I leaned into Mike's body. I swear in 24 hours I'd already met twenty Mikes in this town. This one was way hot, on the older side in his early 40s but kind of looked young for his age. He had dog tags around his neck and had that Army or ex-Army look, hair still buzzed. Though maybe it was macho drag.
"He's good right?" he asked as he looked up from his boyfriend, Colin, who was slowly sucking my dick.
It was a great way to kick off a week at the beach.
I nodded. "Oh yeah. I don't even really like blow jobs."
He shook his head and gave me a deep laugh. "What dude doesn't like blowjobs?"
Mike leaned in. Our lips touched and parted. Dude's tongue slid in.
I moaned into that kiss. This was actually my first threesome, and I felt the thrill of Mike's strong hand wedge into my asscleft, rooting for my asshole with as much finesse as he had kissing me. Which was not a lot.
Colin pulled off and was now attacking his partner's dick. I leaned back and watched, and I think I gasped when I saw that cute blond pup deepthroat that hog like it was nothing.
Mike watched with a leer and looked up. "He can suck us off if you like, stud, or...." His hand hadn't left my ass.
I was a little buzzed from the bar, so it took me longer to pick up on the dynamic. Colin was the bait, and I was the catch.
"If you go easy," I said, which brought a smile to Army Mike's lips.
It wasn't just me being coy. I'd spent the last month trying not to be a whore. After my housemate and friend Alex topped me, I'd been horny as hell. Getting dick only made me crave it more, you know? I went on Grindr and found one top. He was a good lay, it was fun. But he was in an open relationship and probably wasn't my dating type anyway. Since then, nothing.
I was torn. Part of me wanted to go out and sleep around. Get Charlie Kenner out of my system, and just enjoy being 25 and desirable as fuck. The other part of me looked down on dudes who did that. Catholic guilt dies hard, and I still hadn't shaken off my conservatism as a closeted jock.
Now I was pulling Colin up for a kiss while Army Mike circled behind me, already lubing up my hole and teasing it.
****
Alex offered me the spare room in the beach rental. Charlie had originally planned to come but had backed off. A cut me a deal, payback for helping him with the home improvements around the house. I think it was also the gay big bro figure looking out for his little bro. Getting me out of my funk.
It's what I needed. I'm not a beach guy, but that first day on the beach I was surrounded by a fuck ton of hot guys. Gay guys, buff guys. Skewing older than my type maybe, but a range of bodies from great to perfect. I decided I was a beach guy, all right.
We went out for after beach drinks. Dinner. Drinks and dancing in the evening. We were two houses of guys who traveled together and hung out together. Me, A, my housemate John, and Zach and Daniel in one house. In the other house was Kevin Mulvaney, our hockey teammate Drew, and some other couple I didn't know - Randy and Will.
I didn't dance, other than the white guy shuffle at weddings. But this very cute guy my age and my height caught my eye. Blond, cute as fuck, he reminded me of one of my fraternity brothers. He introduced his partner. Oh well, but Mike's eyes were on me like a wolf, too. They dragged me to the dance floor. I went. They danced up against me, one then the other, then both. We kissed.
I decided then and there I was gonna go wild this week.
****
I tried to be quiet when I walked into the rental house after hooking up. Mike wasn't a great top, he'd entered too fast and it took me a while to start to enjoy his dick. And he dropped some "bitch" stuff that was a turnoff. But it didn't matter. I decided I loved having a threesome. Colin had sucked me off while I got plugged from behind. And just connecting physically with other men like that, spontaneous and no-strings, was exhilarating.
There was noise coming from A's room as I tiptoed toward my room. Fucking, muted sex cries. Good for him, I laughed to myself. I slid into my bedroom and closed the door. I had the small room. Like tiny, just room for a double bed and little else. I didn't care. I was in love with this place.
****
The guys teased me the next day. They'd seen me go off with Mike and Colin and had seen me grind on the dance floor. I had a way of feeling self-conscious, but I also knew that's why they teased me.
