Multiplicity

Noah could not believe it. He had seen similar scenarios in porn but discounted them as pure fantasy. But sitting in a camp chair and looking over the firepit, he watched Bobby take Landon’s cock. Thick and long, it had been an impressive thing. He had struggled with his own desires when he watched Landon lewdly stroke it. It had been a joke at first. Just a dare. Come on Landon, take it out and let us see how big it gets.

Yeah, Landon, take it out. Let me see how big it gets, Noah had thought as he struggled with his own arousal, trying to adjust his own growing cock without the others noticing. Why had he been so prudish. He looked over the low blaze and glowing embers of Bobby bent over with Landon behind him. Landon’s cock would pull out into view then sink back into the depths of Bobby’s ass. Bobby took every inch. Every goddamn inch. He moaned and grunted and when Landon held tight to his waist and hammered his insides until the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed around the rear yard, Noah had to adjust his cock again, then shifted in the chair trying to get comfortable. He glanced around and saw he wasn’t the only one. Garcia had his uncut cock out slowly stroking it and standing to one side was Tyler. Pants undone and pushed down there was no hiding how he was stroking his own cock. A long dark-skinned cock with an arrowed shaped head. Noah wondered how it would feel boring into his depths.

“Fuck, goddamn it, fuck, don’t stop,” Bobby uttered the worst profanities begging Landon to keep fucking.

Yes, Landon, don’t stop. Keep fucking that round Lilly white ass, Noah thought as he shyly undid his shorts. The button slipped free, then the tug on the zipper until his cock pushed upward, nearly free except for the white boxers he wore.

Noah looked around, wondering if Paul and Ian were joining in, or maybe they had left. Ian stood at the edge of the light, shirt off and jeans and boxers around his ankles. The smooth lean body seemed to glow in the fire light, but it was the cock in Ian’s hand that Noah noticed first.

Movement caught Noah’s eye and he turned in time to see Paul move to Bobby. He was naked, shed of every stitch of clothing. At Bobby’s head, Paul rubbed a fat flared cock head over the cheeks, nose, and back across the lips. When the lips parted, Paul pushed the fat head and long shaft into Bobby’s mouth.

Noah openly stroked his own cock, the head a flaming angry red. He leaned back, no longer concerned with who could see him. He watched Landon fuck, drive cock into Bobby’s depths. He watched Bobby slobber on Paul’s cock and moan around it, and letting his eyes follow the lean torso he saw Bobby’s cock flopping into view. How had a cookout turned into an orgy, Noah was not sure? But he stroked his cock trying to think at what moment things got real.

“Hey, are you going to Landon’s cookout on Friday?” asked Bobby.

Noah leaned up and looked over the side of his upper bunk at Bobby below.

“What time is it?”

“Landon said to get there about seven and plan on eating by eight thirty or so. He is going to supply the hamburgers and chicken, along with the buns and condiments. He said to bring your own booze.”

“Sounds good. Who is going?”

“Paul and Garcia, and I think Ian may be going. Tyler is up in the air. He may go home for the weekend, but if not, he’ll be there.”

“It’ll just be the guys?” Noah asked, surprised there was no mention of girls being invited. Usually there had been girlfriends or girls just met invited to one cookout or another. But that had been freshman year and last semester something changed. Something unspoken among the guys and Noah felt like he was the one kept in the dark. But then again, he had been the one who never tried to hook up with a girl. He was the one who sat on the periphery and didn’t make a scene. Never told the worst joke or some ridiculous story about someone being an idiot. He was the group introvert and as far as he knew, the group’s closeted gay.

Laying back he listened to Bobby stir around below him. He could picture it, Bobby messing around with his phone, putting earbuds in, then thumbing through one of his textbooks. Then he pictured the bare torso, the lean body, still a teenager’s body, not yet a man. He pictured the cotton gym shorts laying loose over the crotch, the position of the cock visible, lying to the right most of the time. The long legs with a soft dusting of dark hair. Noah’s cock stirred as he thought of Bobby in the physical. Thick wavy dark hair, dark brown eyes, thin arched eyebrows, and a baby face. Then he pictured Bobby naked. He had walked in on him one time as he stepped out of the shower. Naked body covered in water droplets and cock lying heavily over the loose hanging sac. The image was imprinted in his mind like no other. Not even Garcia strolling out of his dorm room naked, uncut cock dangling between his legs, to tell some of the guys to hold it down, was as alluring as the flesh lying just below him. The closeness of their small dorm room contributed to it. He knew Bobby’s scent, the cologne he wore most often, the scent of his deodorant and soap. The masculine scent of Bobby returning from a long bike ride, soaked with sweat.

“Hey Noah, you want to go to the cafeteria for dinner. I’m starving,” Bobby said from below.

Noah rolled to his side and looked over the edge of the bed. Bobby had his hands laced together behind his head. Arms spread outward, the thick underarm hair in each pit exposed. Then he looked over the chest at the nipples, then the shell necklace around the neck, then up to the eyes staring up at him.

“I’m hungry too, so let’s go,” Noah replied.

Noah set his tray on the table then sat down next to Paul. Ian was across from Paul and in front of him sat Bobby. They had run into Paul and Ian coming down the corridor and invited them to tag along. Noah wondered if either of them thought of the other the way he did Bobby. He pictured Ian on the upper bunk thinking of Paul. It didn’t really seem possible, not the way Ian was dating his high school sweetheart and Paul was so vocal in his pursuits of girls on campus. But he had seen the way they would wrestle with each other. The banter between them, crass crude comments. Ian telling Paul to suck his dick and Paul asking Ian if he liked it up the ass. It should have been bigoted to Noah, but he saw the sly smiles, the jesting back and forth. Then he watched Ian fork the tomato slice on his sandwich and pass it over to Paul, neither saying anything about it as if they did it all the time.

“Hey Noah, does Bobby masturbate late at night or while you are at classes?” asked Ian, making Paul laugh.

“Very funny,” Bobby cut in. He leaned in close eyeing Ian. “Not telling but when I do it, it’s to a picture of your mother.”

