The Secret Apartment

"So you are really tying the knot? For real?“

William laid on the bed and the room swirled slowly around him. His cock was not as hard as before. It now rested over his stomach as he watched the painting on the ceiling, finding the small ruptures on it. He turned and looked at Cary. He was completely naked too, resting with a cigarette in one hand, a glass of wine dangerously resting against his chest.

"I told you... I don't know. Miss Sally and Elaine are full of plans, but I am not sure.“

"You mean you don't want to, but your daddy does. And that's enough reason to get yourself into that kind of trouble.“ Cary blew the smoke over him and William simply turned his eyes away, shrugging.

He had in mind to not think of that during the night. He wanted to let go of those thoughts. But oh boy, were they hard to get rid of? Sally was always in his head then. It would sound like love, but it wasn't. It was the kind of worry that turned a man's hair white. Or worse, it made it fall.

"As Georgie said, eventually we will all have to grow up.“

"Not me. Not like this.“ Cary drank some wine and put the glass down again. "But I am excused, ain't I? I'm a Broadway freak.“ There was hardly any resentment on his voice. If William would have to choose a better word to describe his friend's statement, that word would have been pride.

And William envied Cary for it. The amount of freedom he had reached. Enough not to care about anyone's side-eye. But they were very different, Cary and him. He rolled to his side, resting on one elbow to look better at his friend. His soft cock limped over his tight. Cary too was soft now. It was already over 10 p.m., he figured. Outside, the rain had started to fall. It was not strong, but it made them feel even more isolated from the world. At least for William.

"Sally is a baby.“

"As if that makes any difference for you, Will.“ Cary scoffed.

"But it does!“ He tried to sound affirmative, but he doubted his own words. William remembered how his father once told him that he and his mother started sleeping in separate rooms when he was still a teenager. He remembered the event. But he still couldn't figure out its real causes. Somehow, they eluded him. He was too worried about his own issues, jerking off every night after having stolen the underwear of another boy from his school. „It does!“

"Yeah, yeah. Of course.“ Cary patted the cigarette on an empty glass before putting it back between his lips. "If I were you, I would keep bringing up excuses. That's what boys do, you know? They pretend they don't want to get married until it is too late. It adds some mystery to your cause.“

"And how would you know what boys like to do, hm?“ William's mouth curved into a devilish smile as he stared at Cary. His tone was light, not confrontational. Everything was enough material to make a joke out of it. And Cary knew. And laughed at it.

"For your information, old daddy, I happen to know a lot of boys. A whole gang of 'em.“ He scoffed, shaking his hand, turning his wrist, just like a Hollywood diva. „And they all whisper to me all kinds of secrets.“

"So you are quite hip.“

"Indeed I am.“ Cary let out a burst of laughter, hitting William's shoulder with his free hand.

William laughed with him. He liked Cary's attitude. All of it. He remembered their younger years when Cary spoke rough and was always ready to show off some. It was different in those days. He was still the one stealing the spotlight. But like a butch, the manliest of them all. Not anymore. Not like one of those boys. He was always gay, always ready to give a quick smile, a feminine touch in the world of testosterone they closed each other in. In the beginning, it had pissed Georgie off.

"I love you, Cary.“ William leaned in and kissed his friend's mouth. A peck that they were used to do. „I love you all.“

"I know, babe.“ Cary's finger followed the line of William's jaw. He closed his eyes and let himself be touched. "We will be with you, hm? We will be there to catch you.“

William knew that. He was sure of it like he was sure the sun would be in the sky tomorrow. They would be there for him like he had been there for them whenever they went through something new.  It came without saying, even though they had all been saying that a lot recently. As if it was time to reaffirm, after all these years, that it would be true in the end. Or as if they were expecting that the end was near. William shook the thought away and opened his eyes. And another smile.

"Do you think Stuart and Georgie...?“

He didn't complete the sentence. From Cary's face, his friend had understood.

"They better. It's already past ten. We all know Georgie is slow, but he can't be that much of a cube.“ Cary took his glass and put it on the floor before stretching over the bed as a cat would.

William watched it in delight. A man's body had always attracted his full attention. Sometimes, if he let his mind wander during the day, he would catch himself staring at random men's bulges. Their necks also attracted him somehow. On Summer, he liked to admire their arms. And on especially hot days, their armpits. He longed for the scents men produced. His eyes went from Cary's cock to his abs, his chest, his brown nipples.

"What are you queens going on about?“ Mitch entered the room, shirtless.

