Off Campus

Seth’s Perspective

It was the Tuesday after Labor Day and the Fall Semester had officially begun. We had all settled into our new place nicely and Brody seemed to blend in with our group seamlessly. I was excited to start my new classes. My first class of the semester was Psychology, Max was in the same class, so we walked to campus together. Zach and I had gone up north to his parents for a picnic on Labor Day and I hadn’t seen any of the guys since Sunday afternoon.

“Did you guys have fun with Zach’s family?” Max asked.

“Yeah, I love them, they’re a lot of fun. His dad hosted a big shindig at the country club and I played the perfect boyfriend” I responded giving him all the details. “What did you guys do? Just hang at the house?”

“Yup. We just barbequed, drank on the porch, got a throuple’s massage from Brody, just a boring weekend” Max said looking straight ahead with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“WHAT?! Seriously?” I shouted as I hit him on the back.

He looked up at me with that devilish smile on his face “oh my god, Seth. It was amazing!” He giggled the words out; I was totally in shock and wanted every frigging detail. “We talked him into it when we were all drunk Saturday night at the party. He had me prep the room then came down Sunday night, lined us up on the bed and gave us a hot-stone massage. The guy is talented as fuck! He had all three of us so relaxed.”

“And horned up I’m guessing” I replied.

Max let out a guttural laugh under his breath “It was so damn hot! Cam started in the middle with me and Eric on either side…” he started the story and told me every sensual, erotic detail about how the three of them caressed and fondled each other as Brody massaged their naked bodies.

“Was it a massage, or a “massage”?” I asked using air-quotes.

“Well, he got us all going. Near the end we were all lying on our backs with me in the middle, and he finished up by massaging my chest and abs. While he was massaging me, I was stroking off Eric and Cam, they both came…”

“Holy shit! You were jerking them off in front of Brody?!” I asked in awe as we walked.

Max gave me that dirty little grin of his “Yup, and after they came, they both went down on me.”

“OH MY GOD! Right in front of Brody??!!” It had always amazed me how my friends had no inhibitions when it came to sex, but I guess to be in a relationship like theirs you had to let go and just let things happen.

“Yup. I even shot my load down Eric’s throat while he watched.”

“What did Brody do?!” I asked with awe in my voice. I couldn’t get enough of this story.

“He just finished the massage like a true pro, but before he could leave Eric yanked his shorts down and I took his cock down my throat” Max said still grinning ear-to-ear as my jaw dropped to the ground in shock. “So, I guess technically Eric turned it from a massage to a “massage” he added using air-quotes like I had earlier.

Brody. Sweet, adorable, shy as fuck, innocent Brody?! I couldn’t believe it. “What the hell did the poor guy do?”

“Poor guy?” Max blurted back, “He had three studs engulfing his junk. Poor guy my ass… he won the lottery” he laughed. I just kept listening and begging for more of the story. “I had his cock down my throat…”

“Oh my god, what was his cock like?” I asked caught up in the story now and begging for every dirty detail.

“It was beautiful, between seven and eight inches, meaty, and it looked huge on his tight little body. Damn Seth, it was so fucking hot. The three of us were so turned on from his sensual touch. Cam licked his balls and Eric ate his sweet little hole until he shot down my throat.”

“I can’t believe he joined you guys” was all I could stammer out, still at a loss for words.

“It’s not like we gave him much of a choice. The massage was so freaking wild, we had to pay the guy back.” Max giggled, and his story had me going. We got to our class and through the entire lecture all I could think of was the four of them. I know I’ve said it before, but their relationship fascinated me, I could never be that wild and sexually open. I was so lucky to have connected with Zach, He was my everything, I didn’t need more. One-on-one monogamy was the perfect fit for me, but that doesn’t mean that the idea of three, or four, or more, or whatever didn’t get me hot and horned up.

I finished out my morning classes with my mind in the gutter and a hardon in my pants. I met Zach for lunch at the burger place across from campus. We talked about our first classes, seeing old friends, etc., then I told him what Max had shared with me on the way to school.

