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Avery strolled across campus, unhurried in his pace, for he didn’t want to be early, nor on time to the party. Instead, he sought to be fashionably late. He wasn’t sure how late that meant in time, but what he did know, he was going to arrive when he could blend in with the others. He had been surprised by the invite, especially from a junior, when he was just a freshman. He remembered how he thought Ross was going to disparage him or make fun, for he swore Ross caught him looking at two guys at the party from last weekend. One was shirtless, revealing a nice body, and both were drunk as fuck, therefore easy prey for someone who just wanted to look. And look he did, until he glanced to his side and saw Ross watching him.

But Ross had said nothing about it, instead making some casual comment on the lameness of the party and how he could do better; and would next weekend. Avery still couldn’t figure it out. Why had Ross invited him? Ross asked for his cellphone number so he could send an invite, leaning over close to whisper it wasn’t an open party for just anyone to come. Avery remembered how Ross had smiled at the time, something about it devious. He sensed a mischievousness to it that had un-nerved him a bit.

Cutting across the Quad, the open area within the oldest dorm complex on campus, Avery considered Ross, the physical nature of him. They were about eye level, though Ross was slightly shorter than his six foot, but had a body so much more muscular, the t-shirt he had on stretched tight over it. No doubt the shirt was a size or two too small, but with a body like that, Avery knew he would have done the same. When Ross said he needed another beer and would see him next weekend, Avery had watched him walk away, staring at the round ass until the crowd fell back in Ross’ wake, blocking his view.

The night had not cooled down, the temperature still near eighty, and Avery was glad to be dressed in jeans and tank top. Ross had told him to dress lightly, for his house got warm inside during a party. It had seemed an odd thing to say, but earlier, in his dorm room, he had been glad to know how to dress, instead of fretting in front of the closet on what to wear. His jeans were an old pair, frayed and worn, the knees blown out, and with it, a loose tank top that was comfortable in the warm night. It was the kind of warmth that made one feel loose in their body, muscles relaxed, with a slightly horny feeling. He wondered if Ross would have anyone at the party who was gay. A guy that would be a real temptation, one to not only capture his eyes, but might cause him to get past his introverted nature. He didn’t consider himself shy, as such, but he was slow to approach someone he didn’t know. It was something he was pushing himself to overcome, making a vow two weeks earlier he would not be the same guy he had been in high school, always on the periphery, never in the center of a group.

Finally, on the edge of campus, standing on the corner of Stanton and Main, Avery waited on the light to change so he could cross. In front of him was the old College Heights neighborhood, one with frat houses lining Main, and behind them, a neighborhood the local residents abandoned decades ago, moving their families away from the wicked students, leaving the old houses for them to rent. It was down in this neighborhood that Ross lived with two or three other guys, Avery wasn’t sure, for Ross had been drunk enough to be unclear on it. There was a Louis and Cody, but there might be another, but it didn’t matter, for they were just names. Only a bit more unknown than his roommate in the dorm. Robert was never there. An apparition that appeared late at night, then gone early in the morning. He knew Robert was in Architecture and he had heard the rumors of how they spent long hours in their studio, which he had firsthand knowledge, and it only a couple of weeks into the semester.

Strolling down the sidewalk, he passed other students, most heading toward town to one of the restaurants or bars or maybe the new cinema. They were in groups of two, three or four for most part and he found himself always the one to step aside and let them pass. He went down Stanton to Adrienne Terrace where he turned right. Keller Drive was three blocks ahead where he would turn left, looking for 1608, the house Ross lived in.

Traffic was light, but constant, as well as the number of pedestrians on the sidewalks. Avery wove his way along the old sidewalks, sections heaved upward by tree roots and one section cut out where a waterline repair was underway. At nine thirty-eight, he was walking up the sidewalk to the small porch that protected the front door. The curtains were pulled, and the only light was the single bulb under the porch. It made Avery question himself, wonder if he got the address wrong, even though it was Ross who had typed it into his phone. He heard music coming from inside but no voices. None of the laughter or banter one would expect.

