Colors

Blue

/bloo/

of a color intermediate between green and violet, as of the sky on a sunny day.

 Elliot Benjamin Matthews was a quiet child, one that could slip into a room, or out of it, with no one noticing. He played by himself most often, refusing the requests by his older brother to play war, or construction with their dump trucks or a game involving a ball. For Elliot, there were other things that captured his interest. Things he preferred to pursue on his own.

He was curious, always venturing off, and he was never more prone to do so than when he was at his grandparent’s farm. There was much to explore, areas he was forbidden to go, which enticed him even more. And his companion in these exploits was the old Bluetick hound of his grandfather’s. A big male by the name of Blue, who seemed as curious about the world as Elliot. Together they explored the small spring that cut across the back yard, or the old barn, pushing back spider webs as they ventured in areas no one had been in for years. And when they could get away with it, there was the pond at the back of the property, with turtles, snakes, crane, fish, dragonflies, water bugs and so many more creatures Elliot didn’t think he would be able to study all of them.

 And when these two companions felt energetic, playful, in need of exertion, they would go into the pasture and chase rabbits that Blue would flush out from the fence. His mother or father found him muddy, scratched and red in the face many times, once carrying a rabbit he had managed to capture. A scared rabbit that was mercifully released back in the pasture.

 Over time, this little boy, with his blonde hair and vivid blue eyes, who talked about Blue more than anyone else, gained the name for himself, a nickname, that he would begin to use more than his given name. By the time he was fourteen, the boy who grew up to be tall and lanky, all arms and legs, was known by his friends only as Blue.

 He developed few friends, but he was loyal to each one. They were explorers, boys who ventured into the woods, paddled down creeks, or snuck into ponds, constantly searching for something new. It was no surprise to his friends, he was brilliant, the top of their class, which did surprise those that didn’t know him well. This quiet boy who did weird things and played no sports, was their valedictorian.

In August, Blue climbed into his old Cherokee, with its cargo carrier and lifted suspension, and left for college. He wasn’t like the other boys who got them for off-roading. He got it for the places it would take him. Trails washed out and impassible for most. Hunting trails that went through bogs and wetlands. And gravel pits that snaked along the river. The back of the Cherokee was packed to the ceiling. There was the usual luggage and boxes with clothes and toiletries, but there was also a microscope, slides he had personally created, and books. And buried down in one suitcase, next to his journal there was a picture of an old Bluetick hound that had passed away when he was ten. For him, that Blue was the best companion a boy could want, and he cherished his nickname, one derived from that old dog.

 Red

/red/

of a color at the end of the spectrum next to orange and opposite violet, as of blood, fire and rubies.

 Connor Nolan Murphy, the youngest of four boys, all with their mother’s flaming red hair and brush of freckles across their cheeks. Connor was the unplanned child that arrived late into the family, his brothers being seven, nine and twelve years older. As a small child he struggled to keep up, running as fast as his little legs would carry him, or climbing over fences taller than he was. He was daring, afraid of nothing. Not heights, tight spaces, or the dark, not even when it was a new moon night. His brothers tried to scare him with snakes and would find them later in his room, in a box made up as a den or worse, loose, slithering around the room. He scared them far more often than they ever did him.

 Connor also like to rough house with the boys, wrestle till covered in sweat and dirt, sometimes ripping a shirt or a pair of pants. He liked the contact with them, the camaraderie of boys together. He found himself sitting among the older boys and their friends, listening to the tall tales with cuss words that made the boys feel more mature. He became their doppelganger, their double that appeared and disappeared at will.

 How the nickname came to be Connor’s and not one of his brothers, no one was sure, but by the time he was seven, he was Red to his brothers and before long, Red to everyone else. As he grew older, started school of his own, he developed friends his own age. Boys that looked for a fearless leader, that would dare them into exploits that got them grounded for weeks at a time. By the time Red was fifteen, he had a car, an old Mustang that his older brother gave him after purchasing his first new car. The car was old, the paint faded, but it was his. He drove it around the farm and when his father needed to run to the tractor dealership or the parts store, he’d let Red drive him since he had his learner’s permit. Many an afternoon found the two of them riding into town, windows down, his dad telling him what he needed to do for his future, while the old V-8 rumbled loudly through the firewall and floor.

 In August, after graduating high school, grades just good enough to get into college, he packed up a few things, tossed them into the backseat and pulled out with his parents standing in the drive watching. He looked forward to this newfound freedom. The anticipation of parties, and new friends, and the possibilities of life on campus.

Grey

/gra/

of color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or lead.