“Damn,” Paul exclaimed.

“Okay, guys, let’s just eat,” Noah uttered, wanting the crass sexual nature of their jesting to end. It made him picture things. None more than Bobby naked, masturbating below him at night.

“You guys going to Landon’s on Friday?” asked Paul.

“Yep, and you?” Bobby replied.

“Of course. Landon is supplying the food,” said Ian.

Noah lay in his upper bunk. He should have been asleep already, for he saw it was after one in the morning, but all he could do was think of Ian and how back in their dorm after dinner, he had pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side revealing a surprisingly muscular body. Not a bulked-up gym body, but one lean with good definition. Like the body of that swimmer on the Olympic team or like Tyler, who had run track in high school and still ran every morning, coming back to the dorm shirtless and glistening wetly with sweat.

They had gone back to Ian and Paul’s room to play video games. Ian and Bobby on the lower bunk, Paul and he on the floor, they played game after game, and in between each one, it seemed someone shed another article of clothing. Paul removed his shirt, then his jeans, sitting next to him in ugly plaid boxers. Noah tried not to do it, but he kept glancing over and when Paul moved a certain way, the fly gapped open revealing the flaccid cock within. How many times Noah looked he didn’t know, but Ian seemed to know he was doing it, giving him a wicked smile with head cocked to one side. But Ian had made it worse, coming back from the bathroom with his cargo shorts in hand, tossing them on a chair. His light grey boxers hung low on his waist and the front bulged seductively.

“Let’s play Halo,” Ian said as he stepped by Noah, climbing back on the lower bunk.

“Okay, switch out the game,” Bobby replied.

Noah pretending to be checking his phone as Paul changed the game. He was the only one still dressed. Bobby had long since removed his shirt and when he had gone for beer from their dorm room, came back in just those grey gym shorts. Noah knew there was no underwear beneath them. The cock was too plainly outlined. The flared head and the shaft that angled across the front. Noah turned to him to ask if he was going first when he saw it. The head of Bobby’s cock visible at the right leg opening. Looking up he saw Bobby smirk, then work the leg of his shorts back over it. But Bobby didn’t make a snarky comment like Paul or Ian might have done.

Now he lay in the dark, the room dimly lit by a security light in the commons that shined in around the blinds. He lay silent lost in thought. Then he heard Bobby stir, the shift of a body on the thin mattress. An utterance, one so low Noah barely heard it, but it made him hold his breath waiting for another. For far too long the room was silent, just a soft rush of air out of the diffuser. Then there was a heavy breath, then another. Finally, Noah heard it, the sound of a hand stroking cock. The steady rhythm of it. He heard the shift of a body and he daringly rolled to his side and eased over until he could look down at Bobby below. Cover kicked to the foot of the bed, Bobby lay naked, legs spread apart, one hand clutching at the mattress as the other stroked a hard wet cock. With eyes closed, Bobby would push up with his hips while his hand became a blur. He stifled a moan, then arched his back and came.

Noah saw the glistening wads of cum land over Bobby’s chest, then stomach. As Bobby fell still, cock spent, Noah rolled to his back holding his breath. He heard a muffled fuck then a soft chuckle. A minute later he saw Bobby’s boxers fly across the room landing by his desk. Noah considered the implications. Bobby was sleeping naked after masturbating. Then he remembered the next day was Wednesday and he had the first class, therefore Bobby could sleep in until after he left. He rolled over facing the wall, then uttered a soft fuck and waited for sleep to overtake him.

Noah grabbed his keys to his six-year-old Focus and headed down. He had not driven it in over a week, but the cookout was the next day and he wanted to pick up some tonic water and a couple of limes for the gin he had stashed for such an occasion. Out the side door that led to the parking lot, he strolled along the sidewalk going from shade to sun as he passed under the trees lining it. At the parking lot, he stood for a second trying to remember where he parked, then remembered he had come in late the last time and his car was at the far end near the second entry drive.

Noah unlocked the door and swung it open and felt the heat hit him in the face. It was like an oven inside the car, and he stood for a few seconds letting the interior air out, then he climbed behind the wheel. Key in the ignition, he turned the key expecting to hear the starter turn over then the engine fire up. But the car only clicked a few times, and the engine light came on.

“Oh, no, no, no, not now,” Noah uttered as he turned the key off then back on. This time nothing happened.

He released the hood and climbed out. It took an embarrassingly long time to find the release, but eventually he had the hood popped up, free of the latch and he raised it enough to put the prop rod in place. He stared dumbfounded at the engine compartment. He had no idea what to look for and felt foolish for even pretending. He heard the tire roar and motor of a vehicle pull up behind him and turned to see an older Jeep Wrangler sitting behind him. It was silver with a lift kick and larger tires, and behind the wheel sat Tyler. Tank top and cargo shorts, revealing muscular arms and legs, Noah struggled to focus on Tyler’s face and not the exposed arms. He had seen Tyler shirtless numerous times and found the dirty blonde with blue eyes a test of his ability to control his thoughts. His saving grace to date had been Tyler living down the corridor with Garcia and both were in architecture, a curriculum that commanded long hours in the studio, thus Noah rarely saw him.

But now Tyler sat next to him in his Jeep. The motor shut off and Tyler leaned over the console toward him.

“What’s wrong with your car?”

“I don’t have a clue. It only clicked when I tried to start it the first time and the second time it did nothing.”

“How old is your battery?”

“How old?” Noah repeated looking around at the battery. “I don’t know. It came with the car.”

“I bet that is the problem. You just need a new one.”

“But I can’t go get one since…”

Tyler interrupted Noah with a smile and shake of the head.

“I’ll help you. I’ve got some tools back in my dorm room. We can take out your battery, run to one of the auto parts stores and have them test it. If I’m right, you’ll just need to buy a new one and put it in.”

“How much are they?” Noah asked, not knowing if a battery was fifty dollars or five hundred dollars.

“For your car, you should expect about a hundred, maybe a bit less.”

“Oh, I can do that. You don’t mind helping me?”

“No, not at all. I was just going to the grocery store to get some stuff for Landon’s cookout and that can wait.”