As imagined, at some point in the night, they would all be in some kind of undressing. Mitch's muscles pumped out. His chest was large, covered by a dark, well-taken care fur. His nipples were small and perked, pointing up with dark hair circling it. And his armpits were also hairy. It made William's cock start again.

Mitch had also taken his shoes off. He sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs and watching the two of them.

"And what are you doing with pants on?“ Cary asked. He was laying on his back, looking over at Mitch with his head upside down.

"Some of us have to show some respect.“ Mitch said with a teasing smirk.

"And who voted on you to do that had what in their tiny brains, cat?“

The three of them laughed together. William laid on his belly, his bare ass poking up. He raised his feet up, tangling them while resting his chin on his hands, looking at Mitch. Despite his devotion to Fred, William could easily admit that Mitch was the most handsome between them. There was something about him that grew better with each new passing year. And that beard made things happen. He was hot from head to toes. Even when he was dressed.

"You are seriously going to be dressed all night?“

"I already took my shirt off.“ Mitch protested with a smirk. "Besides, y'all have already seen, touched, and done even more to what I have here.“ His hands pressed the volume on his crotch and William felt a rush on his own body, his cock getting alive under his belly. And by the way, Cary giggled, he was sure he was feeling the same.

"Pretty please.“ Cary purred, one hand reaching to touch Mitch.

"You two are the worse, you know?“

"Yeah, yeah. You say that but here we are, talking like old queens while the others are necking each other in the living room.“ Cary rolled on the bed, one hand going over William's back as they both laid close together with their ass showing. And Mitch was looking at them as if he had just entered one of the fancy bakeries uptown.

"No necking. Just talkin'.“ He raised his hand as if to prove his innocence. "I can't say that 'bout Georgie though. The man took the pup to himself and disappear.“

"He did what?“ William jumped on the bed, kneeling with a devious grin painting his face. "That old bastard. Where's he?“

"I don't know. I thought they had come here.“

"So you followed, looking for action or...?“ Cary bit his lower lip, teasing. The words were not spoken, but all of them understood what he implied.

"Don't be mean.“ Mitch grinned at Cary.

"Take your pants off and I might try.“

"But where are they?“ William interrupted, standing up and looking around as if he would spot Georgie and Stuart just there in the corner. "That boy is head over heels for Georgie. I tell ya.“

"How'd you know?“ Mitch asked, too fast.

"He told me. Georgie is, like, the pup's dreamboat.“

Cary chuckled. "Really?“

"He told me after I caught him giving ol' Georgie the eye." William shrugged. "Like, eating him up during dinner. I know that look. So I threw the bait and the boy bit it. We went out one night and I told him to be honest, that I would help him. And he just threw it all. Apparently, all it took was a tennis match between them on a hot summer day.“

"Oh, young love.“ Cary rolled on the bed, one hand over his heart, swooning in a theatrical way. "How I miss it.“

"Yeah, yeah. The boy even went on to get a good sniff out of ol' Georgie's underwear.“

Mitch and Cary laughed at that. Not judgementally though. They had all been there and done that. At least, William had. It had turned into such a usual thing for him during his teenage years that he never let go. Even today, when he hit the club, the locker room was his place of fun.

"Now, now. I'm curious to see how's Georgie taking it.“

"Good." Mitch crossed his arms over his chest. "Believe me. The boy's clothes are all in the living room. And by the way, they were kissing, I'd say there's a good chance they are already banging.“

"Should we...?“ Cary sat on the bed and with two fingers, made a movement as if the fingers were legs, walking.

Mitch shrugged while William nodded vehemently. They all got up but before leaving the room, Cary stopped and pointed his finger to Mitch. "Now listen to me, Mr. O'Connell. That's my house you're playin' in. And so, by my rules, you are to take off these damn pants. Before we leave.“

Mitch snorted, shrugging and quickly unzipping it. "Yes, ma'am.“

William's eyes had been attracted by the noise of the zipper. They watched as Mitch pulled the pants down, with his white underwear, freeing it all at once. His cock was half-awake, hanging over a heavy sac right under a trimmed bush of black pubes. Mitch was rather hairy. And William remembered well that it also applied to his perky ass, all covered in dark fur, with his warm hole hidden somewhere in the middle.

"Better.“ Cary said as they left the room.

William followed Cary up close. Their first stop was back in the living room, just to make sure. Cary entered and with a loud voice, announced their presence. "Don't mind us, boys. We're here for the booze.“ He got a bottle of wine and turned to where Anton and Freddy sat. They were both talking by the window, smoking, and chuckling like a young couple in love. 