At the front door he heard voices, muted, too low to understand. A knock, two quick raps with his knuckles and he heard someone come to the door. It cracked open and a guy peered out, shirtless, with worn tattered jeans hanging low on his waist.

“Hey, you the freshman, I’m Cody, one of Ross’ roommates. Come on in,” said Cody, swinging the door open.

Avery eased into the dark room, only two dimly lit lamps were on. There were two guys on the sofa, two at the dining room table picking over snacks. Standing in the middle of the room, confused by how few people were at the house, Avery wondered if he was too early, even though Ross said to get here around nine.

“This is Sean and Brent,” said Cody pointing at the two guys on the sofa. Avery noted who was who. The stocky muscular build in a tank top and gym shorts with short black hair was Sean, and the other was Brent, who had a lean build exposed by a dress shirt left unbuttoned, and a pair of jeans that were frayed and ripped so bad Avery was surprised they would stay up. “In there,” pointing into the dining room, “that is Louis and Tom.” Once again Avery noted each name, as he sized up the guys. Louis was short, boyish looking with brown hair, and a lean body within a t-shirt and cargo shorts. Tom was average in height, dark hair Avery would discover later as a reddish-brown in color, and had a lean body evident by its exposure, since all he had on was gym shorts. “We got beer in the frig, unless you want something a bit stronger,” added Cody as he plopped down in an armchair.

“I could use something,” Avery replied, trying hard not to stare.

“Ross is in the kitchen mixing up some drinks, so go on back and get him to make you one,” said Tom, pointing at the door in the back wall of the dining room.

“Okay,” Avery replied. Even though he didn’t really know Ross, he wanted to be around someone he had some prior exposure, even if casually, so he moved through the dining room and into the kitchen.

Ross had his back to the door, busy mixing drinks. Avery looked at the muscular body, with its round ass, the form evident in the tight jeans. The jeans hung low, revealing the waistband of the underwear underneath. The white was stark against the olive tone skin and faded blue of the jeans.

“Oh hey, you finally made it,” said Ross looking around as Avery came into the Kitchen. “You want a drink?”

“Sure.”

Avery watched the arms move as Ross took down another glass, dropped ice cubes in it, then began to mix some concoction in a pitcher, finally pouring it into the glass.

“Here ya go,” said Ross, holding out the glass.

“Thanks. Ross, I was wondering…doesn’t seem like a lot of people. Are more coming?”

“Oh hell no. This little party doesn’t need any more. You’ll see. And you’ll have the best time,” Ross replied, leaning closer, “I guarantee it.”

Avery smiled, despite his nervousness, and took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and sour, and as it went down, he felt the warmth of the bourbon that was in it.

“Come on, let’s get this party started,” said Ross, carrying a tray of drinks.

Avery wasn’t sure when it happened. One minute they were sitting or standing around joking about one thing or another. Ross brought out another round of drinks, then another, and he begin to feel their affect. He relaxed in the armchair, scooting down with legs stretched out as he listened to the banter. It seemed like it was going to be a social evening, just a bunch of guys hanging out. Then there was the talk of sex, the insinuations made. Then things got real.

Brent laid back on the sofa and spread his legs, and Avery saw it, cock and balls through a large rip. The cock stirred, rolled over and soon was hanging out. He tried not to stare but it was too enticing. Someone laughed and he tore his eyes from Brent’s cock only to see Louis climbing into Cody’s lap, who was directly across from him in the other armchair. He watched Louis rub Cody’s bare chest and kiss the neck. Cody rubbed his back, then slide a hand underneath the t-shirt, rubbing upward then back down, this time letting his hand slip within the cargo shorts. It was obvious what Cody was doing, with his hand down at Louis’ ass.

“Nice,” said Sean.