“That is what I was going to do,” Noah replied sheepishly.

“Then let’s get your car fixed, then we can go together. I need to get beer and Landon asked if I could pick up some dessert.”

“I can help with that,” Noah replied.

“Okay. I’ll park and run up and get my tools and be right back.”

The warm afternoon wind swirled around the open Jeep. Next to Noah, Tyler shifted through the gears and once back to speed, his tank top would flutter and try to lift up in front. Noah kept glancing over frustrated by the tease of it. He looked at the smooth arm next to him, then he would look at Tyler to show he was listening while looking at the shadow of a beard along the jaw and around the chin. He wondered how it would feel to run his fingers along the jaw, or maybe his lips, to press then against the jaw, the chin, then the lips.

“Noah? What do you think?” Tyler asked.

“Huh?”

“About Ian.”

“What about Ian?”

“Man, you really zoned out on me. Ian and his girlfriend broke up last weekend. Haven’t you heard?”

“No. Why?”

“Ian is really sketchy about it, but Paul said Ian admitted he broke up with her.”

“Wow. I thought they were like, forever.”

“I guess there is no such thing as forever.”

“What about you? Are you dating anyone?”

Tyler laughed shaking his head.

“I wish. I can barely keep up with my studio work, and it takes so much time I’m struggling with my other classes. So, no, there is no dating happening. Makes me…stir crazy.”

Noah knew what Tyler inferred. He wasn’t stir-crazy, he was horny. Noah wondered what it would be like to be bold enough to admit he would have sex with him. He would do those things a girl would do. He would suck Tyler’s cock then let Tyler fuck him. He imagined it so vividly his cock stirred in his jeans. When Tyler looked to his left at traffic, Noah quickly adjusted it.

Noah’s car had a new battery and in the back of Tyler’s Jeep were bags from the grocery store. It was late afternoon, and students were beginning to stir around, going to early dinner or a bar for a drink with friends beforehand. Tyler drove through town slowly and Noah noticed the stares, from girls and guys. He assumed the girls were eyeing Tyler and the guys were eyeing the Jeep, but he knew at some level, there were guys eyeing Tyler too.

“When we get back, you want to grab pizza?” asked Tyler.

“The cafeteria pizza sucks,” Noah replied.

“No, not that shit. That’s not even real pizza. I’m thinking we go to L’Aquila over on Magnolia Avenue.”

“I’ve heard of the place but have not been. Bobby and Ian always want to go to San Remo’s.”

“That place is okay, but I think L’Aquila is much better. Come on, let’s go. We can even leave the guys out if they are going to push someplace else.”

Noah chuckled at how Tyler made it sound a bit devious to leave the others out, but then he felt like it was some opportunity given him. A chance to be alone with Tyler, something he had not had since their freshman year.

“Sure. Let’s get back and put everything away, if you’re not in a hurry, I’d like to shower and get cleaned up.”

“No hurry; I want to shower too.”

L’Aquila was far enough away from campus that most customers were faculty and residents of town. It made for a quieter atmosphere, more intimate with the dimmed overhead lights and candles burning on every table. Noah sat opposite of Tyler at a two-top along the window that faced the small side courtyard where other patrons were dining. He wanted to read something into Tyler suggesting this place. To make it mean more than just better pizza than the places near campus.

“How’s your studio this semester?” asked Noah.

“Kicking my ass,” Tyler uttered, then smiled at Noah. “And your classes?”

“Not bad. I’m struggling with chemistry, but Bobby really knows the topic, so he helps me.”

“Paul said Bobby has nearly a perfect score.”

Noah nodded, thinking about how easy the courses are for Bobby. They study about the same for most classes, and the ones Noah has trouble with, he studies far more than Bobby, and yet he has a 3.4 and Bobby has a 4.0.

“It’s not near perfect, it is perfect.”

Tyler shakes his head. “Damn.”

“You think Landon’s cookout will be fun? It’s just going to be the guys.”

“Oh, yeah, it’ll be fun. I can’t wait for it.”

“I expect it will go all night.”

Tyler’s foot bumps Noah’s, then pulls away. Tyler doesn’t say anything about it.

“I’m going over early to help Landon get set up,” said Tyler.

“Should I go early too,” Noah asked, hopeful for the opportunity to hang out with Tyler and Landon prior to the party.

“Nah, we can do it. There is not much to do, but…”

The but hung in the air and Noah wondered what it meant. There was a look in Tyler’s eyes and Noah wondered if it was a reflection of feelings he struggled to conceal. Maybe he was reading into Tyler’s look what he wanted to be there. He reached for the next to last slice, then spun the pan around so the last slice was in front of Tyler.

Once finished, the waitress brought their check and for the last few minutes they sat at the table there was no more foot-to-foot bumps, nothing to give Noah hope for more. Back in the Jeep, they rode in silence, just listening to the music coming from the speakers over their heads.

Empty beer bottles and plastic cups sat next to camp chairs, lined the edge of the small back porch, and covered the picnic table that sat to in the right half of the backyard; in the other half a circular seating area around a firepit. It was late, after midnight, and the guys were settling down, Landon, Bobby, and Noah in the chairs around the firepit, and at the picnic table Paul, Garcia, Tyler, and Ian were in a whispered conversation.

Noah heard Landon and Bobby bantering back and forth. At first, he wasn’t paying close attention, but the words cock, and fuck caught his ear. He looked down at the fire pretending not to be paying attention, but he was all ears, listening to every word.

“…I get so horny sometimes my cock just gets hard and won’t go down,” said Bobby.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“I could fuck a hole in the ground,” Bobby uttered, the frustration evident in his tone.

“I can’t believe Ian broke up with his girlfriend. At least he was getting some.”

“Maybe.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Maybe he wants something else.”

Landon laughed, then lowered his voice. “Maybe he wants Paul.”

Bobby giggled.

“I know what you want,” said Landon.

“Shhh, not now,” Bobby replied.

Noah looked over and saw Bobby glance his way, then turn to Landon giving him a sharp look.