William envied Anton. He had tried that with Freddy, but Freddy's lifestyle had proven to be too much for William, despite all of his jokes and raunchy tales. Fred was always lit up and William couldn't keep up. And despite Fred's love, it was not... all. He was like a younger brother. Fred protected and treated him as such. But not a lover. Not like Anton. He smiled at the two of them, wondering what would he have to do to be Anton. He measured the black man from head to toes, dressed in his old gray pants, leaning against the wall with not a care in his face.

Anton caught his eyes and smiled at him, nodding a bit. William looked away immediately like a kid caught staring with big eyes at a candy shop.

"Freddy, dear, can you put some music on. Silence makes me blue when I'm drunk.“ Cary moaned with one of the bottles in hand, already leaving the room. "A thrilling one. We are on a mission to find our dear Georgie now.“

Mitch shrugged at Fred's questioning look and left right after Cary. William followed on without saying much. Cary stopped by the kitchen's closed door. The hall was dark and slightly cold. The carpet against his feet was not as soft as the one in the living room. He waited with his glass up.

"Fill'em up.“

"What are doing? Getting cookies?“ William snorted before Cary put a finger over his own lips, shushing him.

"This door was open last time I checked.“

"Oh.“

"Oh.“ Mitch agreed, opening the door without ceremony. "Georgie, my friend, what's buzzin'?“

Cary followed in and William got right after. The kitchen was a small room. By the side of the door, a small, metallic table with two chairs had all sorts of snacks ready to go. In front of it, a small oven, a wardrobe on the corner, and a sink. Against which, Georgie leaned, fingers gripping the edge, his white shirt open all the way, showing his chest and his developing straight-type man belly. Small, charming. It was sort of hot. A bit of hair ran all over his chest and belly and his pits were just as William remembered them. Black, full of hair. His cock was fully hard in a moment, especially as he saw that Stuart was on his knees on the cold floor, one hand beating his hard cock while he slurped on Georgie's big dick.

The boy was startled and moved to look at them, cheeks completely red, open lips wet and a bit swollen. A perfect sight. "Mr. Davis?“ The boy's eyes fell upon him, the one on the corner, far away from the other party invaders.

"Son?“ Georgie's voice had taken a demanding tone. One that all there knew damn well. William too. "Did I tell you to stop sucking my cock?“

Stuart looked up at him and shook his head before putting plumpy lips around the older man's cockhead.

"That's the old Georgie I remember.“ Mitch had sat down on one of the chairs. He was stroking his cock slowly, watching the action. "Taking the best prize to another room to have his way.“ He winked at his ex-lover with a smirk on his face. His cock grew hard, straight and veins popped out. His cock was big and stood proud with no hesitation. It had a pink-ish tip, wet with precum. William was not the only one staring. As if he had no other option, Cary got on his knees too.

"Do you mind?“ He asked with a whisper, crawling on all fours to get himself between Mitch's hairy legs. He put a hand on the heavy balls before licking the precum out of the head. "Hmmmm.“ He moaned before locking his lips around the head, sucking hard. So hard his cheeks were hollowing.

William started stroking too, standing by the door while he watched. His eyes didn't miss any detail. Cary soon was taking all in his mouth, burying his nose on those dark pubes, eyes closed as he concentrated on pleasing. But Mitch was looking forward. He had Georgie's gaze on him and he paid it back in return as if a private message was being mentally sent. The two men had their cocks in other men's mouths and still, they looked at each other like that.

William followed Mitch's gaze and when he looked at Georgie, his friend looked back at him. He lifted his right arm up, exposing his hairy armpits. The shirt he wore didn't allow a full view, but William recognized an invitation when he saw one. He moved closer, pulling the shirt back until that right arm was free of it.

"Take a sniff, Willy.“

William nodded, looking at Georgie's face as if his oldest friend had offered him the gift he had been waiting to get on Christmas. And he moved his face closer. The scent hit him immediately. The perfume he used barely hid the notes of sweat he had there. His nose ticked with the hair that caressed it. He pressed his face on that armpit and breathed in hard. All of that smell entering his body, his lungs, his mind.

He could hear the moans coming up and from behind him, but he didn't care. Under an armpit like that, William could as damn well forget the world he lived in. He sniffed and licked until it was clean of sweat and drenched in his own saliva. It made Georgie moan harder. He had only stopped when Georgie pulled his hair. He could feel his own face wet as he stared at Georgie. Georgie who was always so bossy but never looked as dominant as when he had a man in his arms to fuck and use.