Price Greyson Nolan grew up on the south side of Atlanta to a mother who was a teacher and a father who was a mechanical contractor. Painfully shy and introverted, he had few friends and shadowed his older sister and her friends as a small kid. The friends he did have played video games or roamed the abandoned factory a few blocks away, pretending to be spies, or thieves, or soldiers looking for evil warlords hiding in the shadows. His two closest friends, Alex and Sam, were similar in nature, in the games they played and in the hobbies they developed. There were days in the library, sitting on the floor in the back of the stacks reading science fiction or graphic novels. They spent time at one home or another battling in video games on far away worlds. It was during these early years that his name shortened, became Grey, in lieu of Greyson. The formality of the full name lost to his friends, then his family.

At school, especially when they entered middle school, they became the freaks, wearing dark colors and makeup, anything to shock their classmates. They listened to old industrial music and skateboarded around the community. In the ninth grade, Grey found that his doodling in notebooks was becoming more serious. The detail of each drawing greater, more alive. The characters he created looked ready to step off the page. He began to read about artists, especially those with troubled souls, with their cutting off of an ear or suicides at far too young an age.

By the eleventh grade he was researching art programs in college, looking at how each one was geared for the students, and the career choices they afforded. He took every art class he could squeeze into his schedule and in the evenings of his senior year took classes at the library and at an artist studio complex, where he was the youngest in the circle sketching the posed nude models.

He experimented with color, but found himself returning to black and white drawings, with shades of grey. He considered his name, the color from blending black and white, this mix of all color and none to make something considered devoid of color, some tone between the purity of black and white. It made sense to him, this blending of the pure. He felt it. Not quite one thing or another. He was male, masculine, that he felt and understood. But the sexuality part, the norm of attraction toward the opposite sex, he did not feel. It seemed alien to him. It made his relationship with Alex and Sam strained for a few months, till one night, in the old factory building he confessed to them he was gay. He expected them to say he was wrong. He expected them to freak out a little. What he wasn’t expecting was Alex telling him they knew already while Sam nodded in agreement. Alex told him it was okay, and he wondered about them. Alex said he was straight, and Sam said he wasn’t sure. Years later he would find out Sam transitioned, and changed her name to Cheryl. They each had their identities and it only took time for each one to find them.

In August, the old Honda he got from his mom loaded up, he was ready to set out for college. The car was crammed with journals, books, sketch pads and all the other supplies he had accumulated over the years till he had trouble getting the two gym bags of clothes wedged into the back. It was hot and the air conditioner barely worked, so he had stripped down to a black t-shirt and jeans. The tattoo on his bicep still had red around it from recently having it done, and he had cut his hair shorter than it had been in seven years. Jet black and standing up over the top of his head, he looked different, less goth and something else. Alex said he looked like an old punk from the seventies. Raking a hand over his head, all he knew was he liked the new look, and how it was less of a hassle to get ready in the mornings.

It was after lunch, but the drive was only a couple of hours to the university, and he set off with music playing and the windows down, feeling like he was about to create something new.

The Unbridled Madness that is the Dorm.

 Blue flinched again, this time when two guys chasing each other stormed by him on the stair. The first time was in the parking lot, nearly getting creamed by a guy on a bicycle. Then there was the guy who raced out the front door nearly knocking him down. He would flinch a lot the first few days in the dorm.

Arms loaded, dragging his suitcase, he moved down the corridor, past open doors with blaring music, some with the added noise of arguments over the best song or laughter at some joke or comment. He moved near the wall as one after another raced by, some wearing only boxers, and he wondered how he was going to endure living in this place. He passed room 308 and stumbled when he saw the guy inside touching himself while watching something on his laptop. Porn, no doubt. He checked each door number, even though room 338 had to be down the corridor some distance. He did it as a ritual, the counting down to the small domicile that would be half his, not even able to have one room to himself. He passed 315 and heard the word ‘fuck’ more than he had in his entire life. He assumed he would hear it a lot more in the coming days and weeks. He was ready to say it himself. It was so tempting. Just toss everything in his arms on the floor and yell it. Really drag out the ‘f’ and let the ‘ck’ hammer the ending.

He had begged his parents to let him live off campus. Just a small studio somewhere he would not have to share with anyone. But then the university said all freshman had to live in the dorms, and his parents started with the silver lining nonsense. It would be good for him. He’d meet new people. Find friends with similar interest. He wouldn’t be alone.

But that was just it. He wanted to be alone.

A guy came out of 320 and he considered him on fire. His hair was the perfect shade of red. A flame red that seemed to put out its own light. He stepped to one side to pass but found his way blocked.

“Hey, you need some help?” the flaming head asked.

“No, I got it.”

“Here let me help; you’re about to drop this box on top” the guy insisted, taking the top two boxes from his arms. His arms felt the reduction and stopped quivering from the strain of the load. “Which room are you in?”

“338.”

“Oh, that is across the hall from the masturbator.”

“What?”

