Losing My Religion

Cam’s Story

It had been a fuck of a year. I started school in Chicago in the fall. The first couple of weeks were okay, I was a little lost but hopeful. About a month in I was starting to think it would never click for me.

I had always been a pretty good student in high school. But during my first semester at college, my grades sucked, I was studying hard trying to turn it all around, but I just couldn’t concentrate. They paired me with a roommate who I had nothing in common with. Barry was two years older than me; he was a high school football jock turned party boy. He didn’t really care about school, he did just enough to get by. He kept a photo of himself kneeling in the football stadium holding the game ball from the last game of the season. In the photo he was muscular and svelte. He was only out of high school for a few years but looked nothing like the picture on the dresser. He had let his body go and he didn’t seem to like himself very much. I tried to befriend him but gave up after a couple of weeks. I was a quiet, but positive guy. Barry was a loud guy who was always bitching about something or someone. Once he figured out I was a ‘fucking homo’ (his words) I went from potential friend to target. I did my best to avoid him.

I met Sarah in my Intro to Poetry class. The class was known as an easy A, and it was the one class I was passing without a problem, thank god! Hopefully it would bring my GPA up enough to keep me from flunking out. Sarah was nerdy and into a lot of the same stuff I was, we started hanging out a lot. We hung out at her place off campus, it was the perfect way to avoid Barry.

Anyway, to make a long story short, I had been studying hard for midterms for a couple of weeks, it was my chance to get my grades up. one night before a big exam, Barry had some friends over and they were being loud and obnoxious… as usual. It was after midnight when I asked if they could go somewhere else so I could get some sleep. The room was silent, then Barry said, ‘fuck you faggot, it’s my room and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want’ and his buddies all laughed at me, well except for one. Adam, he was the RA of our dorm. He wasn’t like the others, but he didn’t do anything to stop them either. Then one of them came over and pushed my back up against the wall and held his face inches from mine, it was his buddy, Dave. I could feel and smell his breath. He was about six inches taller than me and looked down at me. Then he hocked up his spit and let it dangle from his mouth, like he was gonna spit on my face. Neither of us said anything, we just stood like that for a long time, me trembling and his friends laughing at me, again except for Adam who just looked down. Then the guy sucked his spit back in, slammed me against the wall with his right hand on my chest and just held me there for a minute. Then he said, ‘know your place faggot.’ I got into my bed, pulled the covers over my head, and fell asleep, scared shitless to do anything else. These guys were big and drunk and there were four of them. I was asleep for like an hour when my roommate, Barry, woke me upholding an empty beer bottle in his hand and said “don’t you EVER fucking embarrass me in front of my friends again faggot or I will shove this bottle so deep up in your ass that they’ll have to do surgery to get it out. That is if I don’t decide to smash it first and cut up your little faggot face with it instead. This is MY fucking room not yours.” I did shitty on my exam the next day; I couldn’t concentrate all I could think about was getting out of that place. That was the last straw! I hated it there already, but now I knew I needed to leave. I slept on Sarah’s floor after that and didn’t go back to my room until I needed to pick up some clothes for Thanksgiving break.

I went home to Arizona for Thanksgiving, god it felt good to be around people I loved and who loved me back. With the help of my best friend Seth (he was also the first one I came out to, and my first boyfriend) and my brother Dane, I got up the nerve to tell my parents everything. They agreed to let me leave school at the end of the semester if I came up with a Plan B. I did. They even got me an Air BNB to stay in for the rest of the semester, so I didn’t need to room with Barry. When I went back to my room to pack my stuff, Barry was there and was being his usual prickish-self; the fucker spat on me. That was it. I was done. I went to the housing department and filed a formal complaint, I named Barry and his friends specifically. They called Adam, the quiet RA in for questioning first, he backed up my story. He apologized to me, and it was obvious that he felt awful about what happened. So, the housing authority terminated residency for all four of them as of the end of the semester. Barry’s friend Dave got so pissed that he attacked me with a baseball bat. So… to wind up my story… I was in the hospital for a while, then I went home to AZ. I had mostly healed physically, but I was still a little depressed. I had been seeing a psychiatrist back home and she helped me a lot and got me ready to move to Milwaukee for the next semester. She also referred me to someone in Milwaukee. We had our first session a few days after I moved, and I really liked the guy. I felt good about myself and the direction my life was taking. I was back at school, living in Milwaukee near my best friend Seth, and working on a two-year Associate degree as an X-Ray technician. I had my own apartment, and felt better about myself than ever before.

