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When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find myself alone in my bed.  Chad had disappeared and had taken his stuff with him.

Shit, I thought.  At first, I wondered if that night had been a dream.  Then I realized it was real, although I hated the thought of Chad sneaking out.  Finally, I looked at my phone, and I saw he’d left me a text.

That was awesome dude, it read.  See you on Friday.

I practically felt my heart skip a beat.  I wanted to text him right back, but then I wondered if I should.  Finally, I sent him a quick acknowledgment— Cool man, see you then— but otherwise, I acted like nothing had happened.

I tried to mind my own business that day, but I couldn't stop thinking about what we’d just done.  I probably couldn't have concentrated regardless, because my classes that morning were boring as shit.  I spent my econ theory class wondering about all the guys around me.

Have they ever fucked other dudes? I kept thinking.  We were in one of those big lecture halls, so I figured there had to be at least a hundred guys around me.  With that big of a crowd, there had to be a few who had done it.  How well did they like it? was my next question, then, would they do it again?

I was at lunch when I noticed my skin still smelled of conditioner.  I suddenly realized I’d never really cleaned myself off.  I wanted to take a shower, but I was on the other side of campus, so I wouldn't get a chance to do it anytime soon.  I looked around and wondered if anyone around me could figure out my secret.  Part of me prayed that they couldn't, but another part of me loved the naughtiness of it all.

My afternoon classes were all Gen Ed courses, so I didn’t much care about the lectures.  I kept zoning out and secretly checking out the guys.  I felt my boner pressing up against my desk, but I positioned myself so no one else could see it.

By and by I realized I’d been ignoring the girls.  What the fuck? I thought.  There seemed to be a smorgasbord of hot girls around me, with big tits, round asses, and anything else a horny guy could ask for.  But somehow they didn't do it for me, at least not at that moment.

That night, when I got back to my dorm, I tried especially hard to catch Chad in the shower.  He’d always seemed to show up around nine o’clock, so I got there a few minutes early, and I tried to act casual.

I took my time shaving.  I not only shaved my stubble, but I trimmed my eyebrows, and I even made sure my hairline was even.  I was tempted to trim my pubes and my ass, but I didn't really know what I was doing down there.  I did make sure all my fingernails were clipped, and I even trimmed my toenails while I was at it.

As I did, I kept an eye on my mirror.  I could see the showers behind me, and a steady stream of guys kept coming into the room.  They seemed to come in all shapes and sizes, and some were better-looking than others.

I knew I had to keep moving, or else I’d seem weird.  I turned toward the showers and started taking off my clothes.  I felt even more naked than usual, knowing my chest was in full view, and knowing it was still smeared with dried cum, though I doubted anyone could tell.  My ass was on full display too, and my cock and balls dangled beneath me for everyone to see.

Part of me felt like an exhibitionist, but another part felt like a voyeur.  Four other guys were standing there naked, all doing their own thing.  Another half-dozen guys were in various states of undress.  None of them cast an eye in my direction.

My crotch started to stir, but I knew I couldn't afford to get hard.  I closed my eyes and forced myself to think of something else.  Algebra was the driest subject I could think of, so I did some basic equations in my head.  I showered as fast as I could— I basically just washed my hair and cleaned off my crotch— then wrapped my towel around my waist and hurried back to my room.

Dammit, I thought, what a waste.  After all that anticipation, Chad hadn't even shown up.  I was tempted to call him, but I didn’t want to freak him out.  So I spent the rest of that night alone; I just jacked off to porn and counted the hours for Friday to come.

The Kap Eps always threw the biggest parties on the Row.  All the sororities were invited, so by the time I got there, the place was crawling with girls.  Most of our other frat brothers were there, but Chad was nowhere in sight.

I’d just sat down on the couch, nursing a cup of Two-Buck Chuck, when a blonde came stumbling over.  “I am so wasted,” she said.  Then she plopped down beside me.

“That didn’t take you long,” I said.

“So what’s your name?”

“Scott,” I said.  “You?”

“Kaylee,” she said.  She looked down at my arms.  “You must work out a lot.”

“I try,” I said.

“I think you’re hot.”

I blinked.  I’d never been hit on by a girl, and I didn’t know to react.  “Which house are you in?”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

I probably would’ve been into this if it had happened a few weeks earlier.  But at that moment, I couldn’t get my mind off Chad.  I felt like I’d waited so long to see him, and now I expected him to show up any minute.

A redhead walked over.  “Kaylee, your boyfriend’s outside.”