Kevin had done a 180 since he'd lived in the Frat House, as I affectionately called Alex's place. Kev and I caught up on the beach, sitting side by side on the big towels laid out. He was also fair-complected and joked about needing the sunscreen. We even applied to one another. It was flirty in a fun way, but no real edge there. He'd moved on, I think. He was telling me about a guy he'd been on dates with and wondering why he always second guessed himself. I had ideas, but who was I to give dating advice to anyone?
After a while Kevin went to swim. I begged off, just too damn cold.
I ended up napping. I'd have to pace myself if I was gonna party all week. But the sun felt good and I dozed off.
A voice woke me.
"You're getting red," he said.
I looked up and there was my housemate John, getting up from under his umbrella and picking up his lotion. "Want me to reapply?" he asked. "You might want to flip over anyway."
"Yeah, thanks," I said.
If there was any revelation I had from this trip, it was that John Harris had a smoking hot body. Not hunky-big like Charlie's or jacked like A's or beefy like Kevin's. John was pure Crossfit-looking strong and toned, sinewy shoulders, and thick arms. He was completely waxed for the summer and wore preppy patterned mid-length trunks that were out of place at a gay beach. They looked right on him.
Army Mike from the night before had big hands. But John knew what to do with his. I'm pretty sure my housemate wasn't making the moves on me. But, well, some guys just have the Touch. John was making me hard with his.
"There," he said, after a final rub and pat. "You can get under my umbrella if you want."
"Probably a good idea."
I was still getting to know John. I always thought of his personality as quiet and shy, but nice. I still had that assessment. He did some sales job for high-end home finishings. He admitted he'd always wanted to be an architect, but his parents made him study business instead. "Of course my first boyfriend was an architect," he said with a smile. "Only I was too jealous of his job."
He was getting out of a long-distance relationship, and I told him about the background I had with Charlie.
"Sorry, Brian," he said. To the other guys, I could be Powers or "Bri." John always called me by my full first name.
"I'm still figuring out how gay dating works," I said.
"Let me know when you find out," he said with a smile. He was about three or four years older than me. "You're having fun, through, right?"
I wasn't sure if he was referring to last night's hookup or in general. Either way, the answer was the same. "I decided I was gonna let loose this weekend."
John looked around. "Good place for it. I may try to get out of my shell while I'm here. Derek was going to come out and join me, but that didn't work out."
I didn't want this to get into a bonding session over our break ups.
"What does getting out of your shell mean to you?" I asked. I was trying not to flirt too hard, and it was probably a question I'd ask Zach or any number of friends.
He laughed. "I dunno. I'm not get-my-dick-sucked-on-the-beach level of wild, you know?... but I just wanna be open to experiences, you know?"
I did.
Our eyes connected for a second, and fuck that attraction was there. I didn't want Charlie Part Two, where I dated a housemate, and I didn't want Kevin Part Two, where I fooled around with one and dealt with the fall out later.
Thankfully, John averted his eyes shyly and chuckled. "You must get a lot of attention," he said, looking out at the waves.
"Enough," I said. "You must, too." I dared to scope out his body next to mine. "You got a killer bod, dude."
"Thanks," he said, looking back at me. "That's a recent development." He explained. "I made a New Years resolution three years ago that I was gonna go for the body I wanted."
"Who the fuck keeps New Years resolutions?" I teased.
He looked at me and smiled. "I know, right?"
"That's awesome, man."
"I guess deep down I still feel like the scrawny kid, you know?"
I didn't have that issue, really, but I wasn't going to tell him that.
Anyway, just then, Kevin and A came up, dripping wet and grabbing their towel.
"How's the water?" John asked.
"Terrific," Kev said. "You should get in."
I watched John get out from the umbrella and toss aside his sunglasses. He was halfway down to the water when I decided to follow him.
But as he jumped in and started dunking under and wading in the swells, I got in up to my knees and turned back.
It was too fucking cold.
