More Exploring, More Crushing
But after that day, when Ilya went to the hospital and I went to work, we barely saw each other, which was starting to be the norm. Med students don't have lives, really, outside of their hospital duties. Oh, we said hi in the mornings and sometimes were able to hang out in the evenings, but it was only on weekends that we had a chance to actually talk. So a week went by before we sat down and had a conversation again.
In the meantime, I spent my afternoons and evenings at the restaurant. Zoltan, part of that couple that I had had that amazing evening with, texted me, but I put them off. It wasn't that I wasn't into them, but I realized I was in the mood for variety. I wanted to try things with people. I wanted to get intimate with different kinds of people. I could get back to them later.
So I was standing in a coffee shop downtown and saw an ad for a lecture by this brainy guy that was supposed to be about how technology can help and how it can fuck up our society. Interesting stuff. And with my growing interest in social work, I thought it might be inspiring. I saw it was at a hotel just down the street from the restaurant the following Sunday night. Very cool.
The week was busy and Ilya and I barely saw each other until Saturday. He and I had a nice breakfast together and I managed to keep my crush under wraps. He seemed tired and frankly, a little stressed out. I put my coffee down and said, “What's up, Ilya? You seem like you're on another planet.”
He looked up, surprised. “Oh...yeah, it's kind of stressful these days. And something from my past is becoming a problem.”
I raised my eyebrows and said, “What?”
He didn't say anything for a second, then said, “It's nothing. Just an annoyance.”
He looked uncomfortable and I knew enough to not push it. He clearly didn't want to talk about it. And for my part, all I wanted to do was put my arms around the guy and hold on. Oh, I had it bad. I was in trouble. I gulped some coffee and tried to pull my mind away from any number of fantasies, and not just sexual ones. You know the ones. Declarations of love, promises that I would always be there, yadda yadda. I mentally shook my head and ate my toast.
Ilya, poor guy, had a night shift at the hospital so he was gone by four. I chilled, watching something ridiculous on television and went to bed.
The following Friday, I got to the conference centre at five after my shift at the restaurant. The room was filling up fast, but I found a seat near the back and looked around, wondering what sort of people went to things like this. I was surprised. All ages, colours, sizes. Some scruffy young people, some well-dressed older people and all kinds in between.
I was looked around not really focused on much when I noticed this guy sit down one row ahead of me just to my left. As he sat down he looked at me with these big brown eyes. His skin was this tan colour, his lips were full and kissable, his jaw was strong with short dark scruff that I wanted to run my hand over. He was tall and slim and wearing all black. Holy shit was he sexy.
I must have been staring because he suddenly had this big smile on his face – more of a big smirk – and then he sat down. I came to and looked down at the program and felt stupid. Was I allowed to ogle guys like that? Women either hated it or loved it. I wasn't sure if guys did, especially if they were straight, and I had no idea if this guy was or not.
The room got quiet and I realized the speaker was about to begin, so I turned my attention to the front. At first the guy was interesting, even funny, but then he started droning on about web security and end-to-end encryption and I frankly zoned out. I looked at the program and realized he had a whole fucking hour to go, so I decided to bail. I got up and left the place, glad to get into the foyer where I could breathe. Then I remembered Mr Brown Eyes and wondered if I should go back and see what might happen, but the thought of enduring more of speaker's self-importance made the decision for me.
I walked outside to the nice day that had appeared and stood, wondering what to do. I looked up the street, trying to see if there was somewhere I could grab a coffee.
“That was pretty awful, wasn't it?”
I was startled and turned and there he was, beaming at me, his hair getting all sexy and tousled in the breeze. That made my day. I smiled and said, “Yeah, I was hoping he might actually say something meaningful.”
He laughed and stuck out his hand. “Sanjay.”
I shook his, which was surprisingly cool and soft. “Steve.”
“You feel like grabbing a coffee?”
He must have read my mind. “Absolutely. Where should we go?”
“Follow me.”