“The masturbator; the perv does it all the time, even with the door open” the guy replied, laughing, as if it were funny, which it wasn’t. How could he live across from someone who would openly do that? “Let’s get your stuff in your room. Not sure who your roommate will be. I haven’t seen him…might not be here yet…but…hey, I’m Red by the way.”

“Red?”

“Yeah…well it’s a nickname but that is what everyone calls me. What’s your name?”

“Blue.”

“Blue? You’re fucking with me.”

“No…honest. That is my nickname” he replied, suddenly afraid he had offended him.

“So, Blue it is. Well come on, Blue. Let Red show you to your room.”

There was indeed a guy in room 337 sprawled out on a bed wearing boxer briefs, the crotch bulging obscenely, and Blue bumped the door frame of his room going in while trying to force himself to stop looking. It was immediately clear he had beaten his roommate, neither bed being made up, nor any personal effects present. He breathed a sigh of relief. He’d get pick of which side he wanted and might have a moment to compose himself.

“Looks like you got choice” Red swiveled at the waist, wondering which side to set the boxes.

“The right side” Blue replied as he rolled his suitcase to the foot of the bed. “Thanks.”

“Well, I’ll let you get settled. I’m off to the bookstore. You want to go?”

“Thanks, but I got one or two more boxes to get from my car” Blue replied, lying through his teeth about the pile of stuff still in the Cherokee.

“Need some help?”

“NO…no, I can get it. Maybe later you can show me where the bookstore is located.”

“Yeah, no problem. Catch ya later.”

Blue made several trips to retrieve his things. Boxes stacked up quickly in the small room, while not once stopping to consider where everything would go. He was making his last trip when he stumbled on the steps outside the dorm. The box tumbled from his arms and crashed to the sidewalk with the sound of breaking glass. He froze, unable to breathe, as he contemplated what had broken.

“You okay?”

Blue turned to see a guy holding one gym bag, another slung over a shoulder while dragging a suitcase behind him. But that wasn’t what he noticed first. It was the tattoo, the solid black clothing, the t-shirt hanging loose on the lean body and there was the haircut, black hair sticking straight up. He looked goth, or punk, or just a radical out to destroy the world.

“I’m fine, it’s just…I broke some stuff.”

“I heard…what’s in the box?”

“Test tubes, flask, some slides…”

“Can you have all that in a dorm room?”

“Why not? I’m not using chemicals or anything” Blue replied defensively.

The Prince of Darkness, as Blue thought of him, laughed. The Prince then grabbed the handle of his suitcase and started toward the door. “Well, I’ll see ya around.”

Blue rolled the box onto its bottom and slipped the tape loose. Opening the lid, he saw the damage. A row of test tubes along one side shattered. But nothing else was damaged. A small relief. He made his way into the dorm, up the stair, careful with every step. On the third floor he saw it was the usual madness. Two guys chasing each to the other end, music and video games blaring out of open doors and down in room 337, the masturbator was sitting at his desk with a hand down in his briefs as he watched porn on his laptop.

“Fuck” Blue uttered as he turned to his door.

It was slightly ajar, not as he had left it. Someone had been in his room. Then he remembered he had a roommate that had yet to show up, who may very well had done so while he was out. He pushed the door open and froze.

Standing in the middle of the room, gym bags lying at his feet, a suitcase pitched over behind him, stood the Prince of Darkness, surveying the boxes he had stacked at the foot of his bed. He watched as if in slow motion, unable to utter a word, as the dark-haired one turned toward him. He heard it, each syllable, distinct, as clear as a summer’s day.

“W-h-a-t  t-h-e  f-u-c-k.”

“Fuck” he uttered under his breath.

They were sitting on their respected beds, neither of which had been made.  Blue had set the last box on the stack, now a good four feet or more in height. His roommate sat staring out the window, calmer now since they had talked for a bit.

“So, is Grey a nickname?”

“No, it is just short for Greyson.  I assume Blue is a nickname.”

“Yeah.”

“Weird.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Another awkward silence and Blue wondered if he was going to be able to deal with this for a whole semester. But it was the first day, and so far, first impressions on either of their parts had been a bust. He knew he should try to be nicer, but Grey made him nervous.

“You…want…to eat…me….”

“I’m sorry; what did you say?”

“You want to get settled in and go get something to eat?”

“Yeah, sure” Grey replied, his tone that of the defeated.

The Palette

Red sat at the long table, empty except for the three of them. Next to him sat Grey and on the other side, Blue. It was too funny, the three of them having names, or nicknames, of color. Although he wondered if grey was really a color. Was it? Would an artist put it with red, and yellow, and blue?  Could you mix it with one of them and get some new color, like green, or orange, or violet?