“Aw shit,” Kaylee said.  She shot me a drunken smile.  “I guess that means I’m busted!”  She pulled herself off the couch, leaned on her friend, and went stumbling away.

I looked over at Luke, who was standing by the door.  “Shit,” I said.  “Just my luck.”

Luke shrugged.  “The party’s just getting started,” he said.

I finished my drink and headed back to the kitchen.  The house was filling with people, but I hardly knew any of them, so I might as well have been alone.

I poured myself a shot, and I looked out at the patio.  The party was quite a bit wilder out there.  Girls were running around, throwing water balloons at each other, and screaming when the balloons hit their targets.  It looked like a wet t-shirt contest: a lot of the girls weren’t wearing bras, so their tits bounced around freely, and a lot of their nipples shone through their shirts.

“Humph,” came a voice.  I turned around and saw Ryan and Marcos behind me.

“Dude,” I said, “that doesn’t do anything for you?”

Marcos shrugged.  “Not for now,” he said.  “Maybe if the guys start running around—”

“When did you realize that?” I asked.  “I mean, about not liking girls?”

Ryan and Marcos looked at each other.  At first, I thought I’d gone too far, but they both seemed cool about it.  “Well,” Ryan said, “I always knew I was gay, what they call a gold star.  Although I got a lot of shit for it growing up.”

“Gold star?”

“I’m a hundred percent gay.  I’ve never been with a girl.”

“Oh,” I said.  I was learning new lingo all the time.

“Me, I always assumed I was straight,” Marcos said.  “I dated girls in high school, but then I slept with the team quarterback... and that’s how I knew.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” he said.  “They say your first time is supposed to be awkward, but for me, it wasn’t.  I loved it so much I never went back.”

I nodded.  I wasn’t sure what to think about that.  As far as I was concerned, Chad and I were just hooking up.  After all, hookups happened all the time on campus, so they weren’t exactly a big deal.  At the same time, I was feeling kind of anxious, and I was annoyed that Chad still wasn’t there.

Chad finally showed up around ten.  By then, the party was hitting its stride.  Practically everyone was drunk, and the first few couples had already fucked in the basement.

“Where the hell have you been?” were the first words out of my mouth.  “There’s no way your lab could’ve taken that long—”

“Dude,” he said, “I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?”

“You really want to know?”

“You said you were going to be here, so I don’t know what took you so long—”

“Check this out,” he said.  He reached into his backpack and pulled out a piece of paper.

I didn’t know what to make of it at first.  The paper was full of letters and numbers, and I couldn’t tell what they meant.  But then I saw a notation that said HIV NEG.

“I got tested,” he said.  “It’s a clean bill of health.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond.  “Congratulations,” was all I could say.

Chad opened his backpack for me to see inside.  “Then I had to run a few errands,” he said.  He pointed to a bottle of lube.  “Now that I can tap that ass of yours guilt-free—”

“Sh!” I hissed.  “What’s the matter with you?  Not when people can hear—”

“Dude, no one can hear us.”

“You never know.”

Chad rolled his eyes.  “If you say so,” he replied.  “In case you were wondering, I went all the way across town to get that.  Just to make sure nobody knew.”  He took a quick shot of whiskey, then grimaced and licked his lips.  “Do you want to get out of here?”

I’d been waiting for him to say that, but I didn’t want to let on.  “Yeah, we probably should,” I said as casually as I could manage.

With that, Chad and I snuck away from the party.  We both knew what was going to happen next.

As soon as we got back to my dorm room, and I closed the door behind us, Chad and I stopped pretending.  We didn’t bother with chit-chat, or even foreplay.  We just wanted to fuck.

We grappled with each other’s clothes, and we stripped them off as fast as we could.  Both of our dicks had turned into raging hardons.  I laid on my bed and put my legs in the air.  Chad pulled the bottle from his backpack, lubed up my ass, and lathered up his cock.  Then, without further ado, he plowed his way inside me.

“Oh fuck!” I yelled as my ass cramped up, and pain shot through my body.  By then I had a better idea of what I was doing.  I’d read online that I could push my sphincter against him like I was taking a dump.  As soon as I did that, my ass eased up, and it started to feel really good.

“There you go,” Chad was saying.  “I’ve been wanting this ass all week—”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.  “Shut up and fuck me.”

Chad rammed into me, and I felt his balls slap against my cheeks.  I was starting to learn how much he loved dirty talk.  I wasn’t exactly experienced at it, but it came surprisingly easily.  I’d never been so randy; I hadn’t known it was possible to want dick so bad.

“Oh fuck,” I said.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Chad said.

“I want you to rip my ass open.”