“What about you?” asked Bobby.

Noah cut his eyes over to Landon and Bobby and saw Landon look toward the picnic table.

“There is someone I would like to know better, but I’m not sure they would feel the same.”

“Have you approached them?”

“Have you approached who you are interested in? I mean, hell you got the best set up…”

“Landon! Shhh,” Bobby interrupted.

“Hey, anyone want another drink?” asked Garcia as he climbed over the bench of the picnic table and headed toward the back porch. Along one side was a small makeshift bar and cooler holding iced beer.

“Grab me a beer,” said Landon.

“Me too,” said Bobby.

“What about you, Noah?” asked Garcia.

“I’m good for now,” Noah replied holding up a half full cup.

Fresh beers, Landon and Bobby fell silent as the four guys at the picnic table grew louder.

“If someone would do you would do them back?” Garcia asked looking at Paul, then over to Tyler. Ian laughed as the two guys sat silent for too long.

“Well?” asked Garcia.

“Maybe,” Paul replied, laughing as he did.

“Give as good as you get?” asked Tyler jokingly, then he looked toward the guys at the firepit. “Hey, if a guy would suck your dick, would you do him in return?”

“What?” Bobby asked, laughing, then reaching over and slapping Noah on the knee, “only if he did a good job.”

Noah blushed, knowing his face was as red as the plastic cup he was holding.

“What about you, Tyler?” Landon asked and for a brief moment, there was a hesitation, an awkward pause that spoke to something unsaid.

“I, huh, I would…wouldn’t…” Tyler stammered.

“What about fucking?” Paul asked, busting out laughing.

“Yeah, what about it? Hey Bobby, would you do it?” asked Garcia

“Only if you suck me first,” Bobby replied in jest.

“What about you?” Garcia asked Ian, ignoring Bobby’s reply.

“What are you talking about? Fucking a guy in the ass?” asked Ian.

“Or you letting a guy do you? Either way, would you do it?” asked Garcia.

“No!”

“What about for five thousand dollars?”

“No,” Ian replied, less blunt in his tone.

“What about ten thousand dollars?”

“Hell, I would,” blurted out Bobby, and Landon and Garcia laughed as the others looked at Bobby in surprise.

“Oh please, like you guys wouldn’t do it for ten grand,” said Bobby.

“So, you’d have sex with a guy?” asked Landon.

Bobby rounded back to Landon and smiled. “Yeah, I guess so. Would you?”

“Maybe,” Landon replied.

Noah sat in stunned silence. How quickly the conversation had taken a turn, until Bobby was admitting he would do it with a guy. Through his surprise and endless consideration of what was being said, he formed an image of Bobby naked in the bunk below him, asking him to come down to fuck around. He glanced over at Landon and Bobby, then to the guys at the picnic table.

“Hell, I’m so horny all the time, I would do it,” said Garcia.

Tyler laughed, the leaned toward Ian. “You wanna fuck?”

Tyler and Garcia laughed as Ian stared at Tyler in surprise, then he smiled.

“Not with you, you nasty fuck,” Ian replied. Feeling the raunchy nature of the night, he turned to Paul. “But I’d fuck your ass.”

Noah hadn’t heard what Landon and Bobby had been whispering while the guys at the picnic table were bantering back and forth about fucking, but he, along with the others, heard the question. Come on Landon, take it out and let us see how big it gets.

Landon smiled as he undid his jeans, spreading them open then fishing out his cock. It was flaccid but with a little manipulation and everyone watching, it began to thicken, to grow in length. In a very short time, Landon was stroking a very hard, a very thick and long cock. Then everything moved to the next level as everyone saw Bobby ease out of his chair to his knees and move between Landon’s. The long hard cock was waved in Bobby’s face. Landon smacked it against Bobby’s chin, lips, and cheeks. He rubbed the flared head across Bobby’s lips, then watched as Bobby tongued it.

“Suck me,” Landon uttered, and everyone watched Bobby raise his head until his mouth was over Landon’s cock, then he moved down, letting it slip between his lips and fill his mouth.

Noah watched intently as Bobby’s lips stretched around Landon’s cock, moving up and down its length. He watched the way the head would push out the cheek. He adjusted his cock as he watched Bobby lick the head of it.

“Fuck, fuck, stop. Stop!” Landon exclaimed pushing Bobby off his cock. “Not yet,” he added as he stood up making Bobby lean back.

Landon pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the chair. He undid his jeans and worked them down, Bobby helping him free each foot. The he moved closer to Bobby, forcing him to lean back more. He held his cock and rubbed it over Bobby’s face.

“I want to fuck you,” Landon uttered as he wiped his wet drooling cock across Bobby’s lips.

Bobby was pulled to his feet and Landon grabbed his shirt at the front and jerked it apart sending buttons flying in all directions. Noah heard it rip as Landon roughly removed it.

“Get naked,” Landon uttered as he undid Bobby’s cargo shorts. They fell around Bobby’s ankles, and with an urgent push by Bobby, his boxers followed. He stepped out of them and moved out away from the others. Noah sat stunned. He was so anxious about what was happening he felt he should leave, but he was so aroused by it he knew there wasn’t a chance of him doing so. He watched Bobby lead Landon around the firepit then turn facing away from him. Landon moved up close, pressing their bodies together, pumping with his hips he pushed his cock up along the crevice of Bobby’s ass cheeks. Bobby moaned loud enough for everyone to hear, then leaned back against Landon. They moved as one, naked bodies undulating in the warm glow of the fire. Bobby’s cock stuck straight out, hard as rock. A hand took it, and Noah realized it was Landon stroking it. Bobby’s movements became animated, animalistic, pushing back on Landon’s cock, grinding his ass over it, then turning his head enough for them to kiss.

To kiss.

Noah gasped at the sight of Landon and Bobby kissing. It seemed such an intimate gesture, one that made him jealous for the first time tonight.

He looked over the low blaze and glowing embers of Bobby and Landon kissing, then Landon holding Bobby by the neck, pushing him to bend over. Landon held his cock, working it over Bobby’s ass.

“Spread that ass for me,” said Landon.