Avery looked back at the sofa, over Brent and Ross kissing while Ross toyed with his cock, to Tom and Sean, the two of them with hands down the other’s gym shorts. He watched the front of the gym shorts as hands toyed with cocks. Tom raised his ass letting Sean push them down until past the knees where they fell around ankles. Tom kicked them off, the shorts sailing over the coffee table landing on the other side of the room.

Avery tugged on his own cock as it grew erect in the tight confines of his jeans. He watched Sean lean over and take Tom in his mouth as his own arousal increased. Down those lips moved until nearly every inch was out of sight, then back up, over and over. Tom groaned, and after a minute, grabbed Sean by the hair and worked the mouth on his cock with an urgency.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Tom uttered.

“Fuck,” Avery whispered as he watched.

A ripping sound caused Avery to look toward Cody and Louis and he watched Cody pull Louis’ torn t-shirt down behind him, then use it to bind wrists together. Cody then worked the cargo shorts open and with Louis’ help, worked them off, tossing them carelessly across the room. Louis was naked, his little round ass exposed, and Avery watched as it moved over Cody until rubbing the head of his cock that was held up. It was so thick Avery didn’t believe Louis could take it. Back and forth, Louis moved his ass, rubbing it over the head until it was wet, with Cody was pushing upward.

“Fuck, Louis stop teasing me,” Cody exclaimed.

Louis stopped moving his ass back and forth, instead he hovered over Cody’s cock, then eased down. Avery watched in shock, as Louis took Cody easily, every inch, until he was impaled on it.

“Fuck; take that cock,” said Tom, and suddenly he pulled Sean off his cock, pushed him back as he came to his feet. He moved with determination, grabbing Sean under the arms, lifting him up. He put him on the coffee table, lifting legs to his chest.

“Yeah…do it…fuck me,” Sean uttered as Tom moved down to penetrate his ass.

As Tom pushed cock into Sean, Avery watched for they were so close he could reach out and touch them, if he so dared. Instead, he just kept his eyes on Tom’s cock sinking into Sean until hips blocked his view and he knew Sean had every inch.

“Fuck,” Avery whispered as Tom began to fuck. The coffee scooted across the floor and Sean moaned whorishly with every plunge into his depths.

“Avery…help me out,” Brent uttered, and Avery turned to see Brent’s jeans were bunched around his ankles and Ross was holding up his long cock, the head glistening wetly in the dim light. “Come on…don’t you want it?”

Avery thought of all those late-night fantasies, the images he created when masturbating, and none compared to what was happening before his eyes. So much cock, all out in the open, and one was being offered to him.

“Yes,” Avery whispered, going to his knees. He moved up between Brent’s legs, nervously sliding hands up each thigh until he was rubbing them over the bare stomach and chest. Ross tapped Brent’s cock against his face, then rubbed the head across his lips. Ross then rested a hand on his head, guiding him to the cock. It touched his lips, and he licked the head. The taste of it hit his system and he was dragging tongue down the shaft then back up until swirling around the head.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Brent uttered laying back, watching Avery on his cock.

Avery moved up till over the cock, the head at his lips and he let it slip between them and sink into his mouth as he moved down. He soon had a steady rhythm, up and down on Brent’s cock. The sound of fucking spurred him on, made him move wantonly, with a lust for another man like he had never felt before.

“Fuck…stop…not yet” Brent uttered between gasps as he pushed Avery off his cock. It bobbed and flexed with his arousal, glistening wetly in Avery’s face. Avery saw Ross kissing Brent’s neck as Brent gasped for beath.

“Avery, come here,” Cody whispered.

Avery turned to see Louis facing the room, cock buried in his ass. Cody held him back, with feet up on the arms of the chair, spread wide, concealing nothing. Cody’s thick cock looked impossibly large inside Louis, and Avery watched Louis move his hips slowly, up then down, moaning in pleasure.

Climbing to his feet and stumbling around the coffee table, he watched Tom fuck Sean, hips smacking against ass and the table screeching across the floor. He glanced back and saw Brent pushing Ross to his back while moving up between his legs.