We walked up Cambie Street from the hotel and around a few corners to this little street and an even smaller coffee shop. We sat outside with our lattes since the weather was turning out to be nice. Sanjay was a chatty dude and we tore apart what little of the presentation we saw.
After a pause, I said, “So what interested you in seeing him?”
He laughed and said, “I don't know. I'm a programmer and wanted to see if he had anything relevant to say. He didn't. What about you?”
His face was all open and friendly, but I felt stupid suddenly, not having finished my degree. But at the same time it kind of cemented something. “I'm a waiter, but I'm going to finish my undergrad at UBC in the fall.” I realized it just seemed obvious.
He took a sip of his coffee. “In what?”
That was the hard part, but I said, “Social work? I'm not sure yet.”
He looked surprised. “Really? That's awesome.”
That was nice to hear. “I think so, too, but I haven't really decided. I was in K doing a degree, but I bailed.”
He didn't say anything for a moment, then said, “Let me guess. You got away from a relationship.”
That surprised me. I said, “How did you know?”
“Just a hunch. The way you were looking around, and, frankly, the way you checked me out was my first clue that you were newly looking.” I felt embarrassed and he noticed because he quickly said, “And I'm flattered, by the way. Really flattered.” He reached across and touched my cheek with his hand for a second. I almost jumped over the table and kissed him, but I restrained myself. Public and all.
I decided to change the subject for a second. “So what sort of programming do you do?”
He looked at his coffee as if the answer were in there, then said “I program security systems for big companies. Kind of soulless work, but it pays well. Security is huge these days. There's all kinds of shit going down on an international level that we need to protect our technology from.”
I didn't really know what he was talking about, but I got the gist of it. “Very cool.” Then I decided to be a little flirty. “And really sexy, if you don't mind me saying.”
His grin was awesome and I knew something was going to happen. And as if he read my mind, he said, “I live just down the street if you don't have anything else to do...”
I reached over and put my hand underneath his chin and squeezed. “I don't as a matter of fact.”
I liked how fast these things seem to happen. Dudes are so efficient when it comes to sex. Not that I wanted that all the time. Sometimes it's nice to have a slow seductive burn that might take a white to get going, but sometimes you just want to fuck, and fuck now. So in this case, it was now. For a second I had that thought about 'what the hell was I doing', but it passed.
We walked up the street to a new condo building and went up a bunch of floors. It made me think of Zoltan's place, but it was smaller. Vancouver seems to be made up entirely of condos.
His place wasn't huge, but it was bright and modern, but I didn't have a chance to really look, because he pulled me into the bedroom and threw me on the bed. He fell on top of me, low on his hands and knees, grinding his crotch into mine, just looking into my face all serious and intense. He said, “You are so fucking gorgeous, you know that?”
I was taken aback. I wasn't used to guys saying things like that to me, bit it felt nice. I said, just before kissing him, “And so are you...”
He laughed and we started a kiss that didn't seem to end. We kissed and all the while he thrust his crotch into mine, he undid my shirt, then his own, he managed to pull his pants off, then mine. He slid my underwear off and started to stroke my cock really softly and take off his own briefs at the same time. Ambidextrous didn't seem to the right word.
He let go of my tongue and pushed himself up onto his elbows and looked down between us as he slid his cock against mine, running the head of his up my shaft, then pulling back and doing it again. And again. It was intense and each time the heads of our cocks met, I felt my body almost shudder the feeling was so awesome.
Then he started to kiss my neck, his lips all wet and soft, then down to my pecs, bathing my nipples with his mouth, playing his tongue around them then very softly biting them one after the other, over and over. I felt his hand slide down my belly and he gripped my cock with his thumb pressed against the head, smearing the juice that run out all over it, making it sticky.
He stuck his tongue in my navel, then kissed around my cock really slowly, pausing when he reached the space between my cock and my balls, licking the space as if it was an ice cream cone. I started to moan because I had to do something with all the amazing feelings in my body. I rubbed my hands through his thick brown hair.
