Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2023 22:23:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aaron Deepneau <textripod@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little White Pills, chapter 44

Had a lot going on the last few months, but thanks all for the kind (and
patient!) emails.  I finally got some time and energy to put another
chapter out there, so enjoy!  FWIW I do have the last few LWP chapters in
my head, and even some ideas for another, shorter, series; it's just a
matter of getting time and energy to put it all down.  So hang in there,
even if it takes longer than we'd all like.  Cheers, Aaron

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[Note: this chapter starts immediately after Chapter 43 ends, so you might
want to do a little rereading if you're trying to remember the plot.  Or
just dive in and have fun.  ;-) ]

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Chapter 44: "You've Come a Long Way, Baby"

When the knock on the door came Cal was too out of it to figure out what
was going on at first.  It finally dawned on him that someone was at the
condo door though, and they were not going away.  "Oh shit, Bryan!" he
muttered.

He hopped out of bed, tossed on a pair of boxer briefs, and started
throwing their obsolete equipment into the shipping box.  "Just a minute!"

"Mmphh...whafuck Cal?" Matt muttered testily, his eyes slits.

"Just stay there; I gotta send our stuff back like Sir said," Cal replied.

"'Mkay."  Matt rolled back over on his side.

There was another knock on the door.  "Hang on!" Cal shouted.  Two dildos:
check.  Four wrist bands: check.  Cock cages: check.  He closed the lid on
the box and headed into the living room.  "Coming!"  From the bedroom came
a muffled gurgle of irritation as Cal's shouting interfered with Matt's
attempt to go back to sleep.

Cal pulled open the door, remembering in the nick of time to get behind it
so only his head was showing.  But it was just Bryan, looking fresh-faced
and even sexier than Cal remembered, with a wicked grin splitting his
bearded face.

"Didn't think you were in there," the redhead said.  He didn't wait for
Cal's invite, but entered the condo.  "Glad you were," he added, eyeing the
frat boy up and down.  The boxer briefs didn't leave a lot to the
imagination, and the delivery man was obviously enjoying the sight.  "You
look good," he said, stepping in close.  He took a deep breath.  "You smell
like cum though."  His expression was a mix of lust and disappointment.
"You should've waited for me to jerk off...I coulda helped."  He cupped
Cal's unit, making the muscle jock shiver.  "You could've come with Daddy's
cock up your ass," he said in a throaty voice.  Cal shivered at the sound
and the thought of Bryan practically reading his mind; when the stocky
redhead's thumb lightly traced a path along his shaft he sucked in his
breath.  He'd had plenty of time to recover from his and Matt's earlier
session and his dick responded instantly to the touch.  "I've missed your
tight little pussy baby," he murmured, stepping closer.  "Had to jerk off
three times this week thinking about it.  But I've got a couple good loads
saved up for you, feel?"  He pulled Cal's hand to his crotch, where Cal
could feel the beer can he called a dick already swelling under the denim.
Cal couldn't resist groping it back.

"That's it," Bryan breathed, "get me good and hard..."

Cal shook his head, clearing the fog of lust that had filled it, and pulled
away.  "Um...I'm really sorry man, but, uh, I'm kinda, you know, busy."

A look of disappointment flashed across Bryan's face, followed by wry
admiration.  "So you weren't jerking off.  Damn boy, I just popped your
cherry and you're already getting more dick lined up.  Way to punch your
gayby card," he said in a low voice--clearly aware of the open bedroom
door.

"You're not pissed?" Cal wasn't sure if the relief was from not hurting
Bryan's feelings, or knowing that he might still have a chance at the
redhead's schlong.

"Nah.  Do you know how many guys I fucked when I was 21?  Every chance I
got, believe me.  I mean hell, I'd still be at it if this weren't such a
small town.  Usually gotta go to Denver if I want some prime ass selection.
But not always," he added with a wink and a squeeze.  He pulled his pen and
a notepad out of his uniform's front pocket.  "Here's my digits.  Hit me up
if you need that itch scratched."  He handed Cal the paper and backed away
a step.  "Guess I'll just go home," he sighed sadly, "strip down and lay
back on my bed--" he closed his eyes and slid one hand down his
torso--"lube up my dick--" his nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply and
groped himself--"and rub out a big old load."  He cupped his free hand
behind his head and turned into his bicep, inhaling deeply again.  "Just
thinkin' about your tight little pussy wrapped around my fat cock..."  Just
like that his eyes popped open and he snapped back to a normal stance, as
though he and Cal had just been chatting about the Broncos' last game or
the weather.  The smirk on his face said otherwise though, as did the way
Cal's cock strained against his underwear.

What a fuckin' tease, Cal had time to think admiringly, and then he heard
the shuffle of feet behind him.  "Hey Cal, who's?...oh."

The temperature in the room didn't exactly get frosty, but it certainly
dropped a few degrees.

"Matt," Bryan said in a carefully neutral tone.  He looked at Cal, then
Matt again, then back to Cal.  "Huh.  Didn't see that one coming.  I mean I
figured you played for our team, but--huh."  He didn't sound pissed, but he
was definitely nonplussed.  Under the circumstances Cal couldn't really
blame him.

"Yeah, it just kinda, well, happened..." he started.

"Bryan I'm sorry!" Matt blurted out.  "You gotta believe me.  If I could
take it back I would, swear to God.  Swear to God," he repeated miserably.

"Yeah, you said."  Bryan's narrowed gaze turned to Cal.  "You knew about
all this?"

Cal shook his head.  "Not until a couple days ago, when he told me he was
going to turn himself in.  It was tearing him up Bryan, no bullshit."

"Yeah.  Well.  You coming in for your shift Monday?"

Matt nodded.  "You know Helen would kick my ass if I missed it.  And
someone's gotta listen to Pete's Iraq stories."

Bryan's face softened.  "Yeah, he likes talking to you.  Okay, see you
then.  Don't be late.  Cal," he nodded farewell and left.

"Fuuuuck..." Matt groaned, "that was awkward as balls."

"No shit," Cal agreed.  "But--I think he'll get over it."

"I think you're trying to cheer me up."

"Sorta."  Cal shrugged.  "But really man, I don't think he hates you.  Give
it some time."  Listen to me, Cal thought, now _I'm the calm one in the
room?  He mentally shook his head in disbelief.  "Hey, so what'd he mean `I
knew you played for our team?'"

Matt shrugged and looked briefly away, coloring slightly.  "You know man:
the last couple months...I kinda started noticing dudes more.  Guess I got
busted looking; he's definitely got a lot to notice."  He gave a soft
snort.

"Yeah, you could say that," Cal matched his half-grin.

"Well you know better than me."  Now Matt's smile was wider.

"Yeah I do," Cal admitted.

"Looks like you were noticing him again."  Matt nodded at Cal's swollen
briefs, and took a step closer.

"Guess I was," Cal said.

Matt cupped Cal's junk, his big hand warm through the fabric.  "Hoping he
was going to fuck you?" he asked.

"Hoping someone was," Cal breathed.  He flexed his dick against Matt's
palm, his hole twitching pleasurably with it.

"Let's get you naked," Matt breathed, and moved his hand from the outside
to the inside of Cal's briefs.  The musclehead shivered as the taller man's
fingers slid through his cropped pubes and ran down the length of his
shaft.  Cal pushed the elastic down over his ass and then his dick was
free, springing up to be wrapped in Matt's warm palm; a little sound
escaped him when Matt gave a tug.  "So hot..." Matt whispered.  Cal started
to walk to the bedroom but Matt refused to get out of the way.  "No, not
there.  I wanna fuck you in here."  He turned Cal around by the hips and
directed him to stand at the back of the couch.  "Bend over."  Cal obeyed,
gripping the sofa and spreading his legs as far as he could with his
underwear still half on.

"Perfect," Matt muttered.  Cal heard fabric rustle, and then Matt's smooth
shaft was resting in his crack.  They both sighed as Matt began slowly
pumping.  "Every time I see you do dead lifts I wanna hot dog you," Matt
said roughly.  "That fuckin' meaty ass of yours pooching out like this,
just begging to get fucked."

"Shit yeah," Cal sighed, "you know my shorts are all wet when I'm doing
these."  Matt's grip spread his cheeks wide, and now Cal could feel his
balls and the root of his dick against his hole with each stroke; he pushed
his ass out further to increase the sensation.

"That what you think about?  Getting railed up against the weight bench?
Letting some jock wreck your pussy?"

"All the time," Cal agreed with a groan, "I'm hard all the fuckin' time in
there now.  My jock is fuckin' soaked after a workout."  He began pushing
back into Matt.  The gym had become a torture chamber for him the last few
months, as Sir had seemed to time extra anal stimulation around the his
workout sessions, but he couldn't resist going.  Not just because he needed
the exercise to keep his hormones under control, but also because "I can't
stop thinking about all that gym dick up my ass."

"Your pussy?"

"Yes, yes," Cal panted, "my little pussy."  He closed his eyes and ground
harder against Matt, picturing the scene.  "It needs a dick, Matt.  It
needs to get bred by a jock's cock."

"Yeah it does."  Matt was breathing heavily himself now and he was building
a wet streak on Cal's ass wherever his head touched it.  "Stay there," he
ordered hoarsely, and darted into the bedroom.  Seconds later he was back
and Cal heard the unmistakable sound of lube being squirted out.  The two
slick fingers that probed Cal's hole met no resistance and Cal pushed back
onto them without hesitation until he bumped up against Matt's hand.  His
breath caught in his throat as Matt began finger-banging him.

"Uhhhhh..."  He was deep in his fantasy now, picturing the weights around
him and the exact flat bench he'd be bent over, smelling the cleaner and
jock sweat, feeling his shorts tugged down just enough for the unseen stud
behind him to fill him up.... "Fuck me dude, fuck my brains out..."

"You ready to get mounted Cal?  Get bred by one of your lifting buddies?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Cal groaned.  God, how hot was it that Matt knew what he
was thinking of?  "Any one of `em.  Fuck my pussy bro--make me your fuckin'
bitch with that cock!"  Matt wiggled his fingers against Cal's g spot and
his knees went weak.  "Don't make me wait...my pussy's so wet...uhnn...I
need your dick inside me man!" he begged.

"Ahh that fine little hole...gotta hit that," Matt grunted, and then his
head was pressing against Cal's hole.  "Take it you little slut."

Matt went in faster than he ever had, but as he let out a deep breath Cal
found he could handle it.  And there was something sexy about the way Matt
took charge of Cal's hole, just plunging in and owning it, that made Cal
eager to submit.  Plus it was Matt--the one person Cal could trust, who'd
push him but never take advantage; it was easy to give himself over to the
cock pleasuring him.  Even easier in this position: just like in the
shower, the way Matt's dick curved a little it ended up snugged right
against Cal's prostate when he was coming in from behind, and bending over
like he was made it an even better fit.  "Ohh God!" he yelped, "oh fuck
yes!  Right there bro--fuck me right like that aaahjesusyes fuck me there
fuck my little pussy breed it breed it oh FUCK!"

There'd been a hitch in Matt's flow at Cal's first yelp, but the second
he'd realized what it meant he'd started going to town, playing with his
angle until he figured out how to batter Cal's g spot nonstop.  "Oh you
fuckin' gym whore," he groaned, "always stickin' your ass out, showing off
your little jock hole...you fuckin' tease!  Time for you to get fucked you
little slut."

Cal was deep in his fantasy, images of hot gym guys flashing randomly
through his head as he imagined each of them fucking him in turn.  "Yes,"
he panted, "I'm your little whore...ahunnngod...your little--unh!--cum
dump.  Use my jock pussy bro--make me your bitch!"

"Gonna wreck that fuckin' hole," Matt panted, "show you what happens to a
fuckin' tease when a real man's around!"  He was pounding Cal mercilessly
now, and a drop of sweat landed on Cal's broad back.  "You like that,
slut?"

"Aw fuck yeah, fuck me!"  Cal pushed back energetically, his nuts banging
against Matt's as they power fucked.  "Fill me up!"

"You're gonna walk outta here with my jizz running down your legs for
everyone to see!  See how sloppy your pussy is!"

"Fuck yeah, breed me like a bitch!"  A distant part of him was pretty
shocked at the stuff coming out of his mouth, but Cal was too turned on to
care.  All that mattered was the explosion building up, with every thrust
of Matt's cock bringing him closer to relief.  "Make me come for you bro!
Oh God yes, like that!  Make me your--uh!  God yes, there!  Don't stop!"
Cal couldn't keep his hands off his dick any longer.

"Fuck yes!"  Matt's grip on his hips was almost painful as the tall jock
rammed into him over and over.  "Teach you to be a fuckin' tease!  Gonna!
Shred.  Your. Pussy!" he panted; Cal could hear the tremble in his voice
that said Matt was going to blow at any second, and he clenched his ass to
hurry the process.  "Oh Jesus you cock-hungry slut--work my dick like that!
Work it--aaahFUCK!"  With a roar Matt slammed into Cal hard enough to push
the couch forward a couple of inches, and began coming.