“Avery,” Cody whispered.

Avery locked eyes with Cody as Louis slowly worked his ass up and down on Cody’s thick cock.

“Put it in him,” Cody whispered.

“What?” Avery asked, unsure he heard correctly.

“Put your cock inside Louis…please.”

“But you’re inside him and…”

“Do it! Fuck me. Come on Avery, fuck me,” Louis exclaimed, and Avery heard the pleading tone.

“Come on, Avery, take off your clothes and join us,” said Cody.

Avery pulled the tank top off, dropping it on the floor. With eyes locked on the ass moving up and down on cock, he undid his jeans and worked everything down his legs. He struggled to free his legs but eventually tossed the jeans and boxers to the side. His own cock angled upward, hard, the head wet from drooling with his lust, his desire, this wanton hunger for another man. He moved between Cody’s legs and wondered if Louis was going to slide off Cody’s cock, or did he really mean for him to put his in next to it? It seemed impossible. That small ass could not possibly take the two of them. He wasn’t as thick as Cody, but still, his cock filled his hand nicely when he masturbated.

“Fuck me. Come on, Avery, don’t make me beg,” Louis uttered as he stopped moving and lay back against Cody.

Avery moved closer, pushing his cock down, aiming it Louis’ stretched hole. He put the head against Cody’s cock and pushed, letting it slide along the short-exposed length until he was pushing against Louis. He felt the resistance, the tightness of Louis’ opening, but suddenly he wanted it, this penetration, more than anything else in the world. He pushed harder and watched amazed as the head squeezed through the tight opening. It was almost unbearable. The tight opening squeezed down on the head of his cock as he pushed it into Louis.

“FUCK,” Louis cried out.

Avery saw how the small body shivered. Sweat beaded up on the chest and trickled down the flush face. Louis reached over his head and held to Cody. It stretched out the small body, showed the quivering muscular frame and caused Louis’ cock to flex while drooling. Avery pushed another inch into Louis and Cody moaned. Another inch and Cody got a chokehold on Louis. Avery felt Cody’s cock move against his own, tugging outward, then pushing back into Louis. He couldn’t hold back, had no control over himself, and he pushed inch after inch through the tight opening until nearly every inch of his cock was inside Louis. He stood in awe at how Louis had the two of them. Two cocks in that small ass. It aroused him to feel Cody’s cock moving against his own. He took Louis by the ankles and raised the legs up, bracing them against his shoulders as he began to move too. He tugged his cock outward, feeling every inch squeeze through the tightness. Cody moaned, he moaned, and Louis cried out.

“Fuck…fuck me.”

There was movement to his side, and Avery saw the others move next to them. Tom and Brent were half-hard, and it was obvious Sean and Ross had taken their loads. Sean and Ross were still aroused with desire.

“Shit, Louis has both of them,” Tom uttered as they toyed with their own cocks.

Avery felt their eyes on them, their stares at the place where two cock bore into one hole, and it increased his arousal for them to watch. He held Louis’ legs and moved with a greater urgency, driving cock into the depths of Louis as Cody tugged outward. The friction was unendurable, pushing him toward release faster than he thought possible. It was almost painful the way Louis’ tight ass gripped his cock as he piston through it. It was even more surprising to watch what happened next.

Louis shuddered, then without touching his own cock, came. Cum erupted from it, spewing out thick wads that rained down on the small body as it shuddered with release.

“Fucking hell,” Brent whispered.

“Fuck,” Tom added.

Sean couldn’t control himself and he leaned over and took the spurting cock, capturing the last of its load in his mouth. Then he moved to the stomach and began to lick up the cum as Avery and Cody pushed cock into Louis’ depths.

Avery felt Louis’ hole spasm around his cock while coming, then he felt how Cody was jamming cock into him. It was frantic, no rhythm to the thrusts. Cody was just shoving inward, harder and harder, and Avery felt his own cock suddenly slide easily through Louis’ opening, now slick with Cody’s cum.