When I felt his lips on the shaft of my cock, all the energy went up a notch. He sucked the sides of my cock, moving around, slowly making his way to the head. I felt his body move and I realized he was about to straddle my face from above. I could see his nice slim, but long cock right above me, all surrounded by thick brown hair. I reached up and aimed it at my mouth and he helped me by pushing his hips down and his dick slowly slid in.
His mouth was still all over the head of my cock at the same time as he began to very slowly push his dick deep into my mouth, then just as slowly pull back. He did it again and I realized he was matching the pace of him taking my whole cock into his mouth, his tongue flowing all over the place on the sides, the head just catching in the back of his throat before he pulled back with a lot of suction.
I almost didn't have to do anything, but then I put my hands on his ass cheeks and pulled them apart so I could worm some fingers into his warm, receptive, tight hole. I felt and heard him groan as I pushed two fingers in deep and he fucked my face a little harder, pushing his cock deeper. I could feel pre-cum oozing onto my tongue as he pulled out. I used my hands on his ass to push him back in. I wanted his cock to fuck my mouth. It was as simple as that. I think he got it, because he started to work harder and he took hold of the base of my cock and stroked and sucked at the same time.
I loved the feeling that we were connected at both ends, and I loved the feeling of him using my face like a...I guess I'll just say it...like a cunt. There was something about him that made me want to be taken like this, to be used. He fucked my face harder and because his cock wasn't particularly long – like Trevor's – I could take it. I could take the whole thing and used my lips to add some suction of my own.
We seemed to be working in tandem, like we were on the same wavelength and though I find it's not always easy to cum while being sucked, I knew I was going to get there this time, especially since his hand was helping to stroke me to yet new heights. And I could tell he was feeling the same. His thrusts into my mouth were long and faster and I could smell his body, I could taste his precum, I could feel the heat from him and his mouth on my cock sent crazy flashes though my head. I could barely breath but I didn't care.
I whimpered into his cock, and I felt my body let go, I felt my cum spurting into his mouth and as soon as it did, his own cock seemed to get even harder in my mouth and it didn't blast cum so much as pour onto my tongue, then into my throat. He continued to pull back, then jam his cock in, cum spurting the whole time, and soon my mouth was coated and I could feel it drool out around my lips. I could feel him swallow my jizz and I did the same, the flavour of him mild and tangy. He had stopped moving and his cock was still in my mouth, all hard and throbbing. I swallowed and pulled him out of my mouth, and spent some time licking his balls, which were a little hairy, a little sweaty and big.
He let go of my cock and rolled off me, pulling himself around so he was lying on his side, his face close to mine. He was breathing heavily and I liked the way it washed over me when he exhaled. He leaned forward and kissed me so softly if my eyes had been closed I would have barely felt it. I was beginning to understand Sanjay was a sensualist and I liked it.
We talked into the early evening, just lying there, his strong leg draped over mine all fuzzed with brown hair. He got up and ordered a pizza which we ate in bed with some wine. It felt really fun and easy, but I could see that he savoured every second of it. He leaned over and kissed me a few times as if he wanted to see if it still tasted the same.
After we finished, I was feeling randy, so I crawled on top of him and said, “Do you feel like fucking me?” I was getting better and better at asking guys for exactly what I wanted.
His face lit up with a big grin and he pulled me down, plastering his lips to mine, snaking his tongue in and circling it around my mouth. I could feel him getting hard underneath me so I pushed my hips into his cock, loving the feeling of its length massaging the space between my ass and my balls. He stopped at one point and produced some lube from the side table which he expertly used and then I lifted myself up and impaled myself on his cock, enjoying the feel of it slowly pushing into my body.