Cal flogged his meat with a wordless cry, aching to release his own load
now that Matt's wet warmth was filling his pussy.  Only a few strokes, and
then his ring was clamping tight around Matt's shaft as it spasmed in
ecstasy.  They were both reduced to making pure animal noises as they came,
the fantasy burned away in the pure rush of their orgasms.  Cal felt the
familiar spill of warm cum between his fingers, lubing his strokes,
followed shortly by the less-familiar but welcome sensation of jizz
spilling from his hole.  The groan he made could've been mistaken for pure
physical pleasure, but just as much it was the satisfaction of feeling warm
liquid running down his balls, and knowing how well he'd gotten Matt off.

"Ho shit," Matt finally gasped.  "Holy shit."

"Yeah," Cal agreed after a few seconds.  "That was something."  He was out
of breath too he realized.

Matt's hands roamed gently over his back.  "You were amazing," he sighed.

"You too," Cal sighed, enjoying his post-orgasm buzz.  "You sure know how
to work a dick."  He clenched his ass around said dick for emphasis; it
felt nice having Matt up inside him still.

"I was inspired," Matt breathed.  "Really inspired."  He paused to suck in
a deep breath.  "Man, that gym fantasy...that was fuckin' hot Cal."

"Yeah it was," Cal agreed happily.  "You can do that anytime."

"Well shit, now I can't," Matt joked, "every time I see you doing those
fucking dead lifts I'm gonna throw a rod."

Cal turned around to look over his shoulder at Matt's flushed face.  "Guess
I'll have to fuck it out of you before we go then."

"Guess so," Matt grinned, and caressed one ass cheek.  "Works for me."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

They were supposed to be studying for finals for the next ten days, so it
was probably a good thing that they'd stayed on top of their coursework all
semester, because most of their time was spent fucking.  Getting out from
Sir's thumb had set free months of repressed sexual energy, and they wasted
no time burning it off: twice a day was typical, three times not unusual.
Oral was great, but every time Matt put some of that orange lube up his ass
it made Cal go nuts.  Not just for the feel of dick, but he'd learned to
crave playing at Daddy's little slut with his frat brother: he felt safe
with Matt, and for maybe the first time in his life he didn't have to play
the part of alpha douche.  Instead, he could do whatever the fuck he
wanted, and what he wanted was for someone else to take charge for once and
just give him some direction that wasn't an emotional beatdown.  It was a
complete change from the last twenty or so years of his life and he was
loving it.  It also didn't hurt that Matt was a really skilled cocksman:
Cal was having orgasms like they wrote about in supermarket novels, and he
was doing everything he could think of to return the favor.

Also...he had to admit it: he was definitely having Feelings about this
whole thing.  Like: thinking about Matt even when they weren't boning, or
trying to do stuff to make him happy, or just enjoying hanging out with the
guy.  It got to the point where some of the brothers even started
commenting on his good mood.  Normally he would've gotten pissed about them
being up in his business, but now it just rolled off his back long enough
for him to realize they actually weren't trying to be dicks about it.  So
when Cade Anderson and Jason Stevens slid up to him in the house kitchen
and asked if they could borrow his condo for a little while he told them to
go for it; he'd been planning to stay at Matt's that night anyway.

"Epic," Anderson said enthusiastically.  "I could really use a little
relief, y'know," he added in a lower voice, grabbing his junk for emphasis.

"I hear ya," Cal said automatically.  Although if he were being honest,
Matt was keeping him pretty damn satisfied.  That morning they'd hit the
gym and Matt'd whispered shit nonstop in his ear about how hot various guys
were and how good a fuck they'd throw.  The asshole had even commented
while he was spotting Cal doing squats: "Good form bro.  Keep your back
neutral so Jake over there can slide his dick inside you real easy.  Just
lower yourself right onto his cock, that's it."  Cal didn't know about
Jake's situation, but the lump in his backside said Matt was definitely
ready to do the deed.  Cal hadn't even gotten to 275 lbs, his concentration
was that shot, and he'd given up on the workout in disgust at that point,
sulking all the way home that he hadn't finished his last set.  His
irritation had only lasted until they got through the front door however,
when Matt had shoved him towards the couch and told him to "bend over
bitch."  Ten seconds and a glob of spit later Matt's sausage was up his ass
and Cal was squealing for more.  "Fuckin' cock tease," Matt grunted,
"checking out all those swingin' dicks like a sorority slut."  He bent at
the knees so his dick angled up further, and with ruthless precision began
hammering Cal's prostate.  "Beg for my dick you fuckin' slut."  And Cal
had, loudly and repeatedly, until Matt's grip made him juice all over the
back of the sofa.  Thirty seconds later Matt had followed with a triumphant
roar, leaving them both wiped out and thoroughly satisfied.  Matt had
apologized for being so rough, until Cal had made him promise to do it
again.  Soon.

"Earth to Cal," Stevens snapped his fingers and Cal realized he'd
completely zoned out while reliving his morning adventure.  "Shit, look at
his face Cade, he doesn't need any relief at all, do ya' buddy?"  The blond
jock shot Cal a conspiratorial grin.  "You lucky fucker.  Matt's a fuckin'
stud."

"Hey now, so's Brenner," Anderson put in, "don't hurt his feelings man.
He's a delicate flower y'know."

Cal laughed at the teasing--another thing he was getting used to.  "Fuck
you Anderson.  Do you even lift bro?" he challenged, and flexed one bicep
while pulling his worst body builder scowl.

Anderson's dark eyes twinkled and he gave a soft snort of admiration.  "Not
like that man."  He ran a finger down Cal's upper arm, then gave a squeeze.
"You're fuckin' yoked."

Cal relaxed and smiled.  "Thanks man.  Just lucky genes though really.
Hey, you guys wanna get a beer tonight, before...y'know?  Matt and I have
our geophysics final at 7:00; we were gonna get a bite at the Dog & Duck
after."  The town's other British pub, the D & D had darts and pool, plus
better food; it had more of a chill vibe that was perfect for destressing
after a long day.  They were also pretty casual about carding, which made
it an option for Stevens:he wouldn't be legal until almost Christmas.

"Yeah, awesome," Stevens agreed.  "I've got my Econ exam at 2:00; I'll be
ready for a beer."  He checked his watch.  "Oh shit--looks like I need to
get my ass over there pretty soon.  Laters!"  He grabbed a sandwich from
the lunch leftovers and trotted out.

"Did you even study?!" Anderson shouted after him.

"I'll be fine!" the junior shot him a back-handed bird before rounding the
corner.

"Asshole."  the older of the pair rolled his eyes.

"What, it's like Econ 212--how hard can it be?"

"It's not, he'll crush it.  He's really fuckin' smart you know," Anderson
stated with quiet pride.

"Yeah?" Cal was running a 3.9 GPA himself this semester, but realized this
was not the time to bring that up.  Shutting up was a new thing for him,
but it was definitely good for his social standing.

"Mmhmm.  Way smarter than me.  Buncha AP classes in high school and
everything.  Fucker never studies that I can see.  I just don't want him
getting lazy, y'know?"  His gaze was still on the door his fuck buddy
(boyfriend?) had just trotted out of.

"Well good thing you're looking out for him man," Cal said sincerely.
"Wish I'd had that."

"Your dad's kind of a dick, isn't he?"

The unexpected note of sympathy took Cal by surprise, and he felt an
unexpected surge of emotion.  "Yeah, you could say that," he said thickly.

"Yeah well, you're okay Brenner.  Now that Matt's got you on a leash."
Anderson winked and gave him a friendly swat on the shoulder.  "Gotta jet
man.  Text me when you're heading to the D & D--and thanks again!"  He
waved and trotted out of the kitchen.

"Bye," Cal said to his retreating back.  If he ever found out who'd been
putting him and Matt through the wringer this past semester he'd still kick
their ass.  But he couldn't help admitting to himself that there were some
parts of his life--just a few!--that were better now.  Smiling wryly to
himself he turned around to grab one of the remaining sandwiches for a
study snack, only to see their president standing quietly in the kitchen
door.

"Fuck!  Jesus Kevin, sneak up on a guy much?"

The massive jock shrugged and smiled.  "I'm a ninja, what can I say?  You
guys leave any food?"  He headed over to the trays of picked-over cold cuts
and potato salad.

"Yeah, there's plenty.  Grab it before Mrs. G puts it up."

The big man nodded and began spearing slices of meat and cheese onto a
plate.  "Good to see you hanging out with the brothers more, Brenner.  Cade
and Jason are good dudes."

Cal bit into his sandwich.  "Yeah, they are.  Too bad Anderson's
graduating."

"Yeah, gonna be tough on Jason.  They're tight."  Kevin's tone didn't imply
anything, but Cal stopped mid-chew.  Their president might be a linebacker
on the football team, but he was anything but stupid.  And he had that gay
cousin, which meant he was probably clued in in other ways.

"Yeah," Cal said slowly, "I guess they are."

"You and Matt are sticking around though, right?  I heard you both got into
the master's program?"

"Mmhmm."  This was safer territory.  "Figured we might as well run with it
while we were here."

"Good for you."  Kevin turned around, 2,000 calories of food piled on his
plate.  Cal didn't know where he put it--the guy had almost no body fat; he
must work out like a beast.  "Glad you'll be together next year.  He's good
for you man."  The linebacker kept his tone neutral, but he held Cal's gaze
for a fraction of a second longer than normal.  He knows, Cal realized, and
felt his face flush.

"Welp, time to get back to the books," Kevin said before things could get
awkward.  He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then set down his plate
and grabbed Cal in an unexpected bro hug.  "Good luck with everything
buddy.  Remember, we've always got a brother's back."  He gave Cal a quick
thump on the shoulder blades then released him.  "Don't fuck up your finals
bro," he said with a smile, "only graduating seniors at the kegger next
week."  He grabbed his plate and padded out.  "You and Matt better be
there," he shouted over his shoulder and then he was gone, leaving a
bemused Cal alone in the kitchen with his half-eaten sandwich.  So that
happened, he thought.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He told Matt about the conversation later that night after they got back
from the Dog & Duck as they were showering: it was assumed they'd be having
sex, and neither one wanted to do it smelling like bar funk.

"Huh," said Matt as he toweled off; Cal couldn't help notice that while he
wasn't hard he was definitely "puffy:" Cal's soapy grabs had had the effect
he'd wanted.  "You sure Kev knows?"  Matt seemed surprisingly chill about
the whole situation.

"Uh yeah, pretty damn sure dude," Cal said.  "I mean, he didn't totally
come out and say it, but you could tell he knew.  About us, and the other
two."

"So," Matt continued, "he's known for a while it sounds like, and he's been
cool this whole time.  If he was going to be a dick he's had plenty of
time.  And be honest Cal, Kev's really not a dick."

Cal nodded his agreement, his paranoia subsiding.  "Yeah...you're right.
Guess I just had enough run-ins with him I'm not so sure."

"'Cuz you were being an asshole," Matt said, the slight smile taking the
sting out of his words.

"Okay, fine, yeah, whatever." Cal admitted, rolling his eyes.  "I was the
asshole."  He finished drying his other leg and stood up.  "I know."  It
was getting a little tiring admitting it, but at the same time...well, Matt
was right.  Price to pay, he sighed to himself.

"But you're not now," Matt said with a smile, and pulled Cal in to plant
one on his lips.  "Now you're the sweetest"--smooch--"guy"--smooch on the
jawline, which always got Cal going-- "I know."  Smooch on Cal's neck,
sending shivers up his body.

"I'm okay," Cal said in an unsteady voice.  Goddamn those lips and those
big hands, he could never resist the tall jock's moves.

"Better than okay," Matt murmured as he pressed their bodies together; they
were both getting hard fast.  "Fuckin' awesome."

"I can work with fucking," Cal murmured.  Without breaking their clinch he
maneuvered them back out of the bathroom until they tipped over onto Matt's
queen mattress.

"Hmm mmm, I bet you can," Matt replied.  Their hands were all over each
other; no third-base action yet, but they were in serious foreplay mode.
"Sounds like someone needs to get prepped for a dicking."  His teeth grazed
Cal's throat, making the muscle jock arch his chest instinctively.

"Mmmhhf...fuuuck Matt."  Cal forced himself to exert a little self-control
for once and tilt Matt's face up to his.  "Lemme do you this time though,
huh?"

"Oh yeah?" Matt's dark eyebrows rose.  "You gonna show the master how to
eat ass?"

"Gotta learn somehow," Cal quipped, "now shut up and sit on my face."

"Yes SIR," Matt replied.  "Show me what you got."  With that he pivoted
around to face Cal's feet with his pink hole hovering just out of reach.
There was a dusting of black stubble around it, but after months of keeping
shaved clean for their morning inspections they'd been slow to change.
When Matt had commented how much he loved "eating a fresh-shaved pussy,"
Cal had immediately gone back to his familiar routine and Matt had mostly
followed suit, out of solidarity if nothing else.  Well now it was time to
give him a little incentive to keep that up, Cal thought.

He lifted his head and let the tip of his tongue make the lightest possible
contact with one side of Matt's cleft, then traced up as far as he could
reach.  A matching glide on the other side, and Matt reached around to
spread his glutes.  "Just a sec," Cal muttered.  Like an idiot he'd left
his arms at his side as Matt maneuvered into position, and now they were
trapped.  Dumb ass, he thought.