“Oh my god! We leave for one night and they have a freaking orgy” Zach laughed with that infectious smile on his face and a sparkle in his eye. “Brody?!” Zach said in a hushed, excited tone as he leaned over the table “Quiet, little Brody?! I can’t believe they pulled him into that.” Zach wanted every detail, and I told him everything I knew.

After we finished lunch, he grabbed his backpack and headed to the bathroom telling me he’d meet me outside. I pulled out some cash and left it on the table to pay the tab and leave a tip. I was getting ready to head out the door to meet Zach on the sidewalk when I got a wild hair up my ass. I turned on my heels and walked toward the bathroom. It was a single stall room at the end of a long hallway in the very back of the restaurant. I knocked quietly on the locked door and Zach yelled “occupied.”

“Open up” I said in a hushed voice looking around to make sure the coast is clear “It’s me.”

“Seth?” He said in a quiet voice as he opened the door a crack. I pushed the door wide open, slammed it shut, locked it, and pushed him up against the tile wall all in one fell swoop. “What the fuck are you doing?” He whispered before I shoved my tongue down his throat. His eyes were wide open in surprise as I passionately kissed him and fumbled with his belt and zipper, quickly undoing his pants, and dropping them to his ankles. “What if we get caught?”

“Then we find a new place for lunch” I said between kisses. I wanted him… no, I needed him right then and there. This was gonna happen. Zach was as horny as I was and it didn’t take much until he gave in to the moment. We were kissing each other with a savage passion as our hands fumbled with each other’s buttons, zipper, and belts trying to eliminate the fabric that separated our hot bodies. Soon we were naked with Zach’s buttocks pushed tight against the cold tile. I licked and kissed my way down his torso, and past his abs until I reached his manhood. I didn’t hesitate to drop to my knees and lick it from balls to tip. I looked up to see his beautiful face peering down on me with a blissful look of anticipation. He put his hand on my head and gently ran his fingers through my hair. His gentle rubbing turned into gentle pushing as he encouraged me to take him deeper (not like I needed the encouragement). His cockhead hit the back of my throat, I swallowed, massaging him with my throat muscles. He moaned in pleasure as he planted both hands firmly on my head. As he started to push into me there was a knock on the door.

“Occupied” Zach yelled as he started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. He was on a mission, but so was I and it wasn’t the same one. Breaking the grip he had on my head, I stood up, kissed him hard, then flipped him around and went back down on my knees, this time my target was his sweet little pucker. I parted his cheeks with my hands and darted my tongue into his hole, there was no time for teasing, I just went for it. I inhaled his musk deeply as I mauled his sweet hole with everything I had. His scent was exactly what I needed to quench my intense desire. I had no idea how long I spent eating him out or even what time it was. Shit, I was probably late for my next class but who the hell cared? This. THIS is where I wanted to be.

It took a lot of will power on my part, but I pulled away from that perfect, musky asshole and stood. Zach was bracing himself against the wall as I kissed his neck, nibbled his ears, and whispered “I’m gonna fuck you right here.” He turned his face and we devoured each other’s mouths.

“Do it. Fuck me, Seth” Zach said involuntarily into my mouth. His lust had taken over, he had no control. I spit in my hand, slicked up my cock before I lined it up with his hole. It wasn’t the ideal situation but desperate times called for desperate measures… and I was desperate as fuck. “fuck me, Seth” Zach moaned, desperately begging me to take him. I pushed hard and Zach yelped in pain as my manhood moved all the way into his passage until my balls slapped his perfect ass. “Fuck that hurt” Zach said in a low, guttural voice. “Just wait a second” I stopped as he breathed through the pain. “Pull out slowly” he instructed. When I was halfway out, he said “Okay, slowly move back in,” I did “Yeah, that’s it, move slowly, babe.” Our fuck started out a little too rough, but now we were getting the prefect rhythm as we always did. He stroked his dick as I fucked him, working ourselves into a frothy passion that I could only feel with him. People periodically knocked on the door and each time Zach just yelled “occupied.”

“I’m cumming” I grunted into his ear.

“Fuck yeah you are! Shoot you loan in me, pump me hard” Zach moaned, needing me, wanting me. That was all I needed; I gave him my all. Spurt after spurt of my thick, salty cum flooded his bowels. The warm seed worked as a lubricant making me want to fuck him more as he begged and my manhood softened.