I leaned back and took hold of my own hard dick and flexed my thighs and legs and began to fuck myself on him, and he did the same, pushing his body up so we met in the middle with a little earthquake. I shut my eyes and let it happen, let his dick be as deep as it wanted, let myself open up to him. It all felt really chill and friendly, no more pyrotechnics. We kept it up for a little while, getting more eager as the cum started to boil in my balls, until finally, with a big groan, my cock started to spew out onto his chest, then ran down my hand onto my balls, dribbling onto his stomach.
He got all aggressive and he flipped us over and I assumed he wanted to use more force, because he pushed my legs aside and began a long series of deep, almost crazy deep thrusts. For such a slim guy he was incredibly strong, and I felt like he was going to push me off the bed. When he finally burst, he leaned down and swallowed my tongue, fucking fast until he let out a long sigh into my mouth and fell sideways, sliding out of me, gasping. I could feel cum drooling out of me ass so I scooped some up with my finger and sucked it off, loving the taste of him.
I turned and wrapped my arms around him so we were all cozy. He kissed me a few times, but I could tell he was going to fade away, so I watched him as he dozed off. Very cute.
We both slept until morning and when I woke up, I decided to give him a morning treat, so I got down and sucked/jacked a load out of him when he was not quite awake. When I had swallowed, I lay down and jerked myself fast, pulling a little lake of cum out of me, all over my chest and belly. He leaned down and tasted it – savoured is the word – and then kissed me.
We talked in bed for a while, then went out for breakfast. He tried to explain more about what he did for a living, but most of it went over my head. As we sat in the diner with our eggs, I had the thought that he might not be partner material, but certainly good friend material. I really liked him and his mind. I couldn't quite see us as a couple, but as friends? Totally. I got the sense he felt the same way. With a kiss on the street and having made a date to go to a movie the following week, I went home.
To my surprise, Ilya was there. He was in the living room on his computer looking both so amazingly beautiful but also really distracted. I saw there was coffee on, so I poured some for both of us and went and sat down beside him. I said, “Hey. How are you?”
He looked at me as if he hadn't noticed I was there. “Oh, hi, Steve. How are you?”
I could tell he asked it out of reflex, not because he wanted to know. But I said, “Fine. How are you?”
For a moment he didn't say anything, just staring at his laptop screen. Then he said, “Someone is trolling me on social media.”
Shocked, I said, “Who?”
He shook his head and I wasn't sure if it was to me or to himself. “It doesn't matter. I'm going to ignore it.”
I didn't say anything, mostly because I didn't know what to say. But I did know there was way more to this than what he was saying but I knew I had to let it go. I changed the subject.
“What's going on at the hospital?”
He laughed and looked at me and I could tell he was glad I moved on. “Oh, fine. Stabbings, heart attacks, a kid with a cut knee. The usual.”
“How much longer will you have to do this?”
He shrugged. “I've lost track. Another month? I don't remember.”
We talked for a while, then I got ready for my early afternoon-evening shift at the restaurant. I spent some time in the shower remembering Sanjay and the great time we had had, the amazing sex I'd had in general. And during my shift I found it almost distracting. I realized I was getting really into sex with guys. I wanted more and more of it. I barely thought about women. I thought about Susan, of course, but that was different. I still missed her, but it seemed to be a feeling that was off in the distance somewhere. Like something that happened a hundred years ago.
After my shift, I was trying to decide what to do, since I didn't want to go home just yet. I went to the bar where Omar worked just to see if he was in, but some other dude was there. A clearly straight dude. But I sat with a martini and let myself drift. After a while, the gin started to do its work and I felt more mellow, more myself. Being a waiter is great and all, but you really have to act the whole time you're there, pretending to be cheerful and interested no matter how you feel, or what kind of customer you have.
I turned idly, checking out the space and off in the corner facing me was someone I knew. I couldn't think of his name, but I knew him from high school. He was tall and athletic, with buzzed blonde hair and a really athletic body. He was sitting with another guy, talking. I wished suddenly Mark was with me because I knew he would remember. I almost called him, but then I decided to solve the problem myself. I picked up my glass and walked over wearing my best smile.
