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Scott and Mark Continued/Part Two
Two Weeks Later
Mark slammed into their room without knocking, a bit out of breath, back from a run, dripping with sweat. Tank top cut on the sides so it barely covered anything and shorts cut so high, it was a wonder his cock didn't hang out on the sides.
"Jesus Christ, dude, put on some fucking clothes. You might as well run naked."
"Would if I could, size queen. Daddy's home."
"I'm begging you, for the last time, cut the Daddy shit out."
"Nope. And was my pet name accurate?"
"Yes."
"Then shut the fuck up, size queen."
“You don’t even know what a size queen is, you big whore.”
"Ladies, can’t live without my body - what can I say? It's a gift."
“So, what is a size queen? Tell me.”
“Hmmmmm. Size Queen? All’s I know is that my roommate loves the biggest, fattest dick he can get his hands on – and even has been known to choose his whorish conquests based on it. Size referring to cock and queen referring to your homo-ness.”
"Jesus Christ, where did you even learn that? You're the gayest straight dude I know.”
Mark threw himself on his bed, grabbing a beer from the fridge. Scott worked at his desk, writing an econ paper.
"You better hop in the shower. You have like two seconds until the Tri Delt mixer, and you smell like roadkill."
Grabbing his shower caddy, Mark hopped up, rubbed a sweaty armpit on the back of Scott's head, and headed out, cackling.
"Gross! You psycho! Cut it out!"
"Don't forget you're my date tonight. Sexy Tri Delt sister wife, Sweet Claudia, won't be in attendance," reminded Mark, stopping in the open door.
"Just to be clear-I don't put out."
"But you do blow mighty well."
"One-time thing, asshole, helping out a brother in need."
"But you swallowed…"
"I told you that's what my people do. It's just rude not to. Perfect gays don't spit. I wasn't raised by wolves, motherfucker."
"But now you're my own personal gay and Daddy likeeee."
Mark slammed the door and ran down the hall before Scott could throw something.
Scott didn't regret the blowjob. He knew that Mark appreciated it, enjoyed it, praised it. He had just been worried it might damage their friendship, but it hadn't.
If anything, the incident had made them closer, and their humor filthier, since Mark now knew what a "size queen" was, and loved to use every bit of gay lingo he learned to embarrass his roommate.
Having recently learned all the monikers for gay bear culture, he announced to all who would listen:
"Scott even said that I’m not a bear – I’m a honey bear, mother fucker. And I guess I’m also a queerbaiter according to that Derek guy at GSA. What did that fucker even mean?”
“It’s a guy who keeps dangling the possibility that he might be into guys because he likes the attention it gets him.”
Mark frowned. “So basically, a tease.”
“Not exactly. A QB flirts shamelessly, makes super suggestive comments, wanting everyone to wonder—is he, or isn’t he? Basically, he likes making guys think they have a shot so he can enjoy watching them fall for it.
“Oh. Really?”
“Yeah, really.”
“And that’s bad?”
“It’s not a badge of honor, fool.”
“Well…so fucking sue me. I can’t help it that I want everyone to want to suck my dick.”
“You’re a fucking idiot.”
"But I’m still your favorite Himbo-Ally, right?”
“That you are.”
“And that mean’s exactly what again?”
“Do you ever listen when we talk?.”
“I know what ally means.”
“That’s not the part you’re struggling with.”
Mark gave him the finger.
“Okay. So a himbo, then is…?”
“A very specific species of ally.”
Mark waited. “Not yet clear…”
“Hmmmmmm. Let me break it down so a breeder can grasp it - Hot. Built. Straight. Loves gay guys and is way too fucking comfortable around them. Huggy. Handsy. No concept of personal space. Says incredibly gay shit without realizing it. Changes clothes in front of everybody, lets guys feel his biceps, holds his gay roommate’s hand—and has no fucking idea why any of it might be confusing.”
Mark stared at him.
Scott shrugged. “Basically, you.”
“I don’t do that.”
“Yes, you fucking do.”
“And the only time I hold your hand is when we’re on a date. I’m a gentleman.”
Scott smiled. “But you sure as fuck don’t pay.” ”
“It all just sounds like queerbaiting to me,” answered Mark.
“No, fool. Queerbaiters are absolutely aware.”
“And himbos aren’t ?”
Scott looked him up and down.
“Mark, the defining characteristic of a himbo is that he has absolutely no fucking idea what he’s doing.”
Mark considered that.
“So I'm a natural.”
“You’re a fucking prodigy.”
Mark returned from the shower, drying his hair and getting ready for the mixer, and asked Scott, "How much more of that clay shit are you gonna put in your hair? It’s not moving even in hurricane winds."
Scott glared at him and said, "I'll have you know, clueless straight boy, it's called texture cream, and I'm certainly not taking grooming advice from you who desperately needs someone to tie you down, give you a nose and ear wax, some intense manscaping, and a decent haircut."
"My hair's not that bad,” whined Mark.
"So says the middle-aged lesbian roller derby champion."
"Fuck you. Do lesbians really like roller derby?" Mark asked.
"Oh, Jesus. Hot butch girls on skates who hump, push and fondle each other? You tell me."
"Well, now that does track,” Mark said.