Adam was ridden with guilt about what happened to me. He visited me in the hospital, and then called me every day after I went back to Phoenix. We had become close friends; he even came out to me. That helped me understand why he stayed so quiet that night instead of coming to my rescue, he was as scared of his “friends” as I was. He lived in Chicago with a semester of school left, and I was in Milwaukee, about two hours away. We talked about dating, but long-distance sucks. Maybe he would find a job in Milwaukee after graduation, but that was a longshot. We agreed to keep in touch and see where life took us, but we were free to date other people and explore without any commitment for the time being. Other than that, I’ve had no love life to speak of since Seth and I dated in high school (although I did fuck the shit out of some anonymous guy in the steam room of a gay resort when I was home at Thanksgiving, but that’s a whole other story). So that’s my past. Now for my present.

I moved to Milwaukee on New Year’s Day and was ready for a fresh start. It was about a week before school started. I moved into my new apartment and was getting to know my surroundings. Seth lived about a mile or so away in the dorms at UWM, he had an awesome boyfriend and they introduced me to all their friends. They instantly treated me like one of their group. I was so happy to know people, I felt more at comfortable and at home in Milwaukee after less than a week than I did in Chicago after a full semester. Seth’s boyfriend, Zach picked me up on Friday night to bring me back to their place to hang out with them. After he came and got me, we picked up Seth and his roommate Eric from work at Starbuck’s (I noticed Eric right away, he was really cute). Seth and I had worked at Starbuck’s in Phoenix, and I planned on applying for a job once I got comfortable with classes and my leg heeled a bit more (I was still limping from the attack). Seth talked to his manager for me and said the job was mine when I was ready.

We went to dinner at a burger place across from Seth’s Campus. I really liked his friends, Like I said, Eric was cute and very nice (and pansexual) but he had a boyfriend, Max. Max joined us at dinner. FUCK! He was a nerdy ginger and cute as fuck, totally my type. After a quick introduction Max took a seat between me and Eric, there was this instant attraction, a spark. We all ordered dinner and talked, I didn’t feel like an outsider at all, they just treated me like I was one of them. I noticed Eric and Max exchanging looks a couple of times while we ate. Midway through dinner I felt Max’s knee touch mine, I assumed it was an accident and moved it away, somehow it kept finding its way back to mine. I finally looked over at them and both he and Eric were grinning at me. Shit! They were totally flirting with me… BOTH of them. I played it cool through dinner, pushing my knee back against his as I continue to eat, testing the water. The burger was awesome, and everyone was so engrossed in eating and talking that they didn’t even notice what was happening between the three of us underneath the table.

Oh my god, this adorable couple was hitting on me, and this group of people was accepting me as a friend. This was such a huge contrast from my awful semester in Chicago. After dinner we went back to the dorms and hung out, we had a couple of beers and Teddy, Zach’s roommate, pulled out a vape pen and we got high. I felt so good that night… better than I had felt in months. When it was time for me to go home, Seth and Zach were passed out on the couch, so Eric and Max eagerly offered to walk me home. I readily accepted. We were all a little buzzed as we walked the mile or so to my place. I was in the middle, and we all had our arms around each other. When we got to the cement steps of my building, they each kissed me goodnight… ON THE FUCKING LIPS, WITH TONGUE! One thing led to another, and I invited them in. BOTH of them. We walked down the long hall to my apartment. The door was barely shut and the two of them were all over me. The three of us were making out. Sometimes me and Eric, Sometimes me and Max, sometimes the two of them, sometimes the three of us. I had never experienced anything like that before, it was hot as fuck. I think Max was the first one to reach for my cock and rub it through my pants. He rubbed me to full erection (not like that took a lot of effort), meanwhile Eric peeled off my heavy coat and unbuttoned my shirt pulling my undershirt up over my head, I put my arms up so he could take it off me completely. I was standing there bare chested, and suddenly I remembered my scars and got self-conscious. I pushed the two cute guys off me and covered myself with my arms.

“What’s wrong” Max asked in a comforting voice.

“This” I said as I showed them my scars. “I got beat up pretty bad last month, and my body is still a little… I hesitated, trying to find the right words… “sore and gross.”

Eric laughed out loud and said, “Gross?! Fuck, you’re hot as hell” then went to work on my nipples. Max echoed his sentiments as he unbuckled and unzipped my pants, letting them drop down to my ankles. They wanted me as I was, they didn’t care about the scars. Oh god, it felt good to be wanted again, I had missed that feeling. When that asshole Dave attacked me with a bat, my self-esteem took the biggest beating of all. I felt like no one would ever want me again, then Adam started to pay some attention to me, and now these two. It felt so good. I stopped the action again to undress the two studs trying to ravish me. The three of us stripped down to our briefs, they both had nicely toned bodies. I had beefed up a little my first year of college, but I was toned, and my body looked pretty good once you got past the bruises and scars. I was still sore, and I had just stopped wearing the neck brace a few days before. I needed to be careful.