It was too much. Too much stimulation. Avery began to thrust harder, then shuddered with release as he pumped his own cum inside Louis. Finally spent, suddenly aware of the sweat that covered his own body and how short of breath he felt, Avery eased his cock out of him. He was still hard, impossibly hard, and when he stepped back Sean was suddenly in front of him, on knees, sucking his slick wet cock.

Glancing up, Avery watched Louis ease off Cody’s cock, then settle in his lap where the two of them watched Sean suck his cock. To his right, Brent was bent over taking Ross’ fuck. Avery watched Brent’s cock flop into view with every thrust inward and he wanted to feel what it was like, to take another man’s cock. He pushed Sean back and saw the surprised look, mouth open and panting for breath.

“Fuck me?” Avery asked as he turned around and bent over. Looking over his right shoulder, he watched Sean stand, stroke his wet cock, then move to him. He looked down, then closed his eyes waiting for the penetration. It would be his first and he was nervous and scared and wanted it so bad he heard himself begging for it.

“Come on, Sean, fuck me.”

He felt the wet cock touch his ass, rake up and down it, then press against his opening. Then there was the pain of entry, the stretching of his virgin opening to another man, and he clinched his jaw and pushed back.

Hands held Avery’s waist as cock began to piston inside his hole. A deep penetrating push inward then a tug outward until he felt the emptiness of its withdrawal and he began to push back as it sank into his depths again. He craved the fullness of each penetration. Sean’s pace increased until hips smacked against his ass and his cock flopped back and forth between his thighs. He liked the feel of it, the way it moved with their fuck, occasionally smacking wetly against his stomach or one thigh.

“Avery,” someone called out and Avery looked up to see Brent before him, hard cock sticking out, and he let Brent move closer until he had it in his mouth. Brent pushed inward and pulled back and Avery knew by the extra legs in his view, Brent was working his ass on Ross’ cock. He heard the soft mutterings, the pleading and his own moans as cock bore into his depths and slid over his tongue.

Brent came, his cock spurting out so much cum Avery nearly gagged on it as he tried to swallow all of it. Cum trickled down his chin as Brent pumped more and more into his mouth. Ross, then Sean cried out, and Avery felt the way Brent rocked forward roughly as Sean shoved cock into his depths.

Avery stood among the guys and felt his own masculinity, the rawness of it as he felt cum trickle down one thigh and the taste of Brent’s cum still on his tongue. He was still hard, aroused with what he had done, and he began to stroke himself, openly, in front of the guys.

“You horny bastard,” Cody jokingly exclaimed, and the others chuckled.

Avery saw the smiling faces, and he found he liked them watching. He wondered about his roommate, if he could let Robert catch him masturbating in their dorm room, and if it would lead to something. He faced the guys as his hand moved slickly along his hard cock.

“No…wait,” said Brent, pushing Avery’s hand off it.

Brent led Avery to the sofa, guided him to lay down on his back and was soon straddling him. Avery watched as Brent took him in hand and eased down on his cock, letting it sink in his ass all the way. Brent didn’t hesitate to begin fucking himself, working his ass up and down. The sofa squeaked and rocked beneath them as Brent’s pace increased, grew more physical. Brent moved up and down faster and faster until sweat was trickling down his face and chest. He was breathing hard, panting for breath, but he didn’t slow. Leaning back on hands, Brent worked his ass up and down on Avery’s cock while his own flopped around.

Avery watched the body moving on his cock, how the ass took him so easily. He gripped Brent’s ankles and held on until Brent pushed him to the point of release, and he shoved upward with each ejaculation until finally spent.

The room was still dark, but some light bounced around the blanket used as a curtain. Avery stirred awake and was confused at first, for the room was wrong, the angle of light not right and even more confusing was the warm bodies next to him. Then he remembered, all of it and he relaxed in the embrace, smiling at what had happened the night before. Ross lay in front of him, so innocent looking in his sleep, an illusion that made him smile. He didn’t need to look around to know it was Brent behind him. He remembered how Sean and Tom left to go back to their place, and Cody led Louis to his room, then Brent and Ross led him to their room.