“You want to be my bitch?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I gasped.  I knew the more I begged for him, the more he’d want to ravage me.

Chad leaned down and kissed me.  I savored the feeling of his lips against mine, but I especially relished his cock sliding in and out of my ass.  I loved the way he dominated me; I wanted him to have me, and I was bound and determined to give him the best sex he’d ever had.

I felt Chad’s dick against my prostate, and a new wave of pleasure rolled across my body.  I couldn’t help but gasp.  Chad evidently picked up on what had happened, and he positioned himself to hit my prostate again.  Then he started drilling me faster and faster.  I’d never felt a sensation like that, and I couldn’t believe how awesome it was.

“You’ve got the best fucking ass,” he said.

“You’ve got the best fucking cock,” I replied.  “Give it to me.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” he asked.  He took one of my feet in his mouth, and he started sucking my toes.  I was amazed at how erotic it felt.  My whole body seemed to tingle.

I knew how much Chad loved ass play, so I leaned up, reached behind him, and ran my hand down his crack.  As I fingered his boyhole, I felt his cock respond inside me.  He was obviously loving it.  Within a few seconds, his whole body seemed primed to erupt.

“Oh shit,” he said, “I’m about to cum in your ass.”

“Do it,” I said.  “Don’t you dare take it out till you’re done.”

Chad clenched his teeth but grinned.  “You want my fucking cum?”

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said.  “I need it inside me.”

Chad let out a yelp, and I felt his ring clamp down on my finger, just as his dick unloaded in my ass.  I felt shot after shot fill me up.  It was so fucking warm, and I hadn’t expected how much I’d love his gooey goodness inside me.  I leaned upward, kissed him again, and wrapped my legs around his body.

Chad hit my prostate again, and at that point, my whole body felt ecstatic.  I could barely control my muscles.  My mouth dropped open, and I groaned and gasped in quick succession.  My dick shuddered, and before I could do anything, my cum came gushing out.  It splattered all over my stomach and my abs.  This orgasm was more powerful than anything I’d felt before, even though I hadn’t touched myself at all.

Chad kept pumping till my cock was dry; then he stopped to catch his breath.  “Damn,” he said.  “You take it as well as you give it.”

“So do you,” I replied.

Chad grinned again, then pulled out of my ass.  I suddenly felt empty without his cock inside me.  I just watched as he sat down on the bed.

“Chad,” I finally said, “is it true what you mentioned?  I-I mean, about wanting this all week?”

“Well shit, don’t over-think this stuff,” he said.  “We’re not girls, after all.”

“I know, I just....” I paused for a second, then cleared my throat.  “Well, I’d been wanting it too.”

“Then why didn’t you say so?  You’ve got my number.”

My heart jumped into my throat.  “You mean I can call you whenever?”

“Now don’t be weird about it,” he said.  “But yeah: if you want a booty call or whatever, let me know.  You better believe I won’t turn this shit down.”

I nodded.  “Okay,” I replied.

As it turned out, that night was just a preview of coming attractions.  By the following Monday, Chad and I were fucking on a regular basis.  We texted each other all the time; we didn’t want anyone to know what we were doing, so we tried to be cryptic, but we both knew what we were really after.  Before long, we got used to each others’ class schedules, so we pretty much knew when we’d be free.

Whenever Chad came over, we usually started with a sixty-nine.  He and I were the same height, so our anatomy lined up perfectly.  I loved sucking his cock, and I especially loved doing it while Chad was sucking mine.

Sometimes we blew each other to completion, and other times we jacked off.  But most of the time, we ended up doing anal.  We ravaged each other in every position we could think of: doggy style, side-by-side, butterfly, jockey, pyramid, and every way in between.  A lot of the time we flip-fucked so we could both plow each other’s asses in whatever order we wanted.

Along the way, we learned a hell of a lot about man-on-man action.  We got to know the importance of cleaning out our holes, both before and after sex, to keep from making a mess.  The more we fucked, and the more lube we used, the more our bodies got used to it.  Our asses stopped cramping up, so we could take each others’ dicks without flinching.

We never talked about being exclusive, but I never wanted to fuck anyone else.  I did find myself checking out some of the other man-candy on campus.  But I just wanted to look, never touch.  As far as I was concerned, I was banging the hottest specimen of all— and the more I did it, the more I craved his ass.  By the end of that month, I was practically addicted.

We knew our little arrangement wouldn’t last forever.  Among other things, we had to plan for fall semester.  Chad decided to move to the frat house, and I was tempted to join him, but I decided against it.  The way I saw it, if we were around our frat brothers that much, we wouldn’t have enough privacy to properly hook up— at least not outside of the basement.