“Hey, guys, thanks for letting me tag along. My roommate just disappeared a while ago after I thought we were going to eat together” said Red, one leg bouncing up and down making the bench shake.

“Tomorrow, can you show me where the bookstore is located?” asked Blue as he stirred his fork through what had been labeled as mashed potatoes.

“Yeah, sure. What about you?” looking over at Grey.

“Does it have art supplies too?”

“I saw some in the back of the store, so yeah, sure.”

There was a moment of silence, something Grey and Blue would soon learn Red didn’t tolerate long.

“Hey, what are you guys majoring in?”

Grey turned to Red, a defiance suddenly in his eyes, “Our majors? Don’t you want to know something more personal? Something like my sign, or if I have a significant other, or…”

“Okay, I get it, something personal. So, you go first” Red replied.

“Fine,” and Grey turned toward Blue wanting to see how he responded to what he was going to say.  “I’m gay.”

“Whoa, really, wow. I’ve never met anyone who was gay before. Well, not anyone that admitted it, anyway. Some of us in PE did catch the coach and assistant coach…well you know,” and Red pumped his fist at his mouth while pushing out the side with his tongue.

Blue sat in silence. He didn’t know what to say. This open admittance to one’s sexuality. He had avoided thinking of it, easily enough in grade school, where he was left alone. But now, his first day on campus, something so personal had to come up. And by the person he was going to share a room. This dark, brooding guy with the tattoo and punk appearance, and a sexual attraction to other guys.

“Fuck” Blue uttered, then pushed his plate back. He saw Grey staring at him, and he knew how it looked. He came across as prejudice, but he wasn’t. He just didn’t think about stuff like that, until now that is.

“You have a problem with it?” asked Grey, his tone challenging.

“No, no, no, it’s just…I’ve never really dealt with it before.”

“Dealt with it? You mean meeting someone who is…”

“No, just the whole idea of…sex…one’s sexuality. It’s just…” and he let his voice trail off, feeling like he was digging a deeper hole. The boy that was virgin. He could see it now, spreading through the dorm. He looked down, unable to look Grey in the eyes. The table was silent, too silent, and he slowly looked up. Grey was looking at him differently, an expression of curiosity and something else. ‘Please, God, not pity’ he thought as he looked over at Red. There he saw something he recognized. Confusion.

 “Okay…let’s head back” said Grey as he stood.

Now for the ‘buts’

The first week passed with everyone adjusting to the routine of classes, then studying. Red hung out with others on the floor, playing video games or watching movies. Blue stared into his microscope, made notes in one of his journals and Grey, propped up in bed, sketched. Some evenings were spent in town at a restaurant or browsing the shops catering to students. There seemed to be a chase down the corridor every afternoon or evening, an argument from one of the rooms, and across the hall from room 338, always with the door wide open, the masturbator was giving Blue an eye full far too frequently.

Blue would never be so bold. That is why he spent so much time in the bathroom, even when Grey was in class or an art studio till late. It felt too open, the chance of exposure too great. But in the bathroom shared between their room and the adjacent, he would brace one arm on the tile wall of the shower while stroking his cock, furiously, his only objective to get off. For years he’d been able to do it, just jerk off and not think too much about what aroused him in the first place. But now, images did surface in his mind. Vivid images, things he’d seen in the last week. He tried to suppress them, but it was in vain.

He’d walked into Red’s room four days ago and caught him standing in the middle of it drying off. With no hint of embarrassment, Red had merely turned toward him, giving him a full view of his body. Now it was etched in his mind. He assumed Red was skinny, the way his clothes hung on him, but he had been wrong. He was lean, but muscular, with definition over his chest and down his stomach. He looked solid. And then there was the red bush framing a cock that hung loose. He had only looked for a second. A mere moment in time. Now he saw Red when he masturbated. And it scared him the way he thought of him.

But it was nothing compared to what he imagined about Grey. He had not seen Grey naked, just stripped to his boxers, and he was on the skinny side. But Grey was tall, and he looked so much younger without his clothes. But there were aspects of Grey that spoke of his character. This dark brooding nature that intrigued him more than he could admit. The earrings that multiplied in the right ear from one to three. The use of makeup that included painted nails and there was the look in his eyes. No matter what the conversation, or where they found themselves, there was a look in Grey’s eyes that spooked him.

With his hand a blur as he jerked off, those eyes came to him, stared into his own, getting closer and closer, till cum spattered the tile wall and he eased down on his knees letting the shower hit him on the head.