****
I was sunburned of course. Not too bad, but I felt tired when we went out that evening. I got a second wind, though. I hung out mostly with Zach and Daniel and Drew. I think people thought we were two intergenerational couples. But that was OK. A lot of our talk revolved around the "daddy" type and the appeal to younger guys like Zach. I wasn't immune exactly, but it just wasn't my thing. Still, as we talked, Drew and I traded eye contact more than once. We'd hooked up a couple of years before, just a one-time thing.
I had a feeling it was going to happen again. Just reading him and his eye contact. I'd enjoyed sex with Drew before, and in general he was a good guy. The perfect antidote to Army Mike, not coming on too strong.
We were low key in exchanging deeper looks. There's this thing where sometimes you can flirt with friends without being too serious, and maybe that was happening here. Besides nothing serious was gonna happen with Zach and Daniel there.
Drew talked a bit about turning 50 and the good and bad that came with that, and his goal to retire early.
"That's one of the hard things with the age gap," Daniel chimed in. "We're not going to be in sync when it comes to stuff like that."
Zach quipped, "You're not gonna be my kept househusband, babe?"
Daniel shot him a playful middle finger. "You can't afford me, honey."
"That's true," Zach said.
Zach and Daniel called it an early evening, at least early by vacation standards. I was this close to going with them, since I was tired, too. But I wanted to see if anything would play out.
Indeed, Drew and I flirted some after they left.
"You've changed some," he said finally.
"How so?" I asked.
"You seem to know what you want, or at least know to go for it."
"What do you think I want?" I teased.
"To get laid this week."
"Is that not what you want?"
"I want to forget I'm fucking 50."
I patted his back. "You're a DILF and you know it."
"Thanks," he said. "Wanna go fool around?"
We went to his place. It was nicer than mine, the house and room. We kissed. Not romantically, but like we were play-acting romance. I missed it, and I'd learn Drew did too. We swapped oral and made out and finally 69ed. Drew's body was just as toned and DILF-y as I remembered it. I tasted his salty cum and fed him my own.
"Thanks, Bri," he said as he lay back against the headboard, naked and cock soft. "That was fun."
"It was," I said. I was pulling my shorts back on. It might have been fun to sleep in his bed, but I didn't want the gossip.
"I'm gonna miss you guys next year," he said.
"What? You're moving?"
He shook his head. "Not doing hockey this year. Blew my knee out. I figure I don't want a replacement before 60."
Man, the aging thing had hit him hard, but the knee thing sounded like it sucked. "You'll be part of the gang, though... if you want."
"Yeah," he said. There was something about his tone that said maybe he'd move on.
****
I got a run and a workout in the next morning. I stayed out of the sun mostly, though I hung out more with John under the umbrella. And before drinks, I headed back to the house early and napped to catch up on some rest.
Going out was a blast. I decided I wasn't going to hookup. But I sure got a ton of attention. I ate it up, and I made an effort to mingle and not just cling to Zach and Daniel.
I saw Colin and Army Mike. They were part of a gaggle of guys from another city. I thought of saying hello but figured that was silly. Colin did see me and flashed a smile my way and a wave before turning his attention elsewhere.
Guys said hello, some came up to me. Two things I'm not good at are flirting with strangers and gay humor. So I leaned into the jock thing, talking to these guys like they were my college buddies or teammates. I got some ribbing at first, but I stuck to it, almost as an experiment. Crazy thing is, it worked. I had a bunch of conversations and got a couple of numbers.
"Someone's gonna get a big ego," Zach teased as we walked to the restaurant.
"Come on man, I've had a shitty year dating. Give me this." It was in a joking tone but true.
"All right, Powers, just this once," he smiled. I do think Zach vicariously enjoyed me hooking up with guys. He and Daniel were monogamous and happy, but he'd had some very active single days and missed the hunt.
I danced that night. Not well, but I just got smashed and enjoyed myself. And stumbled home, alone. I was happy.
****
Alex had been kind of missing for that first half of the week. I think maybe he'd found a dude he'd connected with. The second night out he'd gone off on his own, and on the third he stayed in watching a movie.
"You sure you don't want to go out, A?" I asked him.