“Fuck!” I said through my heavy breathing as I pulled out of him, flipped him around another time, and dropped to my knees yet again. I engulfed his cock with my warm, wet mouth. I barely got him in me before he pulled my head tight against him and shot deep down my throat. Once we were both spent the reality of our situation hit us. We were in a public restroom with people wanting to get in, in the middle of the day. I checked the time and had about 5 minutes to get to my next class. I gave Zach a quick, cum-filled kiss then we tried to clean up. We could only do a half-assed job with the rough brown paper towels from the dispenser, but we did what we could.

We pulled on our clothes, gave each other a final kiss then I unlocked the door and headed out into the hallway trying to look natural. When the door opened, there was Teddy in the hallway waiting to use the bathroom. He greeted me with “Damn, Seth. It took you long enough.” Then he stepped into the bathroom and saw Zach. He let out a loud laugh, “I shoulda’ known, you two fucking horn dogs couldn’t even wait until you got home.” There was little doubt in my mind that all our friends would soon know about our mid-day triste.

Zach and I were bright red with embarrassment as we walked back to campus for our next classes. When we got to the spot where we had to part ways, I kissed him and we both burst out loud laughing. “What are the chances that Teddy would be there waiting to get in?!” Zach said. Yeah, we were busted but didn’t care. It was fucking worth it.

My first day of classes went well, I had to work a four-hour shift after my last class, then headed home. I got home the same time as Brody. We talked in the yard for a few minutes, then he agreed to come up and hang with me and Zach on our balcony for a beer after dinner. Zach and I had just finished eating and doing the dishes when Brody came up the back steps. “Hey” he said as he came through the open kitchen door.

“HEY!” Zach boomed back as he reached in the fridge and threw our guest a beer. The three of us headed out onto the front balcony. This was one of the first times we were out there, we had been spending most of our time on the porch below. But I liked it up there and decided I wanted to spend more time there. We sat on the old patio set that one of our neighbors had given us and just talked.

After we talked about our first day back at school, Brody asked, “Where were y’all this weekend?” I assumed he was trying to confirm that we were gone and didn’t hear what happened downstairs.

Zach told him about his dad’s big party at the Country Club and how we barely got back in time for classes this morning. Then he asked with a shit-eating grin that screamed ‘I already know the answer’ “What did YOU do this weekend?”

Brody started in with some bullshit answer about painting, etc. when he looked over and saw our faces “Fuck” he said elongating the ‘u’ with his southern twang. “Y’all know already, dontcha’?” We just grinned. “I can’t believe they told you?”

“Yeah, we share everything” I said

“Hell, yeah you do! Gossip, food, cars, boyfriends. It’s like a got-dam hippycommune up in here” He spewed, his voice fast and loud, and his endearing Southern accent heavier than I had ever heard it before. Oh my, god! Zach and I were both cracking up. “Whut?” He said looking at us blankly as we laughed at his rant.

“Welcome to the commune, brother” Zach said as he leaned over and clinked his beer bottle against Brody’s. The adorable man smiled through his embarrassment, then we all laughed. He knew he was among friends and no one was judging him.

As their bottles clinked, Zach winced in pain, then put his bottle on the table next to him and rubbed his shoulder. “Is it giving you trouble again?” I asked.

“Yup. It got bumped in practice this afternoon.” Zach said.

“What’s wrong?” Brody asked. Zach had dislocated his should in an ATV accident during spring break last year. He went to PT and it was healed for the most part, but still acted up occasionally. He updated Brody on his injury. “Stand up and take off your shirt” Brody said as he put down his beer, stood and took the couple of steps to meet Zach in the middle of the balcony. Brody got behind Zach and looked at his shoulder and asked a few questions. Then he rubbed his back a bit “Does that feel better?” he asked.

It was obvious by the look on Zach’s beautiful face that it did “Hell yeah, that feels great.”

“Your muscles are still tender; they just need some attention. If you want, I could give you a rub down. I’ve got some ointment that would help.” Brody offered helpfully.

“Over my dead body” I said quietly as I sipped my beer. Both guys laughed.

