I had a surprise waiting for me when I got home from work one day. On my bedroom desk was a card with my name written in neat handwriting on the envelope.
Inside was a Christmas card from Mark and a handwritten note. "Brian, I don't know the etiquette, but thanks for being an awesome House Bottom. Happy holidays. See you in the new year."
Mark's semester had already ended, so the house would be a little quieter.
I showed Alex the card. He was amused, too, and amused I was so touched by it. "Little bro's really settling into being House Bottom," he observed.
I blushed. "You think I'm silly," I said. I still carried some self-consciousness about bottoming for my housemates.
He shook his head and pause. "Hardly, Bri. I was the one who suggested it." He paused and leaned in. "It turns out Rob is giving me my Christmas present early," he said, referring to his still new-ish boyfriend. "A hall pass with the House Bottom."
That was almost as much a surprise as Mark's holiday card. "Whoa, really?" I asked. I had to say I missed my big bro time, but at the moment I wasn't in the mood to bottom. That may have come across in my tone.
A winked at me. "Let me know if you're having another blue band night, Bri. I felt a little left out."
I blushed. "I guess word gets around."
He patted my arm. "Just among the House, bro. It's cool."
"All right," I said. "Maybe before everyone goes home." It was A talking me into another group scene, but truth was I'd been thinking of it, too. I was having sex regularly with John and Kyle, and somehow I was still horny all the time.
"No pressure, Bri, for real," he said. "But it'd be an awesome thing."
"The season of giving, right?" I joked.
"If you're giving, I'm a grateful man, bro."
***
I mulled it over.
I was still hooking up with Rick Malone, the divorce 50-something stud who I'd dated and broken up with. We were back on, not as boyfriends but definitely something more than friends with benefits. Rick and I shared a love of sports, hockey particularly, and I felt like he got me. And while he was in a different professional field, it was one close to mind and I took in his advice as a professional mentor. He was a great fit for my personality, but we were just at very different phases of our lives
The sex was off the charts hot, though. We couldn't stop ourselves from meeting up to fuck and couldn't resist slipping back into date mode. The one good thing was that we both could joke how we were doing the wrong thing.
At least now with the holidays coming, Rick was in dad mode to his kids and focused on his upcoming time with them. It had been a week and a half since one of Malone's power top fucks.
So I was juggling Rick, and my housemates Kyle and John. Maybe I was getting out of control. But it felt like things were in control. Rick was just a temporary fling, I knew, and I could trust my House Tops. My sex drive was spiking and yeah, it all seemed crazy fun.
And I won't lie. Alex's interest in a gangbang gave me some additional incentive to do one.
So I picked a day I was able to get out of work a half hour early. End of year was a busy time at work, but with the holidays, coworkers were often working more flexibly to do shopping errands or head off to holiday parties. I powered down, my heart pounding a little because I was planning an orgy for later.
I got home and cleaned myself out good and once again for good measure. I was horny but not in a dick hard kind of way, it was weird. Just excited mainly. I showered and dressed in some casual sweats and T shirt and went to the dinner to make a quick dinner.
My housemate John got home earlier than normal, and we chatted while he made his dinner. Mostly small talk, work and general life stuff, like Christmas plans. John had family in upstate New York he'd visit but also didn't enjoy spending more than a couple of days there.
I told him about the Christmas card Mark gave me.
"For real?" John asked with a twinkle in his eye.
I nodded. "Pretty funny right?"
"Makes me feel like an inconsiderate top," John replied. He was getting in flirty mode, I recognized.
I flirted back. "What, you gonna get me a House Bottom gift?" I teased.
"Yeah, Powers, I'm gonna get you a House Bottom gift... just gotta go shopping tomorrow."
"I was just kidding, John," I said. He probably knew, but just in case...
"I'm not," he said. Blue eyes fixed on mine. The preppy dude was in heat, and I was too. He lowered his voice. "And it's not just because I wanna get in your hole tonight, Brian."
He was putting it out there. He saw my flint of hesitation and added, "I know I'm being greedy hitting you up twice in a week."
"I like you in greedy mode," I assured him. "Only..." I'd wanted this to be a surprise. "I was thinking tonight would be a blue band night."
John laughed. He had a sexy smile and laugh. "Wasn't sure we were gonna get another of those."
"Yeah, I wasn't sure either."