The three of us started making out again as I moved us towards my bedroom. Once in, they pushed me gently onto the double bed with a loud squeak from the old metal bedframe. The two hotties jumped onto the bed with me, one on either side. We all laughed as we shushed each other. “Your neighbors are gonna hate you” whispered Max, the adorable redhead. As he licked my left nipple, and his boyfriend licked my right. They were both fondling my cock. One was stroking me while the other lightly squeezed my nuts. It felt so good to be touched, it had been a while. I was the center of their attention with four hands and two tongues all over my still-recovering body. It was the best physical and emotional therapy I had experienced to-date. None of my problems mattered at that moment, I was lost in the incredible sensations these two were giving me.

I was laying on my back, propped up on my elbows with my eyes wide open as I watched them devour my beefy body. They both reached my engorged cock at the exact same time. Their eyes locked as the each licked up and down my cock, their lips wrapped around my staff and touching each other. It was like they were passionately making out around my cock, and it felt amazing. Two sets of lips massaging me at one time, two tongues licking and probing every nerve ending making me moan and writhe in unbridled pleasure.

Max gingerly leaned over my hurt leg and took me deep down his throat making me moan and push his head down onto my hard cock. Eric lifted my good leg up, got under it and started licking my nuts and my taint, just lightly grazing my hole. The two of them worked as a team sending indescribably pleasure through my body. “Fuck” I groaned under my breath as I continued to push the back of Max’s head with one hand and grabbed my leg with the other, holding it up so Eric had better access to my underside.

Max moved my hand off his head and lifted himself off my cock “Are you a top or a bottom?” he asked in a whisper.

“Top” I responded without hesitation.

“Get up” Max said as he reached for my hand. Eric moved out from under me and grabbed for my other hand and they pulled me up. When I got off the bed Max jumped on and got on all fours “You got any lube?” he asked. I went into the bathroom I had a bottle in my toiletry bag. I grabbed it and limped back to the bedroom where Eric was kneeling on the bed in front of Max with his hands planted firmly in his red hair, he was pumping his cock in and out of the ginger’s mouth. Eric reached out his hand for the bottle of lube and I gave it to him. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers and reached over his and started lubing up his boyfriends hole, he motioned for me to get closer to the bed. I stood at the side and Max pulled Eric’s dick out of his mouth and started sucking mine, I got even harder. Max looked up at me as he swallowed my engorged cock and stroked my shaft with is hand. He pulled of long enough to say, “Do you wanna fuck me?” HELL YEAH, I DID! I looked at Eric, he just nodded at me.

I Got up on the bed and knelt behind him as he turned his attention back to Eric’s cock. His ass was smooth, and his crack was dusted with light red pubic hair. It was so fucking tempting. If Eric hadn’t already lubed him up, I would’ve dove right in and ate that ass like there was no tomorrow. Instead, I moved my finger up and down his crack, then penetrated his slick hole. Max groaned over Eric’s cock in response. I twisted my finger making him groan louder. I added a second finger and he groaned louder. I pulled my fingers out, then pushed them back in, he groaned even louder. Every groan sent pleasure waves through Eric’s meaty manhood, and he moaned in response.

Every movement of my finger gave Max pleasure, and he pushed his ass back to try and take my fingers deeper. I pulled them out of his tight hole and lined up my long, thick cock. I held it there for a moment, Max grew impatient and pushed back forcing my head to penetrate him groaning loudly around his lover’s cock. I was watching my dick enter him when I felt Erics hand grab the back of my head. He was pulling me into a kiss as I fucked his boyfriend. Our eyes were open as we made out over Max’s back. His cock was planted deep down Max’s throat and mine was going deeper and deeper into his passage. When my balls finally landed against his hot ass, his moans turned into a steady purr. Eric pulled out of his mouth as I held my cock in him. When he started to push in again, I started to pull out. When I pulled out, he pushed in, we got a rhythm going as we spit-roasted Max’s, pale, thin, toned body. Oh my god he was so tight, and Eric’s tongue was so warm and soft, I had been starved for intimacy and the combination was mind-blowing.

“I’m cumming” I said into Eric’s mouth as I started to pump into Max’s ass harder and faster.

Max lifted his head from Eric’s cock as he continued to stroke it “Yeah breed me, Cam” he said in a guttural, lust-filled voice. Then he looked up at Eric “pump your cum down my throat, baby.” He took Eric back down his throat and we both pumped in and out of him in a frenzied fuck. Eric and I were like a machine as we rhythmically fucked the cute ginger from both ends. Max was deepthroating Eric, my cock was thrusting in and out of his sweet, tight ass, and his hand was furiously pumping his own red dick. He shot first and his sphincter tightened around my cock taking me over the brink. His moans vibrated through Eric sending euphoric pleasure through his body. The two of us slammed our cocks into the hot little redhead as our loads shot out of our balls and deep into Max. FUCK it was so incredible.