Saturday morning arrived and the dorm was a hive of activity earlier than usual. There was a home game, and everyone was getting ready, putting on t-shirts or jerseys, painting their faces and making signs. Everyone that is, except Blue, Grey and Red. Each had their own reasons, but it circled around to the fact they didn’t care about the game and were not a part of the groups that were going to it. Grey left first, early that morning, with his pencil and brush cases, and sketches he had been working on the night before. He was going to explore them in more detail, develop them into larger drawings he was working on in one class. Red slipped out next, strolling along behind a group of guys heading to a tailgate party, acting as if he was included. But when they came out of the dorm, the group turning right toward the parking lot for tailgating, he turned left, heading toward the library to work on a paper he had been putting off all week. He hated the whole process of research and writing, but he knew he had to get it done, and with everyone at the game, he might as well do it now. Blue lounged around in his room, sleeping in. When the floor grew quiet, he found it was too quiet, and he sat up, putting his feet on the floor and looked around the room in a dazed, sleepy state. He had an English paper to write and there was some research for another class, and even with the dorm perfect for studying, he needed to go to the library for the research. It would be quiet and nearly empty, and a change of scenery.

Blue strolled across campus dodging the others heading toward the stadium. The library was on the edge of campus facing the small downtown. Up the series of steps, he  crossed the small plaza and pushed into the quiet interior. The formal stair to the upper floors was straight ahead and he climbed till on the third floor. There were tables down the middle of the room and another group along the exterior wall that looked out over the town. He browsed the stacks first, circling through one section then another till he had four books he thought would have the information he needed. Taking a seat by the windows, he spread out the books, and pulled a notebook from his backpack. Shifting into a more comfortable position on the hard straight-back chair, he set to work on his paper.

There was some movement in the room, other students coming and going but he paid them no mind, as page after page was filled with his tight, neat writing. How long he had been at it, he wasn’t sure, but the idea of food began to dominant his thoughts. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was after three, surprising him at how late it had gotten. Leaning back, arms stretching toward the ceiling, he looked around the room for the first time. To his left, three tables up sat Red, head down, writing furiously in his notebook. Straight ahead, ten or eleven tables down, sat Grey, his back to him. He smiled, shaking his head at how three people who were so different in some ways were so similar in others. Like sitting in a library on a Saturday when there was a home game.

He looked from Grey back to Red and saw him looking back. A smile and a small wave of acknowledgment, then Red stood up and came his way.

“How long have you been here?” asked Red as he slid into the chair on the opposite side of the table.

“Since about ten or so.”

“Yeah, me too. This sucks. I put off writing this paper and now I have to crank it out.”

“You about finished?”

“Thankfully. I was about to head back. Have you had lunch? I’m starving.”

“No, and I need to eat something too.  You want to go for pizza?” Blue asked, nodding his head toward the window in the direction of the pizza parlor visible from where they sat.

“That would be good. Let me get my backpack.”

“Should we ask Grey if he wants to join us?” asked Blue, not sure he wanted Grey to tag along but there was another part of him that wanted him too.

 "Grey?”

“He’s down there.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. I’ll go ask.”

Red came back shaking his head, “Let’s go. He had lunch before coming here.”

Backpacks on, they ambled out of the library and across the street. Traffic was light, the sidewalks nearly deserted with most at the game. They turned the corner and walked the half block to the small restaurant with its red awnings and small sidewalk sign noting the day’s special. They sat at the window and talked about their classes till the pizza came, the large pie taking up most of the table.

“Damn, they make the largest pizza” said Red as he pulled another slice, rolling it slightly to take a bite.

The pizza was nearly gone and both boys sated, leaned back in their chairs. Red finished his soda, the sound of him drawing air with the last of the liquid far too loud. Setting the glass down, he leaned over the table and lowered his voice.

“Has Grey said anything else about…you know?”

“What? Oh, that…no.”

“Nothing?”

“Nope.”

“Has he tried anything?”

“What?! NO!” replied Blue and he knew he spoke too loud, looking around to see the few in the restaurant looking his way. He blushed with embarrassment as Red laughed at him.

“Have you thought about it?” Red asked in a conspiratorial tone.

“Have I…no…” Blue replied, not nearly as convincing.

“I have. I wonder what it’d be like. You know, fuck around with a guy.”

“You have?” asked Blue, incredulous to what he was hearing.

“I mean, it’s only natural right? Grey brings it up and we imagine it. We can’t help but do it.”

“Yeah, but…”

“But what?  I’m just saying I’ve considered it.”

“Check please” exclaimed Blue, wanting to change the subject. “You want to head back? We can watch a movie or something.”

“Sure. Here’s ten…fifteen bucks for my share.”

Blue didn’t know when he let things get out of control. Wasn’t sure what statement was taken out of context or merely ignored. All he knew was he was laying across the bed, feet on the floor in a very compromised position. And by compromised he meant, shirt unbuttoned and laying open, pants and boxers tossed on the floor somewhere and his cock sunk in Red’s mouth. He closed his eyes trying to un-see it, to imagine it was someone else, but all he saw was that flaming red hair moving up and down.

