This is Chapter 4 in a series. I recommend that you read the first three chapters before you read this one. Enjoy! Comments are always welcome at [email protected].
Josh’s POV:
Derek and I fell into a nice routine. We each had our own lives and lived them during the day. I would work at the diner most days or hang out with a few friends who were also staying in town for the summer. He would tend to his various properties around town. I also helped with the yard work at our apartment and with the other properties, as my work schedule permitted.
We usually ate together at night and then found ourselves in bed, exploring each other’s young bodies. Our default place to play was his place. His bed was a king and the overall apartment was nicer than the 2-bedroom I lived in upstairs.
On occasion, we might find ourselves playing in my apartment. One Thursday night was one of those nights. The one feature of my apartment that my landlord does not have in the downstairs flat: a sliding glass door to a deck and a bank of windows on either side of the glass doors. Pete and I had discovered that when those Midwestern thunderboomers rolled in off the prairie there was no better place to be than on our couch, watching the lightning electrify the sky seconds before the inevitable boom would shake the wall of glass. We’d watched a few storms together in the fall and early spring, but none we’d seen matched the shows mother nature would put on when the temps were in the high 80s at 10 pm and the air was as thick as water.
We had been in Derek’s apartment drinking a beer and catching up when the storm started. I asked him if he’d ever watched a thunderstorm from the upstairs apartment. When he said he hadn’t, I grabbed him by the hand and told him it was time to change that.
So, we headed upstairs, sat on the couch next to each other, drank our beers and listened and watched the glorious storm erupting outside.
As the storm cooled off things started to heat up on the couch. I started it, I guess, by rubbing Derek’s cock through his jeans. The next thing I knew, I was on my knees between his legs, his jeans and jockstrap shucked aside, and his nice cut cock between my lips. I was going up and down on his cock, playing with his balls and urging him to cum in my mouth when the door opened and the overhead light clicked on…
Pete’s POV:
Late spring had morphed into early summer the way it does in Chicago. A few good days of 70’s to 80’s temps and then suddenly the thermometer skyrockets into the low 90s.
I had gotten back home a couple of weeks earlier from Peoria, where I attended college. I was saved from lugging my stuff back home when my roommate, Josh, struck a deal with our landlord. We could keep our place and pay no rent for the summer as long as Josh maintained the place while the landlord traveled to Europe. We were both happy about that news. For us, it meant we could keep an apartment we really loved through the following school year. For the landlord, Derek, who was just a few years older than us, it meant he could go away and not worry about the upkeep of the place and didn’t have to find new renters who he could tolerate, our apartment being right above his in a duplex he owned.
I had been working at my family’s restaurant on Halstead seven nights a week since I returned in late May. We needed the help, because a number of the kids who work during the summer don’t show up until mid-June. Once they started to fill the shifts, my Dad told me to cut back my schedule to 4 or 5 nights a week. “In fact,” he said, “why don’t you take a few days off, starting today,” he said.
He didn’t have to ask me twice. It was Thursday afternoon. I thought I’d hang out that night and then drive down to Peoria in the morning. At around 8 p.m., after I’d eaten dinner, I decided, what the hell? I think I’ll drive down tonight. Checking to make sure I had my apartment key on my ring, I jumped in the car and drove 2.5 hours south. I didn’t even need to pack a bag: I’d left toiletries and clothes in the apartment, so I was all set to just roll.
I arrived at our apartment. There was one light burning in our landlord Derek’s apartment but the upstairs apartment was dark.
“Josh must be out,” I thought. The duplex had a single door in the middle of the first floor. It opened to a small foyer, with a locking door leading up to our apartment on the left and a door leading into the landlord’s first floor apartment on the right. I unlocked the door and turned the handle to our door. I was not surprised that it was unlocked; we often didn’t bother locking the interior door because the exterior door was always locked. I walked up the stairs, not bothering to put on a light. At the top of the stairs was another door that opened into our apartment. I opened that and clicked on the light switch beside the door...
What I saw in front of me froze me in place. Our couch was turned around facing the wall of windows the way we arrange it when a storm is rolling through. That wasn’t unusual. I’d driven through the storm and knew that the view in the apartment would have been impressive. What was unusual was that right after the room lit up my roommate Josh sprung to his feet from the other side of the couch and along with him was our landlord, Derek, who was naked from the waist down with a now-starting-to-deflate hard-on jutting out from in front of him.