"Thanks.“ William drunkenly said.

"My cock now. You had told me you asked a kiss from Stuart. That's your chance. Kiss him with my cock on his lips.“ Georgie grinned and pulled William down until he knelt and looked at inch by inch of his friend's thick girth materializing out of Stuart's mouth.

The boy smiled shyly at his companion, holding the cock by the base and offering it to William. "Here it is, Mr. Davis.“

Fuck, that was sweet. Maintaining that eye contact, William took the cock in his mouth. Georgie was thick. Not so long, but thick. The thickest. He had always let William with pain on his jaws when he needed a cocksucker. And yet, William never complained. He took it happily. He took it until he could sniff the dark pubes that were around that beautiful dick. Its smell was as good as the taste he got in his mouth.

William felt Stuart's cheek touching his cheek as the boy started to take care of Georgie's balls and crotch. He could hear the licking and slurping sounds coming from the pup's mouth. Down next to the floor, he reached and found Stuart's cock. And he was damn impressed. The boy felt big between his fingers. He opened his eyes in surprise when Stuart looked at him grinning.

With one hand stroking a cock and his mouth taking care of another, William felt in heaven. It was the sort of thrills to be expected when they met. It was the kind of thrills he could live his life on. He could still remember, every time he sucked on Georgie's cock, that that was the first cock he had ever put his mouth on. It had been a strange, awkward time. They were both ready to leave for college and the summer night that hung over them was oppressing. They were almost naked on the grass and the sun had not yet gone, despite being so late.

"Did you ever have your cock sucked, Georgie?“ He asked meekly. He had been thinking about it for ages now. He had started thinking when he was young and one underwear hung on the locker room of their college. He sniffed and got a hard-on. And from that day on, he was jerking off thinking of men. Always of men. Even when he kissed girls, it was of men he thought.

"No.“ Georgie's response was abrupt. "Have you?“

"No.“

They laid in silence for a moment longer, his heart beating as if it wanted to come out of his chest. He thought. And re-thought. And he saw the scenes displaying in his head. The possible futures. He had thought to just go for it, but a hand on Georgie's cock and see where that would lead them. He was not sure, but he thought that Georgie quite often had checked other boy's junk. And yet... laying there on the green grass, he could not bring himself to do it. As another layer, the silence fell upon him, heavier than the wet warmth.

"Do you want to suck mine?“ George asked by his side.

"Yeah.“

Georgie didn't say anything anymore. He pulled his cock out. It was rock hard. And is if he had always known what to do as if that was written in some part of his brain, William got to it, mouthing it as much as he could, taking as many inches he was allowed too. Georgie's thick girth had a strong smell. They had been around all day and it was a hot day of Summer. It was also way more furrier than his own cock. William liked it immediately. The smell on that hairy crotch lifted him to Heaven and beyond.

When George came, William swallowed.

He backed off of Georgie's cock in the kitchen and Stuart was quick to take it too. Taking a moment to breathe, William spied over his shoulder. He could see Cary's hole between his exposed, open cheeks as he continued to suck on Mitch's dick. And Mitch still looked at Georgie as if that was the only place to stare at.

"Kiss him.“ Georgie said. William looked up and then at Stuart who was eagerly licking that red, swollen tip.

He locked his lips with Stuart as his friend demanded and their tongues swirled and fought with that cock between them. When he moved, Stuart followed. And together they licked and kissed and worshiped every inch of girth at their disposal.

"Boys.“ Fred's voice came from somewhere above them. He entered the kitchen too and he heard a sound of a zipper being opened until between his and Stuart's face, another cock appeared. Hard and uncut, Freddy's had hair the color of his blond hair. It was long and had a big mushroom head hidden by the skin. It had been the first uncut cock William had ever sucked.

"Freddy.“ George said, reaching forward to touch his friend nipple, pinching it hard. Georgie's hands were always rough, no matter how tender he tried to be. But it made Fred moan.

William skipped George's cock, leaving it to Stuart as he got his mouth around half the inches of Freddy's. He loved to please a handsome man. By his side, another man appeared. Anton still had his pants on too. He had a hand over Freddy's shoulder. With his mouth full, William looked up, paying attention. He could barely hear the whispers, but he watched as the two exchanged a meaningful look.