He wanted to moan each time that mouth took every inch of his cock. He wanted to cry out, to utter aloud how good it felt. But he locked his jaw tight and grabbed at the bed, fighting the urge. It was so much better than masturbation, this oral manipulation. The way lips slid slickly up and down his cock, the soft heat of the mouth and that tongue…fucking hell…the way it swirled over the head making him shudder.

He felt a hand rub over his stomach, circle up his chest. He threw his head back further, and closed his eyes tightly, lost to the other sensations, especially the one of touch. He wasn’t aware of Red’s intent until he felt the pain of the pinch. He shuddered and cried out as Red twisted his left nipple. He begged Red to stop, hoping he wouldn’t. He’d never felt such pain, not like this. A pain that surged up his spine and made his cock flex with arousal while in the heat of Red’s mouth. When Red released it, he lay back gasping for breath.

He became aware of Red’s other hand. It moved up his thigh till fingers tickled his balls. He shivered with the way Red was toying with him. He cried out when Red tugged them tight in their sac. Was Red trying to hurt him? He wondered about this as he felt his aroused state increase till he struggled not to come. Then the fingers moved down, racked along his ass. He wanted to close his legs, to stop those fingers. He knew where they were going. He knew their evil intent. A nervous fear griped him, made him crazy. He wondered if he had wiped his ass sufficiently that morning. He wondered if he had gotten too sweaty over the course of the day. Did he stink down there? Was Red really going to touch him there. Then the worst he could imagine. Was he going to fart?

“No” he exclaimed, sitting up on his elbows.

Red looked up, smiling. “Yes” he replied as he sank his middle finger into him.

Blue watched that hand pump the finger into his hole, and he shuddered with its penetration, then fell back. “Oohhhhh,” he cried out as Red stretched him open, twisting and turning that finger deep inside his hole. Even as he said ‘don’t’, he lifted his feet to the edge of the bed, spreading himself open for Red’s manipulations. He felt an emptiness when the finger pulled out, then the stretch as Red worked two back into this hole. He held tight to the bed wondering how much more he could endure. As those fingers twisted inside his hole, lips moved up and down his cock. He couldn’t take much more.

There was an emptiness again, then the stretch of three fingers penetrating him. He shuddered, as his cock flexed with his arousal inside Red’s mouth.

“FUCK” he cried out, unable to control his volume. Red stood with his legs resting on each shoulder. He watched him stand up between them, naked, and he couldn’t process how or when Red removed his clothes. He saw Red’s erection, the red cock thick and curved upward, framed by that flaming red bush. He felt the heat of Red’s body against the back of his legs, the push against his opening and he wanted to tell him no, not to do it. He wanted to say he was straight, that he didn’t want to get fucked. But the words wouldn’t come. Instead, once again he threw his head back with eyes closed, as he felt Red penetrate his ass and sink into his depths.

Everything he thought about himself, ever claim about his sexuality, melted as Red piston slowly in his hole.

He felt every inch as Red moved slowly inside him. Every fucking inch that pushed inward then pulled out, tugging at his tight opening.  Gradually, unable to hold back, Red began to fuck faster, harder, rocking him across the bed. It squeaked and banged into the wall. And he held on for dear life, taking every thrust.

“God, you’re so…tight” Red uttered as he held each leg to his chest and fucked. He fucked for the stimulation. He fucked to build his arousal. He fucked to cum. And he fucked to hear Blue’s soft mutterings and moans. He moved over him, knees on the edge of the bed as he folded him over, ass lifting off the mattress, and he drove into the depths of it, over and over and over. He hammered his cock inside him till he couldn’t take it, not another stroke, and cried out as he pumped his load into that upturned ass.

Shifted around straight on the bed, both heaving for breath, Red saw Blue’s cock hovering over his abdomen. It was so hard it flexed up and down and drooled a puddle on his stomach. He was curious about this clear liquid, so slick in hand when masturbating. He had tasted his own and he wondered.

Twisting around Red slipped down next to Blue and held his cock. It flexed in his hand and he leaned to it, licking the head. Blue shuddered and cried out while he got the taste of him, this odd sweetness, and he leaned down and dragged his tongue through the small pool of it on Blue’s stomach.

“Don’t move, okay?” Red asked as he got on his knees. Blue nodded in agreement and watched as Red moved over and straddled his waist.

Red looked down, smiling mischievously, as he lowered his ass down on Blue’s cock and ground down on it. Then he moved his ass back and forth over it, feeling the hard-thick shaft rub along his ass. He’d toyed with his ass before, rubbing fingers down to his opening when jacking off, even slipping one inside himself, but this was different. The feel of another against his ass. This hard cock that could penetrate him, stretch him open, was touching him there. The image of Blue shuddering as he sank his cock into him rose vivid, a powerful image that tempted him so. He wondered if he could really do it. He wondered about the pain of entry. No one was around. It was just Blue and him, experimenting with each other. He could try, see if it was as he fantasized. Reaching back, he took Blue in hand, let his fingers torment the head till he felt Blue pushing up through them.