"OK if I get some one-on-one time with you first, Brian?" John asked. He still had on his button-down shirt from work, which still seemed neatly pressed at 7PM. As usual, I could make out the jacked muscle beneath.
"I'd like that," I said.
We were both giving heavy eye contact as we cleaned up and put the dishes in the dishwasher.
"You're sex on legs, you know, Powers."
I smiled. "You're fucking hot too, John... and when did you start calling me Powers?" To John I was always Brian.
He shrugged. "When you became House Bottom. That bug you?"
"It's all good," I assured him. "But I like that we have our own thing, you know?" This was being flirty, but threatening to cross into something more.
John was on the same page. "I like it too, Brian," he said softly, and he leaned into kiss me. Damn, John White could kiss. We made out softly, right there in the kitchen. We weren't supposed to do anything in the common areas, but none of the guys were around yet. So I went with it. And John slowly guided our kiss into something deeper, holding me and pulling my body to face him.
He had a sultry smile on his face when he pulled back. "Please tell me I can get this more than once a week after the holidays."
"I'd like that, John."
He gave me a very appreciative look and said, "I should let you get ready."
"Already done," I grinned.
"Fuck," John hissed and kissed me more deeply.
"My room?" I asked into his mouth as we barely broke the kiss.
We made our way back to my room and I watched John strip out of his work clothes as I took the blue band from my nightstand and placed it on my doorknob. I shut the door, leaving it cracked ajar.
Already he was lubing up his big cock and lying on the bed while I peeled off my clothes.
"You gonna take a lot of cock tonight, Powers?" he hissed.
I was turned on but yeah the self consciousness about slutting out was coming back now. "You're treating me like a porn star, John," I protested. I got up on the bed to join him, my hands more affectionately caressing his jacked body.
"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.
"I don't know, man... fuck."
His lips were on the side of my neck, kissing me with surprisingly soft kisses. "Just enjoy being our House Bottom tonight, Bri... I'll go soft on you when it's just us."
There was something so persuasive about John Harris, but it was also the feeling of that rockhard muscle, incongruously big for a nice guy like him. And I could feel that greased up heavy cock against my belly as John rolled us over and began humping and making out with me. He took his time, working me up and kissing down my body.
I lifted my legs. Rick Malone had John beat in sheet topping mojo, but John had become a better rimmer, the way he got into eating me out, and the way his tongue seemed to get longer as he prodded it inside me.
"Fuck, John," I hissed.
"The House Bottom in heat tonight?" he asked as he pulled back, his finger now pushing against my spit-wet ring.
This was a porny-side of John Harris I hadn't seen. I mean, I'd seen hints of it before, but the guy was really horny now.
"You like seeing me put out for the other guys," I observed, smiling as he leaned his body up into a kneeling position. That smooth muscle was amazing, big arms and power chest, but that thick prick was the real attention getter. Harris was rock hard and ready to fuck.
"I do, Bri... fuck!" he twisted his finger a little to push inside my hole. The spit wasn't enough lubrication, now that it was drying some, so he squirted a bunch of lube on his fingers and began working me open.
It could be his foreplay game was getting even better, but mostly I knew that John just was learning how to read me and my responses. I felt so alive and sexual looking up into his eyes as he grinned and slid two, then three fingers in and out.
"This ass is so amazing, Bri," he said softly. "I fucking love it."
Harris's smooth approach was getting me worked up. If he wanted me to be his bottom in heat, I could play along. "I want you to dick me deep, John.... Start with the biggest cock in the house."
"I'll do you last, too, Powers," he bragged as he got into place. The entry felt great. Once-a-week sessions with him and Kyle, plus the additional hookups with Rick, had my hole more relaxed and ready.
Again, those nagging doubts about whether I enjoyed getting fucked too much ran through my head, but within a second, John's thick tool pushed against then ran over my prostate. My dick jerked and I felt my body's tension relax.
"Yeah, man, I got you," John said. It was wild how his confidence had grown in the bedroom.
I reached up and ran my hands along his strong body and almost immediately felt him power all the way in. Then again. He'd applied enough lube to ease the way, and his hips were taking full advantage. It felt intense, but my dick stayed hard and I felt the aching feeling feed into pleasure inside my ass somehow. I had a mental image of Rick Malone and John both taking me, taking turns and making my ass sing.
It wasn't Malone who joined, of course. I heard Alex's distinct "bro" voice. "Damn," he said. It took a second, but I watched him appear beside the bed, naked and rock hard.
