Cocklust

The next morning, Chad and I woke up to the sound of gasping and groaning in the next room. Apparently Amy and Dylan were fucking. I was a little grossed out at first, because after all, Amy was my damn sister. Then again, it didn’t seem worse than she’d walked in on me and Chad. I knew she had needs, the same way I did. So if she was getting good dick, I figured more power to her.

I never expected to see that dick for myself, but when Chad and I went to get ready, we caught Dylan in the middle of a shower. He’d apparently forgotten to lock the bathroom door, and we stepped back before he realized we were there. Even so, we got a hell of an eyeful, which was practically imprinted on my brain. Dylan’s shaft was nice and thick, still semi-hard from what he and Amy had done. His cockhead was downright beautiful, and his balls were swinging back and forth like a couple of pendulums. At that moment, he was sticking his face in the water, and he was letting it pour all over him.

“Damn,” Chad said as soon as were behind closed doors. “Your sister has good taste.”

“Don’t be getting ideas,” I said.

“You know I’m not,” he replied, “but you gotta admit, you can see why she’d dig that.”

“Yeah, well... I’ve seen better.”

“What do you mean?”

“When I first laid eyes on you. In our dorm showers, freshman year.”

“Oh. That.” Chad licked his lips. “I guess that was kind of an important moment....”

“Well yeah,” I said as I looked at his engagement ring. “Considering how far we’ve come....”

“Mm-hm.” He kissed my neck, then nibbled on my earlobe. “Though we still need to figure out what comes next.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he said, “before I can properly have marital relations with you—”

“Chad—”

“Are you saying you’d rather be living in sin?”

“Not exactly,” I said, “considering I was the one who proposed. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I mind a little sin—”

“Oh believe me, I know,” Chad replied. “And thank God for that.”

I gave him a kiss, and I wanted to go further, but I knew we couldn’t get too frisky. After all, we did need to hop in the shower as soon as it was free. “Anyway... you were saying? About what comes next?”

“Well, we’ve got a helluva lot to figure out,” Chad said. “About the wedding, I mean. I don’t know about you, but I don’t know where to start. Hell, I’ve never even seen a gay wedding.”

“That makes two of us,” I said, “though we could always ask Thaxter and Bruce... or maybe Tony and Craig.”

“Yeah I guess,” Chad replied, but before he could say anything more, we heard the bathroom door open. Chad looked in my eyes, and I nodded; we knew we’d need to save this conversation for later.

Our shower was pretty uneventful, though it got me pretty horny. After all, it did mean getting naked with Chad. We lathered up each other’s hair, followed by the rest of our bodies, while the steam swirled around us. I would’ve loved to have taken things further, but I knew we didn’t have time. Once again, we’d need to hold off till later.

We spent that whole morning with my family. Mom encouraged me to check out her and Dad’s old wedding stuff, which they’d kept in the attic. I wasn’t opposed to it, but I did feel like we needed to do first things first. We still hadn’t announced our engagement to Chad’s parents, nor his brother for that matter. As much as we wanted to put that off, we knew we really shouldn’t.

We ended up Skyping his mom that afternoon. Linda had obviously realized something was up, since Chad didn’t usually call her out of the blue. She brought Patrick into the room, so we got to tell them both at once. They both acted cool about it, though I’m not sure if they really knew what to make of it.

Of course the bigger issue was Chad’s dad, who was still in L.A. with his sister. We did feel like Pam would be in our corner, considering she was a lesbian herself. In fact, she even had Gladys join our Skype. But Bill’s reaction was exactly what we’d feared.

Chad was about halfway through his announcement when his dad butted in. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Why the hell would you want to marry a man?”

“Dad,” he said, “it’s called being gay—”

“Why can’t you just marry a girl like a normal person?”

Chad blinked. “A normal person?”

“I should’ve fucking made you enlist,” Bill said. “That would’ve kept you away from all that liberal bullshit.”

“Liberal bullshit?” Chad asked. “Dad, I was gay the day I was born. Hell, I was gay when you taught me to shoot hoops. And when you lectured me about my report card. And when you tried to tell me about the birds and the bees.”

“Oh please,” Bill replied. “You know you need to get help.”

“Dad—”

“A fucking psychiatrist, that’s what you need. I don’t know what the hell your mother did to you.”

Chad sneered. “I don’t think you want to go there.”

“Why not?”

“Because she’s not the one who fucked me up. Okay?”

“Woah,” I said without thinking. I wanted to tell them both to calm down, but I never got the chance.

“I didn’t raise you to be a faggot,” Bill was saying.

“You didn’t raise me at all,” Chad shot back. “You think you can spend all that time away from your kids, then parachute into our lives like we’re some other mission you’ve been given?”

“You ungrateful little shit—”

“And you wonder why your marriage didn’t last. Well, you know what? I’m not gonna make the same mistakes you did.”

Pam cleared her throat. “Now Chad—”

“Why are you letting him talk like this?” Chad asked. “Go ahead. Tell him what you really think.”

“Your father’s got a condition.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Chad snapped. “I was the one who took months out of my life to help him through it. But you know what? That’s not what made him homophobic.”

“Oh come on,” she said, “now show some respect.”

“I’m the one who needs to show some respect?” Chad asked. “Not to mention I’m the one who’s ungrateful?”

“Don’t talk that way to my brother.”

“Why are you defending him? He’s just as homophobic about you. You even said so yourself.”

Pam and Gladys exchanged looks. “Well....”

“Here’s the bottom line,” Chad said. “I’m getting married to Scott. Our guests are gonna be people who support us, and who care about us, and who are gonna be happy for us.”

“Chad—”

“If you want to be one of them, you can. And I seriously hope you do, you have no fucking idea... but if you’re gonna be an asshole about it, then we don’t need you there. Or in our lives for that matter. It’s your choice.”

Pam seemed like she was about to say something else, but before she could, Chad hung up the call. With that, their images disappeared from the screen, and the computer went silent.

Chad just sat there at first. Then he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and buried his face in his hands.

“I’m sorry babe,” was all I could say.

Chad’s phone started buzzing, and Pam’s name flashed up on the caller ID. Chad just scoffed and let the call go to voicemail. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” he said. “We knew this was coming.”

“Well... it doesn’t make it right.”

“I never said it did,” he replied. “But you know I was serious... with that part about him being part of our lives. Or not.”

I chewed my lip. It broke my heart to see how much Chad had tried to get through to his father. They’d obviously had their issues long before Chad and I had met. I hadn’t forgotten how Chad had struggled to come out, including how long he’d stayed in denial. And I definitely hadn’t forgotten what had felt like an eternity when we were apart, when Chad was in his father’s hospital room, trying to smooth things over. Yet none it seemed to have worked. “Baby,” I said, “I am so incredibly proud of you. To see how strong you are, and how gutsy you are... I’m fucking in awe of you, and I’m not just saying that.”

