Aaron looked at him intently, still not entirely sure of his footing. Okay, Chris thought, now this is getting a little silly. "Jesus Aaron, yes. Unless you want me to blow a load in my pants in about five minutes. We haven't been together for over a week--I wanna see you naked." That brought back the Aaron he knew. He gave Chris a roguish look. "Well, since you insist..." and leaned forward to pull off his hoodie and tee shirt. Chris took a few seconds to properly admire his body, then hopped off the bed and stripped in record time. Now that the fight was over he realized he was feeling extremely horny, and when his pants came off Aaron was aware of it too: his hard on stood straight up and was oozing generously. Aaron watched in appreciation while he played with himself, still boning up. He raised one eyebrow as Chris climbed back on the bed and straddled his thighs. "Someone's horny." "Yeah," Chris sighed, and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, pressing the shafts together. "I guess there's something to this makeup sex stuff after all." Aaron had hardened completely from the shaft-on-shaft contact, and was starting to leak. "And it's been a little while." "Yeah?" Aaron raised his eyebrows. He was about to make an additional comment, then thought better of it under the circumstances. Chris kept stroking slowly, not wanting to rush things. "Well, I, uh, hooked up with Dave on Thursday." He knew Aaron had been doing some fooling around as well, and Aaron knew that Gabe had given him some relief a couple of times, but it still felt a little weird talking about it. "Oh yeah?" Aaron looked excited, not bothered, and his hands began rubbing over Chris's body, palms sliding up his thighs to his hips, and then up to his torso. "How was it?" He began rolling Chris's nipples between his fingers, teasing them to hardness, and Chris let out a low rumble of approval. "Mmmm...his dick felt really good. I came the first time without even touching myself. I didn't know you could do that." "Oh man," Aaron sighed, "I would love to see that." He'd begun rocking his hips slowly as Chris got him going. "You wouldn't mind? Dave told me you kinda said something to him about leaving me alone." Aaron's hands returned to wandering over Chris's torso, back, and ass. "I just knew that this stuff was hard for you. I didn't want him pushing you to do anything you didn't want." He kissed Chris's sternum. "Thank you for looking out for me," Chris said softly, and gave him a brief kiss. "But I wanted it. And now I want this." He gave Aaron's shaft a squeeze. "Grab the lube." He rose up on his knees while Aaron fumbled in the bedside table for the dispenser, then waited for the wrestler to get slicked up. When he was ready Chris positioned the warm head against his hole and began to sink down. An inch or so in he sucked in his breath and paused: he was more sore than he'd thought. Aaron looked briefly concerned, then figured it out. "Still feeling Dave's tender touch?" Chris gave a little laugh, trying to relax. "Yeah, you could say that." He sank down another fraction of an inch--it wasn't too bad if he took it real slow. "Take your time--no rush. I know how it feels, believe me." Aaron's hands were caressing him everywhere, warm and gentle. "You and Dave hooked up?" Chris wasn't actually that interested, but he needed a distraction. "Well yeah, but he never fucked me. But Joey sure has, and he's probably a little bigger than Dave." Chris gave him a disbelieving look, then had to grit his teeth as Aaron's dick went in too fast; he paused temporarily. "Joey? But...he's so, you know, little. I mean he's buff, but...a little guy." Aaron smiled and waggled his eyebrows. "Not where it counts. Believe me. He's a fucking tripod." Chris settled all the way down and stopped, letting his hole adjust. The pain hadn't been so severe that he'd softened much, and he began stroking himself back to full hardness. "Really?" Bigger than Dave, he thought. That would be something. "Oh yeah." Aaron gave him one of his "you're making me horny--keep going" looks. "Why, does that get you hot? Thinking about those big dicks?" "Uh huh." Chris started slowly rocking his hips while he stroked. His ass didn't hurt much if he kept the movements small, and the sensation in his dick more than made up for it. "It makes my dick ache. Mmmmhhh..." Aaron's gentle