I eventually signed up for off-campus housing.  The place I picked wasn’t fancy, at least not by normal standards.  But it did have its own bathroom, kitchen, and entrance to the outside.  That by itself seemed luxurious to me, since it meant no more communal showers or toilets; and Chad could come and go without anyone knowing.  I got hard just thinking of what we could do there: I could cook him a naked dinner, or we could fuck in the shower, or he could spend the night whenever he wanted.

Still, all of that was at least three months away.  In the meantime, I knew I’d have to deal with my family all summer, so I made sure to enjoy my last few weeks in my dorm room.

I was watching more porn than I ever had, but I’d basically stopped watching the straight stuff.  Before I’d met Chad, I’d watched girls getting fucked all the time.  The closest thing to gay stuff I’d watched was lesbian porn, along with orgies involving both guys and girls.  Now all of that had been turned on its head.  I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d jacked off to tits or pussies or anything like that.  Instead, I found myself watching euro guys, muscle men, and what they called gay-for-pay.

I found the original scene I’d watched when I first dreamt about Chad.  The stars of that video were named Logan and Nate, and I started watching more and more videos with them.  Then I started following other porn stars I liked.

I’d never watched porn with anyone else, but I thought it’d be hot to watch it with Chad.  I kept wanting to ask him about it, but I kept chickening out.  I don’t know what my hangup was— maybe because porn was so private, and part of me still thought it was shameful— but it took me till finals to actually broach it with him.

Chad’s answer surprised me.  “Fuck yeah,” he said.  “Who the hell doesn’t like porn?”

“What kind do you like?” I asked.  As soon as I said it, I worried how he’d respond; I didn’t want him to like anything with a girl.

Chad just shrugged.  “Whatever’s hot,” he said.  “I mean, I kinda like Flynn Taylor.”

I was pretty relieved to hear that.  I’d never watched Flynn Taylor’s stuff, but I’d heard about him since he’d been on some of the websites I’d found.  He was gay, and apparently, he’d been in a scandal a few years before.  The way I understood it, he’d gotten arrested for fucking someone in an airport bathroom, and it had turned into a big to-do because his own dad had been the mayor.  By now, though, he seemed to have put it behind him.  If anything, his past had made him that much hotter, at least in my mind.

I did a little searching and found his first-ever scene.  It had come from one of those amateur studios, and it had made its way to the tube sites.  The thumbnails made Flynn look awfully young: he was basically a twink, with a couple of days’ worth of stubble, and his hair was rumpled as if he’d just rolled out of bed.

I was tempted to watch the video right then and there, but I waited till Chad came over.  By that point, my heart was practically pounding with anticipation.  Chad and I dropped our drawers, took our positions in front of the computer, and made ourselves comfortable.

“You ready for this?” I finally asked.

Chad’s dick was already hard.  “Shut up and hit play,” he replied.

I didn’t need to be told twice.  I hit the play button, sat back next to Chad, and put my hand on my cock.

The video started with the usual logos and disclaimers.  Then it faded into a close-up of Flynn, fully clothed but still breathtakingly hot.

“Hey,” came a voice from off-camera.  “So I’ve brought my boy Flynn... what are you gonna be doing today?”

Flynn gave an awkward smile.  “Whatever you want,” he replied.  “I hear you want to watch me jack off?”

“Boy, you cut to the chase!” said the voice, apparently the cameraman.

I looked over at Chad, and I tried to gauge what he was thinking.  He seemed to be eating it up.  I figured it was a good thing if we had similar tastes in porn.

“Are you going to tell us about yourself?” the cameraman was saying.

“Sure,” Flynn said.  “What do you want to know?”

“I hear this is your first porno,” the cameraman said.  “Have you ever done anything with a guy?”

Flynn shook his head.  “No,” he said, “but I’ve been thinking about it....”

“What have you been thinking about?” the cameraman asked.

“Well,” he said, “there’s this guy at my school... he just makes me so hot....”

“Tell me about him,” the cameraman said.

Flynn licked his lips, then started rubbing his crotch through his pants.  “His name is Vince....”

“Have you talked to him at all?”

“No,” he said.  “I’m kinda scared to.”

“What are you scared of?”

Flynn made another nervous smile.  “He’s just so fucking sexy,” he said.  “I mean, he’s got a bulge like you wouldn’t believe, and his ass....”

“What do want to do with him?”

“Probably let him fuck me,” Flynn said.

I looked back at Chad.  His eyes were still fixed on the screen.  I stroked my cock for a second, but then Chad turned to me.