He looked up with his sexy green eyes and flashed a smile. "I'm good, little bro. Just wanna enjoy some downtime, you know?"
But by day 4, the old Alex Ramirez was back, playing a competitive game of paddle ball at the beach, hitting happy hour with his hard seltzers, showing off his shirtless, jacked body. And he was in a social, talkative mood.
It was the day when we felt like a true posse. Nine dudes hang out and having a great time. I was the youngest, with Drew, Daniel, and that couple Will and Randy the older set, all at least 40. I was starting to enjoy the jokes thrown my way and was even getting into the catty gay humor of Will and Randy.
At some point, A went to get me another drink. I switched to hard seltzer, but I had to pace to keep from getting too sloshed. It was still only 6 o'clock.
"You having fun, little bro?" he asked.
"God yeah, A," I said. "Thanks for making this happen for me."
His hand rested on my back. Friendly and yet sensual. My housemate and I hadn't done anything sexual since we crossed that line a month ago. But the sexual attraction was still there and still mutual.
"It's nice to have some young eye candy in the gang," he said with a wink. His hand traveling lower.
The booze was relaxing me for sure, and A's hand felt very welcome. His touch was even making my nipples stick up in my T-shirt. My guard was down, which is why I said, "The House Bottom, bro?"
That caught him by surprise, but his smile came back. "I thought the idea offended you, little bro."
I shook my head. "Maybe at first, but I'll admit, it's been an inspiration some nights." I held up my hand in a JO motion, copying what Alex had done when he first mentioned the House Bottom idea. I hadn't really fantasized much about it, but the idea had stuck with me.
Alex leaned in and put his mouth to my ear. "Maybe you can pick the next housemate, little bro." We'd finally fixed up the fourth bedroom so A could rent it out. "Pick out a hot top for that hole of yours."
"Oh fuck," I hissed. It was wild fantasy, but A had a way of making it seem real.
He smirked when he pulled back.
Just then some guy came by. "Hello Muscles," he teased, running his hand up Alex's meaty bare torso, before flitting away.
Alex and I both laughed.
****
Dinner was a casual bite. I was hungry and scarfed it down. I stuck with soda water the next round when we went out for drinks. By 10, when Kevin and the other house were revving up to hit the club, Zach and Daniel begged off, saying they were going back to the house. They were in a very physical and affectionate mood, and I had a good idea they were eager to go have sex. Good for them.
Alex looked at me briefly, and then spoke up that he was gonna head back too. I took the bait and said I'd see the guys tomorrow. Hell, maybe sex was gonna happen with A, or it wasn't. Either way, some low-key bro time sounded perfect.
Alex must have been thinking the same thing, because as Zach and Daniel went to the privacy of their bedroom, A pulled out two seltzers and guided us out to the deck.
The air was cool, but I was loving just being here.
"You got some sun, Bri," Alex said.
I knew I was a little sunburned. "You always tan, fucker," I teased.
"Thank my Daddy," he said. I knew Alex had a lot of resentment about his father, so it was cool he was in a lighthearted mood that night.
"I'm definitely coming back here next year," I said, changing the subject. "Even if I have to save up."
"We'll work something out," A said. There were two sides to Alex Ramirez, one a money-savvy landlord who was fixated on building equity, the other a guy who liked to be generous with his friends.
We talked about general life stuff. I admired that A had his shit together and was a homeowner. I was saving money, but it'd probably be my 30s before I got real serious. Right now, I was just doing the career ladder thing and enjoying my 20s.
We talked about guys. Alex definitely had a thing for twunks, like young, college aged dudes, but he also realized maybe he didn't have the healthiest dynamic dating them.
"Maybe I need to expand my type, bro," he said. Then, "You think you could date a guy who's not a hockey dude?"
"Probably," I said. Then, "I don't know." A was perceptive. It wasn't just that Charlie had been my last boyfriend, it's that beyond than being into sex with guys, hockey was kind of my sole identity.
He laughed. Alex had a sexy laugh. "I just felt bad for that poor kid....Colin?"