I stood there for a second, looking down, waiting for him to notice. He looked up and a big smile appeared on his face. “Steve...?”
It was his voice that twigged me. “Jeff! It is you! What the hell are you doing in Vancouver?”
He grinned and said, “I live here now. I'm at UBC.”
“That's so cool. Can I sit?”
“Yeah, of course.” He turned to the other guy and said, “Martin, this is Steve. We were in high school together.”
Martin was this smaller guy with curly blonde hair and big brown eyes. Really striking. He stuck out his hand and we shook. Our eyes kind of locked in a way I was beginning to recognize. Like when Omar looked at me, I realized. But I also thought that maybe that meant Jeff was gay. Holy shit. I had no idea. He had been such a jock in high school. A nice guy, but he played the whole dude-thing really well.
I sat down at their table and we clinked glasses. Jeff said, “To BC”
I laughed and said, “Totally! To BC. I love it here.”
We talked for a while and after our drinks were done, we got up and I assumed we were going our separate ways. Martin turned to me and said, “What are you up to now?”
I looked from Jeff to Martin and then said, “Uh...home?”
Jeff laughed and said, “Ok. I have a confession to make. I was talking to Mark recently. He and I were kind of friends back then, and still are. When he came out I sort of came out with him, but I kept it pretty quiet.”
I was shocked. Mark didn't tell me everything, now did he? I said, “So...?”
Jeff moved a little closer to me, putting his hand on my shoulder and said, “Well...maybe you want to come to our place for a drink...or something.”
Jeff's eyes were bright and his hand felt nice as he massaged his way to the back of my neck. I grinned and looked at Martin. I finally said, “Maybe I do.”
With a big smile, Jeff turned and hailed a cab. We drove for a while, closer to UBC to a slightly rickety row house. As Martin opened the front door, he said, “We have a couple of roommates and the place is kind of a mess...”
Inside was a little untidy, but nothing out of the ordinary with lots of mis-matched furniture and posters on the walls. Jeff went into the kitchen and Martin and I moved into the main space. There was a guy watching television who gave us a smile. Martin said, “This is Ron. Ron, this is Steve from Jeff's high school.”
Ron was a slim guy with nice curly hair and big blue eyes. He stood up and I could tell he was gay. You just know, right? It's obvious in some guys. He shook my hand and I could see I was being checked out.
Jeff reappeared with a bottle of wine and some glasses. He turned to Ron and said, “Where's Tim?”
Ron took a glass from him and said, “He's at work tonight.”
Once we all had wine, the four of us toasted. I was sitting beside Ron and Jeff on the sofa and Martin was on a chair across from us. Jeff turned to a little wooden box on a table by the sofa and soon he was rolling us a big joint. I liked where this was going. I turned to Ron and we talked about UBC. He was in Sociology and when I said I was thinking about Social Work he seemed interested and told me it was a good program. Nice guy. Smart and funny and really cute.
The joint made its way around and soon we were all feeling mellow. Martin got up and put some music on and got rid of some lights. He came and sat beside me on the sofa and lay back with a sigh. I could tell something was going to happen and sure enough it did.
Jeff put his arm around Ron's shoulder and pulled him in and they right away got into a nice deep kiss. As I watched, I felt Martin's hand on my back just running up and down really softly. I turned and he had this look. Kind of stoned, kind of intense, kind of direct. I reached over and slid my hand under his t-shirt and ran it up his chest, liking the feel of his nipples. He caught his breath and pulled me close. Our kiss was suddenly deep and wild. He tasted like wine and his tongue was long and strong as it snaked around mine.
Behind me I realized someone had got up. I heard Jeff say, “Let's go to your room, Ron...”
Martin pulled back and grinned at me. He said, “Want to join them?”
I leaned in and licked his neck then said, “Why not?” But before I got up, I pulled Martin's t-shirt off, wanting to see his chest. I leaned down and flicked my tongue over one of his nipples, then the other, and slid my hand down the front of his pants, feeling him hard and hot, his cock already big. He pulled my face up and we kissed really slowly. He had a little stubble which felt intense against my chin.