A bit of squirming around solved his problem and now his hands had replaced
Matt's, allowing the horny senior to lean forward and give Cal even better
access.  Cal repeated his maneuver several times until Matt's pink hole
began quivering.  Now Cal's tongue began moving closer to the center--still
just the tip, but it was hairless flesh it was touching now; he'd left the
stubble behind.  Remembering his training, he began tracing a delicate
spiral inwards.  He could feel the muscular ring trembling under his touch,
and when he reached the center it fluttered open accompanied by Matt's soft
"ah."  That was followed by a sharp intake of breath as Cal alternated
light probing with gentle blowing.  Each time he went a little farther, and
Matt's breaths came deeper.

When he heard little sounds mixing in with the breaths he switched up his
approach.  Starting at the underside of Matt's smooth balls he slid his
tongue up the taint until he was back at the warm center of Matt's hole.  A
little more of the tip went in this time, followed by a puff of breath, and
then he repeated the journey.  It only took a couple of passes before Matt
was grinding into his strokes, and within a minute his faint grunts had
turned to whimpers.  Cal positioned his thumbs at the edge of Matt's hole
and pulled it wide open then slid his tongue in as far as it would go,
reveling in the fresh musky taste as he probed the folds of Matt's flesh.

"Oh Jesus Cal--fuck!  That feels so fuckin' good...yes there!  Ahhgod, yes,
just like that...hnnnngh!"  Matt whined and sat up, pushing his ass against
Cal's face and impaling himself on the slick muscle caressing his tender
nerve endings.  Cal focused on the upper spot that Matt seemed to like so
much--it was the same area that drove Cal nuts too--and tried curling his
tongue to focus the pressure on it.  That earned an explosive "Gah!" from
the tall senior, who began rhythmically pushing down in time with Cal's
licking.  Cal couldn't see anything with Matt sitting on his face, but he
could sense the movements that said his friend was jacking off--he could
definitely relate to that urge.  Growing more confident in his ability to
get Matt worked up, he ramped up the intensity: now he was aggressively
spearing Matt's hole, mashing his face into the tight ass above him.  He
worked his thumbs in closer so the tips could rub on the tender skin close
to the center, which got a very satisfactory groan from Matt.

"Aww fuck yes!" Matt enthused, "Eat my ass!"  He pushed back more
vigorously a few more times, then suddenly rose up off his heels and away
from Cal's mouth.  "I gotta try it," he panted.

"Huh?" Cal didn't mind giving his tongue a bit of a break, but he was
confused.

"I wanna get fucked," Matt said urgently.  He spun around to straddle Cal's
torso, swiping the bedside bottle of lube off its table as he did.  "That
butt plug thing always felt good, and your tongue was even better.  I wanna
try some dick."  In short order he greased up Cal's rod and his hole before
straddling Cal again and lining up his pucker with Cal's swollen glans.
"You like it, right?" he asked absentmindedly as he finalized his position.

"Fuckin' love it."  Cal replied with a grin.  Matt always made him feel so
damn good; he hadn't wanted to push it but was looking forward to returning
the favor at last.

"Awesome," Matt said, and began lowering himself.  He made some progress
before he stalled.  "Heh...you're a little bigger than that dildo," he said
in a strained voice.

"Take your time man," Cal soothed.  "You'll get there.  Remember the
training..."  God, had he just used those fucked-up video sessions as a
reference source?  How messed up was that?  But it seemed to work, because
Matt closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths that loosened him up
enough to sink a little lower.

"Yeah," he breathed, "that's working.  Gimme a sec."  He absent-mindedly
tugged on his dick a couple of times while his dark brows furrowed in
concentration and his chest rose and fell.  Cal felt him incrementally
relax, and Matt's warmth engulfed a bit more of his shaft; it felt like he
was close to popping through.

"No rush, you got this."  Cal rubbed Matt's thighs slowly, enjoying the
feel of his tight quads flexing underneath the leg hair; no question the
senior was all man.  Another fraction of an inch and he could feel Matt's
inner ring quivering.  So that's what I feel like to him, he thought.
"Almost there," he encouraged.

"Yep.  Think so."  Matt's nostrils flared as he took in his deepest breath
yet, then pushed down on the exhale.  His breath turned into a "huuUH" as
he suddenly sailed right past Cal's ridge and came to rest on his pubes.
He was warm and tight and slick and Cal thought he might be able to come
just from the sight of that lean muscular body wrapped around his dick.
"Oh man," Matt muttered.  His eyes opened and he grinned down on Cal.
"Made it," he said.  His dick had softened up a bit but was responding to
his touch as he resumed his stroking.

"Yeah you did.  Strong work."  Cal gave him a thumbs-up, then tickled
Matt's balls with one hand.  "You like?"

"I like that," Matt said, "but it kinda takes some getting used to.  You're
pretty fuckin' big Cal."

Cal smiled at the compliment: he knew he was about average but it was nice
to hear even if he knew what "big" really meant.  "You'll get used to it.
Try moving around a little."

"Yeah, gimme a minute."  Matt tugged on his dick a few more times until he
was back to fully hard.  "It definitely makes jerking off feel better."

"Sure looks good," Cal said.

"You wanna try?"

"Sure."  Cal took over jerking duty while he kept playing with Matt's nuts.

The tall senior smiled down on him, a fresh gleam in his eyes.  "You like
playing with Daddy's cock?"

"I love it.  You feel so good Daddy."

Matt started rocking his hips slightly as he responded to Cal's touch.
Suddenly his eyes widened slightly and he let out a startled "oh."  He
ground more enthusiastically a second time and Cal felt his shaft throb.
"Oh yeah," Matt grinned, "you're gonna make Daddy feel _real good."

"Do you like that Daddy?" Cal asked breathlessly.

"Oh yeah I do."  Matt bit his lower lip and increased his movements.  "Oh
yeah, that's nice.  You make Daddy's hole feel so good.  Mmmhmm."

"Let me make you come Daddy," Cal breathed; getting Matt off like this made
him feel all warm inside, and getting ridden by a smoking hot jock was lit
AF.

"Yeah?" Matt breathed.  He'd loosened up fast and was really getting into
it, his dick pulsing in time with his hips' movement.  "You wanna see Daddy
come?  You want him to shoot his load all over you?"

"Yes Daddy," Cal's voice was becoming strained as the warm friction on his
shaft set him on fire; he couldn't resist the urge to start fucking up into
Matt's hips.  "I want your cum all over me.  Give your little girl a pearl
necklace."

"Oohh you're gonna look so hot with Daddy's jizz running down your
throat..."  Matt's eyes locked on Cal's but narrowed to slits as he began
pinching his nipples; he moaned softly from the extra stimulation.  "Such a
nasty little slut, just the way Daddy likes.  Fuck me harder baby, get up
in there and show Daddy how much you want him to paint your face."

Cal began ramming up as a sheen of sweat popped out on his body.  "Like
this Daddy?  Does this make you feel good?"

"So good," Matt panted.  His face was turning red with the flush creeping
down his shoulders, and his forehead was shiny as well.  "Such a good girl
for Daddy."  He whimpered each time his glutes slammed against Cal's hips;
if his balls hadn't pulled up so tight they would've been flying around.
"Oh Jesus!  Fuck!  Jack it, jack it!  Gonna come!" he gasped.  His shaft
throbbed in Cal's double grip, and the muscle jock had just enough time to
pull the foreskin all the way back before Matt's eruption was on its way.
The senior yelped as Matt's palm slid over his exposed glans, and then he
was launching ropes of spunk right at Cal's face.

"Yes Daddy, come for me!" he cried as the warm jets splattered onto him.
They were bucking around too much to really aim, but at least some of it
did end up on his throat, along with streaks on his face, his chest, his
pillow, and even some in his hair it felt like.  "Yes, like that!  Gimme
your juice!"  The smell washed over him, marking him as Matt's, and he
licked his lips in pleasure.  At the taste of fresh seed he finally lost
it: the whole package of sensations was too much to resist any longer.  He
roared and slammed against Matt's ass as a tidal wave of sensation ran
through his body and raged out through his cock, the entire length of it
alive with pleasure.

"Ungh!  Fuck yeah!" Matt gasped.  He was still in the throes of his own
orgasm, but there was no way he could miss what was going on with Cal.  He
took over jerking off while Cal was too distracted to continue, forcing
more fluid onto Cal's sternum and abs.

Cal continued bucking and thrashing, his head flopping from side to side as
Matt wrung him dry.  "UHHNNGGH!!  Yeah, yeah, yes Daddy, yeah!" he panted
over and over as he came, and kept coming.  "Oh FUUUUUCK!!"  His back
arched one final time, crushing his pubes against Matt's ass, and then he
flopped back onto the bed, a quivering mess.  "Holy shit," he gasped when
could finally think straight, "that was something."

Matt looked down on him fondly.  "Yeah it was," he said.  "I can see why
you like that."  One finger traced a line through the puddle on Cal's
sternum and smeared the milky fluid over his nipple.

Cal nodded, still breathing hard.  "Yeah.  Even better than those toys."
Every time Matt shifted around his slick guts rubbed on Cal's shaft,
sending fresh shivers through him as he started to get sensitive; it made
it hard to concentrate, that was for sure.  "Definitely hotter," Matt
added, and slid his wet fingertip across Cal's lower lip.  Cal moaned
weakly and took it into his mouth--Matt's cum tasted so good....  "Way
hotter," Matt breathed, and fed him another glob that'd pooled in Cal's
collarbone.  "You have no idea how fuckin' sexy you look right now.
Fuckin' wet dream."

Cal grimaced out of habit, even as he cleaned Matt's finger.  Now that he'd
nutted the idea of getting jizz blasted was less appealing than it'd been 5
minutes ago.  "I'm kind of a mess," he muttered.

"Yep," Matt agreed, "a hot, sloppy mess covered in my baby batter, who
knows how to make Daddy very, very happy."  He leaned over, smearing his
cum all over Cal's torso as he did; there was a lot.  Cal wanted to tell
himself it was the nipple pinching that made him squirm and suck in his
breath, but the slick feel of Matt finger painting him was...well it
definitely did something.  Not to mention the look on Matt's face while he
was doing it.  "You did good," Matt murmured as he bent down, and when he
pushed his tongue between Cal's lips the muscle jock didn't hesitate to
open for him.  Being a cum slut wasn't all that bad really, he decided.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

More finals, more fucking.  Mostly at Matt's now: Anderson was graduating
with them, but Stevens would be leaving town as soon as finals were over,
and the two of them wanted to get all in all the smashing they could manage
before they went their separate ways.  "Jason's great," Anderson had said,
"but come on, we're not gonna do the long-distance thing for a year or more
until he graduates.  Not when we were just kicking it anyways."  It wasn't
too surprising to hear: there were a lot of couples trying to figure out
what they were going to do this time of year, especially if they weren't
the same year, or had jobs in different parts of the country.  Cal wasn't
sure what he'd do about Matt if they were both headed out into the working
world, but they could kick that can down the road a little bit while they
worked on their Masters.  They'd definitely gotten closer over the last few
months, and not just between the sheets, but at the same time neither one
had said anything about moving in together, and Cal was okay with that.

But that did mean that he didn't have much stuff over at Matt's, which
required periodic trips back to the condo to do laundry and restock.  Matt
needed some of his workout gear he'd left in a tangled mess next to Cal's
bed (not even torn, surprisingly), so the two of them were making a run.
It was a good thing the semester was wrapping up; Cal was happy to help a
couple of brothers out but he really wanted his place back to himself he
thought, as he slid the key in the lock.

Two steps in the door he stopped in surprise.  Apparently the pair had
taken him at his word to "help themselves and go nuts," because Anderson
was kneeling naked on the couch with his chest resting on the back while an
equally naked Stevens crouched on the floor behind him, his face buried in
the senior's dark-furred crack.  Cal's dick jolted at the sight: on the
drive over that was pretty much what he and Matt had talked about doing.
In the bed, but damn if it didn't look hot on the couch.  Anderson was
enjoying it anyway: the senior's back muscles flexed rhythmically as he
squirmed against the dirty-blond junior's tongue.  "Fuck Jase, right there.
Mmmmmhhhhh..."  He turned his head towards Cal at the interruption; his
square face was flushed and his eyes were hooded with lust.  "Hey Brenner,
didn't expect you back already."  He reached back with one arm and pushed
Stevens' head back into the position it was in before they'd been
interrupted.  "Don't stop man...get that fuckin' tongue in there...oh
yeahhh..."  His eyes fluttered as he inhaled deeply.  "You wanna fuck
around man?  He gives great head."  He nodded at Cal's shorts.  "Looks like
you could use it."

Stevens paused in his ass-licking to check Cal out as he stood frozen in
the doorway.  "Cade's a great cock-sucker too man, take you all the way.
Go ahead."  With that he resumed his work on Anderson's hole, resulting in
another deep sigh of appreciation.  Cal could feel his dick straining at
the sight.

"Hey, I was just texting Kevin and Cole, they need someone to help them
pick up kegs tomorrow and I said they could use your truck.  He's saying
7:00 is--oh.  Oh shit."  Matt had been buried in his phone and slow to
climb the stairs, but was forced to look up when he realized Cal was
blocking the door.  And now he'd seen the reason for the pileup.  "That's
fuckin' hot," he muttered.