“Be careful dude,” he said.  “Don’t get off too quick.  Just try edging or something.  I want this to last.”

“Okay,” I said.  I’d never tried edging before, but I’d heard it made for incredible orgasms.

I turned back to the screen just in time to see Flynn take his clothes off.  His shirt came off first, and he tossed it to the side.  Then he bent over and pulled down his pants.  He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock was already semi-hard.

“Turn around,” the cameraman said.

Flynn turned his back to the camera.  His ass was perfectly formed.  His skin was as smooth as a baby’s, although his muscles were also well-toned.

“Oh yeah,” the cameraman said.  “You want Vince to take that ass?”

Flynn looked over his shoulder.  “Yeah,” he said.

“Bend over.  Let me get a better look.”

Flynn got down on all fours, and the camera zoomed in on his mancunt.  It was just as tight as I’d imagined, and it seemed to twitch whenever he moved.

“Oh yeah,” the cameraman said.  “That’s an incredible ass.”

Flynn’s hands came into view, and he started fingering himself.  At first, his pucker was so tight he could only get one finger in.  But then he started to loosen up.

“How about you lie down,” the cameraman said, “and show me what you do when you’re thinking about Vince?”

Flynn rolled over.  By now his dick was rock hard, and it seemed to be yearning for action.  Flynn laid back, closed his eyes, and started stroking himself.

Both Chad and I were stroking too, but we made sure to go slow.  The part that really turned me on was hearing Flynn lusting after that guy.  I could relate to that shit, because I’d felt the same way when I’d first laid eyes on Chad.  Now here I was, just a few months later, watching gay porn beside him.

I reached over to Chad.  I played with his cock with one hand, and I played with my own with the other.  “You like this?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he said.  “I’m gonna miss this shit this summer.”

“You can always watch more porn.”

“Yeah, but won’t be the same....”

I took off my shirt— which was the only thing I was still wearing— and then I pulled off Chad’s.  After that, I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock.  I was tempted to go down on him all the way, but in the interest of taking it slow, I held off.

This was a lot more erotic than what I was used to, and I was starting to love it.  A little bit of pre-cum had already oozed out, so I lapped it right up.  I flicked my tongue along the underside of his shaft, then ran it in circles along the base of his head.  Along the way, I tickled his frenulum, and I heard him let out a loud sigh.

After that, I moved down to his ballsack.  I sucked on his left nut for a minute, then let it pop out of my mouth, before moving on to his right.

“Oh shit,” he gasped, “that feels so good....”

I was tempted to jack him off, and I could tell he was resisting the urge to touch himself; but I remembered what he’d said.  It was weird to think this would be our last hookup for months, and definitely our last in my dorm room.  I was determined to make it something he’d remember.

By this point, the guy onscreen was downright bashing his bishop.  He was on his back with his legs open, so his taint was smack-dab in the middle of the screen, and his balls bounced around as his hand flew up and down his shaft.  He was also playing with his nipples, swinging his head from side to side, and letting out groans.

My hormones were raging so hard that I couldn’t resist anymore.  I took Chad’s dick in my mouth and started sucking away.

By now, I’d done this enough times that I knew how his body would respond.  His hips started grinding against the bed, just as I’d expected.  I smelled the familiar yet intoxicating scent of his pubes, and I felt his cockhead hit the back of my throat.  I fondled his balls with one hand as I touched myself with the other.

“Dude,” he said, “I’m getting close.”

As much as I wanted him to bust, I forced myself to stop.  I kissed his dick, then made my way up his treasure trail and across his chest.  I circled my tongue around his right nipple, then gave it a quick suck; then I did the same thing to his left.  Finally, I went up his neck, reached his mouth, and started making out with him.

It was the hottest kiss I’d ever had.  I was so fucking horny, and I could tell he was too, so we both went at it like we had nothing to lose.  Chad wrapped his arms around me, and I did the same to him, and we both pulled each other closer.

When we finally broke our kiss, onscreen Flynn had gotten onto his knees.  He leaned forward and stared into the camera as he beat himself off.  His face was going into contortions as if he was right about to cum.  I was a little jealous that he got to wank while I couldn’t, but I loved watching him anyway.

Finally, Flynn yelled, “Oh shit!” and a bunch of white globs splattered in all directions.  He kept going for a few seconds longer; then he took a deep breath and collapsed on his bed.

The cameraman let him lie there for a minute before he finally spoke up.  “That was hot,” he said.  “Is that what you want to do with Vince’s dick in your ass?”

Flynn laughed.  “I’d want to do more than that!”