“Well,” Chad said, “I hope he takes this as seriously as you do. I’d give anything for that shit... though I’m not getting my hopes up. And if he does let me go, then fuck him.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. I just held my man as tightly as I could.

“You know,” he said, “there’s something I’ve been wanting to give you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

He turned to his suitcase. “I found it yesterday, when we were in the city. I was gonna surprise you later, but I guess now is as good a time as any.”

“Surprise me with what?”

Chad pulled something from his suitcase, and he handed it to me. It was a framed copy of a poem.

We two boys together clinging,

One the other never leaving,

Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making,

Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching,

Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving,

No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening,

Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing,

Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness chasing,

Fulfilling our foray.

“It’s Walt Whitman,” Chad said. “It reminded me of when we were in D.C. together.”

I felt a lump in my throat. This actually meant a lot coming from Chad. It was one thing to say to hell with the rest of the world; it was another thing to actually risk going through with it. All for the sake of being with me.

I didn’t know how I could possibly repay him for the sacrifices he was making. All I could really do was to give him the best wedding I possibly could. I kept trying to figure out how I’d pull it off.

I tossed and turned quite a bit that night. Chad was fast asleep beside me, so I snuggled up against him, and I stared at his unconscious face. He didn’t respond; he just kept breathing softly. I couldn’t help thinking how peaceful he looked, and how sexy he was. I was tempted to kiss him, but I didn’t want to risk waking him up.

Finally I decided to take my mom’s advice. I put on some clothes, and I went to see what my family had in storage. But when I opened the attic door, I found I wasn’t alone.

“Oh shit!” Amy said as she jumped with surprise. She slammed her laptop shut, but not before I saw two naked guys going at it.

“What the— I mean... w-what the hell are you doing here?”

“I....” Amy glanced at her laptop. “It’s nothing.”

“You scared the shit out of me.”

“That’s not my fault,” she said. “What was I supposed to do?”

“You mean while you’re watching gay porn?”

“W-well....”

“Don’t deny it. I know what I saw.”

Amy’s cheeks turned red. “It’s not just me. Y-you know a lot of girls do it... the same reason guys watch lesbian porn.”

“Not all guys,” I said. “I haven’t watched lesbian stuff in years—”

“No shit,” she said. “That’s because you like dick as much as I do.”

I gritted my teeth at first, but I had to admit she wasn’t wrong. I even knew the clip she’d been watching: it was the classic scene of Logan and Nate, which I’d jacked off to more times than I could count. “Well anyway,” I said, “I-I mean if that’s what you like....”

“Scott—”

“Are you at least getting what you need from Dylan?”

Amy looked at me weird. She’d always been the one to ask the personal questions. She seemed caught off guard being on the receiving end. “Well yeah,” she said, “he’s obviously hot. And he’s really good in bed.”

“Does he go down on you?”

“E-excuse me?”

“You asked me that question about Chad. Remember?”

“I mean....”

“And wasn’t that your big complaint about Kevin?”

Amy snorted. “Yeah,” she said. “I mean, Dylan does go down on me. A lot. It’s a helluva change, finally being with a guy who likes the same stuff I do.”

I felt like the awkwardness was going away. It felt pretty cool to be talking to her like this. It felt like we were connecting on a whole new level, and we were finding things in common that we’d never expected. “If he likes the same stuff,” I said, “you can always watch your porn together. Chad and I do it all the time.”

“Well,” she said, “that’s probably the main exception. Dylan does like porn and all, considering he’s a guy. But since he’s into pussy and I’m not... it’s not exactly easy to find something for both of us.”

I clucked my tongue. “Maybe that’s what you get for being straight.”

“That’s a helluva way to put it—”

“Does he at least know you like this stuff?”

“I mean yeah, like I said... he just doesn’t like it himself. But he’s fine with me watching it on my own. Just like I’m fine with him watching whatever.”

I nodded. “Well, anyway, I don’t want to keep you—”

“I can finish later,” she said. “You obviously came up here for a reason.”

“O-oh that can wait too... I was just gonna check out that wedding stuff—”

“What are you waiting for?” she asked. “I can help you.”

This was classic Amy, always wanting to insert herself. But since we were breaking down barriers between us, I figured I should listen to her for a change. I had to admit she had way more expertise on wedding stuff than I did, and she’d never led me astray.

Our parents’ things weren’t as helpful as I’d hoped. Mom had gone to a lot of trouble to keep her wedding dress preserved, so I guess Amy might get to wear it someday, though it was obviously no use to me and Chad. Mom and Dad had gotten married in a church, which was cool and all, but it wasn’t really up our alley. They’d definitely taken a lot of pictures, which Amy and I went through in detail. I could almost imagine what it must’ve been like to be there, even if it looked like an 80’s or 90’s rom-com, maybe Father of the Bride.

Amy did seem to drop her usual know-it-all attitude. “You know,” she said, “you should probably take what Mom and I say with a grain of salt. I mean, we really only know about straight weddings, which are all about the bride. So since you’re not gonna have one....”

“No kidding,” I said.

“Anyway, my point is, just do whatever you want. I guess that’s one of the good things about gay marriage being so new. You basically have a blank canvas. There’s no tradition to worry about, no bridezilla bullshit— at least I hope not— so you can make it your own.”

I couldn’t argue with that. I just nodded.

When I got back to bed, it was at least two o’clock in the morning. Chad was still fast asleep, so I quietly undressed and got into bed.

Chad shifted his body, and the blankets started pitching a tent. He clearly had a helluva boner, which was straining against the fabric. I couldn’t help thinking of all that talk of liking dick. My mouth watered at the idea of Chad’s man meat being just inches from mine.

I still didn’t want to wake him up, so I gingerly slid under the covers, and I positioned my body over his. A little bit of light still filtered through the sheets, so I still managed to marvel at his cock, admiring every little pore, every vein, every cell. Of course, I also knew its contours so well that I could do everything I needed by feel.

Finally I opened my mouth and slid his dick inside. I felt it hit the back of my throat, and I ran my tongue around his shaft. Even after all the times I’d blown him, I still hadn’t gotten used to the warmth and tastiness and meatiness of his dick. I couldn’t resist going apeshit on him, sucking his shaft as hard and fast as I could, while I used my hands to service his balls.

I was dying to know why he’d been so hard in the first place. Had I caught him in the middle of a dream? If so, what had he been dreaming about? Something sexy? Maybe a fantasy we could act out together?

Suddenly I felt his lips on my own cock, and I realized I’d woken him up. But Chad clearly wasn’t complaining, and I wasn’t about to stop. The next thing I knew, I felt Chad’s hands on my butt cheeks, and he pulled me closer, forcing me balls-deep in his mouth.

I let out a gasp of pleasure, and as I did, I caught a whiff of his pubes. It was such a special scent, as if his body made its own aphrodisiac. It was so musky. So manly. So uniquely Chad-like. I couldn’t get enough, so took his penis even further down my throat, and I buried my nose in his curly-haired crotch. Then I breathed in as deeply as I could, and I savored his fragrance as it filled up my lungs.