"Hey," John said, a shyness now sweeping over his face. They had their own dynamic as friends, housemates, and trainer-client. John and A had tagged teamed me that first time at the beach, but it had been a long time.
I watched Alex stepped to the side of the bed, that jacked ex-football build naked and that long dick hard.
"Doing good, little bro?" he asked with a wink.
I looked up excitedly, but A didn't give me much chance to respond. Already with one hand he was guiding my hand toward him, while his other hand pushed that long tool to my lips.
I went with it. A is easier to suck than Kyle or especially John, since despite his length he wasn't overly fat. I swallowed several inches eagerly.
"That's it, bro," A urged.
"FUCK!" John hissed. He loved watching this. I felt his fuck go into overdrive. Hard driving strokes pushed that thick cock in and out with deep plunges. It was all too much, and I felt my ass seize up and tears run around my cheek.
A was pushing in further, but I pressed back on his thighs and moaned around his cock in discomfort.
"John... ease up," I heard A say.
"Yeah," he hissed, clearly turned on like crazy. I felt his hips slow down to a glacial pace, in and out as he leaned down and kissed my neck. The shift in position had me wrap my legs around his waist, and that additional contact with John made the fuck feel great. A pulled back and let us go at it, and I took the opportunity to kiss John deep.
"Feel better?" he asked. But he already knew.
I nodded. "Yah." My prostate was singing now. I loved when John Harris got in power mode sometimes, but this slow approach felt amazing.
He grinned and nodded up. "Think Alex can have a turn?"
I nodded again.
John gave one more kiss then pulled back. Once that fat tool cleared the breach, I already missed it inside me. As it was, I watched with fixed attention on that big greased up dong, falling heavy then jerking up into a more standing position. Harris was hung enough that a full erection didn't always stand up right like other guys.
But already John was scooting in the bed and giving Alex his berth. That big bro dick was rigid and erect in comparison, and already A had slathered on some lube, which glistened in the lamp light.
Alex could be seductive, but already John had opened me up, so now he wasn't wasting time.
"Legs back, little bro," he urged, and as I pulled my thighs back, I felt that prick hard bore its way into my relaxed hole and slide right on in.
He tapped deep, but no deeper than John. It felt magnificent, especially seeing the excited look on his face. "I missed this bro hole," he gasped.
"Fuck me, big bro," I said back. I felt self-conscious doing the brother play with John there, but he'd witnessed it before.
"Tapping out deep, Powers," he grunted. He held just a second then started dicking me. Ramirez had his one speed and now that I was opened up, he was fucking me fast.
John's earlier fucking meant that it now felt incredible. I saw Harris's goofy smile as he watched.
"So hot, Bri..." he said.
I gave him a needy look, taking a second to watch A get his power top on. Alex had a lot of muscle and at times like that I felt it.
"Holy shit," I gasped. I couldn't believe this felt as good as it did, but somehow it did.
I looked back at John. I needed him to kiss me. He did, tongue snaking into my mouth as A drilled me.
When he pulled back he patted my chest. "Think you can suck me, Powers?"
I nodded and it wasn't until he knelt up on the bed to feed me his cock that I realized it had been in my ass and was still coated in some lube. I went for it, leaning in to lick the tip and take it into mouth. It was a first to me and felt wildly sexual. I sucked more of that thick meat as John fed it to me.
Between that power drilling and working that fat prick deeper into my throat the best I could, I was getting lost.
But I felt A stop his thrusts a second then slip out. I pulled off John and looked just in time to see my housemate Kyle there, scooting into the saddle where Alex just was.
"Damn, nothing better than House Bottom night," he said and pushed in. He didn't have John's finesse, nor Alex's hard speed. Kyle just loved to fuck at a speed that got his rocks off. Steady up until the final sprint before his orgasm.
"Fuck me, White," I urged.
This was turning into a full-on orgy. Kyle fucked while John and A took either side of me, urging me to alternate sucking them. After doing ass-to-mouth with John, I didn't balk with A. My ass was clean after all.
This didn't last too long. John's voice got more urgent. "Kyle... I gotta blast. OK if I go?"
Kyle nodded and eased out. John was almost rushing to get back inside me. It was back to our earlier position, my legs wrapped around his waist, his muscled body covering me tightly as we kissed and John pounded that big meat in and out. He grunted into the kiss, and I felt his hard body stiffen on top of me. I was getting my first load of the night.