"Yeah it is," Cal replied.

"Mmmff..." Anderson squirmed as he was eaten out.  "So am I suckin' some
dick or what?"

Matt closed the door behind him and they shared identical grins: they'd
talked about the other two more than once, and now it looked like something
was going to happen after all.  "Open up Anderson," Cal said, "I've got
what you want."  Cal peeled off his shirt as he moved to the back of the
couch and positioned his crotch at face level, then tugged his shorts and
underwear down.  His dick was three-quarters hard and the senior had no
problem wrapping his lips around it.  "Mmmm..." they hummed in satisfied
unison.

"Stay right there Stevens, I'll be right back," Matt said to the kneeling
youth.  He moved briskly to the bedroom, shedding clothes as he did.  When
he came back was naked and hard, and clutching their lube bottle.  He slid
the coffee table out of the way, then knelt behind the stocky junior.
"Hope you like getting fucked," he breathed.  Stevens didn't have a chance
to respond before Matt's index finger was smearing a globe of orange gel
over his hole.

"Love it," the 20-year-old replied, pooching out his ass for Matt.  "We
flip fuck all the time.  Never had a cock sock before though."

"Feels awesome," Cal put in.  He was still in the early stages of the
blowie, his dick feeling great in Anderson's mouth but not so close to
nutting that he couldn't think straight.  "Have him do you doggy style."

"Oh yeah?" Stevens' face cracked into a curious grin.  "You like it that
way?"

"His dick's got a bend...uhhhh...that feels really sick from
behinduhhhh...."  At the talk of fucking Anderson had increased his suction
significantly, and he'd also mastered the shape of Cal's dick so he could
fit it down his throat.  The added stimulation was...stimulating.  "God you
suck a mean dick Anderson...fuck..."  He tangled his hands in the senior's
dark hair (wavy like Matt's but not as thick) and began pumping into his
warm mouth.

"Told ya," Stevens sighed.  "Fuck's in that lube Matt?  It feels really
fuckin' good in there."

"You like those fingers?" Matt asked.

"Uh huh," the dirty blond gulped, "not enough though man.  Seriously, I
need some dick in there.  Fuuuck...my ass feels so godamn good...fuck me
man."

"You got it bro," Matt said, and positioned himself behind the eager young
stud.  "But I wanna watch you eat your buddy's ass out while I do."

The bottom nodded twice, jerkily.  "Anything man, for sure.  I just need
some cock.  Fuck, I really need it!"  His voice sounded as desperate as Cal
felt when he was starving for the feel of Matt inside him, and when Matt
began pushing in Stevens' groans matched the ones Cal would make.  Muffled,
because his face was deep in his buddy's ass, but Cal knew them.  It was
almost like watching himself get fucked in one of the videos Sir had made
him watch, and the thought was a surprising turn-on.

"Take my dick Anderson," he growled.  When the senior wrapped one calloused
hand around the base and started tugging Cal knew he wasn't going to last
long.  He locked eyes with Matt, who was now making his own pumping
motions, and felt the electricity shoot between them.

Matt began rolling his hip aggressively, really stirring around in Stevens'
hole, and the stocky junior seemed to love it; Cal knew he would've.  "Take
it," Matt grunted, and the bottom answered with a hungry moan.  The sight
was hot as hell, and Cal picked up his rhythm to match Matt's.

Anderson was slobbing all over his knob now, tongue probing Cal's piss slit
one second, then swabbing the ultrasensitive ridge the next.  The
sensations were rapidly becoming too much to bear, and Cal could feel his
balls pulling up as they got ready to unload.  It occurred to him that he
didn't know if his fraternity brother was a spit or a swallow guy.
"Getting close," he gasped.  The senior grunted in response and ramped up
his suction while jacking Cal's root even harder. Well, he'd been warned.

"Me too," Matt panted.  God is it hot watching him fuck, thought Cal.  It
was even better when Matt's dick was inside him, but the sight of his lean
muscles flexing, those big hands gripping Stevens' pale ass, the look of
intense concentration on his flushed face as he pounded the junior's
hole--it was better than any random porno.  Matt must've sensed Cal's gaze,
because he looked up and stared right at him with an expression of lust
that made Cal's dick leap.  "Your hole feels so fuckin' good--gonna fill
you up," he said.  The words could've been directed to the blond, who gave
an enthusiastic moan from deep in Anderson's meaty ass, but Cal knew they
were meant for him.  His right hand snaked around Stevens' waist to give
him a reach-around.  "Come for me baby," he ordered.

"Fuck, I'm gonna shoot so hard," Cal groaned back at him.  For a second he
almost forgot about the other two he was so fixated on Matt.

The spell broke when, with a loud "Oh fuck yes!" Stevens announced he was
coming.  Matt's gaze shifted back to the junior as he focused on pounding
the juice out of him.  His blocky features were screwed up in pleasure as
Matt's ramming pushed him against his buddy's bubble butt, and his whole
body jerked in pleasure.  "AAAAHHGGH!  AH!  AH!  AH! AH!  FUCK!
AAAHHuuuhh..."  His rhythmic cries faded to feeble moaning as he finished
basting Cal's sofa.

Matt didn't relent though: he obviously hadn't been kidding when he said he
was close, because his eyes squeezed shut into an O face as he grabbed
Stevens' hips and began railing the junior's ass.  Within seconds he was
making the same sounds that'd been coming out of the bottom's mouth, the
sounds of his fucking wetter.

Maybe it was a bit of jealousy, or maybe it was the sight of the fresh cum
Matt was smearing over Stevens' right hip that ended Cal's patience;
whatever it was, he suddenly wanted to get off with Matt more than
anything.  Anderson knew what he was doing, but he wasn't going to get Cal
there in time, so Cal just pulled his dick out of the senior's mouth and
started flogging away.  "Coming for you!" he gasped--barely biting back the
word "Daddy"--and began to shoot.

Matt's eyes half-opened, enough to see Cal's first shot splatter down on
Anderson's broad back, and he emitted a strangled "yes!" along with a hip
thrust that nearly knocked Stevens flat.

"That's it, shoot it bro," Anderson enthused, continuing to pump Cal's
shaft.  Another shot had already landed on his scalp, and he closed his
eyes in anticipation of more to come.  The third was on its way when the
senior tugged Cal's rod down and put his face in the way, making Cal paint
one cheek.  "Oh yeah," he sighed as he dragged Cal's spurting dick around,
"fuck yeah..."  As soon as Cal realized what the senior's deal was he
shifted his aim, coating as much of the jock's handsome features as he
could; it was a surprisingly hot sight.  Maybe Matt could do that to him
sometime...  "Oh yeah," Anderson growled as Cal finished coming, "fuckin'
hot...."  He swabbed the head of Cal's dick, but it was clear he wasn't
really looking to clean it off--more like coating one last part of his
face.  He resumed rubbing Cal's slick shaft over his cheeks and jaw, while
the other three slowly caught their breath.

"You come yet?" Stevens finally asked.

Anderson turned around and looked down; Cal could see Matt's eyes widen as
he took in the sight of the facial their frat brother was sporting.  "Not
yet, just enjoying the ride."  He grinned and licked his lips, and Cal
noted that Stevens didn't seem at all surprised at the cum glistening on
his features.  Interesting...and hot.

"Sit down on the couch man," Cal said, "I'll suck you off."

Anderson looked back up at him.  "Yeah, nice."  He complied as the other
two disentangled themselves, and then Cal was on all fours on the sofa with
his face buried in the senior's dark crotch fur.  He'd been leaking some,
so Cal made it a priority to do a little cleanup, lollipop style.

"Lemme help with that," Matt said.  He knelt at Cal's right, grabbed the
lube bottle off the floor and applied an orange glob to his fingers, then
began playing with Anderson's hole.  The senior didn't say anything, but he
let out a little breath and spread his legs to expose his fur-lined pucker.
Cal watched Matt's middle digit slide in, and a matching drop of precum
appear at the senior's piss slit as he sighed happily.

"Work him over man," Stevens said.  He was reclining on the floor, leaning
back on one elbow with a lazy smile on his face as he took it all in.

"You like that Anderson?" Matt asked as he began sliding his finger in and
out. Another drop of precum appeared, and Cal wrapped his lips around the
clipped head to capture it.

"Uh huh," the senior said in a strained voice, "'s fuckin' lit."  When Cal
swirled his tongue around his flared ridge he groaned and clawed at the
couch cushions.  He and Matt continued their measured stimulation as Cade's
motions became more energetic.  His legs opened wider, and then he threw
his left calf over Matt's shoulder to expose his hole completely.
"Fuuuuck...what is in that fuckin' lube dude?" he panted.

"Feel good?" Matt asked with a knowing grin.  He slid another finger in and
Cal felt the dick in his mouth pulse.

"Yes...Goddamn it's making those fingers feel sick."

"You should feel that shit with a cock in there," Stevens said, "that was
something."  Out of the corner of his eye Cal could see the stocky junior
starting to jerk off.

"God yeah I could go for a dicking right now," Anderson groaned.  "Fuuuck
dude!..."  He was grinding on Matt's fingers now, sinking onto them then
thrusting up into Cal's warm mouth.  Cal swallowed him easily--he was a bit
thicker than Matt, but shorter--and growled as he buried his nose in
Anderson's trimmed but dense bush.  He sensed Jason standing up and walking
behind the couch, but that was a sideshow to the taste treat of leaking
cock--flavor that only got more intense when Matt pushed a third finger
into the jock's ass.

"Fuck him," Stevens muttered, "finger bang that hole Matt."  Cal could hear
the unmistakable wet sounds of him jerking off and a glance up confirmed
that he'd grabbed Anderson's hair while he did just that, his cock
positioned to add a fresh layer on top of Cal's cream.

"Fuuuck yes," Anderson agreed enthusiastically, "deeper!"  He was squirming
nonstop from the attention, his fingers clamped on his nipples as he thrust
into Cal's mouth.  "Suck my cock Brenner," he panted, "gonna fuckin' shoot!
UHHHH!"  His balls were pulled up so tight they'd nearly vanished, and Cal
readied himself for their load.

"Oh shit!" Stevens gasped, and suddenly Cal felt a rain of warm droplets on
the back of his head.  "Shit!!"

"Aw fuck yes, shoot it Jase!" Anderson groaned, and with that he exploded
in Cal's mouth.  The frat boy bucked in his mouth uncontrollably from the
sensations crambling his brain, and Cal happily took his load.  His cum was
rich and warm and nutty; a little more bitter than Matt's but still the
same basic taste he'd learned to crave, and he gulped it down eagerly.

The senior's thrusts finally slowed as he came to his senses, and Cal gave
his shaft one last squeeze to milk it dry before sitting back up; he could
feel Stevens' spooge running down his scalp as he did.  Matt slid his
fingers out of the senior's hole with a wet pop, and the four of them eyed
each other with relaxed grins.

"That was fuckin' lit," Anderson finally said lazily, his eyes slits as he
rested his head back on the sofa.  His face was a shiny mess and his torso
was streaked with Stevens' cum.

"You like those facials, huh?" Matt said.  Cal noticed he had a stiffy to
match his own: they'd had plenty of time to recover while they were getting
their fraternity brother off, and they'd both gotten turned on by the
action.

"Mmhmm," Anderson nodded.

"It's kinda his thing," Stevens put in, "right dude?" He was still stiff,
and used his dick to smear the fresh cream over the senior's face.

"Yeah," Anderson grinned lazily, "sure is."

Matt clambered up on the couch and knelt, his dick pointing at the senior's
face.  "Want some more?" he asked in a husky voice.

The senior opened his eyes at that, taking in first Matt's, then Cal's hard
ons.  "I wouldn't complain.  Go for it if you want."  When Matt started
jerking he nodded.  "Yeah, do it.  Come all over me."  Cal wasn't going to
miss out on this, and he quickly got up off his heels and started matching
Matt's strokes.  "Shit you guys look hot," he said, "if I hadn't a just
gotten off..."  He licked his lips; the rest of the sentence was pretty
obvious.

"A little bukkake from your brothers?" Matt asked.

"Hell yeah," Anderson said, "if only."

"Do it guys," Stevens said, "baste the bitch."  He walked around the couch
and got on his knees in front of the senior, spreading his furry thighs.
"Watch him get off on it."  He bent down and took the softened cock in his
mouth, making the senior twitch.

"Still pretty sensitive dude."

"You want us to stop?" Cal asked.  He knew the answer of course, knew what
he would say anyway.

"Fuck no.  Just gimme a couple minutes."  Anderson replaced their hands
with his own and started tugging.  "Goddamn you two are hot," he sighed.

The three of them continued without another word for several more minutes.
Thanks to his foreskin Matt was able to keep tugging just fine, but Cal had
to load up with spit from time to time.  Anderson took the hint and started
blowing him when he got dry, periodically switching to Matt.  His lips were
puffy from the suction, and Cal thought he'd never be able to look at him
again without picturing that sight.  When Stevens prodded his hole with a
lubed-up finger the senior groaned.  "You fuckin' tease," he grunted, "I
need more than a finger in there."  Cal could see that he'd gotten hard
already.