At this point Chad was sucking me just as hard as I was sucking him. My balls kept bouncing against his nose, and I kept wanting to ask if he dug my smell as much as I dug his. But with both of our mouths full, all we could do was grunt and groan.

I was starting to get close, and I could tell Chad was too. His body was letting off all the classic signs, from the deep breathing to the gyrating of his hips. I sucked him harder, and I fondled his balls some more, doing everything I could to make them unload their contents.

Finally Chad’s body seized up, and his dick spasmed in my mouth. He let out a yelp, and a split second later, his cum spurted all over my palate.

That was it for me too. I let the pleasure overtake my body, and I thrust my cock into Chad’s mouth, then finally busted my nut.

“Mm,” Chad said as he enjoyed my load. At the same moment, I was cleaning Chad’s cock with my tongue, making sure I got every last drop of his juices. I savored the salty creamy taste for as long as I could; then I finally swallowed.

I let Chad’s dick plop out of my mouth, and I pulled my own dick from his. Then I turned my body around and plopped down next to Chad. “Did you like that as much as I did?”

Chad gulped down my load. “That’s a helluva way to get woken up,” he said.

“Well, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Ha!” he said. “You know I’d take an interruption like that anytime.” Then he wrapped his arms around me, and we shared a kiss. After that, we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Chad and I started wedding planning in earnest, we pretty much followed Amy’s advice. We agreed our wedding would be unique to us, reflecting our own tastes, our personalities, all the stuff that made us who we were.

This turned out to be harder than we thought. Our original idea was just to keep things low-key, and maybe tie the knot in a courthouse somewhere. But we were surprised to find how tiny these courthouses were: even in Chicago or San Diego, the courts did their weddings in rooms that held maybe fifteen or twenty people. That was barely enough room for our immediate families, much less friends or anybody else. I knew I had to invite at least a few aunts and uncles, or else they’d have hurt feelings. That, in turn, meant we’d need to find a venue of our own.

Chad wanted to do something no one would forget, since he saw it as a once-in-a-lifetime moment. To be honest, he acted like he had something to prove. He approached it like the ultimate party planning, as if we were throwing one of our old frat parties, except fancier and more memorable.

As for me, I didn’t see it that way at all. I did want to give Chad what he wanted, but I was way more worried about how we’d pay for it. Chad and I had so little money of our own, I had no idea how we’d realistically pull it off.

Setting a date was an issue onto itself. We wanted plenty of time to prepare, partly because Chad would be working on a campaign that fall: Congressman Wheeler was retiring, and Seth was running to replace him. We figured we’d get married sometime after we graduated. The tricky part was that we didn’t know where we’d end up living, or what kinds of jobs we might get at that point. Plus we had to plan around our families’ schedules too: Amy obviously had law school, Dad had that Kansas City conference he always went to, Patrick had a school schedule of his own, and the list went on and on.

Before we knew it, fall semester was in full swing, which meant we were busier than ever. Chad’s campaign work meant his schedule was crazy and unpredictable, but he was great at what he did, and I loved seeing him get so excited about it. My own work wasn’t nearly as exciting, though I did get promoted at Riedegost, and I picked up all the shifts I could.

When we announced our engagement online, we got a way bigger reaction than we expected. We’d never actually marked ourselves as “in a relationship” so it surprised a few friends we hadn’t talked to in a long time, or distant relatives or whatever. I’d assumed our relationship was already public knowledge, since we’d posted plenty of pictures together. But I guess not everyone was watching that closely.

One reaction was especially interesting. Chad got a DM from his old friend Brandon, the guy he’d used to play basketball with. Come to find out, Brandon was in the middle of coming out himself. He told Chad how much he’d always looked up to him, and how reassuring it was to see that it really does get better, and how excited he was for us.

“Holy shit,” Chad said as he stared at the message. “I mean, I guess this is flattering and all....”

“You think he’s getting the wrong idea?”

“I dunno,” he replied. “I-I mean I hope not—”

“Well,” I said as I read the message myself, “he sounds like he’s cool with it. If you compare that to what Johan wrote to me—”

“I guess,” Chad said. “Maybe it just goes to show how things happen for a reason. Just think what could’ve happened if we’d come out in high school.”

I blinked. “You think you would’ve ended up with this guy?”

“Oh no,” Chad replied. “At least not long term. But who knows what could’ve happened if I hadn’t been single freshman year. I probably wouldn’t have rushed the Kap Eps... which means I might’ve never met you. At least it wouldn’t have gone down the way it did.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, the same thing could’ve happened to me. Remember me and my ex? How we were supposed to go to college together?”

“Oh yeah,” Chad said, “I forgot about that part.”

“I mean, if this Brandon is making you feel weird or whatever, you don’t need to respond.”

Chad leaned his head against my body. “No,” he said, “he doesn’t make me feel weird... he just makes me feel lucky.” Then he looked up and gave me a kiss.

The more I thought about it, the more I appreciated Brandon’s note. At the end of the day, all I cared about what was how he treated Chad, especially after all the shit Chad had gone through. It meant a lot to see someone treat him genuinely kindly, without a shred of jealousy or self-pity or whatever. I even suggested inviting Brandon to the wedding, even though I’d never met him.

That November, when Election Day rolled around, Seth won his district, which was a big win for Chad too. I wish Chad could’ve been in San Diego to celebrate, but his class schedule wouldn’t allow it. Even so, his phone was constantly buzzing. I had to imagine this would open doors for his career— or at least I hoped it would.

It was around that same time that Linda insisted we come visit. Unlike my own mom, she didn’t seem interested in giving us advice. But she was very much interested in dress-shopping, and she demanded that we help her. I guess she assumed gay guys would be experts, even though Chad and I had no clue about that stuff. We also thought clothes-shopping was a little premature, since we still needed to sort out the more basic stuff. But we agreed to humor her, so we promised to come for Winter Break.

In the weeks leading up to that, I worked especially long hours. I could only guess how much our wedding would cost, so I tried to save up as much as I could. It did mean being away from Chad on my birthday, but I told myself it was worth it; I figured we could always celebrate some other day.

Chad apparently had some ideas of his own. My birthday was almost over when he came to the bar with his backpack.

“What’s that?” I asked as I pointed to the backpack.

“Do you remember the first time we celebrated your birthday together?”

I paused for a second. I actually had to stop and think about that.

“It was right here,” Chad said. “I’ll never forget, we were sitting at table four.” He pointed right behind him. “It was just after you’d come out to your family... and I was hoping to introduce you to mine.”

I nodded. I remembered how those steps seemed so big at the time, though looking back, a lot of them seemed trivial. At least compared to what we were doing now.

