Off Campus

Max’s Perspective

Fuck! Things were getting awkward. I was hesitant to break up our situation and move on because I thought it would be awkward having to live in the flat with Cam and Eric if we weren’t all together. But the two of them were cool about it and supportive, it wasn’t bad at all, in fact the transition to just being their roommate was going great. Things with Brody were moving forward and everything felt right. But when I walked in on Cam and Eric in a four-way with their new, huge-cocked friends, the shit hit the fan inside my head. I don’t know, suddenly I felt like the outsider, left out, jealous, betrayed.

I know, I know, it was my idea to move on and they had every right to do the same, and I was happy as hell with Brody, he was perfect for me and I was convinced he was THE one. I had no idea why I felt the way I did when I walked into that room and saw the four of them going at it, all I know is that I didn’t react well. I got into a fight with Eric and stormed out… frankly, it’s none of my damn business what, or who they do; It was my idea to break up with THEM. I was at least trying to be discreet about my relationship with Brody in front of them, and I was pissed that they were flaunting their sex life in front of me. But in all fairness, they probably thought I was out for the night.

When I ran up to Brody’s place that night after our fight, he just held me while I sobbed. He asked me what was wrong and when I wouldn’t answer he just put his arms around me and consoled me. No pushing me for answers or getting mad because I wouldn’t tell him what was wrong, he just supported me. Damn, he was a good guy, maybe better than I deserved. The next day I talked to Seth about it. He didn’t judge me either, he just listened and asked me questions that made me think through everything. He asked me if I was ready for monogamy; I thought it was a strange question, but it was a great one. Honestly, I didn’t know the answer, I had never thought about it. I mean in theory, the idea of being with just one person for the rest of my life sounded wonderful, and Seth and Zach made it look perfect and easy. But maybe I wasn’t built to be monogamous, or maybe I just wasn’t ready yet, or maybe I didn’t know what the hell I wanted. Seth encouraged me to talk to Brody about it.

It was Friday night and I had effectively avoided Cam and Eric Since Monday night when I walked in on them. They were working together most of the week so they were both gone until 8:00PM every night, I made sure I was in my room with the door locked or up at Brody’s place by the time they came home. One night I even slept in Zach and Seth’s spare room to avoid them. Neither of them made any attempt to reach out and talk about it yet, I guess they were avoiding me too. We had another six months left on our lease, and I couldn’t live like this until then, I’d have to face the music sooner or later.

Brody took me to dinner at this little Mexican place on the South side. It had been there forever; the food was cheap and the Chili Relleno was legendary. Brody knew all these hidden gems in the city and he was sharing them with me one by one. While we were eating, he finally asked me “Y’all ready to talk about what’s going on between you, Cam, and Eric?” The restaurant wasn’t loud, but it was buzzing with activity and nobody could really hear what we were saying.

I put my fork down, leaned back in my chair, and sighed “I guess I owe you an explanation.” Ready to pour my heart out and attack the difficult subject of my broken friendship.

Before I could say anything else he reached over and took my hand, looked me in the eyes and said “you don’t owe me shit, Maxwell. But I’m here if you want to talk about it, I know it’s bothering you.”

That choked me up. This kind, incredible guy expected nothing from me, but was ready to give me everything at the same time. I may not have owed him an explanation, but he sure as hell deserved one; so, I told him. I told him about what I walked in on a few nights earlier, about my reaction to it, about not understanding why it upset me, about my conflicted feelings on monogamy; all of it. He listened. That’s all. He listened. He didn’t judge me or tell me my feelings were right or wrong. He just listened and then said with a sweet smile, “Well, let’s just keep working on us while you try to figure out you and see where we land. I’m here for you.” He just wanted me. He didn’t seem to care about the details. The only response I could give him was an appreciative smile. Fuck, I didn’t deserve him, but I vowed to myself that night that I would do whatever it took to be the guy he deserved. He continued to hold my hand throughout dinner.

After dinner he invited me to stay at his place. I gladly accepted, I loved being alone with Brody, but it also meant I could avoid Cam and Eric for another night. When we got back to the duplex, things were quiet. Our flat was dark, and there were lights on at Zach and Seth’s place; we made our way up to Brody’s. For the next couple of hours, he painted with some dubbed, Spanish teen drama streaming on Netflix in the background. I binge watched while he painted. It occurred to me that even though Brody didn’t like being around people as a rule, he seemed to like being around ME. This guy really liked me, and I really liked him. Oh hell, I loved him! He didn’t give a shit about my past so why should I. I decided that I would deal with Cam and Eric the next day and let the chips fall where they may. I’d either fix the situation or make it worse… either way I would know where I stood with them; I needed to clear the air.