"And, dude, don't hold my hand tonight. It's creepy."
"But I like holding your hand. I asked you out. It's a date,” said Mark.
"It's fine in our frat house but at Tri Delt, it's just too much."
"Are you ashamed of me?" asked Mark, acting hurt.
"And you're outing me, not yourself, motherfucker. Because let's face it, you are a total attention whore," Scott told him.
"Now that wounds," Mark said, counting the letters on his fingers, "the heart of your most devoted L–G–B–T–Q–I–A straight himbo ally."
Scott rolled his eyes and stared at him. "Listen, idiot breeder, the bigger question you should be thinking about is whether or not I’m moving out on your ass because you’re insufferable.”
"I think you might need to address your internalized homophobia. That stinky attitude only hurts the community," Mark said with great reverence and a smirk, grabbing his hand.
“As we speak, breeder boy,” said Scott, pulling out his phone, “I’m asking Claude if Phi Beta has a court martial process.
They descended the stairs, heading to the mixer.
"I said don’t fucking hold my hand," Scott said, shaking it off.
"But Daddy loves holding your hand, baby," Mark said, grabbing it again.
Scott slapped the back of his head-hard-"When you give me a blow job, then you can hold my hand, fucker!"
Exiting Phi Kappa Beta, the fraternity president rolled his eyes. "When are you two gonna fuck and get it over with?"
"Well...when indeed?" Mark said.
"Never, asshole."
Mark grinned. "We'll see."
"See? See what?"
"Nothing, size queen."
"Fuck you."
"That's what I'm saying."
Scott shoved him through the door.
The Tri Delt mixer was absolutely off the charts. The house pulsed with music, easy laughter, and enough sexual energy to make every conversation feel like it could end in a hookup, a hallway make-out, or the bed of someone's pickup.
Mark and Scott barely made it through the door before a chorus of Tri Delts shrieked their names and swallowed them in hugs. They bounced through the crowd together, roasting each other, flirting indiscriminately, making people laugh. Wherever they landed, a little party seemed to form around them.
As they came off the dance floor for a beer, Mark pressed himself against Scott’s ass and gave him a hump.
"Really, dude? Give it a rest."
"All that shake, and you know Daddy can’t resist."
"Fuck off, you perv." Scott shoved him away. "There are fifty girls in this house and you're humping me like a fucking Labrador. Loser much?"
Mark just grinned. "I'm only human, dude. It was right there crying out for attention."
“And you’re fucking hard, for Christ’s sake. Nobody wants to see that.”
Mark looked down. “Apparently somebody does.”
“Fuck off. Yeah. You.”
Mark moved in close, licked Scott's ear, and whispered, "Oh, and I see your boyfriend across the room. Marvelous Max."
Scott recoiled. "You're such an asshole. I told you that in confidence."
"He totally knows you're into him."
"He does not. You fucker, you better not have said anything."
"I didn't. Swear to God. But, dude, you're not exactly subtle."
"What the fuck does that mean?"
Mark clasped his hands under his chin. "'Oh, Max, so good to see you. Great game, Max. You're amazing, Max.'"
"I do not sound like that. We're friends, for fuck's sake."
"Somebody asked him about you."
Scott froze. "What?"
"He just smiled and said, 'I'm flattered.'"
"He did not."
"Oh, yes, he did. I'd bullshit you about almost anything. Not this."
"He did?"
"Uh-huh."
"Wow."
Mark grinned. "You might as well have made out with him."
"I'm never telling you anything again." Scott stormed off while Mark cackled.
Later, Scott spotted Mark across the room shooting the shit with Max, both of them laughing.
He appeared at Mark's side. "You better not have said anything to him."
"Easy, Princess. I didn't."
Scott glared at him.
"Chill the fuck out. I swear."
"I will fuck you up. You know I will."
"Scotty, baby, I'm way too drunk to fight with you."
By then they'd both had had too much to drink, and neither was getting any less horny.
Scott leaned into him. "Listen, dude. I really need to get laid."
Mark laughed. "You and me both. You need dick. I need pussy."
As the party wound down, Mark had his arm around a voluptuous Tri Delt named Sonia, and it was pretty clear they were both ready for some privacy.
"Hey, roomie, can you do me a solid and not come back until I text you?"
Scott looked at Sonia, then at Mark, and raised his eyebrows.
Mark mouthed, "Hopefully."
"Why don't you go find a little something at your favorite fraternity house? You know how the Sigma Nus love you."
"Well, I just might, asshole. I don't need your fucking advice to get laid."
Mark grinned, and Scott made himself scarce - heading in exactly that direction in search of a little instant gratification.
About an hour later, naked beside his favorite Nu, Scott's phone buzzed.
🍆
Scott laughed.
When he got home, Mark was already in bed having a beer. They did what they usually did—compared notes, insulted each other's technique and choice of partners, and eventually called it a night.
But as Mark reached for his bedside light, he said, "Oh, by the way. I have something really special lined up for you tomorrow night."
Scott turned toward him.
"Really, really special," Mark added, laughing as he killed the light.
"Dude, really?" Scott said into the darkness. "I'm afraid. Very afraid."
Mark's only answer was a wicked laugh from beneath the covers.