“That’s it…you know you want me” he uttered as he held Blue up while lowering down to it. It nudged against his hole, and he let his weight carry him downward. He stretched to take the head, then inch after inch of the shaft, feeling it sink into his depths. Blue watched him intently, eyes wide open, as he sank down till, he had every inch inside of him.

“Fuck” uttered Blue.

“Fuck” uttered Red.

Red began to move, to rise and fall, faster and faster, till the bed began to squeak once more. With Blue watching, he took his own cock, stroked till fully hard again while riding Blue’s. His pace kept increasing till he was slamming down on Blue’s hips. The more he stroked his own cock, the harder he wanted it in the ass. The rougher he took Blue, the faster he stroked his cock. Sweat beaded up on his body, rivulets trickled down his face and chest. The room smelled of him, his exertions and sex.

Blue fell back, grabbed the headboard and hung on. He closed his eyes and this time when the image of Red having sex with him emerged, he did nothing to stop it. He felt it. The slide of a tight ass on his cock. How that tightness moved up along the shaft and squeezed the head. He shuddered with it. Pushed upward making Red grunt.

Red’s cries grew louder, his mutterings incomprehensible. But it urged Blue on, made him sense every aspect of this fuck. He thrust upward and listened for those primitive mutterings. He ran his hands on each of Red’s thighs and felt the flex of muscle. Red cried out again, louder, vulgar, and Blue felt the spatter across his face and down his chest. He could smell it, Red’s cum as it pooled on his skin. It pushed him over the edge, and he shoved upward, pumping his load into Red.

Grey left the library late in the day. The game was over, and the crowds had dissipated, leaving the campus nearly empty. He started to head toward a cafeteria but decided he would just order delivery for dinner. Probably a pizza. The idea of it planted hours before by Red.

The dorm was surprisingly quiet, but he saw many were passed out on their beds, obviously having over done it during the game. He wondered if it was partying over a win or drowning their sorrows with a loss. He pulled his keys out as he approached his door, noticing the masturbator had his door closed and he didn’t want to imagine what led to that.  He eased the key in the door, every movement feeling like a struggle. He was so tired, he didn’t want to exert himself, not even make a sound. Pushing the door open he heard Blue, then he heard Red. He knew what he was hearing but couldn’t believe it. He eased into the room, coming up behind Red who was riding Blue’s cock. The bed squeaked noisily, and Blue was laying back, pushing against the headboard with his eyes closed. Then he saw it, cum spattering Blue in the face, then down his chest and stomach. The scent of cum hit him and he took a step back unable to believe what he was seeing.

Blue cried out and he saw the push upward nearly throwing Red off the bed and he knew Blue was coming too. When they finally stopped, and Red leaned over and kissed Blue, kissed him on the lips, it was too much.

“What the fuck?!” he exclaimed.

Red scrambled around, came to his feet and stood before him naked, cock hanging half hard and dripping. Blue sat up, eyes wide with fear, as he wrapped the blanket around his body.

“Grey…hey…we were just…well you know.”

“I know what? I thought you guys were straight. Well, especially you.”

“Hey, what does that mean?” Blue exclaimed.

“I am straight…or bi…I don’t know. I just wanted to try it. See what it was…”

“You just wanted to try it and…the two of you…in my room…”

The room fell silent. Red turned and looked at Blue, then back at Grey. A realization was dawning on him. Grey, the one who was open about being gay but had yet to act on it. Instead he finds his two friends at college together. It was a jealously that seemed superficial, silly in a way, but then who’s to say Grey couldn’t feel hurt, left out in some way. He moved closer to Grey, put a hand on one arm and rubbed it.

“We’re sorry if…this seems like some sort of betrayal.”

“No, I’m being stupid. So, what, if you guys want to fuck around. Nothing is stopping me from doing the same.”

“But we didn’t mean to make you feel left out” said Red as he hugged Grey.

Hesitating at first, Grey hugged him back, the first human contact in a long time.

Oh, that human weakness. That inability to hide how we are feeling. Especially for guys who are aroused. Grey felt the naked body against him, the press of cock against his own, and he suddenly felt aroused. He tried to push free of their embrace, but Red held tight, whispering in his ear, “It’s okay, relax.”

Hands rubbed up and down Grey’s back, then Red leaned back to look him in the eye. Smiling, eyes sparkling green in the dim light, Red took Grey by the wrist, bringing a hand to his chest.