"Yeah?" Stevens lips were swollen with sucking as the seniors; Cal thought
he looked insanely hot.  "Still hungry for some cock?"

"Uh huh...that fuckin' grease man, gonna need some dick in there to scratch
that itch."  Cal shared a look with Matt: was it just the lube that made
him so thirsty for Matt's dick?  He felt like there was a lot more to
getting fucked than just that, but Anderson's reaction was making him
wonder.

As if reading his mind Matt gripped the back of his neck and pulled him
close.  "Can't wait to eat your hole until you scream for my dick baby,
lube or no lube," he breathed.  He nipped Cal's earlobe to emphasize the
point, and Cal whimpered.  Okay, it wasn't just the lube then.

The other two ignored their little exchange, focused instead on the cock
lining up with Anderson's well-stretched hole.  The blond junior didn't
wait, just pushed into his fuck buddy's ass in one relentless slide.
"WHUFF!" Anderson exhaled; his eyes had rolled back briefly as Stevens'
mushroom head slid into him.

"Fuck, you were ready," Stevens commented.  He gripped Anderson's muscular
thighs and tugged the senior lower on the couch, positioning him for a good
pile driving, and the bottom raised his hairy calves up to his broad
shoulders like a pro.

"Always," Anderson sighed happily, "GodDAMN that feels good in there.  Oh
fuck yes your cock...."  With that he dove hungrily back on the ones in
front of him, hungrily slurping first Cal, then Matt into his mouth while
jerking them both off.

"Shit that's hot," the junior murmured.  "Lemme know when you guys are
about to nut."  He started lightly stroking Anderson's stiffy--enough to
make the senior squirm but not enough to pound one out.

"Getting there," Matt said in a strained voice.  "You give great head
dude."

"We practice a lot," Stevens said.

Cal chuckled, "I noticed."  They were quiet after that as they focused on
getting off.  Cal couldn't get over how hot it was watching the senior with
his clean-cut looks take their two cocks in his mouth, and when Matt
started nuzzling on his ear he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

"I wanna watch you come all over his face again baby," Matt murmured,
pinching Cal's right nipple.  THAT sent a jolt through his body--the kind
he got when he was getting ready to shoot--and he whined and squirmed from
the touch.

"Nnngghmm..."  Anderson's lips were wrapped around Matt's cock at the
moment, so Cal decided to provide the extra stimulation he needed himself.
His helmet head was swollen and rigid under his touch; combined with the
slick coating of spit and precum even a light grip was going to be enough
to do the trick.  "Gonna come soon," he panted.

"Do it," Stevens said, and began fucking faster.  He was sweating lightly,
muscles rippling as he pumped Anderson's hole.

"Do it baby," Matt said, nipping his earlobe.

"Do it Brenner," the bottom panted, "paint my fuckin' face again."  He
tugged on Matt's dick.  "Both of you."

"Shit that's hot," Matt panted.  He gripped the back of Cal's skull and
pulled him in for a deep kiss, while his right hand took over stroking
duties, providing the exact stimulation he needed.  "You almost there?" he
asked.  His voice was tight.

"Yeess..." Anderson had started playing with his balls as he watched them
both--the hungry look on his face mirrored Cal's expression in the hotel
videos Sir had shown them.  "Almost..." he jerked faster, the loose grip
delaying the inevitable but also building the intensity.  He pressed his
forehead to Matt's and angled his dick down and Matt followed suit.  From
the way Matt's deep purple head pushed out from his `skin Cal knew he was
nearly there too.  Anderson watched them both intently, but his mouth had
fallen open and his nearly-hairless chest was heaving as Stevens assaulted
his dick and ass.

"Ooooh my God," he whined, "oooh fuck!  Do it you two--fuckin' do it to me!
I wanna--kah!!"  He choked suddenly as Matt gave him what he wanted a bit
sooner than expected, launching a healthy load of cream right down his
throat with a loud grunt.  The sight was enough to get Cal off, and his
first spurt joined Matt's second giving the dark-haired senior the facial
he'd been asking for.  "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH GOD FUCK YEAH JASE!" he
cursed, and started bucking; Cal didn't need the suddenly-wet sounds of
Stevens fisting the bottom's cock or the feel of warm liquid hitting his
thigh to tell him his brother was getting his nut.

The next moments consisted of them fulfilling the dark-haired senior's
bukkake fantasy as ropes of cum painted his face and upper body.  Near the
end Stevens pulled out to complete the coverage with a set of tracks on
Andersons flat stomach from sternum to pubes, covering his treasure trail
and filling his cum gutters.  When he was done the four of them paused to
recover, Cal and Matt with their heads on each other's shoulders while
Stevens dropped to his knees on the carpet; all of them were breathing
heavily.

"Holy shit," Anderson groaned at last, "that was fuckin' insane." He ran
his palms over his face and up into his hair, leaving it spiked up from the
cum he'd just rubbed into it.  "Jeeesus!"

"I thought this guy was a cum slut," Matt quipped, rubbing his hand over
Cal's chest, "but you are all kinds of thirsty, dude."  Cal wasn't so sure
about that: watching Anderson live out his little fantasy had definitely
gotten him thinking along similar lines.  That could wait for a one-on-one
chat with Matt though.

"What can I say bro?" the senior quipped, "I like what I like."

"No complaints from us," Matt said.

"For sure," Stevens added, "he's been talking about this ever since you
guys told us you liked the D."  He clambered to his feet.  "Think I'm all
juiced out for now.  You guys mind if we clean up real quick?"

"I dunno," Anderson said mock-seriously, "maybe I'll just go like this..."
He idly smeared the junior's jizz over his torso and over his pecs before
sliding his fingers up his throat, over his cum-slicked cheek, and finally
into his mouth; if Cal hadn't just shot a load the sight would've made him
ready to.  Even so he felt his face flush; the sound of Matt's
suddenly-indrawn breath said he wasn't the only one riveted by the frat
boy's show.

"Fuckin' whore," Stevens laughed, and gripped Anderson's hand to pull him
off the sofa.

Fifteen minutes later the two of them were showered and on their way.
There'd been no discussion about whether a repeat performance was in the
cards, but from the way the goodbye bro hugs had lingered a fraction of a
second, Cal hoped there might be.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Finals came and went, and Stevens with them.  Apparently they weren't going
to get a repeat of their little group play after all, although the stocky
blond would be back in the fall.  Anderson was still around (at least until
graduation) and had stayed friendly enough, but they never seemed to quite
sync up: there was always a party to go to, or some event at the house, or
something.  It seemed like he'd gotten his fantasy out of his system, at
least for the time being.

Not that it bothered Cal too much: he and Matt spent plenty of time
draining each other dry.  There were a few pauses at first, which Cal
realized came on the days Matt was working at the shelter.  Once he knew
what to look for he could see his friend was still feeling guilty about the
whole Helen situation; on those nights he followed Matt's lead and just
chilled.  At one point Matt mentioned that he and Bryan had talked it out,
and apparently the red-headed director had finally decided to forgive him;
after that things were a lot better.

Which left graduation.  The final tuition bill had gotten paid, which was
something, but Cal's dad hadn't bothered to call and he'd be damned if he
was going to pick up the phone.  It hadn't bothered him at first, but now
everyone's families were coming into town, and he suddenly realized that no
one was going to show for him.  If anyone had asked he would've said he
didn't give a shit, but when Matt asked if he wanted to join his family for
a graduation dinner Cal lost it, blubbering like a total pussy while Matt
just held him in a big hug.  "Hey, I owe you a free meltdown," Matt'd said
when it was over, "no worries."

Cal didn't know what story Matt had spun (definitely not the whole deal on
their status, whatever it was) but dinner with the fam was actually pretty
normal.  Matt's brother had flown in from Dallas where he was working for
Citibank, so Cal and he bonded over north Texas trivia and the Cowboys.
Everyone was chill, and apparently Matt had been talking him up for a while
because Matt's mom called him "an honorary son" before giving him a goodbye
hug.  Cal didn't tear up or anything, but he definitely gave a good hug
back.

The massive steak dinner had left them with pretty serious food comas and
there wasn't much going on at the house, what with nearly everyone either
gone for the summer or out with their families, so the two of them ended up
back at Cal's place, posted up on the sofa with some Johnie Walker Blue
that Cal had treated himself to as a graduation present.

"This is some smooth shit," Matt remarked.  They were leaning up against
each other, feet up on the coffee table, with one of Matt's calves draped
over Cal's.  In a couple minutes Cal it was going to get uncomfortable
enough for Cal to tell him to move it, but for now he was enjoying the
contact.

"Thank my dad," Cal said.

Matt's eyebrows rose.  "He stop being a shit ass?"

"No.  But I charged it to the family credit card I'm still on, so he'll get
the bill for it."

"Noice."  Matt clinked glasses with him and they each took a sip.

"Thanks for letting me hang with your fam tonight.  That was really--"
suddenly Cal's throat tightened up, and he had to swallow "--really nice."

"Of course.  Yeah, of course.  Anytime."  The look Matt gave him was
wide-eyed and open, and made Cal feel light-headed all of a sudden.  The
obvious next step was to lean in for a kiss, which was clearly Matt's
thought as well.

They were a few inches apart, with Cal already feeling some tingling going
on in anticipation of the next steps, when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He sighed and rolled away from Matt to pull it out. "Huh."

"What?"  Matt was not feeling the interruption.

"It's Bryan.  Wants to know if I'm around so he can bring me a graduation
present."  He held up the phone, showing a picture of a paper sack that
obviously contained a liquor bottle.

"That's cool of him."  Matt seemed surprisingly chill with the idea.

"You guys are good?"  Cal raised one eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think he just needed some time to think it over."  A look of
sadness passed over his face.  "But, you know, he's been friendly lately so
I think we're okay again."

"So he should come?"

"Sure, why not?  We weren't going anywhere."  Matt burped, making them both
laugh.

"'Cept that way."  Cal jerked his head towards the bedroom.

"Yeah, but we can still do that."  Matt gave him a smirk over his rocks
glass that said he wasn't going to let a little food coma get in the way of
some aardvaarking.  He lifted his chin.  "Get your free hooch man."

"'Kay.  I'll let him know you're here though."  Cal sent the text.  "Says
he'll be here in 20."

"Good.  This shit is way to smooth to do shots."  Matt smacked his lips in
appreciation and took another sip.

They weren't doing shots, but the whiskey did go down pretty damn smooth,
and therefore fast.  That left them with time to kill before Bryan showed
up, which they filled with a makeout session that left them both breathing
hard and leaking into their briefs.  "My little girl is horny, isn't she?"
Matt breathed in Cal's ear.  One hand was squeezing the back of Cal's neck
the way he loved, while the other was halfway under the waistband of his
shorts and heading south.

"Yes Daddy," Cal breathed, "I can't wait to feel you in my pussy."  He
ground his crotch into Matt's, making the tall jock grunt in approval.

Whatever dirty talk Matt was going to follow up with was interrupted by a
knock at the door.  "Just a sec!" Cal shouted, and rolled off Matt to stand
up.  Tugging his shirt back down he cursed his decision to wear a
tight-fitting Polo; it did nothing to cover up the bulge in the front of
his board shorts.  If that wasn't Bryan at the door things were going to be
pretty fucking awkward.

A quick check at the peephole showed the delivery man's familiar red-headed
features though, and Cal opened the door with relief.  Bryan's bearded face
split into a knowing grin as he blatantly scoped Cal out.  "Hey there," he
said, and held out a brown bag that obviously contained the promised
bottle.

"Hey," Cal said, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

"Hey Bryan," Matt looked up from the couch.  He hadn't made any effort at
all to straighten up, his mussed-up and flushed appearance making it
obvious what they'd been up to.  Not to mention the tent he was pitching.

Cal was experiencing a weird mix of emotions: annoyance at being
interrupted, happiness at the unexpected gift, impatience to get back with
Matt, and relief that his two friends (was Bryan a friend?  Maybe...)
seemed to be getting along.  All overlaid with a thick layer of horniness
that Bryan's tight blue tee shirt was doing nothing to dispel.  Unable to
process all that he punted and settled for the politeness that was drilled
into every southerner from childhood.  "Uhh...thanks, thanks a lot.  Come
on in."

"Cool.  I didn't wanna stay too long, just wanted to drop this off and say
gratz."  He pulled a bottle of Woodford out of the bag and set it on a bar.
"Thought you might like something a little nicer than your usual JD to
celebrate."  His eyebrows rose at the sight of the bottle of Blue on the
coffee table.  "Not as nice as that though."

Cal shrugged a little self-consciously.  Six months ago he would've flexed
about how it was nothing on account of how much money he had, but now those
memories just made him cringe.  "Just something my dad got," he mumbled.

Bryan's eyebrows twitched in surprise.  "So he's not a dick now?"  Cal
hadn't really done more than drop a couple hints in the times they'd
talked, but the way Bryan's eyes flicked to Matt told him where the info
had come from.

"Let's just say Cal picked it out for himself," Matt said, shooting Cal the
barest wink.