He sat up and looked at the two guys either side of him, and knew they were more than roommates. He remembered how they kissed each other while the three of them showered before climbing in bed.

Easing down the bed and off the foot of it, he walked back to the living room to find his clothes. The house was quiet, no one else awake. He saw the destruction they had wrought the night before. Empty glasses, plates with chips and snacks on side tables and clothes scattered everywhere. He picked up the clothes, laying the garments that were not his on the sofa. He giggled at the dried spots on the sofa remembering the sex on it, the last his own with Brent.

Dressed, he searched for a piece of paper and pen. Someone’s composition notebook lay in the kitchen and he tore a page out, and wrote a quick note, leaving it on the dining table, then he eased out of the house, into the warmth of early morning.

All week Avery thought of it, last weekend with the guys. He laughed out loud at the text messages from Brent and Ross and blushed till his face felt warm when he ran into Louis and Cody at the burger joint on Harding Avenue. They sat together and after a few insinuating remarks about the party, began to talk of classes, of the movie that was starting the next weekend and the latest from the White House, each shaking their heads at the banality of it. No one brought up the possibility of another party, and Avery was secretly glad, for he had another goal when it came to being with another guy.

Friday night arrived and it was stormy, a front moving through bringing thunder, lightning and heavy rain. The dorm was quiet, voices muted, as guys moved from room to room. Avery came from the lobby after checking his mail and saw a lot of the guys were settled in for the night. There were video games, movies or some just sitting in small groups listening to music. Back in his room, one that felt like it was his alone, Robert gone so often, he left the overhead light off and went to his bed. With music playing softly in the background he slid his backpack from under his bed to retrieve the book he was reading. A purchase from the bookstore in town he had kept hidden from Robert. It was stories about the experiences of gay men, and how they met their first partner or boyfriend or had a simple hookup. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but the descriptions were enough to arouse him, to make his cock grow hard when a story described the sex between two characters.

Dressed in only a tank top and boxers, it was easy for Avery to free his cock. He simply tossed the tank top on the floor and pushed his boxers down his legs. He continued reading, how the character David moved to Tyler, touching the bare chest, stomach, then the cock. It made his own flex and he found himself masturbating. He stroked slowly, wanting it to last. He wanted to feel himself aroused and wanted to see how long he could make that state last. He tortured himself, getting so close time and time again, only to stop, letting his arousal subside. He let his cock loose some of its hardness, then he would toy with it again. Before long, his hand was moving wetly along the hard shaft.

He was consumed by the story, the events unfolding, that he didn’t hear the music playing, nor the key in the lock and the latch releasing. He didn’t hear Robert step into the room, who upon seeing him naked and masturbating, eased the door shut. He didn’t hear Robert ease to the foot of his bed, wet backpack gently placed on the floor, but he saw the movement, the body come into the light from the lamp.

“Fuck!” Avery exclaimed, grabbing for the blanket to conceal himself, only to realize it was out of reach. He lay exposed, cock hard, wet, flexing with his arousal. He finally gave up, realized the futility of it and looked up at Robert.

Robert was wet, black hair hanging around his head. The white t-shirt was transparent, and Avery saw the dark nipples, and with it clinging wetly to the body, the muscular form of it. Then he saw the look, one he recognized. One of longing. Of desire. But also, of confusion and fear.

“Robert, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be back tonight.”

“I…I…had a jury this afternoon and…some of us…went to dinner after…”

“Jury?”

“We…presented our projects…where we are currently in our design.”

“I see.”

“You were…” Robert stammered, and Avery saw his eyes go the book, one he had been hiding from him.

“I should get dressed,” Avery uttered in a low voice, for he didn’t know how to take the next step with Robert, how to insinuate his willingness. He eased up, reaching down to the foot of the bed, running his hand under the blanket searching for his boxers. Robert moved closer and he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.