I moved over to Brody’s bed and laid down as I continued to watch TV, Witchy came with me. Brody started cleaning up his paints and joined me on the bed. I leaned over and kissed him as I whispered, “thank you for listening tonight and thanks for letting me stay here.”

He kissed me back “I’m here for you. Besides, I like having you around” He said with a smile as he looked in my eyes. “Max, you can’t avoid them forever. And that’s all I’m gonna say about the subject.” Then he kissed me again and our lips stayed locked for a while. His supportive kiss turned into a passionate tongue exploration. Damn that man could kiss! His lips felt so soft on mine and his tongue exploring my mouth was so freaking erotic, I was getting hard as a rock. We were both still fully clothed and I started feeling up my new boyfriend over his tight, paint-splattered jeans. When he moaned in my mouth it just intensified my passion and I moaned back into his doing the same. We seemed to be on some kind of lusty loop as my actions made him hornier, his did the same to me. Soon we were ripping each other’s clothes off. It got comical at one point as he tried to pull my shirt over my head and it got stuck, we were laughing as we both struggled to free my face. When my face popped free Brody’s smiling face was in front of me and I kissed it. I kissed it hard! The passion was flowing through us as we continued to free each other from the bonds of our clothing. When we were finally naked, I went down on his perfect slab of man-meat. I licked up and down from balls to tip, twirling my tongue around this hot, hard, veiny shaft as I did. At first, he laid back on the pillows with his arms behind his head and just enjoyed the warmth and masterful motions of my mouth on his cock. I sucked him off until my jaw was sore, it was a wonderful pain.

“Roll over” I grunted. Brody complied without question or hesitation, then there it was right in front of me… his perfect, white, bubble butt. DAMN! I wanted to fuck him so bad, but he was a total top and not willing to give it up (at least not yet). I was on a mission; I knew it would take a while but I could be patient. Meanwhile, I decided a tongue-fuck was a good start. I moved between his legs, lifted his ass up a bit until it was up in the air and at the perfect height. His knees were on the bed and his face was in the pillow. I pulled his firm cheeks apart, then licked his crack from bottom to top and back a few times before I started teasing his hole with my tongue. He was moaning and writhing as I worked my magic. After a couple of minutes, I darted my tongue into his tight, pink, virgin pucker. I pulled back just enough to look at it as it winked at me, it was so cute. I know it sounds weird to call someone’s asshole cute, but it really was! I went back to work and started to tongue-fuck him. I never heard him moan so loud, he loved it!

He reached back with both hands and pulled my face deep into his hole “Oh fuck, Maxwell. Keep doing what you’re doing. Oh fuuuuuuuck.” His voice was deep and guttural and his accent stronger than ever as he begged me to tongue fuck him. As I obliged his request, I decided to take a risk. I licked my index finger and circled his sweet little hole causing him to moan even more. Finally, I pushed it in. “No, Max” he said sternly as he grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. “I know what y’all are doing and I aint gonna bottom.” He said.

“I know” I responded as I pulled my wrist free from his hand. “It’s just a finger, just let me in, if you hate it I’ll pull out and go back to rimming you.” That was enough motivation for him to put his face back into the pillow and let me proceed. I licked some more, rimming him and making his hole nice and slick. After a few minutes I tried my finger assault once again. This time he moaned as I did. “Push out” I whispered. He did, and I watched his tight manhole swallow my finger one knuckle at a time until it was all the way in. I twirled it around and tried to find his prostate as he clenched his sphincter around my probing digit.

“Holy fuck, Maxwell! What the hell was that?!” He groaned in a lustful voice. I found it! I smiled a big evil smile as I discovered his prostate and started to massage it with my finger. The whimpers of pleasure from Brody’s sweet lips were my reward. I started to toggle between my tongue and finger giving his hole my full attention. He was going out of his ever loving mind. The more pleasure it gave him, the harder I worked it. He was in another world, pushing his ass back, begging me for more. I thought about trying to fuck him, but I knew there was no way he was ready for that. He had made it clear over and over that he was not willing to bottom… yet.