"Ah..."  Bryan obviously didn't understand everything that was left unsaid,
but he'd clearly gotten the gist.  "Well, you should definitely enjoy it."
He made a step towards the door.

"You should try some," Cal blurted out.  There'd be plenty of graduation
parties the next few days, including a rager tomorrow at the house, but
suddenly he realized he wanted his own thing too, even if it was just the
two friends.  Well, one friend and a friendly hookup.  But still, Bryan had
made the effort and all.

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I mean, you brought over a whole bottle of some good shit.  Least I
can do is share some of mine.  Have a seat."  Cal grabbed a clean glass
from the dishwasher and tossed in a cube, then handed it to the red head.
The couch was really the only seating option in the small living room area
unless he wanted to pull over a chair from the breakfast nook, but he was
buzzed enough he wanted to sit on something more comfortable, so he ended
up between the other two pouring a round.  The couch was good-sized, but he
and Bryan were both big guys and Matt wasn't a lot smaller, so it ended up
being a bit of a squeeze.  Matt's body felt nice against his though, and
Bryan's solid mass wasn't exactly unpleasant either.  "Well, enjoy," he
said, to distract himself as much as anything else.  They clinked glasses
and sipped quietly for a minute, enjoying the brown liquid goodness.

"Holy crap this is good," Bryan sighed happily.  He'd laid his head back
and his eyes were half-closed as he enjoyed the whiskey.  "You're a helluva
host Cal."  He laid a hand on Cal's thigh in a way that was friendly...but
was also a warm strong hand on his thigh.

"Yeah he is," Matt agreed, and now his right leg had a matching palm on it.
Matt's grip was a little firmer though, and he punctuated his compliment
with a little squeeze.  "Always making his guests happy."  There was an
edge in his voice that would've gotten Cal's interest even without the
squeeze, but the combo sent the blood rushing to his groin.

"_Very happy," Bryan agreed, moving his thumb back and forth slightly.

Cal's chest tightened and he felt a flush creep up his torso at the same
time his dick began expanding towards Bryan's pinkie.  He looked left and
right to find the other two's faces splitting into matching grins.  Had the
two of them?... Their hands squeezed him in unison, then crept up his legs
together.  Oh fuck yeah, he thought, and flexed his hips slightly.  Fuck
yeah, they had.

Matt's hand slid up to palm his crotch as he turned to face Cal; his brown
eyes drilled into Cal's.  "You wanna make us happy baby?" he growled.

"Uh huh," Cal nodded, licking his lips. When Bryan's fingers slid under his
nuts to press on his taint his eyelids fluttered.  "Yes Daddy."

"We're gonna make your pussy feel so good baby," Bryan growled into his
neck.  His beard dragged across the sensitive skin below Cal's ear, and
when he dragged his teeth across it Cal moaned weakly while his cock flexed
against Matt's hand.

"Yes Daddy Bryan," he whispered hoarsely, "I want you inside me."

"Gonna fill you up with our cocks baby girl," Matt breathed, "get our baby
makers all up inside you."  He began rubbing Cal's erection through his
shorts, and when the big jock moaned in response Matt slid his tongue right
in while Bryan's grip held his skull in place.  Cal tangled his fingers in
Matt's thick dark hair and pulled him in tight, opening to his tongue; it
tasted of whiskey.

"Such a horny little girl," Bryan murmured into Cal's ear; the feel of his
beard on the tender skin sent chills up Cal's spine, "your panties all wet
baby?"  Two of his fingers pressed into Cal's taint, rubbing down towards
his hole, and Cal whimpered as he turned his head.  His mouth opened for
the red head's tongue as his thighs spread for his hand; he could feel the
pressure growing in his groin as the two of them worked him over.

"Yeah they are," Matt said, and ground his hand against Cal's damp shorts
where a wet spot was growing fast.  "She's dripping right through 'em."
Now it was his teeth on Cal's neck.

Cal felt light-headed as his passion built.  The two of them were almost
cradling him the way Matt would as they drifted off to sleep after having
sex, and the sensation triggered the same warm glow he felt then.  At the
same time their hands were making his dick and his hole ache, with the
attention from their lips and tongues short-circuiting any coherent thought
before it could form.  "Oooooohhh please daddies, pleeeease...."  He wasn't
even sure what he was begging them to do, as long as they were doing
something.  He hooked his left thigh over Bryan's leg to give him
unfettered access to his hole; when the redhead began rubbing it Cal's eyes
rolled back in his head and he groaned in need.

"Your baby girl likes her pussy played with," Bryan commented to Matt.  Cal
could only whine as the redhead's tongue traced the edge of one ear.

"It gets her gets so hot," Matt breathed into the other one, "doesn't it
baby?"  He squeezed Cal's rod and gave it a tug that made it throb as the
wet fabric grazed the head.

"Yes Daddy," Cal whimpered.  His balls were churning and he wasn't sure how
much longer he could hold out.  "I think...uhhhhh...you're gonna make me
come."  He bit his lip as he ground against Matt's hand, the sensation
coaxing yet another trickle of juice from him.

"Do it baby," Matt sighed, "show Daddy Bryan what a slut you are."  He
began rhythmically squeezing Cal's glans, the friction making Cal arch his
back in pleasure.

"Don't stop Daddy!  Don't--UNH!!"  Despite having fabric in the way Bryan
had managed to press his finger hard enough against Cal's hole enough to
stretch the entrance open.  The sensation of fabric rubbing his tender skin
was the final straw for Cal's sensitized groin, and he promptly exploded.
The feel of gooey cloth rubbing his engorged cock head at the same time was
almost unbearable, and he cried out as he bucked helplessly against Matt's
grip.  Shivers raced up and down his body as the other two men attacked his
neck and ears with their mouths, urging him on and telling him what a good
little slut he was.  Cal groaned and bucked as the wave of ecstasy washed
over and through him, leaving him wrung out and spent finally.  When he
eventually opened his eyes he saw he'd soaked his shorts completely: the
jizz stain was the size of Matt's palm and still spreading.

"Fuck that was hot," Bryan murmured thickly.  The outline of his helmet
head was clearly visible where it strained against his shorts, and he was
sporting his own dark spot at the tip.

"Yeah it was," Matt agreed; his voice held the same heavy note of arousal.
"Let's go to the bedroom."  He sat up and stripped off his shirt then stood
up, his shorts clearly tented.

Bryan grinned and gave Matt a squeeze.  "Sounds like a great idea."  He
pulled off his own tee and joined Matt.  "You coming baby?" he asked Cal.

Cal nodded weakly, but instead of standing up he just scooted to the edge
of the sofa.  Grabbing Bryan's hips he buried his face in the redhead's
crotch, huffing in his spicy cedar scent and the rich smell of precum as he
worked on the shorts buttons standing between him and his prize.  Bryan
rumbled in approval and rested his hands on Cal's scalp, pulling his face
into him.  "Thirsty girl," he murmured.

"Sure is," Matt murmured as he kicked off his own clothes.  He grabbed the
coffee table and shoved it back, giving Bryan room to back up so Cal could
drop to his knees on the floor.  The delivery man took the opportunity to
pop his buttons himself, letting his massive meat loose to smack Cal on the
nose.  "Jesus Christ," the tall jock exclaimed, "Cal said you were big,
but..."

Bryan grinned, then sucked in his breath as Cal wrapped his lips around
him.  "What can I say man?  Oh fuck baby, yeah, just like that.  You know
what Daddy likes...yes."  He sighed happily and began pumping into Cal's
mouth.

"Fuckin' A," Matt muttered.  He licked his lips and then he was on the
floor next to Cal, tongue lapping at the base of Brian's beast.  Just like
the hotel room, Cal thought, and backed off to allow Matt to suckle on the
plum-sized head with him.

"Ohhhh yeah..." Bryan groaned happily, "that's it boys, work my dick.  Fuck
that feels good....  Cal baby, get in there and lick your Daddy's balls.
Oh yeah....unnnh that's hot."  He spread his stance, giving Cal a chance to
bathe his nuts in earnest.  They were warm and full, and Cal couldn't wait
for their load to burst free.

Or Matt's: his friend's shaft was warm and wet in his hand, and when Cal
started jacking it Matt shuddered.  The tall jock's sucking grew more
vigorous even as his hands started fumbling with Cal's shorts.  It took a
couple of minutes due to their oral distractions, but he finally got them
down and began tugging on Cal's unit.  He was mostly soft--his orgasm had
really done a number on him--but he could feel himself responding to the
stimulation.

"You two look so damn hot," Bryan murmured, one hand on each of their
heads.  "Fuuuuck...you frat boys really do give the best head."  He pushed
his hips forward and his dick flexed against Cal's nose; from the happy
grunt Matt made he must've released some precum too.  Cal shifted his
attention from Bryan's nuts to his head, pushing Matt to let him
share--there was plenty of room for two after all.  The two of them
slobbered on Bryan's knob, lips and tongues wrestling for each fresh
droplet that oozed out.  Cal felt himself falling into a frenzy as his
hunger took over; his cock had gotten back to a full hard in record time.
All three of them were panting, with Bryan grunting and jerking in time to
their tongues' movement over his glans.

"Okay, okay.  Okay," Bryan panted, "that's enough."  He pushed Cal and Matt
off his dick, breathing heavily.  "You're getting me too close.  Let's hit
the bedroom, huh?"

"Yeah," Matt said thickly and scrambled to his feet.  The three of them got
to the foot of the bed then stood there, Cal and Matt a little uncertainly.

"So who wants to do what?" Bryan asked, breaking the tension.  Before Cal
could come up with an answer he saw Matt looking down at Bryan's massive
hard on, biting his lip with a contemplative expression on his face.  Bryan
caught the look too; he wrapped his paw around Matt's shaft and gave it a
slow pull with a grin.  "You like what you see?"  Matt nodded.  "Ever taken
a dick as big as mine?"  Matt shook his head, wide-eyed.  "...You wanna
try?" Bryan asked slyly.

"Yeah," Matt swallowed, "I think so.  Yeah."

Bryan's grin widened.  "Awesome."  He pulled Matt in for a kiss, and the
taller man moaned.  Before Cal could start feeling jealous Bryan broke off.
"You wanna make your Daddy feel good?"  He let go of Matt's dick to run his
thumb over Cal's lower lip, pushing it in until the muscle bottom's mouth
opened for him.  "Yeah you do...you're such a good girl...gonna swallow
every drop I fuck out of him, aren't you?"

Cal wrapped his lips around Bryan's thumb and nodded, wide-eyed.  Anything
to make Matt feel good, he thought; his mouth watered in anticipation.

"Look at how thirsty she is," Bryan commented to Matt.  "You are one lucky
dude."

"I know," Matt said.  The touch of his fingers on Cal's glans sent
goosebumps up his back.

Bryan pulled his thumb free.  "Go grab my shorts Cal; I've got some condoms
in the pocket."  As Cal padded off he heard Bryan asking Matt where they
kept the lube.

It took longer than he thought to find what Bryan wanted: he'd stashed his
magnums in one of those weird side pockets.  Ribbed he noticed, the
observation making his asshole twitch.  When he came back into the bedroom
he saw Matt facing him with his eyes shut and his engorged cock sticking
straight out, the red head almost completely free of its foreskin.  Bryan
was nuzzling his neck while his left hand ran up and down the tall jock's
torso from nipples to trimmed black pubes.  His right hand wasn't visible,
but the open bottle of lube and the movement of Matt's hips made it obvious
what he was doing with it.  When the redhead saw Cal had returned he gave
him a sly look and Matt jerked with a groan; a second later a translucent
peal appeared at his piss slit.  "That was just two fingers bro.  Imagine
what my cock is gonna feel like."

"Fuuuck," Matt panted, "oh fuck.  That feels amazing."  He opened his eyes
to see Cal standing there.  "Get on your knees baby...suck your Daddy's
cock."  Cal tossed the rubbers on the bad and dropped, swallowing Matt to
the root in one practiced move.  "Oh fuck yes!  Take it baby, take it all."
He placed his hands on Cal's head and began pumping.  "Good girl," he
sighed.

They continued in silence for a few minutes, Cal content to enjoy the feel
of Matt's flesh in his mouth while the frat boy's whimpers grew gradually
louder.  At one point he gave a small yelp and jumped.  "That's three,"
Bryan murmured, "almost ready."  A couple minutes more, and then the
redhead murmured "There you go...all loosened up."  Cal heard the wet pop
of his fingers exiting Matt's hole, and then the sound of a wrapper being
torn open.  "How do you want it?" he asked.

"Right here," Matt said in a strained voice, "just like that."  Cal looked
up and Matt met his gaze.  _Hotel room, the tall jock mouthed, and Cal
nodded.  That'd been the night he'd first come to terms with how hot it was
to take another man's load, and revisiting that experience always got his
engine racing.  Matt's too, apparently.

Cal released Matt's shaft from his mouth and then, still locking gazes,
began tracing the tip of his tongue up Matt's balls, trying to match the
pace of Bryan's cock sliding into his hole.  His hunger was greater than
Matt's ability to open up though, and it took a half dozen licks of the
lollipop before Bryan breached Matt's ring.

"There ya' go," the redhead soothed, "deep breaths, I'm in."