By morning, Mark wasn't saying anything about his "surprise," and Scott sure as fuck wasn't going to remind him. Maybe he'd made the whole thing up. Better yet, maybe he'd been too wasted to remember it.
Scott was perfectly happy to let it die, and he thought it had.
They got home around five, exhausted, and headed downstairs for dinner. Halfway down, Mark looked over at him. And grinned.
"Don't forget about your special surprise."
Scott stopped dead on the stairs. Mark kept going.
"Mark."
Mark ignored him.
"Mark, you fucker."
Mark disappeared into the dining room, laughing.
Later, they were back in their room, ostensibly doing homework. Scott was at his desk. Mark was stretched against his headboard, hands behind his head, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Scott glances over. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re up to some shit.”
“I’m not up to shit.”
“Bullshit. Look at your fucking face.”
Scott grins. “Maybe I’m just happy.”
“Yeah. That’s what’s freaking me out.”
Someone knocked at the door.
"Soooooooooo, remember that surprise I told you about?” Mark asked,
Scott didn’t know who it was, but someone was clearly at the door.
"Who’s here, motherfucker?” asked Scott, nervously.
Going to the door. "You’ll know soon enough, roomie."
Mark opened the door and a smiling Max was revealed.
Scott just stared, mouth agape in surprise.
"Close your mouth, dude," Mark muttered. "You're drooling."
Scott fucking froze, his eyes going wide as he stared at Max.
“Holy fucking shit.”
His breathing might have stopped. He looked at Mark, then back at Max.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Mark stepped aside with an exaggerated sweep of his arm.
"Mr. Sampson, welcome to our humble abode. I was beginning to think you'd chickened out."
Max just laughed. He had that rare combination of rugged masculinity and almost ridiculous beauty that made people stop mid-conversation. A strong jaw, dark brows, thick hair that never quite stayed where it belonged, and a mouth that seemed almost too pretty for the rest of him—especially when he smiled. His nose had the slightest bump in it, just enough to keep his face from being perfect and somehow making it better.
Then there was the body. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, long muscular legs, and the lean, hard build of the Division I lacrosse star he was. Not gym-built. Athlete-built. Even standing still, he looked like he was made to move. A little dark hair curled above the open collar of his shirt and disappeared underneath it, which Scott had spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining the rest of.
The bastard even had great hands—big, rough-looking hands with long fingers that made Scott notice them every goddamn time Max picked up a beer.
And somehow Max carried all of it like he had absolutely no idea what he looked like. No posing. No checking to see who was watching. He'd throw his head back when he laughed, sprawl wherever he sat, push his hair out of his face and keep talking, completely oblivious to the fact that half the campus wanted to fuck him.
At the top of that list was Scott.
"Hey, Scott, what's up?" Max greeted him, with a smile.
"Not much, Max. What's up with you?" answered Scott, trying for nonchalance.
No one said anything after that. Scott just looked incredibly uncomfortable, staring at the floor and Max was at a complete loss of what to say.
Mark started tentatively when he realized Max wasn’t going to say anything.
“Well, Roomie, the other night I was just talking with Max here, comparing notes about blowjobs and women and skills, you know, as men do sometimes, and I learned…that our boy Max didn't think he'd ever had a good one. You know, blowjob.”
Scott stared at Mark. “Uh-huh.”
“Dude, I really haven't,” Max told him.
Scott's eyes snapped to Max, then immediately back to Mark.
“Uh-huh,” he repeated, making an impatient little circle with his hand. Keep fucking going. Because there was absolutely no reason Mark should be telling him this, and the increasingly pleased look on Mark's face was beginning to scare the shit out of him.
“And I just thought how sad that was,” Mark said quickly.
Supporting him, Max explained. “And Mark was bragging so much… really just singing your praises about how great it was…how good your mouth felt...top notch, he said…unbelievable even…”
Mark jumped in. “And of course, I couldn't not share with him your adage that ‘boys suck better’ and that your skill base is...well...five stars. No hesitation.”
“I think you said the best one you'd ever had,” Max added, smiling, “and I couldn't help but ask if he thought I might be able to experience that, since you had a crush on me and all.”
Scott's face went hot.
“Jesus Christ, Mark.”
“What?”
“You told him that?”
Max laughed. “Scott, even the lunch lady knew.”
“Fuck you.” Scott laughed too, but he couldn't quite look at Max now. “That's humiliating.”
“Dude, no.” Max moved in quickly, suddenly needing Scott to understand. “No. I was flattered. Seriously. And who gives a shit? I really like you. You're cool. It's all good.”
That brought Scott's eyes right back to him.
“Really?”
“Yep.”
Scott just looked at him for a second, trying very hard not to look as relieved as he fucking felt.
Max glanced over at Mark and continued. “Yeah, and then Mark told me you swallowed. I mean—wow. What girl does that?”
Scott groaned. “Jesus, what's with all the straight boys and swallowing? We always swallow. It's just rude not to.”
“Told you, Max, it's like being in a different world,” Mark told him.
Rethinking the night's plans, Max shifted uncomfortably. “You know, man, I get it if this is too weird…or super crazy…”
“His dream. Your dream,” Mark said to Scott. “Just sayin’.”