He took a second to recover and slip out of me, giving my chest an appreciative pat. "You're the best, Powers," he said. My hole felt super wet when he slipped out.
Alex was next. Verbally and with his hands, he guided me onto all fours. I didn't always prefer doggy, but I welcomed the change in position to prevent the cramping in my legs and hips. I felt him behind me, his weight pushing down the mattress and his strong hands pulling my hips back in a total top move.
That long snake bore back into me. Deep and fast.
Kyle took his turn at my mouth, waving that sizable piece for service. It was my first spit roast, at least in that classic position which was easier to do than I expected. Slowly Kyle pumped my mouth, with a restraint I was grateful for. Just enough cock in my mouth to be a turn on, and just enough oral stimulation on his meat to keep him fluffed without nutting.
A wasn't holding back though. I moaned around White's cock as I felt that pile drive pace that signaled he was gonna nut.
"God damn, bro!" he hissed loudly. He was getting his release. "FUCK!"
"My turn," Kyle announced. I though John had maybe left after his orgasm, but he was watching from the side of the bed, still hard, still turned on.
"OK if I get beneath you, Bri?" he asked.
These guys were running the show, my mind was actually in a fog from the sexual overstimulation. I nodded and let John get back on the bed. His body felt amazing as I crawled on top of him. With a few seconds, Kyle was back in the saddle.
John and I kissed while Kyle fucked for his orgasm.
"So fuckin wet, Powers... Jesus..."
This was the slutty Brian Powers let out to play. I'd question it tomorrow, but it felt right then. I grunted into John's mouth and felt his hands caress my arm muscle. Somehow the stimulation - those hands, that kiss, Kyle pounding my butt nut, John's dick and abs against my own aching cock - pushed me to my first hands-free cum. I spurted between Johns' and my body, feeling a different kind of intensity. I gave it up hard and didn't even realize Kyle was nutting inside my ass until I felt him pull back and give my ass a light slap.
"Jesus, Brian... that was off the charts hot." I heard him say.
I saw a goofy grin on John's face as I pulled from our kiss. I turned back to see Kyle pick up his shorts and T-shirt off my bedroom floor. "Seriously," my housemate said. "Please tell me there's gonna be House Bottom night again."
I felt the relaxation of post-orgasm set in. "Yeah, I'm sure," I answered.
"All right," Kyle said. "You guys continuing?"
John caressed my arm again. "We're gonna enjoy the moment if that's OK, Kyle."
I could see White's suspicion. House Rule number 9 read, "No jealousy, no drama, no pushing boundaries." Maybe John and I were introducing some drama in the house with our affectionate closeness. Then again, it was Kyle's role not to be jealous.
He nodded now. "Yeah, sure. Have a good one." If he was judging us, it didn't show when he pulled the blue band off the doorknob and set it on the dresser before shutting the door.
John and I enjoyed some quiet make out time after Kyle left. I knew he was horny still, and hard, but he'd also gotten his rocks off that night so I assumed the urgency was gone.
"You're so fucking cute, Bri," he said softly, looking up at me with his brown eyes. I could see the lighter flecks in them now. And I don't know, John Harris had really fucking nice skin. Manly yet well taken care of. It was a weird thing to notice.
"You too, John."
"I don't have a shot at you, do I?" he asked. His face had some concern, but he hid that with his soft smile.
"You make me sound like a dick."
He winced a little at that. "It's not that, Bri... but... you know you're the hottest guy in the city, right?"
I didn't want to be conceited but I nodded in a way that suggested I knew my worth.
"Sorry if I went too far," Harris said.
I ran my hand along his chest and kind of leaned my head into the crook of his neck.
"Nah, you're good, John. I dunno. I love my time with you. Maybe I'm just looking for the impossible in a boyfriend." There was definitely chemistry with John White, but I also knew we weren't really good boyfriend material for each other. Our personalities didn't meld, and we had very different interests.
He patted my arm. "You deserve the impossible, Bri. For real."
I felt crazy emotional now. I'd gone from being the cumdump in a Frat House gangbang to navigating the landmine of a friend and fuckbuddy who had romantic feelings for me. I leaned up and John kissed me. It was reassuring in a way.
"You lost your hardon," I finally observed.
"Yeah," he said wistfully. "You're pretty fucked out anyway. We went hard on you."