"Fuck you are," Matt grunted.  His voice strained with discomfort, but he'd
barely wilted and his pupils were wide and dark.  "That's...a lot."  Cal
saw a trickle of sweat running down his side, but chose to swab the droplet
in front of him instead.  "Aaahhh..." Matt sighed.  "Fffffssshhh..."  The
hardest part might be over, but Cal knew very well what it felt like to
have that fat slab of meat sliding in for the first time.  He wrapped his
lips around Matt once again, slow-diving onto his semi-hard pole until his
throat was full.  Holding it there he reached back with one hand until he
found his own pucker, then pushed one finger in with a groan.  That was
better--not what he really wanted, but it'd do for now.

"Oh fuck that's hot," Matt said hoarsely.  "Ohnnnngod fuck!"  Bryan's hands
had found his nipples and given the brown nubs a pinch that made his dick
twitch in Cal's throat.  Cal growled and slid another finger up his ass.

"That's it baby," Bryan urged, "finger your pussy for us.  Show your
daddies what you like."

"Yeah," Matt panted, "do it baby, for Daddy.  Oh fuck that thing is big!"
His hips began to rock slightly, and Cal knew Bryan had begun pumping his
ass.  He rammed his own fingers as deep as they would go and doubled down
on his suction as Bryan slowly picked up the pace and Matt's grunts of
discomfort became mixed with dawning pleasure.  "Ohh
ffff.... okay...ah...uhnnn....ohhhh oohhhgod...oh God."  He was fully hard
again and Cal could taste fresh droplets of precum each time Bryan's cock
pushed back into him.  "Oh Jesus, yes like that!  Aw fuck that feels really
good man, yes!"  Matt's hands clamped onto Cal's head and his eyes rolled
back as he began skull fucking his frat brother.  "Oh God!  Harder!
Nnnggyeeesss!"  Cal didn't know which of them he was talking to, but he
didn't care.  All he knew was that Matt was rocking back and forth between
Bryan's cock and his mouth and he was part of the senior's pleasure.  He
shivered in anticipation of the load that was about to be his.

Bryan was grunting as well, his hips thrusting at a steady pace that wasn't
quite enough to knock the taller man over--but if Matt hadn't been hanging
on to Cal's head he probably would have.  "Fuck that's tight," he muttered.
Cal could smell his cedary musk as the stocky delivery man began to sweat
from his exertion, mixing with Matt's familiar scent and the glycol aroma
of lube.

When he brushed his fingers over Matt's shaved nuts he felt them pebble and
pull up; he was close.  Cal began gently kneading them and got a long groan
in response, followed by a strangled "Oh God, fuck!  Gonna--AAAHH!"  Matt's
fingers clamped down hard enough to practically dent Cal's skull as he
erupted, helped along by some aggressive thrusts from Bryan.  Cal thought
he'd gotten pretty good at taking Matt's loads, but this was something else
again.  He began to choke from the sheer volume of cum blasting down his
gullet and could feel the excess running down his chin.  It was an
incredible turn-on, and he found himself groaning hungrily while he
struggled to gulp down the warm jets.  He twisted his head one way and the
other, tongue probing the juice-filled recesses of Matt's foreskin and
swabbing the rigid glans while the semen washed over his tongue and leaked
down his chin.  His fingers were deep in his ass; they didn't fill his hole
like Matt filled his mouth, but it was the best he could do.  And the
sounds Matt was making made it worth it: hearing him come was better than
any porno.

"UH!  UH!  Uh!"  Matt's spasms finally slowed as he regained some
self-control.  "Oh fuuuuuck," he said weakly, "Jesus..."  He was flushed
and shiny with sweat now; Cal wondered if his friend knew how hot he
looked.  Matt blinked hard and widened his eyes as he cleared his head, and
finally took in Cal's face looking up at him.  "Fuck you look hot like
that," he said admiringly.  Bryan pressed against him and pinched one
nipple, making Matt's eyelids flutter and coaxing one last drop onto Cal's
tongue.  "Mmm..."

There was a pause while Matt's breathing returned to normal, and then Bryan
slid out of his hole with a wet pop.  Cal reluctantly released his shaft
and removed his fingers from his ass, then wiped his chin with the back of
his hand; the amount of liquid was pretty impressive.

"Did you come?" Matt asked.  "I kinda lost track."

Bryan chuckled.  "Nope, not quite.  I think someone else needs it more."
He peered around Matt's body.  "Isn't that right baby girl?"

Cal felt a flush explode over his body, and his pulse began to pound.  His
hole and cock throbbed in unison.  "Yes Daddy Bryan."  Matt's load down his
throat, and Bryan's cock up his ass...he shivered.  "I want you inside me.
Deep in my pussy."

Bryan stepped around Matt and ran his thumb across Cal's chin, then up to
his lower lip; his pale skin was flushed and his blue eyes were hungry.
"Oh yeah you do," he said roughly, "Get up on the bed."

Cal barely had time to get his ass on the mattress before Bryan was
manhandling him.  Cal had expected the redhead to ride him missionary style
again, but instead he ended up on his side: one leg over Bryan's burly
shoulder with his tender hole exposed to the top's thirsty gaze.

"Gimme some of that lube," Bryan muttered hoarsely, holding out his hand
for Matt.  A quick squirt, and his wrapped head was pressing against Cal's
shaved flesh.  The pressure made his cock throb, and he whined hungrily as
Bryan started prying him open, the discomfort only a mild distraction
compared to his need to be filled.  "That's it baby, let me into that
cunt."  Bryan was rock hard, his body tense with the effort to restrain
himself.  He might be a sweet guy at heart, but his dick was in the
driver's seat now, and it wanted in.  He wiggled his hips and pushed, and
Cal groaned as his hole was pried open--even the three fingers he'd pushed
in there a minute ago hadn't fully prepared him.  "Breathe baby," Bryan
urged, "open up for Daddy."

"Ooooooohhh...."  Cal clenched and opened his fist involuntarily as he
struggled to comply.  Matt's regular and energetic use of his hole had
definitely made the process a lot easier than when Bryan had taken his
cherry, but his ring was still taking time to adjust.  The pain was
bearable though, and his ass was hungry for more.  Bryan's warm hand
wrapped around his swollen shaft and he whimpered; even with the assault on
his backside he was rock hard and close to coming.  He squeezed his eyes
shut and focused on his breathing, willing himself to let the redhead in.
"Aaaaaahhhhh..."  Almost...

A thumb pressed against his lower lip and his mouth fell open for it.
"That's it baby," Matt cooed, "show Daddy how much you love cock."  He
pushed his digit in and Cal sucked on the pad as it slid over his tongue.
His right hand closed over the stiff nub of one nipple and he pinched until
it matched the burning in his ass.  The mix of pain and pleasure provided
the distraction he needed: his ring relaxed the last crucial bit and
suddenly Bryan was sliding into his guts.

"That's it baby, let Daddy in," Bryan grunted.  His free hand was tight on
Cal's right thigh, clamping the leg to his shoulder and as he pushed in he
leaned forward, stretching the gym rat's hole even further.

"Oh God!" Cal choked out around Matt's thumb.  Matt had gotten so good at
pounding his prostate he'd forgotten that it'd taken a little while for
them to figure out what worked best.  There was none of that with Bryan:
the shaft sinking mercilessly into him pressed against every square
millimeter of his chute, and when the plum-sized head crushed his prostate
it felt like his entire body lit up.  "OH GOD DADDY!"  He bucked, and if
Bryan hadn't let go of his cock he would've shot right then and there.
Even then he might've if he hadn't come just a few minutes ago; it was a
close call.  "YOUR FUCKIN' COCK!!" he wailed.  Nothing the neighbors hadn't
heard before he thought faintly, and then Bryan's pubes were grinding
against the smooth skin of his freshly-shaved taint, and all he could think
about was submitting to the massive pole filling his guts.

"Oh Jesus," Bryan said shakily, "you boys are so fuckin' tight."

"Lotta squats," Matt joked.  Cal opened his eyes to see his friend smiling
at him.  God he's handsome, Cal thought.  Mat pulled his thumb out until
just the tip lingered on his wet lower lip.  When Bryan shifted his weight
Cal moaned and his eyelids fluttered from the stimulation.  "That's my baby
girl," Matt said with quiet intensity, "such a hot little slut..."  Bryan
began sliding out with excruciating slowness and Cal arched his back
instinctively.

"Oh God yes!" Cal gulped; he could feel the massive bulge of Bryan's glans
closing back in on his prostate.  "YES!  I'm your--" he swallowed, "I'm
your little slut Daddy!"  The ridge was almost there and he could feel
himself dripping as he was milked from the inside. "OH DADDY YEEEEESSS YES
THERE!  FUCK OH GOD DON'T--OH GOD THERE YES DON'T STOP DADDY!"  Bryan had
parked on his g spot and was barely moving; Cal had never experienced
anything this mindwrecking in his life.

The redhead grinned wolfishly down at him, his own face red and shiny: he
knew exactly what he was doing.  "Found your clit little girl?" he taunted.
He wiggled his hips ever so slightly and all Cal could do was wail, barely
aware of the drool coming out of his mouth as he nodded.  His existence had
collapsed down to the sensations washing over him, and the only emotion
left was the need to get fucked.

"PLEEEEASE DADDY FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL!!  FUCK ME!"

"Oh he's in it now," Bryan said, "you've made him into one helluva bottom."
Cal barely heard him; he was more focused on pushing back onto Bryan's
shaft to generate some of the motion he craved.  "Oh fuuuuck yes girl,
that's it.  Work that hole."  He began pumping in and out, slowly
increasing the length of his strokes until Cal was squirming in ecstasy.
"Oh yeah," the delivery man panted, "that pussy's good and loose now,
aren't ya girl?"

"UHHHNN..."  It was all Cal could get out.  "Mooooore..."  He felt floaty
and warm, his frantic energy giving way to an even deeper arousal.

"More cock?"

"Yeeeesss...Daddy....p-please...more cock..."  Bryan thrust into him
suddenly all at once, hard.  "YES!"

"You heard your boyfriend," Bryan said, "give him what he wants."

"Huh?" It was hard for Cal to focus with Bryan rearranging his insides, but
Matt sounded confused.

"He's not the only one with a dripping dick.  Give your man what he wants.
And hurry up, I'm not gonna last much longer."  Bryan was breathing
heavily, and sweat had begun running down his lightly furred chest.  "Fuck
that's one sweet hole.  Over on your back now baby girl, it's time for you
to get plowed for real."  Bryan maneuvered Cal's legs until the muscle
bottom was on his back, legs pushed up and spread wide in a vee; the two of
them connected by Bryan's grip on his ankles and the glorious fat shaft
impaling him.  "There we go.  Now feed him some dick man."

Cal's eyes had slid shut briefly as he reveled in the feel of getting
fucked from the new angle, but he opened them again as he sensed Matt
straddling his chest.  "You want some more of this baby girl?" the tall
jock asked, pushing his shaft down.  Bryan had been right: his head was
shiny with precum where it poked out of his foreskin.

Cal nodded.  Bryan was making everything hazy, but _this was something he
could definitely focus on.  "Yes Daddy..."

"You like your Daddy's dick?" Matt asked, pushing it closer.

"Oh yes, so much...uhhnnnnhhh..."  Bryan had picked his pace up and they
were both starting to shake--it wouldn't be long now.  "Please Daddy,
hurry!  Let me suck your cock!!  HurryOHGOD!"  The renewed battering of his
prostate was making him frantic, and the moment Matt's head touched his
lips Cal lunged up and took the head in his mouth, whining hungrily.  The
taste was heavenly, and he swirled his tongue eagerly around the glans,
scooping up all the precious fluid he could get.  He gripped Matt's ass
cheeks, pulling him deeper until the senior pitched forward to face fuck
him with his his forearms braced on the headboard.  Cal moaned hungrily as
he swallowed until Matt's balls were on his chin and his pubes tickling his
face, their musky scent filling Cal's nose.  Fill me up, he urged mentally.
Fill me up.  Fill me up.  The feel of two shafts spearing him at either end
was pure heaven; he would've been shouting again if Matt wasn't deep in his
throat.

Bryan roared and with a loud "FUCK!" began unloading.  Cal noticed, but it
seemed like it was happening far away: the deliriously addictive feel of
the two daddies' shafts filling him up occupied all of his attention.  He
squirmed and sucked, clamping his ass and lips tight around the two men as
he welcomed them deep inside.  He was their little slut and he loved every
fucking inch of it.  Bryan's final thrusts were hard enough to push him
across the mattress but he was used to it now, eager for the next movement,
and he practically sobbed in ecstasy.

When Bryan released his ankles, gasping in recovery, Cal immediately hooked
them around his sweaty torso to hold the redhead deep inside.  "Don't stop!
PLEASE DON'T STOP!!"  Matt's cock muffled his exact words, but the stocky
top got the drift and began gamely pounding away again, ramming his sweaty
body against Cal's to batter his prostate again and again.  His eyes rolled
back in his head and he hooked his ankles around Bryan's slick waist to
hold his position...he was so close now....