Scott stared at him. “Max, my roommate is a total idiot, but I think he thought he was making a fantasy come true for me, as fucked up as that is.”
“And Mark kinda mentioned that…” Max hesitated. “You might prefer…well, you know…um…a bigger…size?”
Scott closed his eyes.
“Oh, my fucking God. Can this get any worse?”
Mark leaned toward Max. “The gay term is size queen.”
Scott's eyes flew open. “Alright, clueless one. I love you, but you have to stop talking.”
He pointed across the room.
“Go. Over there.”
Mark actually went.
And for the first time, the grin disappeared from his face.
“Scotty, I'm sorry. I thought you'd like it. I knew you liked him. You blew me. Why not him?”
“No more, dude.”
Mark mimed turning a key across his lips and tossed the imaginary key away.
Scott glared at him.
Mark retrieved the imaginary key, put it in his pocket, and stood there.
Max looked from one of them to the other. “Dude, maybe this isn't such a good idea. I don't want to put anyone on the spot. I mean, we're fucking begging the poor guy for a blowjob.”
“No. Wait.”
That came out considerably faster than Scott intended.
Fuck.
Scott put up a hand. “Nobody say anything for, like, ten seconds.”
Miraculously, nobody did.
Scott needed to think.
Not about whether he wanted to do it. That question had been settled sometime around freshman orientation.
He needed to figure out how to say yes without sounding like the answer had been OH FUCK YES from the moment Max walked through the door.
Because Jesus Christ. It was Max.
His Max.
Scott had spent three years trying not to stare at him in dining halls, locker rooms, parties, hallways, anywhere Max happened to exist. And now Max was standing in his fucking bedroom asking if Scott wanted to—
Yeah.
There was no fucking decision here.
There was, however, dignity.
Scott was pretty sure he should attempt to preserve some.
“Let's slow down just a bit, boys, and let me catch my breath.”
“Absolutely,” Max said.
Mark nodded solemnly from across the room.
Scott looked at him. “Don't.”
Mark stopped nodding.
Scott took a breath and looked back at Max.
“Okay. No matter how completely fucked up the delivery system was…” He shot another look at Mark. “You're hot, Max. I mean, stupid hot. And you know I've had a crush on you forever, so, yeah. Of course, the idea appeals to me.”
Max smiled.
Scott immediately realized appeals to me made him sound like someone's fucking grandfather.
“Okay, that sounded ridiculous. I'd love to do it. Obviously. I mean, Jesus, who wouldn't?”
Max laughed. “Thank you, I guess.”
“Every gay guy on campus would kill for this opportunity,” Scott said.
Then winced.
Great. Much better. Now he sounded like a slut and Max was a raffle prize.
Max, however, looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”
Scott stared at him.
“Dude. Seriously? Are you that oblivious?”
Max shrugged, still smiling.
“So…” Max ventured. “Is that a yes?”
Scott looked at him for another second.
There it was again. The fucking smile. That mouth. The hair. The shoulders. Max standing in Scott's bedroom actually waiting for his answer.
Fuck dignity.
“One condition. I don't want this fucking up our friendship.”
“It won't,” Max said immediately.
“I know—”
Scott's head snapped toward Mark.
Mark raised both hands.
“Didn't say anything.”
“And nobody finds out.”
“Bro, absolutely,” Max said. “I won't tell anyone. And it won't make anything weird for me.”
Scott searched his face, looking for even the slightest hesitation.
There wasn't any.
“Okay, then.”
Max's eyebrows went up. “Yeah?”
Scott couldn't help it. The grin finally broke across his face.
“Yeah.”
“That's awesome,” Max said, grinning madly, and held up his hand.
Scott looked at it.
A fucking high five. Of course. He slapped it.
Max laughed, obviously relieved, and Scott couldn't help laughing with him. The whole thing had gone from humiliating to ridiculous to somehow actually happening in about five minutes.
Mark looked extremely pleased with himself.
Scott pointed at him. “Don't.”
“I didn't say anything.”
“Your face did.”
“But you have to admit—”
“Mark.”
“Stopping.”
Max was still grinning. “So what happens now?”
Scott looked at him. Then at Mark. Then back at Max.
“Well, traditionally, after agreeing to give someone a blowjob, there's a blowjob.”
Mark snorted.
Scott turned on him. “You're still on my shit list.”
“But that's why you love me, baby.”
“Shut up, asshole.”
Max took a step closer, still smiling but suddenly a little less certain now that they had reached the part where this was actually going to happen.
Scott noticed. That helped.
“Relax, dude,” he said, giving Max his big easy smile. “Remember? Five stars.”
Max laughed. “No hesitation.”
“Exactly.”
Scott reached for him.
“As my idiot roommate would say—let's go to heaven, baby.”
Scott fell to his knees and crawled over and pushed his face into Max’s crotch.
“Oh, fuck!”
He pulled down the front of Max's sweats and took hold of him, squeezing his shaft before cupping his balls. Max's smile vanished into a sharp intake of breath.
“See?” Scott said, looking up at him. “We're doing fine.”
He leaned forward and took the head into his mouth.
Max groaned.
Mark watched for approximately two seconds.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Time the fuck out.”