“I aint a whore, Seth. I’m a masseuse. I swear I’ll be professional; I can do it right here and you can watch.” Brody said. I felt bad.

“I was just kidding, Brody.” I said.

“Duh” was all Brody said, he had gotten the joke. “I’m serious, though, I can help. I’ll be right back.” Brody left to go upstairs and get the ointment, he returned shortly with Witchy scampering behind him. We moved the chairs around so he could access Zach’s back. Zach and I both sat, Witchy jumped onto my lap, and Brody went to work on Zach’s shoulder. I could see the instant relief on Zach’s face. “Seth, come here, let me show you how to do this so you can treat his shoulder if it gives him trouble.” I pushed Witchy off my lap and stood, she instantly jumped up on Zach.

Brody moved back to let me in, squeezing ointment into my hands and guiding them to Zach’s shoulder. His hands were soft, but strong and moved purposefully. Brody explained where to rub and how much pressure to apply. He instructed Zach to tell me when something hurt or eased the pain so that I could learn what was working. I was getting into it and so was Zach, Brody was an amazing teacher.

As I worked the sore shoulder, I heard a voice yell “HEY! What are you guys doing up there?! Come down here and hang on the porch” it was Cam yelling from the front yard.

“We’re hanging out up here tonight, come on up” Zach yelled back. It was a matter of minutes before the guys bound up the back steps. Cam and Eric were toting a cooler full of beer, and Max was pulling in a couple of chairs from the kitchen. It was an instant party celebrating our first day of classes. The guys all watched as I massaged Zach’s shoulder under Brody’s close tutelage. The 6 of us just hung out on the balcony having a great time. At the end of the night, we headed to our apartments, Brody left his tube of ointment and told me where I could buy some more.

The next couple of days were pretty much the same… more new classes, more work shifts, more practice for Zach. On Friday I took a quick trip to the drugstore on the way home to buy another tube of ointment, damn that shit was expensive! I decided to buy a couple tubes, one for Zach and another to pay Brody back. When I got back to the duplex, I climbed the stairs up to Brody’s apartment to give him the ointment. When I knocked, he yelled “Come on in” No making me wait, or hiding, he just invited me in. He was getting comfortable with us.

“Hey, thanks for showing me how to take care of Zach’s shoulder” I said as I walked in. I pulled out the tube of ointment and said “Here, I bought you a new one.”

“Oh, thanks. How’s his shoulder feeling?”

“Great! He didn’t have any pain at all this week, I’ve been massaging it every night. Thanks for your help.” Brody was at his easel and Witchy was at his feet. I looked over his shoulder to see what he was painting. At first, he was blocking the easel, but when he moved to clean his brush I got a good look. It was three men naked on a bed, the one in the middle had flaming red hair and a hand coming in from off the canvas resting on his ass. It was obvious what inspired him.

Brody caught me looking, he turned red, and with a nervous laugh said, “Sometimes I just get inspired.” He truly was an amazing artist. The detail was incredible and there was something so sensual about it. Maybe I was reading more into it, but I saw it as a declaration of inclusion. The hand was there, and an integral part of the scene, but still out of the spotlight. It just symbolized so much for me, it explained Brody, he wanted to be included, but not the focus. Inclusion on his own terms. Like I said, I was probably reading a lot into it, but it was a beautiful painting that expressed his own definition of inclusion. I saw it as an awesome thing. We talked about it for a moment, but he obviously didn’t like talking about his work or himself, although I had no clue why because he was amazing. We talked for a few more minutes as I watched him work. When I left, I reminded him that we were all cooking out that night. From then on, Brody was pretty much one of us. The guys downstairs had their life together, Zach and I had ours, and Brody had his but we were all there for each other and spent a lot of time together. And no matter what else was going on, we made time to eat together at least once a week… even Brody.

September went by fast and we were just into October. I grew up Texas, then Arizona, but I loved fall in Wisconsin. It was a crisp Saturday morning and I had the day off, that was rare. I was sitting on the balcony in my sweats, tapping away on my laptop, working on a term paper when my phone rang. It was my brother Brad.

“Hey Brad, what’s going on?”