“Anyway,” he said, “I couldn’t help but mark the occasion... since this is your last birthday as an unmarried man.” He patted his backpack. “And I brought you a present.”

“Well... maybe when I’m off the clock—”

“That’s the idea,” he said. Then he flashed his trademark grin.

I knew he was up to something, and I could only imagine what it was. But I found out soon enough, after the bar closed, and I took my drawer to the office in the back. The cooks were already gone, and the janitor wouldn’t be there for an hour, so Chad and I were there by ourselves.

“Now,” he said as he opened the backpack, “I wanted to make sure you had a birthday to remember.” Then he handed me a long package.

I frowned. I took the package in my hands, and I tore off the wrapping to unveil a double-ended dildo. “Oh boy,” I said. “You didn’t want to wait till I got home?”

“That would’ve been after midnight,” he said, “which means it wouldn’t have been your birthday anymore. Not to mention... Vitruvian Men just posted a video that seems right up your alley.” He opened the backpack wider, and he pulled out our iPad. As he did, I saw he’d even brought some lube.

“So you’re wanting to get naughty at my work?”

“Not if you don’t want to,” he said. “But I know you’ve fantasized about it. You’re the one who’s having a birthday, so you get to choose.”

I did find myself getting hard at that idea. I didn’t want to do anything that could get us in trouble, but I had to admit I’d thought about this before. With the building already locked, there didn’t seem to be much chance of us getting caught. “Tell me about this video,” I said. “How is it up my alley?”

“It’s an orgy,” he said as he snuggled up to me. “And I know you fantasize about that too.”

“Mm,” I said, “I guess that’s not news. You probably figured that out on our first night with the Kap Eps.”

“Either that, or the last.”

“Yeah,” I said. My dick tingled at the memories. I’d never forgotten the sight of our fraternity brothers jacking off, sucking, and fucking. Not to mention how Chad and I had done the deed in front of them. “You know you’re the only one I want to have sex with... I wouldn’t have proposed to you if I didn’t.”

“I know that,” he replied. “That’s part of the reason I got you the dildo. So whenever we both want to bottom, we can. Without getting anyone to help us, a la Ryan and Marcos.”

“Or Drew.”

“Well yeah,” he said. “The point is, all I want is for you to feel good.”

I didn’t know how to respond to that. I just gave him a long kiss. As I did, I slid my hands underneath his shirt, and I caressed his abs. Finally I made my way in his pants, and I gripped his shaft. “You know,” I said as I broke off the kiss, “orgies aren’t the only thing I used to fantasize about. Back before we really met... I fantasized about you too.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back when I used to watch you in the showers,” I said, “I used to go back to my room and think about you. I even used to dream about what I’d do to you if I ever got the chance.”

“Well, you’ve got me now,” Chad said, “and you know I’m not going anywhere.”

“Thank God for that,” I said, and I kissed him again.

We made out for a little while longer, then started pulling each other’s clothes off. We just let one thing lead to another, practically ignoring the fact that I was still on the job. Chad’s shirt was the first to go, followed by my pants, socks, and underwear. Then I stripped off the rest of Chad’s clothes, and I marveled at the gorgeous hunk right in front of me. Finally he made me take off my shirt, so we were both fully naked.

“All right,” I said, “now you show me that porn you were talking about.”

“At your service,” he said as he got on the iPad. He pulled up Vitruvian Men and clicked on the featured video. It was one of those where the boys get sent to a weekend retreat, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, with nothing to do but jump each other’s bones. It starred a few of our old mainstays like Nate, Vince, and Darren, plus two newcomers named Ethan and Ray.

Chad and I couldn’t fit in a single office chair, so we sat in separate chairs right next to each other. At first we just stroked our cocks while we watched. Then I leaned over to Chad, snuggled up against him, and started playing with his balls.

“Mm,” he said, “keep doing that....”

I felt his package respond as the guys onscreen started blowing each other. Chad seemed especially excited at the newcomers, Ethan and Ray. “You like those guys,” I said.

“Well yeah,” he said. “They’re hot. You gotta admit, that’s an awesome fucking dick.” He pointed to the screen, which was showing a closeup of Ray’s thick shaft. Then, a second later, Nate took Ray down his throat.

I couldn’t help thinking how Ray’s dick looked a lot like Dylan’s. Of course, the real difference was that Dylan was straight, which was almost a shame. I bet any number of guys would’ve loved to have gotten their hands on that cock. Then again, it did mean Amy got to enjoy it, and she did seem to like being on the receiving end of it. The same way I loved being on the receiving end of Chad’s. Or, for that matter, how Chad loved being on the receiving end of mine.

I lost my train of thought when Chad reached over and massaged my shaft. His touch was warm and delicate, and it sent a tingle through my body. I loved how Chad was such an expert at knowing what I liked, with his years of experience. I could only hope to return the favor, so I moved my hand up his package, and I stroked his shaft and his cockhead.

Onscreen, Nate was still blowing Ray, and Ray was clearly loving it. Darren had been sucking Vince’s dick, but now he let Ethan take over. Ethan got on all fours to service Vince, and Darren took the opportunity to start eating Ethan’s butt.

I started stroking Chad harder and harder, while he stroked me too. He turned his head to mine, and we went back to making out. Chad’s tongue swirled around my mouth, while his manly beard brushed back and forth against my face. His cock was throbbing in my hand, while my own cock was quivering at his touch. We were both getting close to the edge, but we didn’t want to cum too fast, so we both eased up on our packages.

“Baby,” I said when our lips came apart, “you know after we’re married... how naughty do you think we’re gonna be?”

“That depends. How naughty do you want it?”

“I dunno,” I said. “I mean, I know we’ll have responsibilities and stuff... I just don’t want to be one of those boring married couples. All suburban with a white picket fence. Basically like my parents.”

“Don’t be too hard on your parents,” he said. “I wish mine could’ve taken some lessons from yours.”

“Well... true....”

“Considering we’re gay, that makes us a lot less boring right there. And I’ll tell you what.” He put a hand on my butt cheek, and he pulled me toward him. “I’m gonna keep tapping this ass as much as humanly possible. Just like I want you to keep tapping mine.”

“Yeah,” I said as I kissed him again. I couldn’t help thinking how repressed I’d been before I’d met Chad. I’d basically kept my whole sexuality under wraps. I’d never openly jacked off, I’d never watched porn with someone else, and I hadn’t let myself admit how much I loved dick. Yet Chad had opened all those doors for me and more. I loved how we could be totally candid about our urges, our desires, and our fantasies— and I especially loved being able to act out those fantasies for real.

By now, the boys onscreen were getting ready to fuck. Ethan rolled onto his back and spread his legs. Ray lubed up his dick and aimed it at its target. “Oh yeah,” Chad said as he watched Ray start to penetrate Ethan.

I could tell Chad’s mouth was watering, and to be honest, mine was too. Nate was busy riding Vince, who in turn was blowing Darren. I could barely tell what to focus on, which of course was how I wanted it; I loved seeing so many cocks and balls in action at once.