“Maybe next time then, right?”

Flynn gave off a mischievous grin.  “If you want me to,” he said.

I looked over at Chad.  His eyebrows went up, and he let off a chuckle.  “Damn,” he said, “that was hot.”

“There’s a helluva lot more where that came from,” I said.

“Put on the one where he has sex with this Vince.”

“Okay,” I said as I went to my computer and scrolled through the options.  I found the scene Chad was looking for, then turned it on and sat down on his lap.

Chad’s cock was positioned just perfectly in my crack.  I was tempted to slide it inside me, but I hadn’t lubed up, and I wanted to keep the tease going.  So I just leaned back, and I let him hold me as we watched the video together.

Vince, as they called him, had sandy-blond hair and a scraggly goatee.  He was a little thinner than Flynn, but he was also more muscular.  He sauntered into view like he owned the place, and he sat down on a couch.

The cameraman was the first one to talk.  “So you know Flynn?” he asked.

“Uh-huh.”

“You guys go to school together?”

“Yeah...”

“Does he turn you on?”

Vince laughed and shrugged.  “I mean, he’s definitely cute.”

“What would you say if you could fuck him?”

Vince didn’t seem to know how to answer.  “Well, I guess that’s cool, I mean—”

“So, you like boys?” the cameraman asked.  “I probably should’ve started with that.”

I scoffed at the screen and turned back to Chad.  “This is kind of bullshit,” I said.

“It always is,” he replied.  “You want to fast-forward to the good stuff?”

I nodded, got up, and scrolled through the video.  I was tempted to stop when Flynn came on camera, but Chad motioned for me to keep going.  Flynn and Vince started making out, then sucking each other.  Then, at long last, they seemed ready to fuck.

“All right,” Chad said, “now hit play.”

I did, just as Vince straddled his admirer.  Flynn looked like he was dying for Vince’s dick.  Vince rubbed himself against Flynn’s ass, teased his hole for a minute, then slid his way inside.

Chad licked his lips as he watched.  “Hell yeah,” he mumbled.

“Do you want to fuck too?” I asked.

“Not yet,” he said.  “Show me your ass.”

I was still standing up, so I just turned and stuck my butt in his face.  Chad put his hands on my cheeks.  “Oh yeah,” he said.  Then he dove in face-first.

“Oh God,” I said as I felt his tongue on my mancunt.  I bent over to give him better access, and he put his whole mouth on my crack.  I loved the feeling of his lips against my skin, and waves of pleasure rippled through my body.  I could tell my dick was oozing pre-cum, and I wanted to jack off so bad.  But every time my hand got near my cock, Chad pushed it away.

I couldn’t reciprocate in that position, so I just watched the other guys fucking onscreen.  Flynn was obviously loving it: his eyes were closed, and his mouth hung open, as Vince rammed into him.  Flynn’s legs were flailing on either side, and his hands were gripping the bed beneath him.  I was downright feasting my eyes on those dudes going at it.

Chad was still kissing my rose, which damn near drove me wild.  I felt his nose run up and down my asscrack, and I felt his hands teasing my balls.  My cock was ready to explode, but Chad made sure not to touch it.  He ran his tongue along the crease at the base of my ass, then lifted his head.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Oh fuck yeah,” I said.

“Good,” he said.  “Now it’s your turn.”  He turned his back to me, got down on all fours, and stuck his ass up.

My mouth watered at the sight of his cakes.  His anatomy was so gorgeous that I could never take my eyes off it, no matter how many times I’d seen it.  His muscles were so taut, especially in that position.  His butt cleavage was so fucking inviting, and I couldn’t wait to taste the cinnamon-colored treat in the middle.

I bent down, inhaled the smell of his skin, and licked one of his hamstrings.  Then I made my way up his leg and started feasting on him.

His hole was just as delicious as I’d expected.  I couldn’t see anything with my face buried in his ass, but it hardly seemed to matter.  I knew every square inch of that body, and I knew just what to do with it.  I’d learned not to let my teeth touch his skin, so I did all the work with my tongue and my lips.  I felt like I was making out with him, just on the other end.

Chad groaned and pressed himself back against me.  I marveled at his cock and balls hanging underneath.  I was tempted to trombone him, but I forced myself not to.  Instead, I smacked his cheeks, and I felt his body shudder in response.  I sucked on his pucker, almost like I was giving him a hickey.  Slowly but surely, his sphincter loosened up.

Chad was breathing heavily, and he rode my tongue as if his life depended on it.  “Oh shit,” he said.  “You’re so fucking good at that....”