“You don’t have to get dressed,” Robert whispered, and Avery heard the nervousness.

“I don’t?” Avery asked, and he watched Robert shake his head.

“You want to sit down with me?” Avery asked, sliding over.

He watched Robert start to ease down next to him, then stop, standing up straight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Robert wasn’t going to do it, and Avery felt a disappointment that was centered in his chest.

“I’m wet,” said Robert.

Avery wanted to say he was too but refrained. He realized what was holding Robert back, and he eased to his knees on the bed and faced him.

“We just need to get you out of these clothes. Okay?”

Avery watched Robert nod his head, and he reached out, taking the t-shirt by the hem and lifted it up. Robert raised his arms and let him remove it. Standing submissively, Robert just watched Avery undo his jeans, pull the zipper down and start working them down.

Robert seem to awake from his stupor and removed his jeans. Then he removed the white boxer-briefs, tossing them on the floor with his other garments. He was half-hard, cock rising upward as it grew thicker and longer. The black pubic hair fanned out over it and both legs were lightly dusted with black hair.

Avery put his hands on the thighs and ran his hands upward, lightly grazing the skin, feeling the soft hairs tickle his palms. He slipped them around the waist and held each ass cheek as he pulled Robert forward until he was able to bend down and take his cock. He didn’t toy with it, but took every inch he could, afraid of Robert having second thoughts about what they were doing. But hands rested on his shoulders and he heard the soft exhale as Robert let him suck.

“Fuck…Avery…” Robert uttered in a low voice as he grew rock hard in Avery’s mouth.

 Robert filled Avery’s mouth, grew thick, making him struggled to take all of it, but he didn’t let the struggle stop him. He worked his mouth on Robert’s cock until it moved slickly through his lips. He felt fingers dig into his shoulders and knew he was pushing Robert to the brink of release. It was too soon. Pulling back, he let Robert slip from his mouth and watched the thick cock bob up and down in his face. Looking up, he saw the lust, the desire, almost pleading in expression.

“Robert, get on the bed,” Avery whispered.

Avery watched Robert get on his back next to him. He moved between the legs and suppressed the urge to smile as Robert lifted them to his shoulders.

“You want me?” Avery uttered.

“Yes,” Robert replied.

Avery moved up closer, and toyed with the hard cock, raked fingers over the tightening sac, down to the wrinkled tight opening. He rubbed it until he felt Robert push against his finger, then he penetrated him. Slowly, he eased one finger inside Robert, then two, and finally three, stretching the tight opening until he fingers moved easily within it.

“Avery…please…fuck me,” Robert exclaimed, and Avery put his cock to Robert’s opening and pushed.

Avery moved over Robert. He wanted to be on top, to be close enough they could kiss. He didn’t know if Robert would let him do something so intimate, but as he pushed thighs against chest, Robert’s ass angled up for his cock. He leaned down and kissed the neck, up along the side of it to Robert’s face. As he moved along the smooth jaw, feeling some stubble right along the lower edge of it, Robert turned to him and pressed their lips together. They kissed passionately as Avery held Robert’s wrists down on the bed and pumped cock into his depths.

Avery fucked to feel his cock inside of Robert, to feel the tight opening milk his shaft as he piston through it and to feel the soft heat of the hole when penetrating it fully. Increasing in pace until bodies smacked together and the bed squeaked beneath them, Avery struggled to maintain control, wanting their fuck to last for long as possible. He undulated on top of Robert, kept their bodies pressed together savoring the feel of it. The slickness of sweaty skin against sweaty skin, and the shared heat of the contact. Hands moved to his ass, cupping each cheek as he heard Robert uttering soft pleadings for him to fuck harder.

Robert shuddered beneath him, cried out, then Avery felt the hot cum pooling between them as Robert’s cock flexed against his stomach. He kept fucking, letting the slick cum smear between them. The smell of it filled the room, an overpowering male scent that spoke to their sex. He pushed inward, all the way and shuddered with his own release.