Chad’s dick was leaking more pre-cum, and I was tempted to go down on it, but I resisted the urge. Instead, I lubed up my fingers, reached around, and dabbed at Chad’s boyhole.

“Do you like that?” I asked, though I didn’t really need to. Chad’s body language told me all I needed to know.

“You little tease,” he said as he pressed his ass against my fingers. I felt his sphincter tighten up, then relax, then tighten up again. He was clearly dying to get something inside him.

I toyed with his balloon knot a little while longer, but then I gave him what he wanted. I got out of my chair, and I got some lube from his backpack. I smeared the lube on his boyhole, then slid the dildo inside him.

“Oh baby,” he gasped, “that’s supposed to be your present, not mine....”

“I know that,” I said, “and I’m doing what I want with it.” With that, I started moving the dildo in and out. I made sure to aim it at his prostate, though I didn’t want him cumming too soon. I just brushed his prostate lightly, which was enough to make him groan.

In the video, Nate, Vince, and Darren had just switched positions. Now Darren was fucking Nate and blowing Vince at the same time. Ray was still pounding Ethan, who kept begging for it harder and harder.

I kept working the dildo with one hand, while I caressed Chad’s body with the other. I explored his inner thigh and his taint, but I made sure not to touch his dick. I wanted to save that for later.

“Fuck yeah,” he said as he looked at me, then turned back to the screen. He was clearly digging Ray and Ethan. Not that I was surprised; they looked a lot like the guys he’d lusted over before.

I suddenly realized what this meant. I was pleasuring my man, while he was fantasizing about other dudes, and I wasn’t the least bit jealous. It obviously wasn’t the first time we’d jacked off to porn— or fucked to it, for that matter— yet this time it felt like we were on a whole other level. Secure in our sexuality. Secure in our relationship, till death do us part. Secure in both our love and lust for each other.

Vince got into position behind both Nate and Darren. He was going for a double penetration. He waited for Darren to slow down his thrusts, then made sure Nate was good and ready. Finally he slid his dick into Nate, and he and Darren started pounding Nate in sync with one another.

Chad reached over to my cockhead, and he dabbed his fingers in my pre-cum. Then he brought his hand to his mouth, licked it clean, and gave me a kiss.

I wanted to take this to the next level, and I could tell Chad did too. I made him get down on the ground, on all fours, with the dildo still hanging from his butt. Then I lubed up my own butt, positioned myself on the other end of the dildo, and took it inside me.

The dildo opened my hole and filled me up, just the way I wanted it. It wasn’t quite like Chad’s dick, but then again, that was a helluva standard to meet.

As soon as my half was fully inside me, I felt Chad’s butt cheeks on mine. This was a new sensation, even after all we’d done before, the toys we owned, and the positions we’d tried. Now we could bounce our asses against one another, while our boyholes both enjoyed a good fuck.

Onscreen, Nate’s mouth was hanging wide open. It was hard to tell if he was in pain, but if he was, it was obviously the good kind. The camera zoomed in on the dicks pistoning into his ass.

Ray pulled out of Ethan, but only for a second. Then he climbed on top of the boy and started riding him like a champ.

Chad and I kept thrusting our asses against one another. I wanted to look in his eyes, but in that position I couldn’t. So I signaled that I wanted to switch positions: I didn’t say a word, but Chad knew what I wanted, so he didn’t miss a beat. Both of us rolled onto our backs, so now we could face each other, while keeping the dildo up our butts the whole time.

I had to admit it was a helluva sight. Here I was, still technically on the clock, watching my future husband take a dildo up his ass. Granted, I’d seen him take dildos before— since we did have plenty of sex toys— but never like this. Certainly never while I took the same dildo myself.

For a minute or two, we both stared in each other’s eyes, while we kept up our thrusts. Chad’s cock and balls kept flopping back and forth, just inches from mine, and I couldn’t help thinking they should be put to good use. As good as this felt, I knew Chad’s dick would feel even better inside me.

I pulled the dildo from my ass, though I still kept it in my hands, so I could keep fucking Chad with it. Then I got on Chad’s lap and impaled myself on his rod.

“Fuck, I love you so much,” I said as we started making out. “And you feel so good in me....”

“Mm,” seemed to be all Chad could say as his tongue swirled around my mouth.

“Give me your load,” I said, “it’s the best fucking birthday present you can give me.”

“Yeah baby,” he said as he pistoned deeper and deeper.

Onscreen, all five porn stars were getting close. Ray was the first to say “I’m gonna cum,” and he gasped a few times as he went over the edge. Then, a second later, his dick started spurting his seed.

Chad wasn’t far behind him. I wanted my man to feel as awesome as I possibly could, so I massaged his prostate with the dildo, while I worked his rod with my mancunt. I felt his muscles start to tighten, the way they always did. Then he moaned as his cock and balls went into spasms— and then, at long last, he busted his nut in my innards.

By now Ethan had pulled out of Ray’s butt, and he was jacking himself off. I found myself staring at his gorgeous cock as his fist flew up and down it.

Chad paused for a second while his orgasm died down; then he started working my dick. He used one hand to pound my shaft, while his other hand fondled my balls, which sent whole new waves of pleasure through my body.

I knew I couldn’t last much longer, so I didn’t even try. I just let my body do its thing as the ecstasy washed over me. I got off with almost perfect synchronization with Ethan: my jizz splattered all over Chad, while Ethan’s jizz splattered all over Ray.

I was just starting to catch my breath when Nate started shooting too. His convulsions sent Vince and Darren over the edge, and they both came in his ass. As soon as they were finished, they pulled out and let gobs of cum drip from Nate’s widely-stretched hole.

Chad let the video play to the end. Then he pulled me down toward him, and he gave me a kiss. “So that’s what you wanna keep doing when we’re married?”

“Well,” I said, “maybe something like that.” Then I kissed him back, and we made out a while longer. Then I forced myself to finish my paperwork, clock out, and take my man home.

It wasn’t long after that when we went to see Linda. This visit turned out to be really different from the earlier ones. She’d had to sell the house in the divorce, so now she was living in a condo. Her new place was nice and all, but it obviously wasn’t Chad’s home anymore, and most of his stuff was in storage. It was one more sign that our lives were changing, and we were all on the cusp of something new.

It did feel good to see our friends again. Thaxter’s place was doing really well: he’d promoted Kyle to general manager, with instructions to make the place fresh and hip for a new generation. It was right in line with what I’d recommended, and Thaxter admitted as much. He said business had picked up quite a bit, and he gave me a lot of credit for that, though it probably had more to do with Dr. Littman’s marketing classes. Thaxter tried to recruit me to work there again, and I wanted to say yes, but first I needed to see where Chad’s career would take us.