“Flip over” I commanded as my finger retracted; he complied. I quickly devoured his manhood taking him deep down my throat. He moaned my reward, begging for more as he started pushing my face into his groin and moving his hips up to bury himself deeper. I inhaled through my nose and took in his clean, musky smell. Fuck, it was amazing. Brody was thrusting up and face fucking me, his balls were riding up and he was obviously close. I reached into the drawer to find his bottle of lube, never taking my attention away from his cock. I lubed up my own hole as I sucked him off, then without notice I pulled my mouth off him and mounted him. I grabbed his hard cock in my hand, lined it up with my hole, and sat on it, sliding all the way down until his pubic hairs ticked my lily white ass. I bounced up and down like a mad man as I leaned down, put a hand on his chest, my free arm around his neck and kissed him. He was thrusting into me as I bounced and the friction was amazing. We both moaned and groaned in ecstasy as we kissed with abandon. I pulled out of our kiss, leaned back, and grabbed my own cock stroking it furiously.

“I’m ready to shoot, Maxwell” Brody grunted motivating me to pump my meat harder. “Fuck” he whispered at first, “Fuck!” He said louder. “FUUUUUUUUUUCCCK” He yelled as he fucked into me harder and faster until he gave a final thrust and shot his load deep into me. I shot a powerful load at almost the same time, maybe ten seconds behind him. My first spurt hit his face; his head was thrashing side to side as he stuck out his tongue trying to get a taste of me. I shot again, and again as he unloaded into me at the same time. I continued to ride him until his cock went flaccid. I finally dismounted him, his cum seeping from my well-fucked hole.

“Gotdammit, Max. that was hot as HELL” he said breathlessly in his deep southern accent pronouncing ‘hell’ as ‘hail.’ God he was so cute. I laid next to him and we kissed some more. Then he just looked at me and grinned. He touched my face “I love being with you” he said.

He said the “L” word. It wasn’t an official ‘I love you’ but it was damn close. All I could do was smile wide and respond, “me too.” We stared at each other for a while, then moved to our sides and he spooned me into a restful sleep.

We woke up early Saturday morning and Brody drove me to pick up some donuts and coffee. When we got back to the duplex, he kissed me and said “good luck” as he retreated up to his studio alone, and I went to into my flat to clean up the mess I made.

I entered my flat with a heavy sigh, put the box of donuts and cups of coffee on the dining room table (the same one Cam was bent over while getting his ass eaten… god I hoped they had cleaned it since). I grabbed a Boston cream donut and a cup of coffee while I waited for the guys to wake up. It wasn’t long before Cam emerged from the bedroom with Eric behind him both in their underwear.

“Donuts!” Cam said as he yawned, scratched himself and walked toward the open box.

“You still live here?” Eric said in a snotty tone, which maybe I deserved.

“I wanted to talk to you guys, are you alone?” I asked.

“Oh, fuck you. Yes, we’re alone, don’t be a dick” Eric barked back.

“Chill out, Eric” said Cam coming to my defense. “It was a fair question” then he looked at me, “Yes. We’re alone.” He smiled at me as he grabbed a cup of coffee and took a sip while he inspected the donuts, finally picking one up and putting it on a napkin in front of him. “So, what’s up?”

“I um…” I didn’t know what to say, “wanted to apologize for the other night.”

“Apology not accepted” jumped Eric.

“God, Eric. Chill the fuck out already” Cam said shaking his head, obviously annoyed with him.

“I should’ve reacted better. I don’t know it just caught me off guard.” I tried to explain.

Cam nodded understandingly and was about to speak when Eric cut him off and angrily barked, “What? That we were having sex in OUR own home? We have every freaking right to…”

“Eric, shut up” Cam said. Cam was being rational and understanding and was on my side (which surprised me). I expected Cam to be all emotional and Eric to be the calm one, that’s how this usually worked. “Listen, I’m sorry. We thought you were gone, but we should’ve kept it in the bedroom. I appreciate how discreet you’ve been with Brody; it’s made everything easier for me.” He was being sincere and supportive.

“Fuck that” chided Eric. “We moved in together so we could be sexually open, just because you changed your mind doesn’t mean we have to change. You can just fucking deal with it.” He was combative and angry. Obvious this was about more than sex, he had other issues with me. “Ya’ know, I’m pissed that you can’t make up your mind. You want to be with me, then you want the three of us, now it’s Brody…” Eric went on a rant pretty much blaming me for every issue we ever had. Cam tried to stop him at one point but I told him to keep going and get it all out. When he was done, he just glared at me with a hateful look on his face.

I sat in silence for a bit, then said quietly “That’s an interesting take on history.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Eric asked, obviously still pissed at me.