Scott stopped and looked at him, Max’s cock still in his mouth.
Max turned and stared at Mark. “Dude. You’re interrupting heaven.”
Scott nearly choked laughing. He was on his knees, a huge erection in his face, wet from his spit, as he said, “Thank you, Max.” He turned to Mark, completely incredulous. “Spit it out, dude. Blowjob in progress.”
“Well…” Mark started.
Scott stared at him.
“No.”
“I haven't even said anything.”
“I know you.”
“But there was another part.”
Scott slowly sat back.
“Of course there was.”
Mark smiled hopefully.
Scott pointed at him. “OK, fucker. It makes me a whore but I’ll blow you to. Satisfied?”
“Just hear me out.”
“Jesus Christ. Fine. What?”
“Well, I was thinking that maybe, since you were already going to be doing that…you know…for Max…”
Mark suddenly seemed much less confident.
“I was reading this article…”
“Oh, fuck me.”
“Actually, that's kind of where I'm going with this.”
Max started laughing.
Scott stared at Mark. “Continue at your own risk.”
“So apparently gay guys—or a lot of gay guys, according to the article—have this fantasy about being spit-roasted by two straight guys.”
Scott blinked.
“Spit-roasted?”
“Well…you know…both ends…holes…”
“Aware of what spit-roasted means, fucker.”
“Right. So, I thought, since apparently it's your fantasy and all, and you're a perfect gay, and we're already doing this other stuff…” Mark shrugged. “Maybe I could help make that fantasy come true too.”
Scott stared at him. Then at Max. Then back at Mark. And started laughing.
“Oh, my fucking God. Of course you did.”
Mark grinned.
“You didn't arrange all this for me. You horny motherfucker. You found a way to turn blowing Max into getting yourself laid.”
“Those two things can both be true.”
“Jesus Christ, you're shameless.”
“Scotty, baby, you know I can't help it.”
“You're such a motherfucker.”
“Yeah,” Mark said, that wicked gleam returning. “That's exactly what I'd like to do.”
Scott shook his head, trying not to smile.
“You're unbearable.”
“But that's why you love me, isn't it, baby?”
Scott looked at his roommate.
And grinned.
“So, Roomie, now you just lean back,” Mark said, helping him settle against the headboard. “Get comfortable.”
“And enjoy the show. We’ll take it from here.”
“Happy to oblige,” Max said, starting to strip.
Mark leaned back and began singing his own sleazy straight-porn soundtrack. “Ohhh yeah, baby…somebody’s been a very naughty girl…bow-chicka-wow-wow…”
Scott slowly turned his head.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Setting the mood.”
“Why does the mood need to be 1978?”
“Old-school straight porno,” Mark corrected. “There’s a difference.”
Max laughed. “I’m not delivering a pizza, no matter what.”
“And why am I apparently the girl?” Scott asked.
Mark shrugged. “Casting. Somebody has to be. Jesus, dude, throw me a bone here. We’re not all perfect gays.”
“Why do we need a girl?”
“Gay rules. I’m trying to learn.”
“Dude, I don’t want to be a girl.” .”
Mark held up his hands. “Fine. Nobody’s the girl.”
Mark frowned. “But somebody has to be.”
Scott closed his eyes. “Jesus Christ.”
“No, seriously. Dude, you don’t have to be such a dick. If nobody’s the girl, how do we know who does what?”
Scott just stared at him.
“So, this isn’t a boy pussy? OK, but I did hear in a porn somebody call it that. So, don’t blame me now if the gays aren’t all aren’t on the same page.”:
Scott stared at him.
“Why do you have to be so fucking mean, dude? I’m trying here. It’s a hell of a lot more than you’re doing. I fucking watched gay porn,” Mark said, trying not to get emotional.
Max chimed in. “You are being sorta harsh, Scotty.”
Scott stopped. Took a breath.
All Scott could think now was that - Jesus. Mark was actually trying. The idiot had watched gay porn for him. How many straight guys would even fucking do that? And Max was standing there trying to figure this shit out too. Maybe Scott could stop being an asshole long enough to notice that.
“ Guys, I’m sorry. I’m acting like a man-hating lesbian.”
Max and Mark just stared at him, confused.
“But just know, they are just as mean to the gays.”
The boys just continued to stare.
“You’re right. You’re my best friend and I’m being a dick. I know you’re just trying to understand.”
“I really am, dude.”
Max was trying not to laugh but was having trouble keeping it in.
Mark and Scott both turned and glared at him.
He smirked. “I totally agree that we don’t need one, but right now, which one of you is the girl?”
There was a beat.
Scott looked at Mark. Mark looked at Scott. Then they both looked at Max. And all three fucking lost it.
Scott collapsed back against the headboard, laughing. Mark doubled over, and Max was laughing so hard he could barely stand.
“Fuck you, Max,” Scott finally managed.
“I’m just trying to learn the gay rules, dude.”
That set Mark off again.
Scott shook his head, still laughing. “You two are fucking hopeless.”
Mark grinned at him.
“We good, Scotty?”
Scott looked at his best friend.
“Yeah, asshole. We’re good.”
“Good.”
And just like that, it was gone.
Scott smiled. “Look at you. Growing.”