Bobby reached back and spread his ass. Noah struggled to adjust his trapped cock as Landon rubbed cock up and down the spread ass, then he held it still and pushed his hips. Bobby shuddered and cried out as Noah watched Landon’s cock slowly disappear.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Landon uttered as he held Bobby by the waist and slow fucked him. All the way inward, and nearly all the way out, he worked his cock in Bobby’s ass. A couple of times he pulled out, letting his cock hover in the space between them, then he pushed it back into Bobby’s depths.

Without realizing it, Noah watched Landon go from a slow easy fuck to a fast one. Over and over, Landon’s cock would pull out into view then sink back into the depths of Bobby’s hole. Bobby took every inch. Every goddamn inch. He moaned and grunted and when Landon held tight to his waist and hammered his insides until the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoed around the rear yard, Noah had to adjust his cock again, then shifted in the chair. He glanced around and saw he wasn’t the only one. Garcia had his uncut cock out slowly stroking it and standing to one side was Tyler with pants undone and pushed down. There was no hiding how he was stroking his cock. A long dark-skinned cock with an arrowed shaped head. Noah wondered how it would feel to take it in his ass.

“Fuck, goddamn it, fuck, don’t stop,” Bobby uttered the worst profanities begging Landon to keep fucking.

Yes, Landon, don’t stop. Keep fucking that round Lilly white ass, Noah thought as he shyly undid his shorts. The button slipped free, then the tug on the zipper until his cock pushed upward, nearly free except for the white boxers he wore.

Noah looked around, wondering if Paul and Ian were joining in, or maybe they had left. Ian was standing at the edge of the light, shirt off and jeans and boxers around his ankles. The smooth lean body seemed to glow in the fire light, but it was the cock in Ian’s hand that Noah noticed first. A long thin cock that mirrored the tall lean body from which it protruded.

Movement caught Noah’s eye and he turned in time to see Paul move to Bobby. He was naked. At Bobby’s head, Paul rubbed a fat flared headed cock over the cheeks, nose, and back across the lips. When the lips parted, Paul pushed the fat head and long shaft into Bobby’s mouth.

Noah was now openly stroking his own cock, the head a flaming angry red. He leaned back, no longer concerned with who could see him. He watched Landon fuck, drive cock into Bobby’s depths. He watched Bobby slobber on Paul’s cock and moan around it, and letting his eyes follow the lean torso he saw Bobby’s cock flopping into view. How had a cookout turned into an orgy, Noah was not sure? But he stroked his cock trying to think at what moment things got real.

“Tyler…do it,” came Ian’s voice and Noah turned to see Ian standing by the picnic table and Tyler at the end of it, holding Garcia by the legs. Hands gripping each ankle, Tyler spread Garcia, then moved closer, pushing his cock against Garcia’s ass.

Noah watched them as intently as he had Landon and Bobby. He wanted to see the initial penetration. To see how Garcia took it. He watched Garcia reach around and take Tyler in hand. Garcia guided Tyler to his opening, rubbing Tyler’s cock up and down over it.

“Come on, Tyler, dick me,” Garcia uttered.

Tyler pushed and Noah watched inch after inch sink into Garcia’s ass. Garcia fell back on the table, arched his back while clutching the sides of it. He grunted, then cried out. Tyler wasted no time, and once he was over halfway in Garcia’s ass, he began to fuck. He tugged outward, then drove back in, over and over and over.

Ian climbed up on the table and on his knees, moved to Garcia’s head. He let his sac drag over the forehead, then rubbed his cock across the lips and over the chin.

“Suck his cock,” Tyler uttered as his pace increased. Garcia turned his mouth to Ian’s cock and let it slip between his lips. Ian worked it deeper, then worked his hips in a slow fuck, struggling to stay steady for the table was rocking beneath them. Tyler was hammering Garcia’s ass.

“Fuck…take it, take it,” Landon cried out and Noah turned back to Landon, Bobby, and Paul.

Noah watched Landon hold tight to Bobby’s waist as he pushed inward all the way and shuddered. It was obvious Landon was coming and when he eased back, he shivered with the sensitivity of his cock. But he pushed back in and slow fucked Bobby for a short time, until fully spent.

Noah wished he had the nerve to move around the fire. He wanted to be with the guys. He imagined putting his cock into Bobby and it flexed hard in his hand.

When Landon pulled out, Bobby stood straight and moved away, leaving Paul with Landon.

“Let’s join the others,” said Paul, taking Landon by the hand and pulling him toward the picnic table. Noah watched them as they crossed the yard. Paul got on the bench on his knees and leaned in next to Garcia’s head. Ian pulled out of Garcia’s mouth and let Paul suck on it. Then he let the two of them work their tongues and lips on it together.

Landon moved next to Tyler and watched him fuck Garcia’s ass.

“Fuck that ass,” Landon uttered as he put a hand on Garcia’s thigh and rubbed down to the hard cock hovering over his stomach. Landon stroked it while watching Tyler thrust into Garcia’s depths. He turned to Tyler and slowly the two of them moved together until kissing.

Noah saw how it was more aggressive than the kiss between Bobby and Landon, more physical. Landon rubbed Tyler’s chest, toyed with both nipples, then slid a hand down until he could feel Tyler’s cock piston in Garcia’s hole. He bent to the left nipple taking it between his teeth.

“OH god; Landon,” Tyler exclaimed.

“Noah?”

Noah heard his name and at first, he believed he imagined it, but he turned and saw Bobby standing to his right, slowly stroking his wet drooling cock.

“Bobby?”

Bobby moved in front of Noah, grabbed him by the legs just below the knees and jerked him forward until his ass was right at the edge of the seat. He grabbed Noah’s jeans by the waistband and tugged them down the legs. Noah raised his ass making it easier, and Bobby smiled.

“I was hoping you were willing,” Bobby whispered as he stood and straddled Noah’s legs. He moved forward and down until sitting on Noah’s cock. He rubbed his ass over it, then settled still while reaching out to Noah’s shirt. One button, then two, three, and so on until the shirt fell open. He pushed it back, letting it slip from the shoulders and down the arms until at the elbows. It constricted Noah’s movement, but he didn’t fight it, for Bobby moved forward then up and down, dragging his leaking cock over Noah’s chest.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Bobby whispered.