“I can’t make up MY mind?” I said adding, “project much, Eric?!” then I let him have it, We’d been together about a year and a half and there was a lot built up. “YOU’RE the one who calls yourself “pansexual” (I used air quotes), because you want to keep your options open. You told me you loved me, then you went home last Christmas and fucked your ex-girlfriend. I forgave you, and then Cam comes into the picture and you want a three-way relationship, so I agreed. One day you want men, then a woman, then two men, now apparently four! Don’t put your issues on me asshole, you’re the one who can’t make up your damn mind” I yelled. By this point Eric was pissed and stormed out. Cam and I sat at the table, drank coffee, ate donuts, and talked rationally. I couldn’t believe how calm and understanding he was.

“Listen, Max. I love you and want you to be happy, I think Brody’s a better fit for you than what the three of us had. It’s gotta be awkward living here with us as a couple and it’s not fair for us to flaunt our sex life in your face. I promise we’ll be more discreet and respectful” Cam said making eye contact with me the entire time. I looked back at him appreciatively and thanked him. He had to get ready for work so we ended our discussion with a hug, and a promise to respect each other. Eric came back out and we both apologized, but nothing was resolved between us.

A couple of more weeks went by and Cam and I had become close again, Eric and I were civil to each other, but that was about it. The six of us got together a couple of times for movie nights, or dinner and we all got along fine except for the two of us, we tried to keep our distance; it was our new normal. It was a Thursday night and I was in my room with the door shut studying when Eric came in and sat on the bed and shut the door behind him. “I think we need to talk.” He said.

“Okay. Talk” I said.

I must’ve sounded curt (I really didn’t mean to) because he responded, “god Max, you’re such a dick” with a scowl on his face

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be” I apologized. We talked it out for about an hour, there was a lot of unresolved baggage between us that neither of us ever admitted to before. By the end of our heart-to-heart, we agreed to coexist. I don’t think we were ever the same after all that, but at least we were friends again.

While we were sitting in my room, we heard a horn blasting in front of the duplex.

Seth’s Perspective

I heard a horn beeping and beeping in front of the duplex. They kept laying on the damn horn, it was driving me nuts. I went over to the front window, looked outside, and there it was. I would recognize it anywhere! MY car! “Zach” I yelled, “Dylan’s here with the car!” Brody’s brother Dylan was driving up from North Carolina with Grammaw’s car, but he wasn’t supposed to get here until Friday. I threw on some shoes and a sweatshirt and ran down the stairs with Zach following right behind. Dylan and Brody were standing next to the old green Buick waiting for me. “Hey Seth, this is my brother Dylan, and here’s your new car.” Brody said. I shook Dylan’s hand and thanked him for driving it up, but I never really looked at him. I couldn’t take my eyes off MY car. It was freaking beautiful!!!!

“I freaking love it” I said. It was a 25 year old, big old, 4-door, green monster with plastic covers on the seat: I had never seen a more beautiful car in my life.

As Dylan tossed me the keys he said, “Why don’t y’all take her for a spin.” Oh my god, his accent was deeper than Brody’s and I looked over at him and made eye contact with him for the first time. He was so fucking cute! He was the cub version of Brody, a little beefier with a beard and a brilliant smile. “Don’t mind the fast food wrappers, I aint cleaned it out from the trip yet. I’ll clean ‘er up for you in the morning.”

“Thanks for driving it all the way up here, Dylan. I really appreciate it” I said as I walked around inspecting my new ride.

“Aint no thing, I needed a good excuse to come up and see my baby bro and Red. Where the hell is Red anyway?” he asked. Brody took Dylan inside to get Max as Zach and I got into the car to go for our first ride.

“Holy shit!” laughed Zach, “this thing is like brand freaking new.” I turned the key and the engine purred like a kitten. I pulled the car away from the curb and onto the tree-lined street. She handled like a dream. I could not have asked for a better vehicle for my budget; I was in love. We drove through the east side and down Prospect avenue by the lakefront. “Can I drive?” Zach asked. I pulled into the empty parking lot by Bradford Beach and we switched places. “Man, this is perfect, Seth. I’m sorry I laughed at it” he said as he drove us back towards the duplex and pulled it onto the slab between his GTI and Cam’s Fiat. It was a behemoth compared to the other vehicles parked there, but I loved it. Dylan, Brody, and Max came out to greet us and unload Dylan’s bag. Dylan even grabbed all his trash from the car and promised to clean it up for me.

“So, you still want it?” Brody asked.

“HELL, YEAH, I DO!” I answered as Dylan and Brody laughed at me. “It’s beautiful.”

Dylan looked at me with that infectious smile, shook his head and said, “Bless your doll-baby heart.”

To be continued…