They both looked at me, stunned. I was equally stunned. My mind processed what I was seeing but there was only one conclusion to draw: something sexual was clearly going on when I opened that door.
“Pete,” Josh whispered, “what the hell? I didn’t know you were coming down.”
“Obviously not,” I chuckled, although I don’t know how I round the words or the wherewithal to make a joke. I was truly stunned. Josh and I had known each other since freshman year. We were now going into our junior year. We had double dated. I’d heard him—as he’d heard me—through our thin walls as various co-eds squealed with delight as their luscious young cunts had been sucked on by one of our mouths or penetrated by one of our cocks. The closest thing to a gay moment that he and I had ever had was when we, at one college girl’s request, double-tapped her and during the encounter I couldn’t resist the urge to jerk his cock a few times. I know I enjoyed it at the time but he had pulled away and we’d never spoken about it.
As for me, I knew that I was bisexual and had been since I’d been blown by a teacher in junior high. That’s a story for another day, but standing there, processing what I was seeing, I realized all at once that turning this into a threesome with my roommate and our landlord was the only thing that would make sense out of this crazy moment.
Derek bent over to get his pants and I heard myself say, “Please don’t. I’m enjoying the show” as I slowly walked toward them and around the end of the couch.
“So,” I said, “this is what’s been going on down here while I’ve been hard at work up in Chicago.”
Josh kept staring at me. I could tell he simply couldn’t process the fact that I’d just caught them in the act and was not freaking out. I walked over to him, pulled him in for a hug and said, “nice to see you. Do you mind if I join you?”
I heard Derek laugh behind me as I also heard his pants being thrown to the side. I then heard the distinctive sound of his shirt being whisked off over his head. I turned to look at him. He was gorgeous. And his chest was a marvel. His cock, now hardening up again, stood gloriously out from an auburn patch of pubic hair.
I turned back to Josh and said, “I think we should both get naked, too. What do you think, roomie?”
Derek’s POV:
Josh was licking cum off my cock and thighs and I was thinking: “three weeks ago this kid had never touched another guy’s dick, now he sucks cock like he’s been doing it for years.”
I was looking out the window and stroking his hair when there was a flash of lightning off in the distance. Almost simultaneously my mind registered that the door was opening, there was a click of the light switch and the overhead light lit up the room.
Josh jumped up, looking at the door, where his roommate, Pete, looked back, a stunned look on his face. I stood up and grabbed my pants. My cock, quickly deflating, was hanging naked and free in front of me. We all stood frozen for a second or two. Then Pete slowly walked over to Josh, hugged him and I heard him whisper, “nice to see you. Do you mind if I join you?”
I couldn’t control myself and laughed out loud, throwing my pants to the side.
Josh started to say something, but I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “we can talk about it later. For now, I think Pete is just interested in a little welcome home party.”
Pete smiled at me. I stepped close and put my arms around them. I kissed Josh and then I moved my face to kiss Pete. He didn’t back away. His lips were closed when mine first found his but they quickly opened up and he welcomed my tongue in his mouth. I heard Josh whisper “unfuckingbelievable” and we all smiled. Pete and I kissed and then he and Josh kissed and then we traded around for a few minutes.
I stepped slightly away while Josh and Pete were making out. I then pivoted and started to unbuckle Pete’s jeans. He took the hint and turned his body to face me, while keeping contact with Josh. I undid his belt and then unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. I put my thumbs under his briefs, next to his skin, and tugged down. He did not resist. No, he swiveled his hips a little to help me get a firm grip. I rolled his pants and boxer briefs down past his knees. His cock, cut and about 5.5” sprung up from a very hairy crotch. I took his pants down to his ankles and he stepped out of them, still making out with Josh; they were caressing each other like long lost lovers and moaning softly as they touched.
Pete stepped out of his jeans, and I threw them and his boxers—they were fire engine red—to the side. I stood up and looked at his bottom half. He had a deep black treasure trail that ran from his belly button to his crotch. Above his cock and balls was an amazing pubic bush. It covered his pubic area from one side to the other and to about two or two and a half inches up from his cock. The hair looked soft and I couldn’t resist reaching out and rubbing my fingers through it. He moaned into Josh’s mouth.
Josh had been wearing only his underwear, so I rolled them down over his hips and to his feet, where he shucked them off. The only clothing left between the three of us was Pete’s shirt.