"It was fun," I replied. "I love that you guys don't judge me."
"Never," he smiled. His brown eyes seemed to take in my face, every inch, before he added. "Maybe I should go to my room and let you get some rest."
He was angling to see if I wanted to spend the night with him, but I needed some space. "Yeah, I feel pretty beat."
"You're a trooper, Powers," he said. Slipping back into the House Top performance that Harris seemed to think was expected. He slipped out of my bed and got dressed. Eyes were on me.
"If I don't see you before then, have a great Christmas."
I lay back in bed on my back, naked and displayed for John's gaze. I was a mess and would need to shower off. "You, too, John."
He stepped back for one last kiss. Soft and sensual. "Good night."
****
Things were a little awkward the next day. I think A was upset at how much he enjoyed his hall pass from Rob and was now keeping a guarded distance from me. Kyle was in his smirking mode, which I got but made me feel cheap. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this House Bottom business.
At least it was the day before Christmas Eve and work was slower and there was a more festival feeling around the office. I looked forward to a few days off. Going home would be a nice change of scenery too.
By the end of the day, I was feeling more normal. My buddy Zach was heading home the next morning, but we hit the gym together and said we'd hang out over New Years.
That evening was almost a repeat of the night before. Me having dinner in the kitchen, and John coming in. This time, he was changed into his more casual preppy look. Button-down shirt, thick wool sweater, hair gelled in place.
He had an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry if I crossed some lines last night, Brian," he said.
"We're good, John," I assured him.
He nodded. "Thanks. Well... I'm about to head off."
"When do you come back?"
"The 29th," he said. "Day after you." He smirked and pulled his backpack off his shoulder and pulled out a present and a card. "The card is from all of us. I'd rather you not open the present until Christmas."
"Wow," I said. "I don't really have anything..." I felt bad.
"We just wanted to get you something."
I took the card and opened the envelope. Looking up, I had to tease. "Did Mark set the bar?"
John laughed. "Something like that." He watched attentively, waiting for my reaction.
The card was signed by all three, Kyle, A, and John. "To the most amazing House Bottom and an amazing man. Merry Christmas." In there was a gift card printout to an online sex shop. I was touched, but also had to laugh.
"We were going to get you a dildo but figured you could pick out your own toy."
"Never used one," I said. "But I'm sure it will be fun."
"Merry Christmas, Bri."
"Thanks. You too. For real, I appreciate you guys."
John stepped up and kissed me.
"Safe travels tomorrow."
"Thanks."
***
I didn't see Kyle or A that night or the next morning but sent them a text to thank them for the card and gift.
I decided not to take John's gift back home with me. So after I got off work midday, I came home and before I packed up, I took the box in hand. The box was neatly wrapped, so neat that I had to realize just how different personalities John Harris and I were.
But I was surprised to see a neatly folded vintage jersey from the hockey team I followed. It was very John but also very me. I folded it back and placed it on my dresser. It was a sweet, thoughtful gift. I'd text him tomorrow.
The drive back sucked with the traffic. It gave me a lot of time to think about what I wanted out of men. Sexually, romantically, and as friends. I could see it wasn't good to mix those like I did, but I also enjoyed the connections with all the guys in my life. I almost talked myself into going on a date with John Harris. The sex was great, and he had a romantic way in bed that won me over. The guy was clearly falling for me, maybe had already fully. And yet, something about that idea felt like settling. I felt bad for thinking that because Harris was a hot guy and a good catch. Just maybe not Mr. Right for me.
I reflected over how the House Bottom thing had developed. My misgivings were abating then, and I realized I'd enjoyed putting out for those guys. The sex pushed my comfort zone in just the right way, and I grew hard as I drove, just reliving the group sex. I'd find a way to make it happen again before too long.
When I pulled into the driveway of my childhood home, it was dark. I turned off the car and undid the seatbelt. Only when I checked my phone did I see my text messages. A safe travels one from Zach. A thank you text from Kyle to thank me for the hot time the other night. And the third was from Rick Malone.
"Hey Brian. Sorry, I've been caught up in family and work stuff. But I hope you have a great Christmas. Talk to you in the new year. xoxo Rick."
That text made me perk up more than it should. I shook my head. Alone in the car, I said aloud, "Brian, you're a fucking mess." I laughed and opened the door, ready to get my family time face on.
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