They lay in Avery’s bed, legs intertwined and Robert resting his head on Avery’s chest, fingers lightly rubbing his stomach. Avery giggled when Robert circled his navel, and he leaned up and kissed him.

“I didn’t think…I wasn’t around much, and you seemed not to notice me and…”

“What are you trying to say?” asked Avery.

“I’m glad I caught you and you were willing to be with me.”

Avery exhaled as he chuckled softly. “That’s funny.”

“Funny? Why is it funny?”

“I wasn’t even sure you were gay. You’re out so much and…I just wasn’t sure you would even consider it.”

“What will the guys on the floor say if they find out?”

“Who cares,” Avery replied defiantly.

Avery ran a hand down Robert’s stomach till he was toying with his cock. He felt it thicken in his hand and he kept manipulating it until it was rock hard.

“Avery…” Robert uttered.

Avery rolled him to his back and moved on top. He rubbed his ass over the thick cock, felt it fill the space between his thighs and press against his hole until he couldn’t take it. He rose on knees and held Robert up. He saw Robert watching him, eyes wide, as he moved down. He felt the wide blunt head touch him, then press against his tightness. He worked his ass over the head until it was wet then he let his weight carry him down. Down until that thick cock spread him open and penetrated him. Then he rode Robert, physical in his movements. It was an urgent fuck, one with bodies on the break of exhaustion, but still finding the energy for one more time. Avery took his own cock in hand, and in rhythm with their fuck, stroked it.

All too soon, Avery felt his release, the surge of it as his cock flexed thickly in his hand. He cried out and sat hard on Robert’s cock as his own spewed cum across Robert’s face, chest and stomach. He kept moving, up and down so roughly the bed squeaked in protest, until fingers dug into his thighs and Robert was shoving upward nearly rocking him off.

“Fuck…I’m coming,” Robert exclaimed as he shuddered with every release.

“Avery kept moving until Robert was spent, then he collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.

The guys were crowded around the table. There was eight of them, all sated from a heavy dinner of bar-be-cue. Empty glasses and beer bottles littered the table, their plates already taken away. The semester was nearing its end, and they would soon be off for the summer.

Avery squeezed Robert’s hand under the table when someone asked them again about their summer plans, four weeks in Italy and Greece allowing Robert to study the old architecture of the regions. It had been Robert’s idea, and for weeks he had hinted at Avery going with him, but not until he laid out an itinerary did Avery realize how serious he had been. There would be two weeks at home, then they would fly to Atlanta, Avery from Mobile and Robert from Nashville, where they would board the overseas flight to Rome.

The others talked of their summer plans, the arrangements to get together and how they would pass the summer. Avery listened, noticing how the six guys seemed to be forming relationships, settling down from their rowdiness. Sean with Tom, Cody with Louis, and Ross with Brent. He thought of all the times one or the other dismissed such a notion, claimed they would settle down sometime in the future, but he had seen the bravado dissipate. He knew from visits with the guys for a cookout or just to hang out and watch a movie, what the sleeping arrangements were in the house. Brent’s clothes scattered around in Ross’s room, and Louis staying at the house all the time, even though he pretended it was just for a night or two. And Sean and Tom were always together when they came over.

For Avery, there was Robert. Although he spent long nights in the studio, he was around their dorm room more often than he had before. Many a night, Avery heard him come in late and ease into their bed, snuggling up against him.

And there were nights, sometime in the middle of the A.M. hours when the dorm was quiet, that Avery or Robert initiated sex, manipulated, and toyed with the other until aroused and unable to hold back. They would move against each other, naked, warm body undulating against warm body. Robert would pull Avery on top, or Avery would push him down on the bed, or Avery would roll to his stomach, or…

In the silence of the dorm, anyone awake and near their room could hear the cries, the moans and squeaking bed, and they could hear one or the other cry out.

“Fuck.”