“Yes…I have wanted to for…a…while,” Noah confessed.

Bobby smiled then leaned down and kissed him. Noah had never kissed anyone before. He had avoided Lisa then Ruth in high school, two girls that had pursued him, and the person he had wanted to kiss, his classmate Ricky, would have stomped his ass if he had tried. But ever since moving into a dorm room with Bobby, he had thought of nothing else. He had imagined it, kissing Bobby, of laying naked with him, then doing the things he had witnessed that night.

Bobby sat up and moved up against Noah’s chest. Noah felt a hand take his cock, felt the fingers toy with the head making him moan, then they held him up as he watched Bobby move down. Ass touched the head of his cock, then it stretched open letting him penetrate it. Down, down, Bobby moved until seated on his lap, cock buried inside him. Noah threw his head back and moaned. He felt a hand move over his chest, rubbing the skin then toying with one nipple then the other. Fingers pinched down on it and he shuddered with the pleasure/pain of it. His cock flexed inside of Bobby as he tried to push upward.

“Yeah, try to get deeper,” Bobby whispered in Noah’s ear, then he began to move, up, down, up, down, over and over, his pace increasing until it was a fuck. He rode Noah’s cock as his own raked up and down Noah’s chest.

Tyler cried out, but Noah, nor Bobby heard it. Bobby’s moans and grunts were louder to Noah’s ears. Bobby fucked his ass on Noah’s cock until heaving for breath. His skin glistened wetly in the firelight, and he was hot to the touch. Noah noticed how Bobby’s stomach was showing muscular like never before. Every muscle visible beneath the smooth skin. He put his hands on Bobby’s thighs and rubbed up them and over the stomach feeling the tightness. Then he took Bobby’s cock and stroked it. His hand was wet with Bobby’s slick, and it made Bobby fuck roughly, slamming down on his cock unable to keep a steady rhythm.

“Fucking evil, you are,” Bobby uttered as he fell still. “Let’s change positions.”

Bobby climbed to his feet and stepped back, holding out a hand to help Noah up.

“Come on, finish me,” Bobby uttered as he pulled Noah to the side, turned his back to him, and bent at the waist. It was obvious what he wanted. It was the same as it had been with Landon. He wanted to be fucked from behind.

Noah stood wobbly on his feet, cock flexing in front of him. Then he moved to Bobby. Moved up to Bobby’s ass while pushing his cock down until it aligned with Bobby’s opening. He didn’t stop, but kept moving forward, pushing his cock into Bobby all the way. He grabbed the shoulders and pulled him up, circling an arm around the long neck. With a tight hold, he pulled Bobby back against his chest. He felt the hot sweaty body against his own. He pulled outward, then slammed his cock back into Bobby’s depths. He tugged Bobby by the neck until he was arched back, cock pushed out. He reached around and took it, stroking the slick shaft with a tight grip. He held tight to him, fucking his ass and stroking his cock.

A glance to his right, Noah saw Landon fucking Tyler a few feet away from the table. On the table lay Paul with Garcia fucking his ass and Ian his mouth. It didn’t register, not the blatant nature of their sex, out in the open backyard. All Noah could think about was how he had Bobby in his arms. His cock inside him and in his hand, Bobby’s cock. He leaned forward and kissed along the shoulder, then nipped at the skin. He tasted the salty nature of it. He wondered how they appeared to the others. Bobby’s lean body only an inch shorter than his six foot two. They were both lean, Noah thinking he was too lean, but he knew the real difference. Bobby was dark haired with fair skin, and he had dirty blonde hair and olive skin tone. But it was all just attributes that meant nothing to him as he thrust into Bobby’s depths, over and over, until he felt his building release.

Bobby grew animated, jerking, and thrusting hips forward, then Noah felt it, Bobby’s cock flex in his hand and he knew Bobby was coming. He shoved into Bobby’s depths and hammered his hips against Bobby’s ass. The sound of it echoed in the yard, then he cried out as he came.

Early morning light was coming in around the blinds as Bobby lay next to Noah. They were in the guest bedroom of the house Landon rented. It was small, barely furnished, only a twin bed and a dresser, but it was private, and for Noah that was most important. They lay naked across the bed, exhausted from having fucked again, this time on the bed. Now Bobby sat against the headboard, and Noah rested his head on Bobby’s lap. He felt their nakedness, this exposure to the other. He felt Bobby’s slimy cock against his head and didn’t care how it was getting in his hair.

The house was quiet, but they knew Landon and Tyler were in Landon’s bedroom. They had heard Tyler cry out more than once over the last hour. The other guys had left after their sex in the backyard. Ian and Paul had joked about what they had done, but it was obvious neither would probably do it again. But within the privacy of their room, who could say for sure. Garcia had been quiet right after, too quiet. When Landon asked if he was okay, a simple smile and nod of the head. Noah thought of his response when Landon asked if having sex with the guys had been wrong to him. No, of course not. In fact, I enjoyed it more than I can admit. Noah wondered how long it would be before Garcia was going out with a guy.

“What are you thinking about?” Bobby asked, running his fingers through Noah’s hair.

“What Garcia said.”

“About how much he enjoyed it?”

“Yes. I bet he starts dating guys.”

“Or both.”

“Seriously? You think he’ll date girls and guys?”

“He is so sexual. Did you see how he responded to everything. More so than Ian and Paul, but it was obvious they were just experimenting.”

“What about Tyler and Landon?”

Bobby chuckled, then looked down at Noah.

“You really didn’t know?”

“What?”

“Just as I have been trying to get you to respond to me, Landon has been doing the same with Tyler. Landon has wanted Tyler so bad I’m surprised he didn’t try something earlier.”

“But it was you and Landon that went first. Why didn’t he approach Tyler instead of you?”

“It was our way of opening the door for both of you. Tyler to stop pretending to be all macho, and you, well, it was to drag you out of your shell.”