“Fair enough,” Thaxter said. “Just know I’d love to have you.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“By the way,” he said, “have you been to Point Loma?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that. “Not me personally, no....”

“Our friend Jeff has a place up there,” he said. “He and his husband have been renting it out for events, and they owe us a favor. So if you still need a wedding venue—”

“I dunno,” I said. “I-I mean we haven’t really decided what we want....”

“You should still have a look,” Thaxter said. “If you don’t like it, that’s fine, but I wanted to let you know. You know I’ll call in that favor if you want.”

I nodded. I knew Thaxter was trying to be helpful, but I wasn’t sure I liked this idea. After all, Chad and I hadn’t even decided which part of the country we wanted to get married in, much less a date or anything else. “Well,” I said, “we’ve got a lot of shit we need to decide—”

“It’s fine,” Thaxter said. “I’m not trying to tell you want to do. I’m just saying: you helped me out, so I can help you too.”

I couldn’t argue with that, so I just nodded. I was definitely flattered that Thaxter wanted to help us. It was just that the offer came with some baggage, at least on our end. I’d never been to this Point Loma, but I’d heard Chad talk about it. His dad had served at the naval base there, and I wasn’t sure I liked that symbolism. Most of all, I didn’t want that karma hanging over our heads, not on what was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives.

Chad and I did say yes to having Jean-Jacques do our engagement pictures. We spent a whole afternoon traipsing around the city, posing every which way, in every setting we could think of. It was actually a lot of fun, though it was also pretty exhausting, since we were on our feet the whole time. It was also pretty liberating to be affectionate for the cameras. We never full-on made out or anything, since we didn’t want to be one of those gross mushy couples, but we did spend plenty of time looking in each other’s eyes.

By the end, the sun had gone down, and the city skyline was all lit up, so we used that as the backdrop for our last few shots. Jean-Jacques made us stand in front of the water, so he could capture the shimmer on the waves. I couldn’t help putting my arm around Chad and giving him a soft kiss. As tired as I was, it was a good kind of tired, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It seemed like just the right note to end on— and I couldn’t wait to see the pictures we’d gotten.

The next day was when we took Linda shopping. It meant a lot of waiting around while she tried on dresses, talked to the salespeople, and generally dithered. Along the way, Chad and I weighed the pros and cons of what Thaxter had suggested, and we debated what to do.

“Well,” Chad said, “I dunno... it sounds like he could hook us up. I mean, if he knows a good gay-friendly venue, we might as well check it out.”

“You think so?”

“You’ve gotta admit, it’d be kind of poetic. Besides, maybe things equal out: if Dad doesn’t support us, at least our friends do.”

“Well... I don’t think it equals out. If I had a choice between all our friends’ support versus his— or if we could even just have him be neutral— you know I’d rather have his support any day. Because I know much it means to you.”

Chad shook his head. “Don’t worry about me.”

“Of course I’m going to worry about you,” I said. “I mean come on: you’re gonna be my husband. And we’re in this together.”

Chad just looked in my eyes. He didn’t say a word, but then again, he didn’t need to. We were about to kiss, but just then, his mom appeared out of nowhere. She announced she’d seen all the dresses at that store, and she was ready to go someplace else.

Linda also insisted that we shop for ourselves. We thought that part could wait till later, but we humored her and picked out some tuxes. They were too bulky to fit in our luggage, so Linda said we could keep them at her house.

Looking back, that might’ve been a sign, since we went to see that Jeff guy later that week. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I was surprised at how scenic his neighborhood was. It was on top of a long bluff that jutted out into the ocean, with San Diego Bay on one side and the open Pacific on the other. Jeff’s place was on a rise, so it had an awesome view on all sides. We could see Mexico off to the south, downtown and Hillcrest to the east, and Chad’s old neighborhood to the north.

As Jeff showed us around, I started to think Chad had been right: this might actually work. It wasn’t a conventional venue, but it seemed like a helluva place for a party, which was what he really wanted. If Chad was cool with the naval base nearby, then so be it. Plus it seemed to work for me too, since I was so focused on cost, and Jeff agreed to give us a good deal. It also didn’t hurt that it looked out on the places where we’d spent so much time, where a lot of our relationship had taken shape.

Slowly but surely, we started making decisions. We put down a deposit with Jeff, and we picked a date that summer. Then we put together a registry, which was surprisingly fun, since we went through a bunch of stores and scanned whatever we liked. We also drafted a tentative guest list, and we started thinking about logistics. Our friend Garrett recommended setting up a website, so we could share the key info without fielding a million e-mails.

Still, no matter how much we did, it always seemed like there was more to figure out. The invitations. The officiant. The rings. The marriage license. The schedule. The dinner menu. The cake. The music. The decorations. The list went on and on. I was glad we’d given ourselves plenty of time, since it would’ve been overwhelming any other way.

Then there was the fact that our college years were coming to an end. Some of our friends were preparing for grad school, but most of us were scoping out the job market. We were all applying where we could, going on interviews, and hoping we’d get an offer we liked. There were times when I worried we hadn’t thought far enough ahead. In particular, part of me regretted scheduling our wedding so close to our graduation, since it meant juggling a helluva lot.

Around Spring Break, our friends started asking about bachelor parties. This was another area where I thought gay weddings might be different. We were obviously cool with throwing a party, but there didn’t seem to be much point to having a separate one for each of us. Apart from the fact that we were both dudes, most of our friends were mutual, not to mention we both liked a lot of the same stuff— including but not limited to dick. We told our friends were up for whatever, except it should include both of us. Plus with our schedules that semester, we didn’t have time to travel. Our friends were good with that, so they scheduled their party for the weekend before the wedding.

It was around that same time that our official invitations went out, and we started getting regular package deliveries. Most of our wedding gifts weren’t particularly surprising, since they’d obviously come from our registry, but some of them did catch us off guard.

We definitely didn’t expect to get anything from Pam. Her package came with a card that had a handwritten message:

I’ve got to say that I’m feeling a lot of things as I write this. I really wish things weren’t so complicated, but I want you to know Gladys and I are incredibly happy for you.

Under normal circumstances, you know we’d come to your wedding in a heartbeat. I’m still holding out hope that we can make it, though obviously your dad still needs help, so we’ll have to see. Most of all, we don’t want to make things awkward. We definitely don’t want to spoil your special day, which I’m sure will be wonderful.

I guess what I’m trying to say is that Gladys and I want you to be happy no matter what that entails. You don’t need to prove anything to anyone— least of all to us. We love you just the way you are.

P.S. I apologize in advance if this is a lesbian gift. We just figured it’s something you probably don’t have, which will come in handy at some point.

With love— Pam.

Chad just sighed when he put down the card. “She can beat around the bush all she wants,” he said. “The invitations have two options: either they show up or they don’t. And I thought I made that pretty clear on Skype.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s still a nice gesture... sending a gift I mean.”