"Go for it, love.“ Fred finally said. And William saw Anton nodding, leaving their group and going for the other. As he moved away, he disappeared from William's field of vision. Curiosity would take the best of him if it wasn't for Fred's touch on the back of his head and his hips pushing forward, forcing more cock down William's throat. William reached forwards, hands grabbing Freddy's ass cheeks still covered by tight trousers. His fingers dug on them nonetheless as he forced the last remaining inches deep in. With his nose buried on Freddy's crotch, it was time to enjoy the musky that came with it. Strong, as always. And William's favorite smell. He groaned, rolling his eyes back with the balls forced against his chin.

He backed away and a line of spit connected him to that beloved dick. He felt someone patting him on the shoulder and when he looked, Stuart was once more offering him George's cock. So they exchanged. And this time, that thick girth was all his. He changed without a second thought. It was as if the cock's scent had hit his brain. And now it was on. A feral side of him, a more natural one, took over, from head to toes. His fingers gripped George's naked tights and he started bobbing his head, sucking on that dick as only a professional prostitute would. The thought amused him as he knelt on that kitchen floor side by side with a twenty-year-old young man with the same appetite.

Fred took a step closer to George so their cocks were now side by side between William and Stuart. The two of them made their best. Hands massaging balls, holding one or another cock so the other could take it. On top of them, the two men moved in and out of warm, lustful kisses. Their tongues fighting as they pressed their waists forward, fucking deep into the cocksuckers' mouths.

William backed away a moment. He breathed in deep. He was warm all over, sweat appearing on his forehead as his chest moved up and down. Stuart had not stopped yet. He held the two cocks together as if the tip of one was kissing the tip of another. And over them the red tongue of the pup licked and served, licked and served.

He turned to the side. Mitch had stood up. On one side, Cary sucked his cock, making it disappear completely between his lips. On the other side, Anton's face was gone between those hairy cheeks. William saw the man's long fingers grabbing that thick hairy ass, spreading the cheeks so he could slurp and lick the hole hidden on that crack.

William chuckled, happy to be there. To live in that apartment that visited his wildest dreams at night. For once, Sally was just a thought he used to have. He belonged to the world of Men, and that world opened itself to him. Cock, ass, musk, hair, nipples, and muscles. Looking up, he saw Freddy smiling down at him.

"Come lick this up, Willy.“ He had lifted his arm, exposing the hairy armpit. By now, they all knew what rocked his boat and they were all willing to offer it to William. Happily. He got up to his feet again, burying his face on that bush the color of straws. Soon he felt Stuart's mouth on his cock too. He gasped against that pit, smelling the musk, the sweat and all. He grabbed Freddy's chest, holding himself to it tightly as if any wind could take him away from that dream.

When he finally back away, he was drunk on that musk. He smiled like a drunken fool, looking at Fred as if he saw him there, handsome as never before.

"You like that, don'cha?“

William nodded, happy as a puppy with a new toy. Fred passed an arm around his waist, pulling him closer, pulling him into a kiss. A kiss that William took in his mouth, feeling the rush all over his body. He put a hand over Fred's chest and felt his heart beating fast. This felt like a dream. A dream that ended too damn soon. Their lips broke apart and their bodies moved away. Still, he could feel Fred's hand on his lower back.

"I can taste myself in your lips.“

William nodded, smiling like a damn fool. He felt Georgie's hand reaching for his ass now, thick fingers on his crack. He looked at George, who had a dirty smirk hanging on his face. Fred was pulling Stuart up, the pup had never stopped sucking dick, and now, upon his feet, his face was red, his lips wet in his own saliva and in other men precum. He had one of Fred's hands on his lower back too and Fred pulled them all together in a small circle, their smiling faces coming closer until they were all kissing each other. Their tongues meeting, fighting and demanding for one than another's attention. On any other day, William would have blushed to these kinds of memories. He felt a bit guilty of it all. He would feel it later, tomorrow morning. But now his hands reached for cocks. He held Georgie's and he held Freddy's as he kept his eyes closed, moving his head to keep that kiss going.

It ended with Fred stepping out of the group, shaking his head with a smile. "Damn boys.“

By his side, Anton stood up, licking his lips and passing an arm around him. Freddy turned and they kissed. A deep one, with tongue. William's cock throbbed again. And as if it had been a bell or a sign, Freddy opened his eyes during the kiss and looked at him. William stood there like a boy waiting for his turn to be chosen for one of the sports teams in school. And Fred seemed to get that, to his own shame. It was a feeling that lasted seconds though. His friend raised Anton's arm up. William moved in, one hand at each warm body at his disposal, this time burying his nose into another pit. He smelt the warm scent coming from Anton's body and he let out a purr. A happy moan. Anton gasped into his kiss with Freddy.

And William sniffed and licked. And truth was, he could do that all night long.