“You were masturbating late at night hoping I would respond to it?”

“Yes.”

“I did sneak peeks,” Noah confided.

“I know.”

Two weeks later, Friday arrived with a thunderous rumble and high winds. Soon it came a downpour, water ponding in low areas all across campus. Once the main front moved across the area, the rain settled into a slow drizzle. Forecast called for it to hover over the region all weekend.

Noah rushed across campus, his umbrella left in a trash can turned and twisted from a gust of wind. He was soaking wet by the time he got to the dorm. Grateful his backpack was weatherproof, he slipped it from his back and carried it up the stair, dripping water as he went.

On his floor, it reflected the weather outside. Dark, quiet, very few stirring about. A couple of guys came out on the far end, but they walked slowly in silence. About halfway to his room, Garcia came out of his dorm room and having not looked back, didn’t notice Noah behind him. Noah smiled as he watched him go to Ian and Paul’s room and slip in. Despite protestations otherwise, it was obvious the three of them were having a bit of fun. It made him think of Tyler. Garcia said Tyler was rarely in their dorm room, and everyone knew Tyler had been staying at Landon’s place since the cookout. What they didn’t know but Bobby and he knew was how it was Tyler that Landon had a crush.

Noah came to his room, unlocked the door, and slipped inside. It was dark, no lights turned on, but the dim gray light from outside coming in through the blinds. He heard Bobby in the bathroom washing his hands as he crossed the room and set his backpack on the floor. He began to unbutton his shirt, pulling the wet fabric from his skin for it was making him cold.

The bathroom door opened, and Bobby came out in just a towel.

“You got wet too?”

“Yep, my umbrella got messed up in a gust of wind, so I had to walk back in the rain.”

Bobby chuckled. “Me too. I guess we should go get new ones this afternoon for it’s to do this all weekend.”

“Damn, I’m soaked to the bone,” Noah exclaimed as he peeled his wet shirt off.

“Here, let me help you,” said Bobby pulling the towel from his waist and using it dry Noah’s back as Noah worked his wet jeans down.

Noah tugged off wet socks, worked his feet free from his jeans, then dropped his boxers so he could step out of them. All the while, Bobby was drying his skin. The soft towel felt good and when Bobby softly ran the towel over his cock he responded to the stimulation.

“Horny bastard,” Bobby joked as he kept up his manipulation.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you,” Noah uttered.

“I know.”

Noah was soon erect. He pushed Bobby onto the lower bunk and moved over him, pushing his cock against Bobby’s ass, over the loose sac, and along the side of Bobby’s growing cock.

“You want it slow and gentle, or fast and rough?” asked Noah, suddenly serious.

Bobby reached up, grabbed Noah by the hair and pulled him down, kissing him roughly on the mouth. He pulled back enough to separate their lips.

“Hard and rough, mother fucker.”

Noah put his cock to Bobby’s ass and pushed. He breached the tightness burying the head of his cock in him. Bobby cried out and shuddered. Then he pushed back.

“Do it, do it, Noah. Put it in me.”

Noah slipped his arms under Bobby’s legs and lifted them until he had him in the perfect position. Ass angled up, he began to fuck, to drive his cock all the way in, then tug it out. He felt his exertion. The feverish heat of his body. Everywhere he touched Bobby was slick. Sweat trickled down his face and chest.

The sound of Noah’s hips smacking against Bobby’s ass echoed around the room. A steady clap drowning out Bobby’s moans and grunts.

“Fuck, fuck me,” Bobby exclaimed as he held tightly to Noah’s hips.

Noah hammered Bobby’s ass until he had to slow. But he didn’t stop, instead he pushed in slowly feeling every inch sink into him. He slow fucked until his cock ached for release. Rising to his knees, Noah spread Bobby’s legs wide and began to fuck hard once again. He thrust into Bobby, held tight to the ankles, and just fucked until heaving for breath. He watched Bobby stroking his own cock as he kept up his pace.

Bobby cried out, shuddered, then came. His cock ejaculated thick wads that rained down on chest and stomach.

Noah shoved inward and came too, pumping every wad deep inside Bobby

Across town in the small house Landon rented, the blinds were closed, no lights turned on, and in the back bedroom, the cover was hanging from the foot of the bed. In the middle of the mattress lay Tyler, naked, cock hard as rock, with his legs held up and spread.

Landon held the legs behind the knees as he pumped cock into Tyler’s depths. He fucked slow, feeling every inch, then he would pump his hips so physically the bed would squeak and rock, banging against the wall. The sound of their bodies smacking together would echo in rhythm to it.

Tyler clutched the bed and arched his back, pushing against Landon trying to get him deeper. It aroused him so to feel the fullness of penetration, that moment when Landon was shoved all the way inward. Drops of sweat rained down on him and he opened his eyes to see the now familiar expression. Eye closed, mouth open, a look of pure sexual bliss.

Landon fucked until his muscles burned from his exertions, then he pulled out, flipped Tyler to his stomach, grabbed him by the waist and lifted Tyler to his knees with his shoulders still on the bed. Landon moved over him, sank every inch into his ass, and began to fuck. He long dicked Tyler, pulling outward until only the head remained in him. Sometimes he pulled out completely, then slammed back into Tyler’s depths. He did it over and over, pumping his cock, working it until he shivered with every sensitive touch. He pushed into Tyler and jammed his hips against the upturned ass, smacking down on it with every thrust. The bed squeaked and rocked, as Landon pushed himself over the edge and pumped wad after wad into Tyler.

Landon eased out of Tyler, rolled him to his back, then moved down to the wet cock. He tongued it, tasting the sweet slickness, then he sucked it into his mouth. He worked his lips along the shaft and tongued the head. He knew it wouldn’t take much, never did after fucking Tyler. Soon the cock flexed on his tongue, then filled his mouth with cum.

Back at the dorm, in Room 229, the video game was paused, consoles pushed to one side on the floor. On the bed lay Ian, Garcia on top riding his cock. Paul was on his knees by the bed, leaned over Ian sucking Garcia’s cock.