Chad pursed his lips, then unwrapped the package. It turned out to be an electric drill, with a set of interchangeable drill bits, plus a half-dozen wrenches. “Well I guess she wasn’t wrong,” he said, “on a couple of levels.”

“Yeah,” I said, but I didn’t say any more. I didn’t want to make that moment any more awkward than it needed to be.

About a week after that, Chad got the job offer he’d been hoping for, when Seth agreed to hire him as a congressional aide. Our hope was that he could work in the district office, which would mean living in San Diego after the wedding. But Seth wanted him to work on Capitol Hill, which would mean moving to D.C.

I could tell Chad wanted to do it, though he was both nervous and excited. I kept telling him not to worry: I could get a job of my own wherever I wanted, and I knew how much his dreams meant to him, so I was going to support them through thick and through thin.

Speaking of dreams... almost every night, when I fell asleep, I found myself imagining me and Chad together. Sometimes I had the same dreams I’d had freshman year, when I’d fantasized about him in our communal showers. Other times I dreamt about our future, imagining him as my husband, with the two of us building our lives together. Still other times, the images seemed to blend together: I saw the older version of Chad, beard and all, though he was still getting naked in our old dorm.

Every single dream would end with me waking up with a raging case of morning wood. I would usually roll on my back, stare up at the ceiling, and savor the hormones that were coursing through my body. On one morning in particular, I remembered what Chad had said on my birthday, when he’d offered to help me explore some of my fantasies. That, in turn, got me thinking.

Our graduation was right around the corner, so it felt like we were hitting one milestone after another. Our last time paying rent for our crappy little apartment. Our last meeting with Wildcat Pride. Our last papers. Our last real classes, soon to be followed by our last exams. At times, it felt like we were doing the same shit we’d always done; but it was weird to think we’d never do it again. I did want to end our college years on the right note, and I realized we’d never acted out the fantasy that had started it all.

I did a little digging, and it turned out Mike was still living in the dorm, on the same floor where Chad and I had lived freshman year. Which meant he used the same communal showers that we did. We’d hardly talked to Mike after the Kap Eps had gotten banned, but once we reconnected, we felt like old buddies. I guess being in a fraternity will do that to you.

Anyway, Mike could technically stay in the dorm till the day after graduation. But he was planning to leave as soon as his finals were over, since he still had a year to go before he graduated himself. Most of the other residents were underclassmen, so they were leaving too. It was a pretty safe bet the building would be deserted, yet Mike’s key card would still work.

I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like that. I knew we wouldn’t get another chance at it, for more reasons than one. I had to be extra-careful since our families were in town for graduation, the first time both of our families had met, which was kind of a landmark moment in its own right. But Chad and I made sure we had enough time to ourselves.

It was actually kind of trippy when we set foot in our old building. It was basically a blast from the past: we used the same old entrance, though neither of us had been back since the end of freshman year. Chad was wearing the same tank top and shorts that he’d used to wear back then. We took the same elevator upstairs, and it still smelled the way we remembered.

When we got to the third floor, Chad’s old room was just off to the left. I couldn’t help thinking of how I’d originally dreamt of having sex in that room, though we’d never gone through with it, thanks to Chad’s old roommate.

Of course we’d made up for that by fucking in my own room, which was further down the hall. I couldn’t help pausing in front of my old door, and I thought back to the memories Chad and I had made there— starting with the first time we’d blown each other, hell, the first time either of us had sucked dick. Not to mention all the sexual experimentation that had followed.

By the time we got to the showers, I was keeping my cock in the waistband of my pants; and even then, it was hard to disguise how horny I was. I obviously didn’t care if Chad knew, but there was always a risk of running into someone else.

It was definitely weird to set foot in that room. The place where it had all started. Where I’d first laid eyes on the man I was going to marry.

The showers were deserted right then, but in my mind’s eye, I could still see all the naked freshmen and sophomores milling around. Lots of barely-legal cocks and balls, not to mention lots of tight asses. Including the virgin ass that I’d ended up deflowering.

Chad stepped up behind me, and he put his arms around me. I felt his boner press into my thigh. “Are you ready for this?” he asked.

“Baby,” I said, “I’ve been ready for this the whole time.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said, and he licked his lips. He set down his backpack, which held our towels and stuff; then he stripped off his tank top and tossed it aside.

I started undressing too. Unlike my earlier times here, I wasn’t the least bit nervous. After all, Chad and I now knew each other’s bodies inside and out, so it wasn’t like we had anything to hide.

Chad pulled down his shorts and his underwear, and his big veiny dick bounced into the open. I remembered how I used to marvel at the darker skin on his shaft and the lighter skin on his cockhead; in fact, it was one of the first things I’d noticed about Chad. Of course, since that time, I’d gotten intimately acquainted with his package, to the point that I probably knew it better than he knew it himself. After all, I knew how it tasted, how it smelled, how it looked up close, and how it felt in either end of my body.

By this point I was naked too, so we both headed for the showerheads. As Chad walked, his boner swung back and forth, and his ballsack bounced up and down, while his ass muscles flexed and extended.

Instead of showering together, we each got under a separate nozzle, the same way we’d done freshman year. Then we both turned on the water.

Chad let the stream spray all over him, and started rotating his body. As he turned, the light glinted off his wet skin: first his package, then his six-pack, then his biceps, then his butt cheeks. He poured some body wash on his hands, and he started soaping himself up.

My boner was raging by this point, but I didn’t dare touch it. I just stood with my back to my showerhead, and I let the water pour through my hair. At first I resisted the urge to stare, but then I realized I was just being uptight; at this point I could stare all I wanted.

Chad was going through the same routine he’d always had: he scrubbed his pits first, followed by his crotch, then his asscrack. He worked up a hell of a lather, and for a second, his pubes almost disappeared from view. Then he stepped back, and the suds poured across his body, and his newly-cleaned pubes reemerged.

I couldn’t resist at that point. “Oh fuck,” I said as I rushed over to him, and I slammed my lips against his.

Chad stumbled back a few steps, then hit the tiled wall behind him. But he didn’t resist me; he seemed more than willing to let my tongue in his mouth. His beard pressed against my face, and I couldn’t help thinking how sexy it felt. Compared to when we were freshmen— when Chad was just a young clean-shaven jock— by now he was practically a daddy, at least relatively speaking. And I loved the thought of him becoming much more of a daddy in the years to come.

I pressed him against the wall as we kept making out. I put my hands on his butt cheeks, and I massaged his glutes. Our dicks were jousting against one another, which turned me on even more. I couldn’t help thinking this was literally a dream come true. If only my freshman self could’ve seen me right then....

“Oh baby,” Chad said between kisses, “you’re so fucking hot....”

“Right back atcha,” I said. “I mean come on... you got in my pants for a reason.”

“Well, if you want to get technical about it... I don’t ever remember you wearing pants, either in here, or that night we hooked up—”

“You weren’t exactly wearing anything either.”