And then Bryan wrapped one calloused hand around his shaft and it was all
over.  With a squeal that Matt's cock couldn't muffle he exploded all over
them, jets of cum spraying everywhere.  His vision blurred and he lost his
lock on Matt's shaft as the fireworks radiating from his groin became his
world.  Each volley caused his asshole to clench, tightening his grip on
Bryan's shaft and increasing the friction against his guts, which milked
the next shot out that much harder.  He lost track of how many there were
before he finally regained some sense of himself and realized that the weak
groaning noises he heard were his own.  He could feel a healthy trickle of
cum running down his side: he'd shot one helluva a load, especially for
round number two that night.  That Coke can dick, he thought, fuckin'
slaps.  His legs relaxed as his orgasm faded and he unhooked his ankles
from Bryan's sweaty torso, utterly spent.  The heavy breathing he heard
told him Bryan was pretty well wiped out too.

As his brain started back up again he realized that Matt's dick was still
hard, and he couldn't taste more than a hint of precum.  From the way the
jock was playing with himself it looked like he was eager to shoot.  "Did
you nut?" he asked.

Matt looked down at him.  "Not yet.  Wanted to watch you get off."  He
rubbed his exposed glans against Cal's cheek.  "That was fuckin' hot."

Cal breathed his scent in deep.  "Come for me," he urged.  No way he could
get off again, but the thought of Matt jacking it while his balls were
practically on Cal's chin was still fucking hot.

"Do it man," Bryan urged, "show me what you got."

Matt looked over his shoulder.  "You wanna watch?"

"I wanna see you paint his face," Bryan said.

"Yeah?"

"Oh fuck yeah," Cal sighed.  "Do it, Daddy."  He remembered Anderson's face
with his and Matt's loads running down it, and knew that as spent as he was
his own expression was just as hungry.

"All right."  Matt pivoted to kneel at Cal's side, giving Bryan a clear
view as he began beating off in earnest.  "Here it comes baby girl."  His
head darkened in color and his smooth scrotum tightened up as he got close.

"Gimme that load," Cal urged, and tugged gently on Matt's ball sack in
encouragement.

"Fuck yeah," Matt panted, "play with your Daddy's nuts.  Fuck yeah..."  His
eyes narrowed to slits as he jacked off faster and faster.
"FfffuuuuuYEAH!"  His entire body jerked as he erupted, laying a track
across Cal's cheeks and into his mouth.  "Take it!  Take!  Daddy's!  Load!"
Four more globs--the last more of a dribble--burst free, Cal rubbing his
face against their source until he was glazed everywhere.  Maybe it was the
monster dick still lodged in his ass, or the aftershock of his own massive
orgasm, but the whole thing was insanely hot.  Easily as good as the hotel
room suckfest.

"Yes Daddy, yes," he sighed, "oh fuck yes..."  He squirmed happily as
Matt's jizz sank into his skin, relishing the feel of the warm wet shaft
sliding over his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his lips...and finally his
tongue as Matt pushed into his mouth so he could start swabbing around and
under his cock sock.  He closed his eyes in bliss, warm and desired and
protected.

"Fuck if that isn't one for the spank bank," Bryan muttered appreciatively.
"You two are fuckin' hot together."

"Mmhmm," Matt murmured, although Cal couldn't quite tell if it was in
agreement or because Cal was probing his sensitive piss slit.  The room was
quiet for the next few minutes except for the sound of Cal's slow sucking
and occasional breaths from Matt.  Bryan didn't say anything, but left his
dick parked comfortably up Cal's ass as he watched, slowly softening.  He
and Matt reached their decision to withdraw at nearly the same time, and
Cal made a soft grunt of disappointment as he was left empty.

A grin split Matt's flushed face.  "You look well and truly fucked out
dude," he said.

"Do I?" Cal asked lazily.  He couldn't suppress a returning grin; this was
a better rush than any set at the gym, and it'd left him just as wiped out.

Bryan laughed and playfully smeared some of Cal's cum across his torso.  "I
fucked something out of you for sure....  I told ya' Cal, you're born to be
a hot little muscle bottom--glad you're learning to enjoy yourself."

"Yes Daddy," Cal said; his husky tone was only half teasing.

Bryan tilted his head back and rolled his eyes.  "Fuck, you keep that up
you're gonna get another railing...but I gotta jet.  Mind if I use your
shower?"

"Takin' off?" Matt asked absently.  His warm gaze was on Cal rather than
their guest.

"Yeah, goin' out with some buds to Third Base to watch the game.  Always
some hot DILFs looking to try something new after a few beers."  He winked
and headed into the shower, the other two admiring his pale ass as he
entered the bathroom and turned on the water.

"Fuckin' man whore," Matt said in admiration, "him and that donkey dick."

"You seemed to like it."

"Yeah..."  Matt flopped down to lie facing Cal.  "It was something all
right.  But I'm gonna be fuckin' sore for a week.  I dunno how he thinks
he's gonna talk some straight dude into taking THAT up the ass."

"He said he likes getting fucked too," Cal said, "so maybe that.  Plus,
some guys probably like it."

Matt laughed.  "Sure as shit YOU liked it!  I thought you were gonna
levitate off the bed a couple times."

Cal felt his face heat up.  "Well, you guys really got me going."

Matt cocked an eyebrow.  "More than Jason and Cade?"

"Yeah!" Cal nodded without thinking.  "I mean, you know, Daddies..."  He
shook his head, remembering.  "Yeah..."  Just the memory got him
absent-mindedly tugging on his dick.

Matt smiled broadly and moved closer until they were nearly touching.  "It
was really hot."  He ran his fingers down Cal's side and idly cupped his
balls.  "_You were really hot."

Cal turned to face the tall jock.  Had anyone ever told him that before
Matt?  He didn't think so....  Huh.  "Thanks.  You too."  They held each
other's gaze quietly for a minute, both of them idly toying with Cal's
junk, until it was obvious that they should be making out a little.

They were doing that when Bryan returned from his shower seveal minutes
later to start picking his clothes off the floor.  "Awww....look at you
guys, all posted up.  Adorable!" he teased.  Cal's automatic defensiveness
must've shown on his face because the redhead's tone softened a bit.  "For
reals man, chill.  You guys are cute."  He pulled on his briefs.  "He
thinks so anyway."  He jerked his head towards Matt as he hopped into his
jeans, drawing attention to the tall frat boy's obvious stiffy.

"Yep," Matt agreed.  "Can't complain."  He wrapped his hand around Cal's
shaft and began slowly stroking, making Cal shiver.

"Me either," Cal agreed, and mirrored Matt's grip and motion.  The foreskin
slid easily under his fingers, and when he rubbed his thumb across the head
he could feel a drop of moisture; Matt sucked in his breath and his eyes
widened briefly from the stimulation.  They kept it up, breathing more and
more deeply as they got into it.  Fuck if he's not gonna make me nut again
tonight, Cal thought in wonder.  The thought of it turned him on even more,
and he sucked in his breath.  "Make me come for you Daddy," he whispered
hoarsely.

"Yes baby," Matt whispered back, "stroke your Daddy's cock...yes fuck, like
that...show me how much you love it...aahhhhh yeah...."  He was leaking
freely now, and Cal's thumb moved easily over his slick glans.

"Fuck, no way I'm walking out on this," Bryan muttered.  Kicking his jeans
back off he hopped up to kneel at the foot of the bed, pushing his
underwear's elastic under his balls so his monstrous dick was sticking
straight out.  "You two should be in a fuckin' porno."  He spit thickly on
his palm and started stroking.

"You want Daddy Bryan's cum all over you baby?" Matt whispered.

Cal's cock throbbed.  "Both of you," he whimpered.  The tingle down the
length of his shaft told him he was leaking heavily--as if the slick feel
of Matt's palm wasn't enough of a clue.

"Make me come baby," Matt panted, "make your Daddy come...yessss..."

"Fuck yes," Bryan hissed in agreement.  "Jack him."

"Jack me," Matt echoed.  His voice was strained and he'd begun pumping his
hips into Cal's strokes.  "Mmhmm...."  He bit his lower lip and his eyelids
fluttered; Cal could feel his shaft throb.  When he peeled back the
foreskin the last bit and began polishing Matt's helmet ridge the
dark-haired jock twitched and let out a sound that was somewhere between a
grunt and a whimper.  "Don't stop baby," he whispered hoarsely.  "Almost
there..."

Matt's palm twisted over Cal's swollen head in turn, making him groan.
"Daddyyyy..."  He threw one leg over Matt's, spreading his legs as Matt
pushed his shaft down to stroke him from a different angle.

"That's it boys," Bryan encouraged.  "Fuck yeah..."  He was stroking
furiously now, his cock a deep red to match his fiery bush, and Cal thought
he could smell it's distinctive scent.  Or maybe it was all of them: he and
Matt were slick in each other's grip, leaking more with every stroke.

Cal moaned and his eyes slid shut as he felt the tingle in his balls that
said he was going to come soon, but it was Matt who was the first to pop.
Cal could feel the cum rising through his shaft at the same time as the
frat boy let out a strangled cry, and then warm goo was flooding his palm.
"Fu--uh--UH!" Matt stuttered as he bucked uncontrollably, "oh ffffuuuck..."
Cal resisted the urge to bury his face in Matt's crotch so he could suck
him the rest of the way: he was too close to coming himself, and anyway he
could enjoy Matt's load later.

A few shudders later and Matt finally relaxed.  His dark eyes slid back
open and he grinned at Cal.  "Look what you made Daddy do baby girl: I came
all over myself."  He resumed where he'd left off before his orgasm
distracted him.  "Such a slut."  His warm gaze locked onto Cal and he
smiled as he saw the effect his stroking was having.  "You wanna taste
Daddy's cum don't you?"

"Yes," Cal sighed.  Fuck, Matt knew him so well by now--the senior could
push every button he had.  Sir had trained the two of them well, no
question of that.

"Well?"  Matt cocked an eyebrow at him.  "Show me."  Cal didn't say a word,
he just held Matt's gaze as he brought his hand to his mouth and slid two
cum-slick fingers into his mouth.  "Oh yeah," Matt whispered approvingly.
He began tugging Cal's pole faster, making the muscle jock groan even as he
pushed his fingers all the way into his mouth.  Matt's distinctive taste
coated his tongue and he squirmed as his balls began to pull up.

"Jesus Christ," he heard Bryan pant, and seconds later he felt warm liquid
striping his torso.

The thought of another load painting his body was the last push he needed,
and with a soft cry he began to spurt into Matt's hand.  There wasn't a lot
there but he was too busy coming to care.  "Oooohhh..."

"Oh yeah, that did it for him," Bryan observed.  The redhead was eyeing him
hungrily, still stroking his slab of a dick as he watched Cal nut.  A final
glob of jizz dripped off his hand onto Cal's thigh, and he grunted with the
release.  "Fuckin' whore," he said in admiration.

Cal was too wrung out to to respond, but he did slide his palm along his
body, smearing the delivery man's cum over himself as Matt coaxed the final
drops from his nuts.  Finally when it was over he rolled onto his back,
breathing heavily as he slowly returned to himself.  "Holy fuck," he said
weakly, "three times..."

Bryan chuckled and twitched his eyebrows up.  "Told ya you were meant to be
a muscle bottom baby girl.  You finally owned it, didn'tcha?"

"Uh huh."  Part of Cal wanted to argue the point, but it was hard to with
all the semen on and in him.  And the post-sex high was hard to argue with.

"Atta girl," Bryan nodded knowingly.  He wiped his dick off on Cal's shin,
then hopped back off the bed.  "Your cum rag still in here?" he asked,
reaching for Cal's bedside table drawer.

"Uh huh, I think."  Cal was too fucked-out to really focus, but he was
pretty sure he had one in there.

"Yep, there we go."  Bryan wiped off his dick, then his hands, before
tossing the washcloth on Cal's chest and tucking himself back into his
underwear.  "You wanna do this again, hit me up.  You too, 'Daddy Matt,'"
he added.  "Low key, that was some great fucking.  Happy to do a replay."
He bent over and pulled on his jeans.

"Thanks man," Matt said lazily, "might just do that."

"All right," Bryan said with a grin as he buttoned up.  "Just don't be late
for your shift Monday," he added sternly, pointing a finger at Matt.

"Yes sir," Matt flipped him a lazy salute, and with that the red head
turned and left the bedroom.  A minute later they heard the front door
close.

"You serious about doing that again?" Cal asked curiously.

"Maybe," Matt shrugged.  "Probably.  If you want to.  I mean, watching him
fuck you was..." he rolled onto his back and let out a deep breath, "...it
was sick as fuck.  Lifetime spank bank material."

"You didn't seem to mind him up your ass either," Cal noted.

"It was something," Matt admitted, "not sure I could do it too often
though.  Plus--" he rolled back over so his face was over Cal's "--you are
so fucking hot when you get a dick up your ass."  Cal blushed: even if it
was true he wasn't 100% committed to admitting it when he wasn't in the
moment.  But then Matt's lips were on his and his protest never made it
out.

After a few minutes of some solid kissing Matt rolled back off of him and
onto his back.  "So, should we get cleaned up or what?" he asked.

Cal rolled over and draped an arm across his torso, resting his head on
Matt's warm chest.  "In a bit," he said, "I'm good."  And he was.