“It’s okay, go ahead…I want you to” Red whispered.

Blue watched Red relax Grey, then take him to another level, one sexual in nature. He saw Grey touch Red on the chest, then rake the hand downward till he was toying with Red’s cock. Grey’s other hand rubbed down Red’s back, followed the straight line of it, then followed the curve of an ass cheek. Red kissed Grey, the intimacy of the moment taken to the point of no return, and Blue felt aroused watching them. He wanted this moment to continue, and he wanted to be a part of it. Dropping the blanket from his shoulders, he stood and came up behind Red, his growing erection nestling between Red’s ass cheeks.

It wasn’t long ago, and this would have been unthinkable. This open display of intimacy beyond him. But for Blue, now he didn’t know if he wanted it to end. He put his head over Red’s shoulder and watched him kiss Grey. He watched intently, how their jaws moved and the angle of their heads letting their lips press together. And when Red pulled back and looked over at him, he leaned forward and kissed Grey too.

 As he kissed Grey, Red slipped down between them. After a while, Grey moaned in his mouth while shuddering. Looking down, they watched as Red took Grey in his mouth, the growing erection glistening wetly with his ministrations.

 “Fuck” Blue uttered, turned on even more by watching Red take Grey.

 “Fuck” Grey uttered, holding on to Red’s shoulders.

Blue moved around till behind Grey and he reached around and pulled upward on his t-shirt. Grey’s arm lifted, letting him remove it. He ran his hands over the bare back, traced the shoulder blades and down along the spine. He encircled the narrow waist and with Red’s help, got the jeans and boxers down. They helped Grey step out of them and guided him to the bed.

 Blue pushed Red back on the bed and nodded toward Grey.

“Fuck him…I want to watch you fuck him.” Blue had never been so vocal about what he wanted, especially sexually, but he put a hand on Grey’s back and guided him down on Red. He even took Grey in hand, stroked him to full hardness, as he guided Grey, bringing that wet hard cock to Red’s ass. “Put it in him” Blue urged Grey and watched as the head squeezed into Red.

Sitting at the head of the bed, stroking his own cock, Blue watched Grey push into Red. Inch by inch, Grey’s cock slowly disappeared till he was pressed against Red’s ass. Red, head bent up against the wall, was watching Grey penetrate him. When Grey pushed against his ass, he moaned then pleaded with Grey to fuck him.

Grey worked his hips slowly at first but soon was in a hard rhythm, hips smacking against Red’s ass. For Blue, sitting to the side, watching that cock pull outward then push back in, made him want to be a part. His own cock leaking, he reached out and took Red in hand, stroked him till his hand was slick, then he moved down to it and slipped it in his mouth.

Blue held that cock and let it piston in his mouth as Grey fucked Red. It slid over his tongue and pushed at the side of his mouth. He not only felt the way it filled his mouth, he tasted it too. That odd sweetness of it, and he wanted more.

Grey pulled out and guided Red to turn straight on the bed. Blue sat back against the headboard and watched Grey guide Red around till he had Red’s head in his lap. He rubbed his cock over Red’s face as Grey entered him again. Red cried out with Grey’s penetration, then took his cock. A soft slick heat enveloped it and he closed his eyes, savoring the feel of it.

“Fuck” Blue uttered.

“Fuck” Grey uttered.

Red moaned whorishly between them.

Blue felt the spatter of cum on his leg and knew Red was coming. Rivulets trickled down the side of it and he captured the smell of it. It was the scent of sex, masculine, and it pushed him over the edge. He shuddered with release filling Red’s mouth. There was a slight choking then felt the swallowing around his cock, as it flexed with the final drops of his load.

Grey shoved into Red, hard, and Blue watched how his body shuddered with release.

The Real Pervs were in Room 338 

It was obvious to the other guys something was going on in room 338, the room with that art student who wore black all the time and his introverted roommate. They knew it included that noisy bastard from room 320. They knew it was sexual in nature. They heard the noises coming from that room. The banging against the wall, and the muffled cries and moans. Jason and Hosea in the room that shared a bathroom with 338 said the sounds were worse in the bathroom. And they found signs of it in there. Once, thrown in the corner behind the toilet, a wet and torn pair of boxers.

Outside that room, the three of them were together all the time. At the pizza parlor in town, the free movie on campus, the burger joint on Garden Street or just strolling the sidewalks of town. It was obvious even in the way they acted out in public there was something going on. The way they joked around with each other, and the small gestures, like the way Grey touched Blue or the way Red seemed to calm around Grey, submissive in some way the other guys in the dorm found unsettling.

But for Blue, Red and Grey, there was a contentment, a happiness with life that they shielded from prying eyes, no matter how obvious it may seem to others. An intimacy that mingled with the physical nature of their sexual awakenings.