movement was just what he needed, and he picked up speed as he got into it. "Maybe you should do it again." Aaron pulled their torsos closer and began running his tongue over Chris's chest. "Would you like that?" "Yeah. Yeah." Chris was panting lightly as he started bouncing slightly up and down. Even a week ago this sort of dirty talk would've made him uncomfortable, but Dave had made him accept the truth of what he really wanted. And it was Aaron he was talking to--it was safe, in some way, to let go with him. "I'd like that." He slowed down briefly to look at Aaron. "Would you?" "Mmmm...yeah...if I could be there." Aaron had started chewing on a nipple, and Chris pulled his face tight into his pec in encouragement. "I love watching you get off. You look so hot when you do." He switched to the other nipple. "I'd suck you off while you were getting bred...mmmmhh...take you in my mouth while you blew your load...." His hand clamped down over Chris's, forcing him to masturbate in earnest. "...all down my throat and on my face while that fat cock pumped into your ass...." He rocked his hips slowly, grinding up into Chris's groin. Chris whimpered. The thought of a cock like Dave's inside him, while Aaron worked him over...it was too much. He let out a strangled "aaaahhhaa!!" and blew his load. He shifted his grip away from his piss slit so that the jizz could fly freely onto Aaron's chest and neck--he knew how much the wrestler got off on a good basting. He kept up until his balls were completely drained, then slid a couple of fingers into Aaron's warm mouth to be cleaned by his greedy tongue. As he regained his senses he realized that Aaron was still rock hard inside him. Come to think of it... "A. Did you get off?" Aaron's glazed lips curled into a smile. "Nope. But it's fine--I got what I wanted." He planted a kiss on the sparse hairs over Chris's sternum. Chris felt a wave of guilt. That'd been so hot...it wasn't fair that Aaron couldn't enjoy it too. He started gingerly rocking his hips up and down as much as he could tolerate; hopefully it'd be enough for Aaron to get off. But Aaron put a stop to it, pressing his hands firmly down to hold his hips in place. "Stop. Really, it's okay. You're too sore." "I'm fine, really." Chris started to move again. "I said stop." A fierce note had crept into Aaron's voice. "I told you I'm not going to hurt you again." "Oh Aaron," Chris didn't know how to name the emotion he was feeling, so he just pulled Aaron's warm head to his chest and held him tight for a few seconds. "I'll be fine. But thank you." He squeezed him again, then carefully lifted himself off Aaron's crotch. "I still wanna see you nut though." He settled down on the bed and ran his hand the length of the slimy shaft, then wrapped his fingers around it to begin stroking. Aaron gave a little gasp, then nodded. "I'm close. I'm--aah--really close." Chris's hand moved up and down faster, occasionally adding a twisting motion while giving the head some extra attention. "Ah ah ah ahhhhhh...oh Jesus Chris I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna AAAAHH!" A thick white jet burst from the head of his penis, followed by another, and another. Chris wasn't able to get his mouth in position until near the end, but he still got a healthy dollop of warm cream; he sighed happily as he swallowed. Aaron's fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him down into his crotch and Chris inhaled deeply, relishing the masculine scent of cock and cum. He knew now that this meant his life wasn't going to be the easy ride he'd thought, but he also knew that it was worth it. When Aaron was done and had softened he slid down until he was lying next to Chris. "I guess we should hop in the shower..." he murmured. "Later," Chris said. He was sleepy and satisfied, and part of him wanted Aaron's smell to stay on him as long as possible. "I'm too tired right now." He rolled onto his side, an invitation for Aaron to spoon up behind him like they always did. As he felt the familiar muscular warmth press into his backside, sticky up top and furry lower down, he relaxed into the welcome presence, gradually drifting off with Aaron's arm draped over him. Just before he did he felt Aaron shift his weight, leaning to whisper in his ear. "Thank you." A warm glow spread out from Chris's heart. He gave Aaron's hand a squeeze. "G'night Tigger."