I was caught off guard because a Colin had sucked my dick that week. Then it clicked. "Oh, Connor."
"Yeah, dude. Him. He was crazy about you."
"I know," I said. "I kinda feel bad about that."
"It happens, bro."
Just then the door opened, and John stepped out. He was in a "gay club" attire that seemed out of place on him. Super tight t-shirt, Chubbies shorts, and designer sneakers. If John dressed like that more, I would have noticed his rockin bod earlier.
He had a plastic cup in hand. John was a vodka tonic kind of guy. "Am I interrupting anything?" he asked. Perhaps he'd noticed A being close and flirty with me earlier.
"Nah, bro, come join us," A said.
"Decided not to stay out?" I asked.
John shook his head as he took a seat. "Wasn't feeling it."
A grinned and teased, "What's with the Chelsea kid getup, bro?"
He blushed. "I dunno, man. Figured I'd try to fit in, you know?"
"I like that preppy shit you got going on, John," I said. "Looks good on you."
"See? You're Powers-approved, buddy... doesn't get any better than that."
We talked a little and got a report. John was surprisingly shy when it came to pursuing guys. "I tried to talk up a couple guys, but I definitely don't have game," he said, laughing at himself. He took a sip of his drink and added, "Figured I'd come back here and see if anyone was on the apps."
"How long has it been since you've gotten laid, bro?" A asked with some real concern.
He laughed and shrugged. "Maybe 3 months. It's been a while."
"Fuuck, dude." Alex said. "Too long."
John kind of relaxed into A's easy going vibe. "Yeah. I need to get laid this week, for sure."
A looked my way and winked. "Well, Bri here's thinking of becoming the house bottom. Maybe he can help out."
I might have acted like a deer in the headlights, but that didn't compare to John's nervousness. "What do you mean?" he asked softly.
"Just a crazy idea Bri and I had," Alex explained. "He's a horny bottom bro, and could use some men to help him out."
Leave to A to make this happen. I had a chance to back out, or to say fuck off. Make it a joke. But I'd gotten prepped before going out and being around both these guys... yeah, the idea of making it with them was very appealing. My inner itch was kicking in.
I looked John in the eyes. "It's weird, right?" I asked. "But it'd be kind of hot.... if you were into it."
"Jesus, Brian, you're crazy hot," John said, his brown eyes getting clearly excited. He looked over at A. "You guys, um, done this before?"
Alex nodded. "Just once. Powers's ass is incredible, bro. You should try it bro."
A was laying it on thick, but his praise was getting me turned on.
"You should, John," I said. I was now enjoying being the hunter in addition to being the prey. "No strings, no expectations. Just dudes getting off."
He smiled but was clearly still shy. "Like, now?"
"Why not?" I teased. I stood up and undid my shorts. I had a jock strap on and turned to show off my ass. I flashed the guys for maybe five seconds then pulled up my shorts again.
"Fuck!" John hissed.
"Nothing like hockey ass right?" A said with a leer. He pawed at his crotch now.
John stood up. Very horny, in a way his mild-mannered personality didn't lead me to suspect. "Is Alex gonna watch?" He was stepping toward me, and tentatively reaching out to feel my chest. John was about 6 foot even and in his tight T-shirt I could make out the tight, sculpted brawn.
My mind flashed back to my first day here, and how much I enjoyed the threesome. "If it's OK with you, bro."
"Sure," he hissed. Then he leaned in and kissed me. John Harris could kiss. An easy approach his slipped his tongue inside and softly moved his lips.
"I wanted to do that at the beach, Brian," he said.
"I did too," I admitted.
Now A was standing up. That big boner in his shorts as he stepped up to us. "So... you ready to be the House Bottom, little bro?" he asked.
"Yeah... only Kyle's not here," I teased. Kyle White was our other housemate.
A chuckled. "White would fuck you in a heartbeat, bro. You know that, right?"
I didn't. And I wasn't sure if Alex was just doing horny sex talk to get me going. I turned to John. "You OK with this?"