Conveniently, Ron's bedroom was just around the corner. I got up and took Martin's hand and pulled him up. The other two had already disappeared. We walked, hand in hand, into a little bedroom that had a bed that was barely big enough for two, much less four. Jeff and Ron were already mostly naked, standing beside the bed with Jeff just in his socks and Ron had a t-shirt on and nothing else. They were stroking each other's cocks and their mouths were all squished together. I was kind of into watching them as I felt Martin undo my pants and pull them down. I turned and watched him get on his knees, running his mouth over my briefs, over the hard cock that was underneath. I turned back to the other
two who had pulled each other close, still kissing and flexing their hips so their dicks were battling it out between them.
I put my hand on Martin's head as he pulled my briefs down, which I stepped out of. I pulled my shirt off, wanting to be naked, wanting to feel all the skin in the room touch mine. I stepped closer to the other two so I could put my on hands on their asses, and Martin moved over, my cock still in his hand, then in his mouth all hot and wet. Ron moved closer to me with a big smile and soon Martin had three dicks really close to his face. He seemed really into it. He continued to suck mine, but he was stroking Ron's, then he pulled Jeff's dick into his mouth with a lot of tongue. Jeff moaned and started to kiss Ron again, his arms running all over his ass.
I reached down and grabbed a hold of Ron's cock that was a good size and uncut. I stroked it a few times, then decided I needed more, so I got on my knees beside Martin and gave it some attention with my mouth, giving it a tongue bath, and tugging on his balls which were almost delicate and boyish. I liked the cozy feel of all our bodies so close together and I could smell all kinds of guy smells, sexy and pungent.
I realized Jeff was moving, and moving closer to Ron so their dicks were touching and I saw that Martin and I could run our mouths over both of their cocks, really close together, and it was like one big kiss with two cocks involved. We sucked on the ends, ran our lips over the shafts, and somehow sort of kissing at the same time, moving over the top of one and the bottom of the other until our mouths met again. I had never had so much cock in my mouth at the same time. I turned to Martin and we kissed with more focus for a moment until I felt one of the cocks pushing at the sides of our mouths, then between us and we continued to kiss with all that flesh moving between our lips, then our tongues. It felt intense and the pot was doing its work because I kind of lost time and space. All I was aware of was skin and spit and tongue and cock.
I needed to breathe, so I pulled back and watched Martin take Jeff's cock deep in his throat, Jeff holding Martin's head while he slammed it in. Ron pulled me up and then pushed me onto the bed where we wrapped our bodies around each other, our cocks sliding together and our mouths suctioned to each other. He mouth was smaller and his tongue more muscular than Martin's, but his kisses were full of energy and he pushed me onto my back and drove that tongue deep, grinding his body into mine. He seemed to be fucking my balls with his cock, then his moved it lower so the head of his cock was running over my hole.
I felt the bed move and I turned a little and saw the other two get on the bed with Jeff on his belly, his head right beside mine, and Martin on top of him. I could just see him start to push his cock in to Jeff's ass. At the same time, Ron spread my legs and I watched him put my thighs over his shoulders so he could push his mouth into my ass, tonguing his way into my hole. There was a lot of sensation in the room and the THC in my blood made it hard to concentrate.
I felt Jeff's start to kiss the side of my face and I turned and our mouths met. I realized that Martin was fucking him, holding himself up on his hands. He was looking down at us kiss with a little smile. I grinned at him, but Jeff pulled my face back to his, his mouth hungry and wet.
As we traded tongues, I felt Ron's cock push at my hole. Softly at first, but then with more energy. He had pushed my legs back so they were bent and his torso was on my shins while his cock slid into me, slow and intense. He pushed my legs even farther back and more apart, so he could get lower and when his cock was fully in, his groin in contact with mine, he was able to kiss me as well as Jeff at the same time. The three of us managed a three-way kiss, tongues entwining and then, to my amazement, Martin lowered himself and joined us and for a moment their were four mouths together, four tongues. But it was too awkward, and Martin moved back up, fucking Jeff even harder.