“Very tolerant and not much of a fucking apology, dick.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Max laughed. “Can we continue now?”
Mark gestured grandly toward Scott. “Nobody’s-the-girl rules are now in effect.”
“Jesus Christ,” Scott muttered.
But he was laughing, as he fell again to his knees, lowering Max’s sweats, slurping up Max’s cock and starting again where he’d left off.
He started by rubbing his face into Max’s crotch, licking underneath his balls, sucking on one, taking it into his mouth. Max just stood there, amazed at how Scott moved quickly from his balls, to taking the head of his cock into his mouth.
"Fuck, that's amazing," Max groaned.
"Dude, just wait. This is going to blow your mind," Mark told him.
Scott tongued and licked the head, sucking and eating the precum at the tip.
And that's when Mark remembered something Scott had once told him about straight guys and two girls kissing.
He looked at Max. One girl, good. Two girls? Better. Well. Mark liked girls. Scott liked guys. The logic seemed pretty fucking solid. He turned to Max with a wicked grin. Scott saw it.
“Oh, no. What now?”
Mark went in and completely covered Max’s lips with his, pulling him into a deep kiss.
Scott went completely still. Max's eyes opened in surprise. Then he saw Scott's face. Oh, we're doing this.
He kissed Mark back and deepened it.
Scott stared at them.
“Oh, my fucking God. No, you didn’t.”
Mark heard the words. But he also saw Scott's face. That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed the back of Max's head and went back in, doing that eating face thing he’d seen porn stars do.
And this time Max went all in too. Eating right back.
“Holy, fuck. And it is hotter that they’re straight,” Scott croaked, not being able to take his eyes off the two of them.
If two girls making out was a straight-boy dream, then apparently this was gay-boy heaven.
When they finally broke apart, Max was laughing and a little breathless.
“I’m getting a free blowjob out of this. Only fair I contribute to the cause.” He rubbed his mouth. “But Jesus, dude. The stubble. We’re not doing that again.”
Mark burst out laughing, leaning over to whisper something in Mark’s ear, making him cackle.
“Dude, do it! If she loved it, he will too.”
Max removed his shirt easily, and turned his back to Scott, pulling his sweats and underwear down. Slowly, he gave Scott an eyeful of his perfectly shaped round ass, shaking it, putting on a show.
Scott licked his lips. “Goddamn, Max! Look at you.”
Max suddenly turned and started rubbing his chest, pinching his nipples, playing with his dick and hefting his balls in one hand.
He looked directly at Scott and winked.
Making easy work of his shirt, Mark hooked his thumbs on either side of his pants and boxers, in one swift movement, he pulled them down his thighs and stepped out of them, getting as completely naked as Max.
They glanced at each other, and simultaneously flexed their biceps like bodybuilders, grinning very pleased with themselves.
“Boys, your hard work is greatly admired and appreciated.”
Glancing at each other, they both swung their erect cocks back and forth at Scott.
“Don’t tease me, boys!”
“Dude, he’s loving this,” Max says to Mark. “He’s fucking drooling.”
“That’s what we want,” Mark returned. “Let’s make him crazy.”
Max grabbed hold of his hard dick, and looked at Mark and asked, “Hey, what was that gay term you told me?”
“Size queen?”
“That’s the one.”
They glanced at each other, then back at Scott.
Mark frowned, grabbing his own erection and thoughtfully asked. “Do you think we qualify?”
“I don’t know,” Max said. “What are the rules?”
“Scotty?”
Scott stared at them, almost drooling.
“Is it just length?” Max asked teasingly, stretching his cock out.
“Good question,” Mark said, grabbing his cock and showing how thick it was by popping the head in his hand. “What about girth?”
Scott closed his eyes. “You two are fucking killing me.”
Mark grinned. “That sounds promising.”
“Wide and deep,” Scott muttered. “Yeah. Wide and deep.”
Max looked at Mark. “So...we pass?”
“Fuck you both.”
Mark beamed. “We pass.”
Climbing off the bed, Scott fell to his knees and crawled over to Max, looking up at the lacrosse player's massive member, eyes wide and hungry.
He started by rubbing his face again into Max’s crotch, and repeatedly licking underneath his balls, sucking on one, then the other and taking them both into his mouth. Max just stood there, giving Scott all the time he wanted to work his member.
Scott tongued and licked the head again, slurping up the jock’s precum at the tip.
Mark moved in behind Scott and guided him onto all fours. Scott went willingly, scooting forward until Max was right where he wanted him.
Mark watched for a moment, then remembered something Scott had told him.
“Hey, Scotty?”
Scott glanced back.
“You wanna show us your pussy, baby?” Mark caught himself. “No—fuck. Your hole. Show us that hole.”
Scott stopped and looked back at him. Mark grinned.
Scott rolled his eyes and pulled away from Max. “Now?”
“Please, Scotty. Pretty please.”
Scott looked from Mark to Max.
Max was already staring at him expectantly.
“Oh, for fuck's sake.”
He turned over and raised his legs. Mark and Max instinctively stepped back together.
That made Scott laugh. “Jesus Christ. You two.”
But now that he had their complete attention, the exasperation didn't last long.
Using his hands, Scott spread his ass cheeks, revealing the slightest hint of the pink of his hole.