My little apartment was chilly, but the three of us were dripping with sweat. The bed must’ve moved a foot or two, I was grateful that I was on the first floor. If there would’ve been anyone living on the floor below me, we would have woken them all up and I’d probably have been evicted after just a week or so. Hell, it would’ve been worth it. That was the most powerful sexual experience of my life and I never even saw it coming.

Max and Eric stayed that night and I slept between them. At about 8:00 my phone started ringing and woke us up. Shit, it was Seth. “Hello?” I answered with a rough, dry morning voice.

“Hey sleepy head. Just making sure you go home okay” he said in a cheerful voice

“Yeah, Max and Eric walked me back” I said as the two of them listened to me with shit eating grins on their faces. “You’ve got some pretty awesome friends” I said. The two of them held in their giggles.

“I’m sorry I passed out so early. It was a long week. You should’ve woken us; Zach would have given you a ride home.” Seth said.

I wanted to tell him about the ride I got from the two studs still in my bed but thought better of it. Instead, I just said “It worked out fine.”

“Hey, you wanna meet us at Ma Fischer’s for breakfast in an hour?” Seth asked. “We can pick you up.”

“Nah, I’ll walk. You should invite Eric and Max to come with us” I said as I looked at the two of them laying in my bed snickering.

“They slept at Max’s last night, I’ll text them.” Seth said. I hung up and walked naked into the kitchenette and made us some coffee; still naked. Before the other guys even got out of bed their phones dinged. It was Seth inviting them to breakfast. They accepted but turned down the offer of a ride saying they wanted to walk.

We drank our coffee and talked. There were no regrets! It was an amazing experience for the three of us. Eric and Max had gone through a bit of a rough patch recently and they had some long hard talks about their relationship. Eric identified as Pansexual, and Max considered himself still questioning. They were both obviously gay leaning, but still exploring. They told me how they had discussed experimenting with a third, male or female, and maybe even trying a more serious throuple relationship with someone. Their logic was that this was their time to experiment, so why limit themselves. I found the two of them not only hot, but fascinating. They didn’t see their sexuality as black or white, there was a lot of gray areas to explore. Shit, I was game to be their Guinea pig.

After coffee, we took showers. It was way too fucking tight for three of us in there so, one by one we quickly showered. I got dressed in clean clothes while the other two put on the same clothes they wore last night, hoping no one would notice. In about forty-five minutes we were headed out the door into the cold Wisconsin winter.

On the walk to Ma Fischer’s, we decided not to share our “experiment” with Seth and Zach, we also decided to experiment more in the future. We got about a block from the restaurant and the guys headed west and walked a couple of blocks down so they could circle the restaurant and enter from the direction of campus so that Seth and Zach didn’t get suspicious. I got there first and Seth and Zach were already seated at a table waiting for us.

“Hey guys!” I said as I took off my heavy coat and put it on the back of the chair. “Are Eric and Max coming?” I asked with such conviction that I could’ve gotten an Emmy for my acting.

“We drove, but they wanted to walk” Seth said. “I think they’re still kind of fighting.” They weren’t even slightly suspicious. Good! The waitress brough me a cup of coffee, Seth told her we were still waiting on two others, so she took off and waited on another table. “So, are you ready to start classes?” Seth asked.

“Yup. I can’t wait. I freaking love it here! I’m learning my way around, I even figured out the bus schedule to get me to campus on time.” I said with enthusiasm. “I even like my new shrink.”

“How’s your leg?” Seth asked with concern.

“Sore, but much better” I replied. I knew he was worried about me. When I got attacked, he and Zach borrowed a car and drove to Chicago to be by my side. He was also the one that helped me come out and convinced me to tell my parents I was being bullied. Seth was like a brother to me. We tried to be more when we were younger, but being best friends is where we landed. He would freak out if he knew I had a three-way with Max and Eric. He would worry that I would get hurt. He saw me as a lot more fragile than I really was. I appreciated his concern but knew exactly what I was doing. If anything, getting attacked made me stronger, tougher, more confident than ever. When I was lying in that hospital bed, I had decided that I was going to enjoy the fuck out of life. And that’s exactly what I was doing.

After I was there about five minutes Max and Eric walked in. They took off their coats and sat down, no one noticed that they hadn’t changed. They said hello, Max even mistakenly called me “Kyle” for good measure. Seth corrected him. No one was the wiser.

We all ate breakfast together as friends. Max and Seth paid me another visit later that night. No doubt about it; moving to Milwaukee was the best decision I had ever made.

To be continued…