He stepped away from Josh and tugged his golf shirt up over his head. When his arms were in the air, I noted that he had the same black hair under his arm. It was fine and wispy. Before he could put his arms down, I stepped in and licked his left pit and started kissing it deeply. He pushed his pit onto my tongue and moaned.
Stepping back, I said, “Well, what do you boys want to do now?”
They both looked at each other. Neither of them wanted to be the first to talk, I think. So I said: why don’t you both get on the couch.
They sat down, side-by-side. I smiled at them and said, “that’s not exactly what I had in mind.” Each looked back at me, perplexed.
“What I want you to do,” I said, “is to kneel on the couch with your chest and face facing the back of the couch and with your butts facing me.”
Josh looked at Pete and shrugged. Pete shrugged back as they each stood up and did as I directed, kneeling on the couch cushions, facing the back.
What a sight! From the back they could almost be twins. Each had shoulder length hair that fell across the bottom of their necks. Pete’s was a bit lighter than Josh’s but they were both luxuriant looking, full and rich. Their backs were both perfect. Josh was lightly freckled at the shoulders but neither had a single blemish. Josh was a bit more tanned than Pete, since he had spent the last few weeks working around the yard of our duplex in his spare time. Josh’s back was slightly broader than Pete’s, but not by much. Pete has a pair of pronounced sacral dimples sitting above his ass cheeks.
Both of them had perfect globes. Josh’s were a little more oblong than Pete’s—small, almond-shaped and sexy. I could see both sets of balls hanging below their perfect asses.
I dropped to my knees and leaned forward, rubbing my left hand across Josh’s ass and my right across Pete’s. Keeping my left hand on Josh’s ass and stroking his cheeks and his hole, I leaned in and, separating his cheeks with my right hand, licked slowly and deeply into Pete’s crevice. He smelled of the road—damp and musky but not unclean. I pushed him forward so that he was leaning over the top of the couch and then went in, tongue first, and found his hole. I licked and slipped my tongue in and out. I flicked my tongue across his hole repeatedly before plunging back in and licking him deeply. I continued to do that, darting in and out alternating with flicking the hole and walls of his cheeks with my tongue.
Meanwhile, while my left hand had found Josh’s cock and balls through his legs and was slowly stroking and jerking, my right hand snuck through Pete’s legs and gently caressed his balls and cock. His package was new to me, of course, and I couldn’t wait to turn him around and get a close-up and good look.
But I did wait, and I continued to rim him. My mouth, wet with saliva, rolled across his hole and cheeks as my tongue darted deeply in and out of his boi pussy. Pete pushed hard back against me, arching so that my tongue would slip as deeply as possible up his canal. I couldn’t tell if it was his first time being rimmed, but he sure was enjoying it.
I could sense but not see that above me they were kissing and stroking each other. I paused to consider that these guys had been roommates for two years and never once during that time did either pick up on a gay vibe, much less make a move, as far as I knew. Unbelievable.
I switched it up and started to eat out Josh. Familiar territory—muscle memory took over and I licked, sucked and tongue fucked him in ways that had become familiar to both of us. I felt Pete’s hand on the back of my head, pushing me deeper and deeper into Josh. I didn’t need the encouragement, but the effort felt nice. I grunted and moaned as I sucked his hole and stroked their cocks.
I stopped, leaned back once again to admire these two young guys’ asses perched in front of me. I grabbed each by the hip and slowly turned him around. They were both rock hard.
We all three sat silent for a moment, each an admirer and each an admired. Josh broke the spell of the moment when he dropped down from the couch on his feet and took us both by the hands, leading us back toward the bedroom.
“You know,” I said, “I know of a much bigger bed not more than thirty seconds away.”
We all smiled at each other, made our way, still naked, to the door and walked down the stairway in a line, our cocks deflating slightly and bouncing as we went down the stairs. Fortunately, the door at the bottom of the stairs opened into a foyer, across which was the door to my apartment, so we didn’t have to go outside. I don’t think it would have stopped us if we had to, but at least we didn’t have to think about it.
I opened the door (we kept the inside doors unlocked and the outside door locked when we were at home; we locked inside and outside doors when we were away) and walked in, holding Josh’s hand. He, in turn, held Pete’s hand as we led him into my bedroom.
Pete said, “you know, I just realized I haven’t showered all day. Do you mind if I go in and rinse off?”
“Of course not,” I replied. “I’ll help,” Josh said, with a smile.