“Hey buddy, how’s School?” He asked. I updated him on everything and we made small talk for a little bit. Then he took on a more serious tone, “Listen, Seth. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about inviting father and mother for Thanksgiving and talking to the guys” he said. My father was a religious zealot who had been estranged from us for a few years, I had visited him at the end of last semester and was hoping to rebuild my relationship with him. He seemed to have changed a lot, and I asked my brother to consider inviting him to Thanksgiving dinner with our family and friends. Our Thanksgivings were a big deal. Brad’s brother-in-law and his husband would host a huge dinner for family and friends, mostly gay. We would do charity work in the morning to give back, and then have a huge feast with the people we loved most. Zach went home with me the year before and couldn’t wait to go back.

“And…” I asked in anticipation.

“I just can’t do it. Our Thanksgivings are a tradition, and important to our friends. Almost everyone is gay or bi and you know Father. It won’t work.” I heard his words, I knew he was right, but I was disappointed, but before I could say anything he added, “I have a proposal. What if we keep Thanksgiving for us and our friends, then on Friday we invite Father and Mother to the house for our own Thanksgiving, just our family. We can even invite Theresa and Mary.” I was the youngest of six kids and seemingly the only one that wanted a relationship with my parents. I hated to admit it, but Brad was right, Thanksgiving was a big deal to our “village” and Father would make it awkward as hell. I also thought his proposal was fair.

“So, you’ll invite them for dinner with just our family on the Friday after Thanksgiving?” I said with just a little excitement in my voice.

“No. That’s your job” Brad said. “Scotty, Eli, and Brian are in, you’ll need to call Mary and Theresa, and invite Mother and Father. This is your event baby brother.” It was obvious that Brad was only doing this to make me happy. Well, whatever the reason, he agreed to it and I appreciated it. After spending so much time with Zach’s family over the past year, I was longing for a relationship with my parents… any relationship. This was my shot to make it happen. I thanked Brad and hung up. I immediately called my sisters who both hesitantly agreed to try to make it.

Then I called my dad. I had been in touch with him since the end of last semester. “Seth! It’s good to hear from you, how’s the semester going?” Dad said as he answered the phone, excited to hear from me.

“Good, I’m doing good in all my classes and the new apartment is working out great” I responded.

“How’s Zach?” He asked, surprising me with his question. Zach came with me when I went to visit my Dad in Texas. Dad seemed genuinely happy that I had someone important in my life, which was a far cry from how he reacted to Brad coming out. He and a couple members of his “church” kidnapped him and had planned to put him through conversion therapy, that’s just one of the horrendous things he did to his family in the name of god. But I believed he had changed and was ready to give him a chance.

“He’s doing great. It’s the middle of the soccer season so he’s spending a lot of time practicing and playing.” I responded. We made small talk for a little bit then I asked him. “Dad, will you and Mom come to Phoenix for a family gathering the Friday after Thanksgiving?”

It was quiet on the other end of the line “Who else will be there, son?” He asked sheepishly. I knew my Dad doubted very much that my brothers and sisters would welcome him with open arms. He had done some horrible things over the years and basically lost all his children as a result. I was the first to make a move to rebuild our relationship.

“Listen, Dad” I said in a stern tone. “This is me. I’m the one who wants this to happen more than anything” I truly did. “all the guys have agreed, and Mary and Theresa said they would try to make it down, but no promises.” I took a breath, then continued, “It’s going to suck, Dad. But there needs to be a first step if you’re ever going to have any kind of relationship with us again.”

Dad was silent for a bit and finally responded, “I know it took courage for you to pull this together, Seth, and I really want to have a relationship with all of you, but…” He paused “it’s going to be rough…” he paused again. “If your mother is on board, then I accept.”

After I hung up with my dad, I called Brad and updated him. Thanksgiving was still almost two months away, but the wheels were in motion. Our family was going to be together for the first time in four years.

To be continued…

Author’s note: If you want to know more about Seth’s family, please read my other stories Adulting, and Losing My Religion. Adulting tells the story of Seth’s brother Brad and his husband Scotty and how they went from college party boys to the guardians of three teenage boys, raising them in a safe home away from their religious zealot of a father. Losing My Religion follows Seth as he goes off to college and builds a life of his own as he works on balancing a relationship with god and being gay.