Yes, it is a boy pussy, thought Mark, as he slowly moved to the bed, blew softly on Scott’s revealed pucker, eliciting a loud, deep moan from him. Mark popped the palm of one hand on his roommate's hole. Pop. Pop. Pop. He spit into the crack and stepped away.
Scott’s breath caught, and he groaned. “Oh, fuck!”
Elena loved it. Scott loved it. I do know a little about this, motherfucker, Mark thought, grinning.
Scott slowly started to rub the area around his hole with one finger and then another, opening it so they could see deeper into it. Opening it. Teasing them.
The sight was obscene-perfect glutes, legs parted, hole spread, package in front, hard and throbbing. Scott worked another finger into the chute, spreading the spit all around, dipped in just the tip, slowly fucking himself and moaning. Max had his dick in a tight grip, pumping, a few steps from the bed, his body glistening, mesmerized.
"Now that's one beautiful cunt.”
Scott motioned for Max and grabbed for his cock. He slowly milked it, working the shaft in one hand, cupping his balls in the other, as he pulled Max forward to reenter Scott's mouth. He used his flattened tongue to lick a stripe up the shaft, savoring the salt and heat.
"Holy God. You weren't fucking with me at all. Five stars!" Max groaned, stretching his arms above his head.
Scott swallowed the head, slowly at first, then deeper, opening his throat until his tongue was suckling and licking into his pubic hair, balls deep in his mouth.
“You’re fucking right, dude. Boys do suck better,” said Max, thinking, and what the fuck am I supposed to be with that shit?
Moving behind him, Mark opened Scott's ass cheeks and slowly started to lick around the hole, tonguing it, quickly moving away, trying to drive him wild.
"Holy Fuck, Mark. Don’t tease me.”
“I always eat what I fuck, it seems only fair.”
Scott opened his legs wider. Mark pressed his face into the cleft, licking and sucking on the pucker as if eating a pussy from behind, pressing the tip of his tongue into the hole, just like he would a clit.
"Oh, yeah, eat my fucking ass," said Scott. “Rimming must be universal.”
Mark snorted as he continued to lick, he rubbed one finger around Scott's opening pressing his face into his crack, eating and tonguing, as his roommate writhed underneath.
A cold squirt on Scott's hole made him shiver.
“Of, course, you have lube, you fucker. This was sooooo not spontaneous.”
Mark just laughed, as he eased a finger into Scott, slowly, nudging, until it was up to the knuckle, causing his roommate to make an obscenely loud moan of pleasure.
Mark worked him open with surprising care, two fingers sliding in like he’d done this before.
“This is a lot easier than when Selena and I tried anal,” he muttered almost to himself. “May be my first time with a guy, but it sure as fuck isn’t yours.”
“But you’re still a whore, motherfucker, just like me,” groaned Scott.
Mark drew his finger all the way out, and when he slid back in, there were two, as he rubbed Scott's taint with his thumb.
“Holy God! Do it!”
Mark lubed himself, spreading it over his cock.
“Look at that fucking pucker. So hot. So fuckable.”
Mark delivered a sharp spank to Scott's ass. Placing a hand on each cheek, he parted Scott's buttocks. He dribbled a long, sexy string of saliva, aiming it at the cleft so it dribbled its way down the valley there and onto the tempting hole.
The first push was gentle, considerate. Scott gasped as Mark slowly rocked forward, the head pushing past the first wall of muscle, and held, holding Scott in place with both hands.
While slowly being taken from behind, Scott opened up his throat and suddenly took Max down to the root.
"Holy fuck, dude. No girl has ever sucked my cock this good."
Scott put his hand on Max's ass and encouraged him to fuck his face, which Max quickly did, putting his hands behind Scott's head and rocking into his mouth. Scott's pride never let him gag, but spit was running out of both sides of his mouth, sucking for all he was worth.
“Take my dick, dude. Swallow it!”
Mark resumed the pressure and then increased it slightly. Scott's sphincter struggled and stretched and was finally splayed open, the swollen head slipping deeper. Scott froze, gasping from the shock of it until deep pleasure took over.
"That’s it. Split me open with it," Scott grunted and pushed back onto his friend's dick.
“Daddy loves it when you talk dirty, Scotty,” Mark said, laughing.
“Shut the fuck up!”
Mark laughed out loud as the full length of Mark's huge cock disappeared inside Scott's tight little ass, until his balls rested against his roommate’s ass. He pumped, pulling almost all the way out, then slamming in balls deep.
Scott pushed vigorously back against him, trying to push Mark’s pole closer to his prostate, knowing once Mark hit it, this was going to be one hell of a climax.
Mark reached a hand around and beneath Scott. Grabbing hold of his cock, Mark jerked it in time to their fucking.
“Oh, God!”
“Didn’t forget about you, buddy.”
He slid his hand along the thick, slippery shaft, just like he did to himself, gliding his palm over the smooth, bulging head, psyched about the moans that his actions elicited from Scott.
His climax rapidly approaching, with one deep thrust, Mark finally hit his prostrate and Scott saw stars.
“Right there! That’s the fucking spot.”
Mark upped his pace, his balls slapping hard against Scott's, waves of pleasure hitting him, pumping his cock in and out of Scott's hole like a piston.