So, the two boys traipsed off and into my shower. Leaving me alone and naked in my room. I made myself useful by putting on the radio. The local NPR affiliate broadcasted jazz overnight and the sound of Miles Davis’ trumpet playing softly instantly filled the room. I draped a towel over the lightshade to enhance the mood. I rolled the top sheet and the thin blanket down to the end of the bed.
Still naked, I went to the door of the bathroom and looked in. The boys were totally engrossed in a kiss that I could tell had two years’ of unrealized passion behind it. I wondered if I should leave them alone to explore each other, but as I was thinking that, Pete opened his eyes and broke the kiss to smile at me and beckon me into the shower.
I declined because there really wasn’t room for all three of us—not if we wanted to move around—and said, “I’ll be the guy in the bed when you guys are ready.”
As I climbed into the bed I heard the shower turn off and then the sounds of them drying each other off. They both emerged from the shower. It was amazing how similar they were. Both thin with a little bit of definition through their upper bodies. Both naturally smooth except for nice patches of pubic hair the rose from each cock.
They climbed into bed. I said, “c’mon now, tell me the truth, you two guys never played with each other before?”
They both nodded “no” and then Pete said: “I’ve fantasized about being with Josh, but I didn’t want to risk our friendship. I’m really glad this is happening.”
We three-way hugged at the center of the bed. I leaned Pete back against the pillows and scooted down to get between his legs. I picked up his balls and gently sucked one and then another in and out of my mouth. My hands reached up and stroked his tummy and his pubic region, occasionally reaching up to twirl a nipple or two.
He and Josh were kissing as I took Pete’s cock into my mouth. I sucked it all the way in so that my nose was buried in his pubes and then lifted off. I licked the tip with my tongue and then started licking the underside of the head and down the shaft, all the while using my hands to play with his nipples, his belly, his pubes and his balls. The air was thick with the sound of my slobbering over his nice cock.
I felt movement on the bed and suddenly felt my legs being pulled down to the edge. I gasped when a second later I felt Josh’s breath on my skin and his mouth close over my cock. I looked up to see that Pete had completed the triangle and was now between Josh’s legs, sucking Josh as Josh was sucking me as I was sucking Pete.
The room was quiet but for the soft purring and moaning of each of us and the low sound of smooth jazz coming out of the speakers.
We licked and sucked each other with passion, each of us matching the other’s movements. I would lick the underside of Pete’s cock with my tongue, lavishly rolling it across his balls and then back up to the tip. I knew, without looking, that he was doing the same to Josh, and a split second later, Josh was doing the same thing to me. A chain reaction that had me thinking of how I wanted my cock sucked, translating that into sucking Pete’s in the same way and then an instant later, feeling Josh doing the same thing to me. Over and over again.
I’m a bit of a blow job connoisseur. Too many guys, in my opinion, think a blow job is simply the act of sticking a cock in a mouth and bobbing in and out. They think they’ve done a good job if they’ve avoided stabbing the cock with their teeth. Anyone will eventually cum as a result of the in and out of a wet mouth, I know. However, a truly great blow job involves the mouth on a much more active basis. The tongue, even when inside the mouth, is at work licking the cockhead and the underside of the cock head and the shaft, both top and bottom. The lips are pulsing like pussy lips as the cock moves in and out. The hands, never idle, are guiding the shaft, stroking the balls, squeezing and rolling the balls and grabbing the ass cheeks. The cock is popped out from time-to-time so that the mouth can suck on and lightly nip on the balls. The fingers are tracing imaginary lines through the pubic hair and down through the taint, lightly penetrating the hole or plunging right in and finding the prize. To me, that’s a proper blow job and that’s what the three of us were doing in our chain.
Soon, I felt Pete push deeply me into me as he said, “Oh, no, I’m going to cum.” I grabbed his balls and said, “please do.” He started face fucking me and soon we were all feverishly pounding the mouth our cock’s found themselves in.
Pete let loose with a gush of cum and then Josh and I moaned as we each came, I into Josh’s mouth and Josh into Pete’s. We then lay there, spent. As similar as their bodies were, Pete and Josh’s cum was totally different. Pete’s cum was as thick as Josh’s but it was a bit sweeter t the taste. I rolled his cum around in my mouth, swallowed and then licked the rest off his cock and thighs. This, of course, started a chain reaction in the triangle.
After a little self-cleaning, we lay back. Resting up for more fun.