“Fuck. Paul, suck me,” Garcia uttered as he rose on his knees, then dropped down with all his weight, taking Ian’s cock all the way.

Garcia felt it, his sex, the masculine nature of it. How Ian’s cock filled his ass and Paul’s mouth felt so good. The slick wetness of it moving on his cock. He shivered as he dropped down then raised up, pushing his cock into Paul’s mouth. Over and over, he worked his ass on Ian’s cock until he was near release.

Ian pushed Paul to move back and sat up. Wrapping arms around Garcia, he held him still impaled on his cock. He kissed the smooth chest, dragged his tongue across the brown skin from nipple to nipple, then tongued it, sucked on it, the bit down on the hard nub. Garcia cried out, shuddering within his arms. He reached between them and worked the loose foreskin over the wet head of Garcia’s cock. He stroked it slowly, teasingly, making Garcia beg him to stop. He lay back, pulling Garcia down with him, then looked over at Paul.

“Fuck him. Let me feel you inside him next to me.”

Paul stared at Ian, unsure he heard correctly.

“Huh.”

“Come on Paul, put it in me,” Garcia uttered drawing Paul’s attention.

Garcia was glassy eyed, mouth open heaving for breath. Paul saw the lust, a need for more. He stood by the bed and stroked his cock to renewed hardness, then he climbed on it getting between Garcia’s legs and straddling Ian’s. He looked at Ian’s cock, the thick shaft buried inside of Garcia. Impossible, he thought, but he moved closer until his cock touched Garcia’s ass. He rubbed it around the stretched opening and up and down the exposed portion of Ian’s cock. He rubbed until everything was wet with his slick, then he leaned over Garcia’s back and put it against Ian’s. He pushed, slowly, feeling the tightness refuse him entry. He pushed harder and felt it, the head of his cock squeeze in next to Ian’s cock. It was almost painful how tight Garcia was on the head, but he kept pushing, easing inch after inch into Garcia’s ass.

“Goddamn, you’re taking me,” Paul uttered as he eased deeper into Garcia.

“Fuck,” Ian cried out.

Paul lay on Garcia, pushing cock deeper and deeper. Garcia shivered beneath him and the contact between them became wet and slick with sweat.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me,” Garcia uttered.

Paul tugged outward then pushed back in. The tightness almost unbearable, but he kept working his cock in a slow fuck. Suddenly Garcia moaned and Paul felt the tightness slacken. He pumped his hips faster, worked deeper into Garcia. Soon Ian was thrusting upward as he fucked. Their cocks rubbed together, and Paul didn’t know how much more he could take.

Ian cried out, bucked upward rocking Garcia and Paul, then shuddered beneath them. Paul felt the slick of cum around his cock and he increased his pace. The bed squeaked beneath them, then Ian was gripping Paul’s arms.

“Please, for fuck’s sake, Paul, come. Please come. I can’t take much more,” Ian exclaimed.

Paul shoved into Garcia ass all the way and shuddered with release. He jammed his hips against Garcia’s ass with every ejaculation until finally spent, then collapsed on Garcia, gasping for breath.

Once he caught his breath, Paul eased out of Garcia and sat back on the foot of the bed. Garcia eased up off Ian’s cock then stood on knees to the side. Ian moved up the bed until he could sit against the cross frame at the head of it.

“Okay Garcia your turn,” said Ian as he looked at the ram rod straight cock, the foreskin pulled back exposing the wet head. It drooled a bead of slick and Ian and Paul watched as it stretched toward the mattress.

Garcia turned to Paul, both knowing what the other wanted. Garcia moved on him, flipped him to his back and grabbed each leg behind the knee. Soon Paul found himself folded in half, knees buried into the mattress and his ass angled up. Garcia’s wet cock rubbed over his ass, back and forth, then centered on his tight opening. One push and Garcia was a couple of inches inside him. Another push, then one more, and Garcia was buried in Paul’s hole.

“That’s it, put that cock in him,” Ian uttered as he watched.

“You want it?” Garcia asked, staring down at Paul.

“Yes. Yes. Fuck me,” Paul uttered, then lay back and closed his eyes.

Garcia tugged outward, then slammed back into Paul’s depths. He built up a brutal pace, fucking to come. There was no desire to make it last, not this time. Hips smacking against ass, Garcia fucked Paul until both were sweating.

As quickly as it started, it was over. Garcia slammed into Paul’s depths and shuddered with release.

The semester was nearing the end, only two weeks left. On a Saturday night, the heat of the day lingering making the fire seem superfluous. There was the smell of meat grilling and music played over speakers hanging from the porch roof. There were conversations all around the backyard, each group talking of upcoming exams, or who was with who, or just joking around.

Standing at the grill is Tyler, flipping burgers and rolling hot dogs over. Landon comes out with two beers, and everyone knows the second one is for Tyler. Everyone knows the two of them are practically living together, Tyler rarely at the dorm.

Sitting around the firepit is Paul and his new girlfriend, Sara on one side and Noah and Bobby on the other. They are discussing whether, or not Ian will bring the girl he had gone out with last weekend for the first time, or if he’ll show up alone. Bobby and Sara bet he brings her, Paul says no way, and Noah just laughs at them.

There are others at this cookout, Justin and Freddy from the dorm, Jane and Mitch from Landon’s physics class, and Bryan, Mark, and Vincent from the baseball team Paul plays with on weekends. The gate swings open and Garcia steps through and holds it open. Following are two girls and three guys.

Noah and Landon know them and yell over for them to grab a beer on come on over. There’s Maria and Sergio, Rachel and Aaron, and bringing up the rear, is Kassim, the guy Garcia has been dating for four weeks. They met at a concert and had been going steady ever since.

Noah got up to grab another beer. On the porch, he looked back across the backyard and smiled. It seemed so long ago that night, the one that changed everything. He saw how the dynamics changed. Everyone more open, willing to discuss freely things they had been fearful of acknowledging. Noah went through the screen door into the small kitchen and pulled a beer from the cooler by the refrigerator, twisted off the cap, then headed back outside.