He grinned. "New experiences, right?" he smiled. I kept his eyes on me as he reached down and undid those chubbies.
"Whoa, Harris went commando," Alex teased.
I looked down and there was a nice piece of uncut cock standing straight up. Thick and meaty, maybe shy of seven inches. John Harris had a nice tool.
I gave the man another kiss, hornier than the first and then playfully patted his hard pecs as I leaned back. "Don't cum," I urged, then right there on the deck I squatted down.
Up close Harris's dick was even better. Full and heavy and rock hard. I licked and teased the length and ran my tongue along the foreskin. Meanwhile A was pulling down his shorts and jerking the length of his dong.
I took John into my mouth and then worked further. I was an OK cocksucker, since I loved dick, and Lord knows Charlie Kenner had given my mouth a workout. But I still could use more practice.
I was getting it now, working John's prick deeper with each bob. I pulled off and moved to A. I fucking made love to my bro's dick. Up and down, extra suction, a lot of saliva.
Then back to John.
"Let's go to the bedroom," he said, nudging me off. He seemed to like the naughtiness of doing it outdoors, but it was still out of his comfort zone.
Even as as John pulled up his shorts, I could see he had an incredible ass. I'd heard the guys talk about "top ass," and while I still didn't know exactly what made a man have top ass, I knew for sure Charlie Kenner was the ideal I had in my head - strong and muscular but not overly rounded. John Harris was a tauter version of that.
There was an awkwardness as we three filed into John's bedroom, A shutting the door behind us. But John stepped back up and claimed a kiss that got me very into whatever was going to go down. He guided me back to the bed, and as I finally sat back down on the mattress, the guy peeled down his shorts again, now kicking off his shows and stepping out of his shorts. He smiled down on me then looked over at Alex.
"What did have you guys done?"
Alex was now naked and sliding in from the other side of the bed, scooting up behind me and gripping my shoulders with his strong hands. "Little bro had a horny hole one night. I took care of it."
I leaned back into his grip.
John grinned. He was a cute guy. "Scoot over," he urged, then stripped off his T-shirt.
A and I made room in that queen bed, and it was soon a tight fit. Two hunks on either side of me, helping me strip off and taking turns kissing me. This was different than my earlier threesome. More playful, and the guys weren't a couple this time. I felt like the true center of attention. Hands pawing at my toned ex-jock body.
At one point I turned to kiss John. It wasn't like I craved affection with him more than with Alex, but John was an incredible kisser and that body was new to me. Fun to caress and hold.
A didn't feel left out. He felt up my ass and dug into the cleft before leaning over my shoulder. "Where's the lube, bro?" he asked.
John pulled back and went to find it in his bag. I guess he hadn't had the chance to use it yet. "I don't have any rubbers on me," he said sheepishly.
"It's OK, Bri's on PReP," Alex answered and took the lubricant from our housemate.
John had a sly grin as he got back in bed. He and I kissed while Alex fingered and slicked up my hole.
Finally I felt A scooted up closer to my back and guide that big stick into my crease. The penetration was OK. He went slow then rushed it. But the last four inches felt amazing. This is what I wanted with Army Mike. A top who didn't make everything an Alpha show. Alex now gently pumped me while his lube-slick hand slipped around my front, holding me steady.
I moaned into John's kiss. He finally pulled back to watch my face.
"Feeling good, Brian?" he asked. He was turned on and yet really wanted to check in with how I was doing.
I nodded. "Oh yeah," I hissed. "Fuck."
"So hot," John said.
"Bro's got a sweet ass," A said. "Gonna take good care of his brothers."
The fucking got quicker. I think Ramirez had one speed he liked for fucking, fast. But the side position was perfect to keep it from being too intense. I was experiencing both speeds at once, hot-to-trot Alex doing me urgently from behind and smooth John making out with me from the front. If there had been any stimulation on my cock, I might have cum from that combo.
Instead I just rode out that pleasure and the sensual feeling as A got his nut. It didn't take long. I felt his muscles stiffen against my back and his arm pull me back in urgent need. "Day-um, Bri," he cried against my neck, giving me a soft lick.