The bed was groaning and knocking against the wall as Martin and Ron fucked us. Jeff and I kissed a bit, but mostly just watched each other be fucked. After a minutes or so, I decided to shift. I wanted something different. I pushed Ron off me and got up on my knees. I said, “I want Jeff to fuck me.”
Jeff laughed and moved around in the crazy game of bareback twister and he grabbed my hips and started to slide his cock in the crack of my ass. Martin got on his knees in front of me, really close and Ron got behind him. I watched Martin's face as Ron pushed his dick deep. I leaned in and our mouths met and I felt Jeff push himself into my ass, his cock bigger than I expected. I gasped into Martin's mouth as I felt myself open to him, then the slight pain, the amazing feel of my whole body stretching to take him. When he was in, he rotated his hips, his cock stretching me even more, my ass finding space for him as he slowly started to push harder, fucked deeper. I felt his arms go around me and Ron did the same from the other side so that the four of us were all close: my mouth attached to Martin and Jeff and Ron connected to us through their cocks. We were like one organism. I was so stoned, don't judge me.
But it worked. Jeff fucked me fast and my dick was all squished between Martin's cock and our bodies and we didn't have to do anything, the movements we made together were stroking us really nicely as the other two fucked us. Because we were stoned, we managed this for a little while, but I could tell by the force of Jeff ploughing me that he was close. He was almost pushing the three of us over and it was only the counter-fucks of Ron than kept us from collapsing. Martin and I kissed the whole time. We couldn't seem to stop. His mouth was so hungry and active, his tongue so sinewy and strong. I found myself thrusting into Martin's sweaty belly, his pubes tickling my cock.
I could hardly tell who came first but I suddenly felt Martin's cum spewing between us, lubricating us even more, but at the same time, I felt Jeff fuck me even harder, with this gasping sound, so I assumed he was filling my ass with cum, and then Ron almost yelled and pushed Martin into me as my own body had a meltdown, a long intense orgasmic explosion and I added a lot of cum between us so that our abdomens slid together and cum dripped down our legs and onto the bed.
I couldn't hold the position any longer, so I got on my knees, pushing Jeff out of me. I felt my hole gaping and suddenly felt Jeff's mouth and tongue get in there, slurping.
Martin did the same, pushing Ron back and leaning against the wall at the side of the bed with his legs stretched out. His chest and stomach were all wet and streaked with our cum. I leaned over and licked a bunch of it off, enjoying all our mixed-up tastes. Ron sat down beside him and took Martin's hand.
Jeff sat down beside Martin and closed his eyes. He leaned his head on Marin's shoulder. Very sweet. I got the feeling that even though the three of them weren't in a relationship in any combination, they all really liked each other and were comfortable. I lay down with my head in Jeff's lap. All I could smell was cum and sweat. I closed my eyes, sailing away on the feeling of just having had amazing sex and dozed.
When I got home, having left the other three in a pile in bed, I found Ilya on the sofa asleep. He had a big book on his chest and pen still in his hand. He looked so sweet and peaceful, his hair all tangled up, and I didn't want to disturb him. I had a glass of water while I stood in the middle of the room just looking down at him. I wanted to touch him, to get on the sofa with him. It made me dizzy and frustrated so I went back to to kitchen, got rid of my glass and went to bed.
I lay there for a while feeling a little sorry for myself, and a little frustrated. Even though I had just had great sex, I wanted to jerk off to distract myself, so I pulled out my phone and found a compilation of guys sucking cock and swallowing a lot of cum. It wasn't the subject so much as the distraction. I came fast and intensely, spewing all over my hand. While I licked the cum off my fingers, I tried not to think of anything. I turned out the light and managed to a fall asleep. But of course the last thought I had was of him.