I lifted my head up.  “So are you,” I said.

“Shut up and keep eating me.”

I dove back down and lapped at his hole.  He let out another moan, and he swiveled his hips around.  I sat still and let his ass caress my face.  I could feel every pore of his skin, and every little hair, and I was hungry for more.

The guys onscreen were getting ready to bust.  Vince was fucking Flynn lap dance style.  Flynn’s dick was flying around freely, till he grabbed himself and started pounding his pud.  The camera zoomed in on Vince sliding in and out of his butt.  Finally Flynn threw his head back, let out a cry, and sent his jizz flying across the room.  Then Vince pulled out of him and started jacking himself off.  Flynn positioned himself under Vince’s dick, and a second later, Vince shot his load right on Flynn’s face.

“I’m so fucking close,” Chad said.

I pulled away from his ass.  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Not yet,” he said.  “I want to keep it going longer.  Find something else we can watch.”

I turned back to my computer and scrolled through the other scenes.  There were a helluva lot of videos out there.  Even just looking at the thumbnails, we could see Vince having sex with any number of guys.  Sometimes he was outdoors, sometimes he was in a pool, sometimes he was in a bedroom.  The dude obviously got around.

I clicked on a random video and laid back on my bed.  Chad leaned against me, and I put my arms around him.  We just watched the video and waited for some of our hormones to subside.

“So,” he said, “about this summer... are you gonna be free at all?”

I shrugged.  “Well, my dad is making me work—”

“Y-you know, if you wanted to come to San Diego, we could hang out or something—”

“Hang out?”

Chad grinned.  “I said ‘or something,’ didn’t I?”

I forced a smile.  It sounded like an awesome idea, but I wasn’t sure how I could do it.  For one thing, I knew I couldn’t pay for the plane ticket.  I was tempted to ask my parents for help, but I wasn’t sure how.  I’d have to make up some kind of a story; I could never tell them I was going for a booty call, much less with a guy.  “Well,” I finally said, “it’d be awesome if we could pull it off... it’s just....”

“You don’t need to make a big deal about it.  Just say you’re going to hang with a frat buddy or something.  It wouldn’t be a lie.”

“You make it sound so easy,” I said.  I didn’t want to tell him I was dreading the summer.  I’d gotten so used to having him around, and I didn’t know what I’d do without him for three months.  I pulled him closer to me, and I kissed the top of his head.  Chad rolled over, laid his head down on me, and put his hand on my chest.

We watched a couple more videos without saying a word.  I wanted to lie there forever.  Eventually, Chad reached over, pulled our lube bottle from my drawer, and lathered his ass up.

“I thought you wanted to edge,” I said.

“I do,” he said.  “But I can’t wait anymore.  We can still edge when we fuck.”  He sat on my lap, took my dick in his hands, and slid it up his ass.

I started doing him lotus style.  This was one of my favorite positions: his whole body was up against mine, so we could make out while we fucked.  Chad seemed as hungry for it as I was.  Our tongues practically wrapped around each other, and I felt his breath against my skin.  Neither of us were really watching the porn anymore.  We so into each other that we weren’t paying attention to anything else.

By then, Chad had taken my dick enough times that he was a fucking expert.  His fuckring had gotten perfectly conditioned: it was tight enough to feel awesome, yet it managed to take me right in.  Chad’s skills had sharpened too, so he positioned himself just right for maximum pleasure.

I broke our kiss and whispered into his ear.  “You feel so good,” I said.

“You do too,” he said.  “Shit, I’ve been needing this all day.”

“Tell me how much you’ve been craving this cock.”

“Fuck you,” he said, then he threw his head back.  “Keep doing that shit.”

I plowed him for a few more minutes, but then I started getting close, so we had to pause.  I kept my hard dick inside him while we waited.  Then, once I knew I was safe, I started pumping again.  I kept at it till Chad got close and I had to stop again.

The cycle repeated itself over the next hour or so.  Along the way, we defiled practically every place in the room.  We did it on both of the beds, the floor, the dresser, and everywhere else.

Eventually, Chad and I flipped, and I started riding his cock.  I ground my ass against him so his dick slid in and out of my mancunt.  It felt so good to have him inside me.  My body felt like it was made for him, and vice versa.

Before I’d met Chad, I never could’ve imagined how much I’d enjoy getting it up the ass.  This wasn’t just primal fucking; it was actually kind of the opposite, because it was one of the most life-affirming experiences I’d had.