It was like time was suspended for a minute. A was trying to regain his regular consciousness, while John was horny as hell now but waiting his turn. I was in fucking bottom heaven, even if in the back of my head I wondered if this was all a mistake.
It didn't feel like a mistake when A's long dick pulled out, slick with his seed, and I knew I was ready for Harris's thicker one. I pulled him to me in an unmistakable sign, rolling us back in the spot vacated by Alex. John came with me, supercharged with lust and attacking my neck and body with soft kisses.
I parted my legs and wrapped them around John. It took him a second to find my hole, but he nudged in.
"God yes," he sighed, pulling up from my neck and looking down on me with pure appreciation.
"Fuck me," I urged. I held on to his Crossfit bod and felt that thick cock plow in. Not roughly, but he was going right for it. My hole was already loosened and seeded, and it had been three months since John Harris has been laid. I was reaping the reward.
The guy fucked hard. Not rough, not fast, but with real strength, a steady dicking that was gonna make me crazy. I did NOT expect John Harris to be an amazing top, and yet here he was on top of me and giving me an athletic shafting that was just right.
"God," I hissed. My p-spot was truly alive, buzzing and wanting more of the Harris treatment. The guy seemed to respond in turn, throwing more of his strength and weight into each thrust. Or maybe he was just feeling his need to get off inside me.
"That's it, little bro," I heard A say with excitement. Honest to god, I'd temporarily forgotten he was there, but he was now scooting up and kissing the side of my head, snaking his hand down. "...just like when you were in the fraternity house, taking brother cock." It was A doing his fantasy talk and doing it well, sending me to that place of sexual need. "One after the other..."
John grunted on top of me. A's words were tripping his wires, too, and I felt him get close to his orgasm.
With perfect timing, A's hand wrapped around my hard as nails dick. His palm was slick with lube and he drew it up and down maybe twice before I lost it.
"Oh fuck!" I hissed, and caught it in a whimper, trying not to be too loud as I came. Zach and Daniel were just two rooms down.
It was a simultaneous O. I wished sex could always be this good. John kissed me as he rode out his orgasm, then I met A's soft lips. We uncoupled, sweaty and my body cum-covered in John's bed.
A had a content, sleepy look as he slid out. "That was hot as hell, dudes... hopefully we can do it again."
"Yeah," John said, kind of dreamy in his expression and resting his hand on my bare, spermy chest. "If Brian here's up for it."
"Definitely," I replied.
We watched A slip on his shorts and pick up his T shirt before slipping out the door.
John looked at me and smiled. "I'm so fucking glad we did that, man. Incredible."
"Incredible for me, too," I answered. I looked down at my body. "I should get cleaned off."
"Yeah," John said, removing his hand to let me get up. "If you want to sleep in here, Brian... no strings, but it's been a while for me. I miss it."
"Be back soon, bro," I said.
I slipped out to shower off, just a quick rinse, and brushed my teeth. I'd have to figure out how much to tell Zach. I shared pretty much everything with him, but I didn't want to make things weird with him, or for him to think less of me.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and made my way back to John's room. Who knew what this House Bottom business meant. If it was really gonna develop, or if it was just some wild Alex fantasy we played out tonight. But I loved sex with A and sex with John. They were my friends, my bros, and they would be, fucking or not. I decided not to overthink it, to just see where it led.
John went to wash off and brush his teeth. Within five minutes he was naked again and slipping in bed next to my nude body. We spooned. John seemed to love feeling up my abs.
"You OK, man?" he asked softly.
"God, yes," I said. But I got a vibe. "Did the House Bottom talk freak you out?"
He laughed softly. "Nah. But you're the last guy I'd expect with a wild side."
"I could say the same about you, bro."
He patted my chest. "It's fun. Going all out for rebound sex."
He was talking about himself, but I realized it applied to me too. I still missed Charlie Kenner, but that night, falling asleep in John's arms, I missed my ex a little less.
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