"Holy fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm..." Scott cried out, as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum over his hand and onto the bed.
His orgasm squeezed the shit out of Mark's cock, and he followed with a groan, hips shuddering. For a frozen moment all Scott felt was the unstoppable pleasure of Mark's cock driving into him.
"I’m gonna fucking nut, baby. Fuuuuuck!"
Mark screamed and filled his roommate’s hole with spurt after spurt of white cream.
In front, Max's breathing devolved into ragged gasps. The next thrust went impossibly deep into Scott's mouth. He shuddered, groaned, as spurt after spurt of hot liquid squirted over Scott’s tongue and down the back of his throat. Greedily he gulped it down, savoring the salty-sweet taste, swallowing as quickly as he could to get every drop, with just a trickle leaking out of the side of his mouth.
For a second, they were all three welded together. Mark's chest was flush against Scott’s back, cock still twitching in his ass, while Scott buried his face in Max’s pubes, swallowing and sucking for all he was worth.
Mark didn't soften, not right away. Instead, he leaned in, pressed his mouth to Scott's ear and said, "That was perfect, baby."
“Thank you, Scotty. It was totally next level.” Max chimed in.
Max pulled out and fell into a chair. Soft now, Mark slid out, gently, and Scott's legs buckled. He caught himself on the bed, sticky and trembling.
On the other bed, Mark leaned his back against the headboard, lighting a joint, and scooting over to make room for Max. His friend hopped up beside him, receiving a shot gun from Mark’s first toke.
Scott stared at the two perfect naked specimens over on the other bed. He was amazed at what just happened. He stood and went over to the boys, realizing that both were still kind of hard, all the sticky residue clinging to their cocks, their pubic hair and their balls. Gliding between their legs, he cleaned both of them, one after the other, with his mouth.
“Look at you, all caring about cleanliness. You tops, Scotty.”
“I fucking wish you’d give my girlfriend a lesson,” Max said, groaning.
Max and Mark made some room between them for Scott. Mark shot gunned his next toke into Scott's mouth, handing the joint to Max and hopped off the bed.
"It's only fair, buddy."
Scott looked down in amazement, as Mark leaned over and took his cock into his mouth. Without hesitation, he sucked away all the lube and evidence of what they'd just done, taking him as deeply as he could, gagging a little.
Scott suddenly yelped, scrambling away from Mark.
“Jesus, fucker, watch those goddamn teeth!”
Mark pulled away and dropped to the floor.
“Then clean yourself, asshole. I was trying to be nice.”
“You need a lesson before you’re getting anywhere near my dick again.”
Max laughed. “I’d offer you mine in solidarity, but apparently there’s a safety issue. I got babies to make, dude.”
Mark huffed, climbed back onto the bed and threw himself against the headboard.
“Fuck you both. I try to be a good guy and all you bastards do is criticize me.”
“Hey,” Max said. “Leave me out of this. I didn’t say shit.”
Scott stared at Mark. “You almost bit my dick off.”
“I did not. Was there blood? Huh? Was there?”
“No, thanks to you.”
“Well, little fucking perfect gay, my lips are never going near your dick again.”
“You just need a lesson. That’s all. Sucking cock isn’t like licking pussy, dude. You’ll wish your ladies had a lesson from me.”
“Fine. Fine. But you wounded me, man.”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby. I gave a great blowjob, you fucked the shit out of me, and somehow, you’re the injured party?”
Mark folded his arms.
Max looked from one to the other.
“You two are like an old married couple.”
Scott and Mark looked at each other and laughed. Scott tucked himself tighter beneath Mark's arm, pressing his face against his chest.
For a minute, nobody said anything. They just passed the joint back and forth.
Finally, Scott looked at both of them.
“Okay, you fuckers, listen up. Not a goddamn word. From either of you.”
“I’m not saying nothing,” Max assured him.
Mark looked thoughtful. “Well, without advertising your considerable skills, how do I get more big cock for you, size queen?”
“You’re not my pimp, motherfucker. I can get my own cock.”
“God, I hope this isn’t just a one-time thing,” Max said.
“Dude, the man is a fucking whore,” Mark told him. “He’ll come crawling back soon enough.”
Scott laughed. “All right. All right. Standing invitation. You do have great cocks, and I am kind of a whore. But so are you, asshole.”
Mark put a hand to his chest. “I’m not saying nothing.”
They settled back against the headboard, side by side, pleasantly exhausted.
After a while, Max lifted his arm and looked at Scott. “Chest time?”
Scott immediately abandoned Mark and curled against Max.
Mark stared at him in disbelief.
“Jesus, dude. One new cock and you’re totally over me?”
Scott and Max burst out laughing.
Max pulled Scott a little closer. He was already thinking about next time.
“You were right about one thing, Scotty.”
“Only one?”
“Boys really do suck better.” Max considered this for a moment. “My bad, though. I still wish they had a pussy.”
Scott laughed into his chest.
Mark shook his head. “And somehow I’m the fucking himbo.”
“Shut up, honey bear,” Scott murmured.
Mark grinned.
Eventually the joint went out, the room went quiet, and the three of them fell asleep tangled together.
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