By now, there was no denying I was into Chad, and not just in a sexual way.  I did love his cock and balls of course, and his ass for that matter.  But I also loved his deep sexy voice and broad shoulders.  I couldn’t get enough of his eyes, or the way his wavy brown hair hung partway over his forehead.  I dug the scratchiness of his stubble, and the feeling of his lips fitting perfectly over mine.  Most of all, I loved how I felt around him: Chad seemed to get me, and he always let me be myself.  I felt like we were right at home whenever we were together.

“Dude,” he said, “do you want to finally get off?”

I’d been waiting to hear that, and I nodded as I bounced up and down.  “You go first,” I said.  “I want to feel your cum inside me.”

Chad leaned up and kissed me.  “Then lie down,” he said.  “I’m going to drill you as deep as you can take it.”

I complied without saying a word.  I got on my back and spread my legs, and without further ado, Chad started fucking me missionary.

“Fucking kiss me,” he said.

I leaned up and started making out with him.  I loved feeling him in both ends of my body.  I wrapped my arms and legs around him, and I pulled him in as tightly as I could.

“Oh shit,” he said.  “Aw fuck....!”

Before I could react, I felt him blow his load inside me.  I felt spurt after spurt, and his dick suddenly felt like it was covered in lube.  By now I knew the face he made when he came, but his expression this time was more intense than ever.

I knew I was about to bust, but I could tell how much he was enjoying himself, so I waited till his body stopped spasming.  Then I reached for my cock and started jacking myself off.  I could already tell my orgasm would be as intense as I’d hoped for.  “Oh God yeah,” I said, “I love getting fucked by your dick—”

“I—”

“Yeah,” I said.  “I’m so fucking gay for you, baby.”

Chad stopped pumping, but it was too late.  My hand clamped down on my cock, and practically all my muscles tensed up.

“Oh shit!” I gasped as I shot my load all over myself.  My body felt so ecstatic that I nearly lost all control.  My cum blew across my chest in one rope after another.  I barely managed to keep from screaming with pleasure.

“What did you just say?”

I tried to catch my breath, but I could already feel my face already turning red.  I knew I’d spoken in the heat of the moment, and I knew I was going to regret it.  “W-well,” I said, “I dunno, I mean I think I might be bi—”

“W-what?”  Chad pulled his dick out of me, and I saw he was already going soft.

I worried that I’d said the wrong thing.  “What’s wrong?”

Chad put his hand on his forehead.  “Look,” he said, “I told you I’m not gay.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.  “You like dick as much as I do—”

“Oh fuck you—”

“I did,” I said, “and that’s how I know.”

Chad looked around for a second, then grabbed his undies off the floor.  “No,” he said, “you don’t know what you’re talking about.  You don’t know what I want—”

“Sounds like you don’t either.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I don’t see what your problem is—”

“I’m not a fucking fag, that’s my problem.  Do you know how many girls I’ve been with?”

I crossed my arms.  “When was the last one?” I asked.

“That’s none of your business,” he snapped.  He pulled up his pants and zipped up his fly.

“You and I have been fucking bareback,” I said.  “So yeah, it’s my business.”

“Fine,” he said.  “I haven’t hooked up with a girl since Rush Week.  Are you happy?”

I swallowed.  “Are you just saying that?”

“I’ve never lied to you once,” Chad said as he put on his shirt.

“Then what are you being so weird about?”

“Me?  Being weird?”

I threw up my hands.  “Oh for Christ’s sake,” I said.  “You obviously know your way around gay porn.  You’ve been banging a dude for months, and you haven’t been with a girl that whole time.  In fact, you fucking beg to get more dick up your ass.  You got yourself tested for HIV.  You bought lube.  You’ve been getting naked in front of other guys, and don’t tell me it was just because you had to, because we both know it’s not true.  And don’t get me started on how you’ve jacked off—”

“Scott, goddammit, I swear—”

“I mean, Jesus, what part of that doesn’t sound gay to you?”

Chad grabbed the doorknob.  “You need to shut the fuck up.”

I pressed my body against the door.  “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m going back to my room.  What’s the matter with that?”

I tried to block him from opening the door, but Chad was too strong.  He pulled the door open, stormed out, and let the door slam behind me.

I just stood there for a minute, still naked and covered in cum, and I tried to figure out what had just happened.  The porn had stopped playing, but I could still see thumbnails of other guys onscreen.  My bedsheets were all disheveled, with a bunch of wet spots scattered all over.

I was starting to feel lightheaded.  A drop of man milk dripped on my ankle; I couldn’t tell if it was Chad’s jizz or mine.  I slid down to the ground, laid there with my heart still pounding, and tried to figure out what to do next.

To be continued....