“Well true....” Then he kissed me again. “You know, when I used to come here, hoping to pick up a guy... I just thought, best case scenario, he could help get me off. I wasn’t expecting, you know... all of this.”

I looked right in his big chestnut eyes. I wasn’t sure what to say. I hadn’t really considered the fact that Chad had dreamt about this too, even if his dreams had been different from mine. In Chad’s case, he’d obviously wanted to act on his urges for men, without his judgmental father knowing about it. I’d definitely managed to help him with that first part, though as for the second part... well....

“Fuck, I love you,” he said as he put his hand on my cock. “You know I fucking go nuts for your dick—”

“I love you too,” I replied, and I forced myself to stop thinking about anything negative. “Turn around.”

Chad did as he as told, and he swung his body so that he was facing the wall. I made him spread his legs a little, so that I could get to his boyhole. Then I got on my knees, and for a second, I just marveled at the eager ass right in front of me. It seemed to have just the right amount of dark hair, enough to make it look sexy without it being too much.

I dabbed at his sphincter with my fingers, gently at first, teasing him just the way he liked it. Then I started making my way inside him.

“Shit,” he said as he threw his head back. “Oh yeah baby....”

The next thing I knew, I had my face in his buttcrack. I don’t even know which of us made the first move, if Chad shifted his body or if I went in for the kill. Either way, my mouth hit his pucker, and of course his body responded.

Chad’s sphincter quivered at first, but then it relaxed the way it usually did. “Oh fuck,” he said as I kept tickling him with my tongue.

I savored the feeling of his flesh, with all those delicate folds of skin, and I found myself wanting to take his further. “Mm,” was all I could say as I massaged his crack with my lips.

Chad gyrated his body a little, and he pressed his taint against my chin. I couldn’t resist the urge to play with his balls while I kept massaging his pucker.

By this point, I was totally oblivious to what was going on around us. The showers were still on, but I wasn’t paying attention. I was a hundred percent focused on my man.

“C’mere,” Chad said, “I want to kiss you again.”

I wasn’t about to object to that, so I stood up and let him turn around. I grabbed his arms, held them high up above us, and pressed him against the wall. Then I started sucking his face.

“Fuck yeah,” he gasped between kisses. “Now it’s my turn....”

“Your turn for what?”

Chad didn’t answer. He just wrapped his arms around me, and he swung my body in a 180. Then he pressed my back against the wall, dropped to his knees, and started sucking my dick.

“Oh shit,” I said as I felt his lips on my shaft. His tongue darted around, flicking against my cockhead, while his head bobbed up and down.

Now Chad was the one who couldn’t speak. He just let out a few moans, letting me know how much he loved my anatomy. The feeling was mutual of course; my nerves were tingling by then, and my balls were starting to boil.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” I said.

Chad came up for air. “Not yet,” he said. “You know I can’t wait to get fucked by that cock....”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.

Chad grinned and stepped back to his showerhead. He grabbed a bottle of lube— the heavy-duty silicone stuff we’d used in the tub and the pool— and he dabbed a few drops on his hole. Then he smeared the rest on my cock.

We were so anxious to fuck that we didn’t even step out of the water. Chad steadied himself by putting his right hand on the showerhead. Then he lifted his left leg, and he slung it over my shoulder.

“You know what to do,” he said as he pulled me toward him.

Without further ado, my dick slid deep inside his body. Into its home. Into where it belonged. Chad’s innards gave it a warm welcome: they greeted it with a squeeze, followed by a gentle massage.

“Oh yeah,” Chad said as he went for another kiss. “I love you baby....”

“I love you too,” I said as I started pumping away. “I don’t want you to forget that for a second.”

“I don’t,” Chad said, “and I won’t....” But then his lips locked against mine, and his eyes rolled back in his head, and he could only make a few muffled sounds.

I fucked him danseur-style for at least a minute or two. I forced myself not to cum, and I made sure to avoid Chad’s prostate. He was clearly enjoying the ride as much as I was, and neither of us wanted this to end.

Water kept splashing every which way as our bodies kept smacking together. We could almost feel our pores opening up as the steam kept swirling around us. We made out for as long as we could, till we needed more oxygen; but even then, our lips were never more than an inch apart.

By now my dick was rippling with pleasure, and I could tell Chad’s ass was too. I still managed to keep myself from going over the edge, but I knew could only keep this going for so long.

Eventually we moved away from the showerhead. Chad managed to keep my dick inside him the whole time: he rested his weight on his right foot, and he swung his body toward the nearest bench. Then he laid flat on his back.

For a second, we both stared at each other. I kept feasting my eyes on the beautiful man beneath me: he was now lying spread-eagle, with his cock fully engorged and his ass happily impaled on my shaft. This was exactly the image I’d had in my fantasies, all those years before, back when being with Chad had seemed like a pipe dream. And the real experience was even more erotic, more sensual, more enjoyable than I ever could’ve imagined.

Chad ran his hands up and down my body. Then he wrapped his legs around my torso. “Baby,” he gasped, “give it to me good....”

I did as I was told, and I thrust into him as hard as my body could manage. My balls slammed against his crack, while my abs pressed hard against his cock. Then I started pistoning faster and faster. “Like that?”

“O-o-oh God!” he yelled, and he clutched by body tighter.

I hit his prostate gently at first, then a little harder. I timed it as well as I could, since I was about to pass the point of no return. Then my ballsack retracted, and a wave of pleasure swept over me. My muscles seized up for a second, and then I shot my load in his ass.

Some of my jets seemed to hit Chad’s prostate. Either that, or he just loved the feeling of me spasming inside him. Either way, he arched his back, and let out a primeval groan. He never touched his dick; he barely got out the words “HOLY SHIT!” before he started cumming all over himself.

I kept pounding Chad as rope after rope splattered on his body. Then, when his balls were done unloading their contents, I practically collapsed from exhaustion.

The bench wasn’t big enough for both of us, so I plopped down on the tile floor. Chad got up for a second, but his legs seemed kind of shaky, so he laid down beside me.

For a minute we just laid there, flat on our backs, while the warm water gurgled all around us. Both of us were trying to catch our breath, but we mostly just inhaled more steam.

“Fuck,” Chad finally said, “I needed that so bad....”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “You and me both,” I replied.

“Was it what you’d hoped for?”

“Let me put it this way,” I said. “If I’d gotten to do that freshman year, like maybe fall semester... I would’ve thought I’d died and gone to heaven.”

Chad paused for a moment, then nodded. “Me too,” he replied.

We kept lying there for a little while longer, but by that point, our fingers were staring to wrinkle. We also didn’t want to push our luck, since there’d always been a chance of someone walking in on us. So we eventually got up, cleaned ourselves off, and put our clothes back on.

By that point, it did feel like our college years had come full circle. But we both knew it was time to turn the page, stop dwelling on our past, and look ahead to our future.

To be continued... only one more chapter left!