The True Self

Simon

Simon was sitting at his desk still surprised by no longer having high school assignments. He looked at his laptop, the black pencil cup with an assortment of pens, and the composition notebooks that had blank clean pages still in them. He had graduated three days before and laying to the left side of his desk, the black document cover with the name of his high school in gold on the front, and he pushed it over a bit, picturing the diploma inside it. He graduated from the private school his parents spent a fortune for him to attend and come fall he would be college freshman. It had seemed such an important milestone, but after three days at home, he began to wonder about it. It was a steppingstone to college, and it would be that degree that would get him his first job. Something his father pointed out often over the last few months.

A car door slammed, and he leaned to the window at his desk, looking down at the drive apron to their garage seeing only his BRZ, then over to the drive at the Thomas home. A grey Ford SUV was back in the drive, Simon thought it was an Escape, but he wasn’t sure. But he was sure it belonged to Avery Thomas. Twenty-one years old, tall muscular build with short dark hair, and a student at University of Georgia. Simon knew Avery had to be a senior come fall, for he was three years older.

The age difference and going to different schools, Avery to the public school and he to a small private school, made them friendly to each other but never friends. Simon knew he had been viewed as the kid next door, never old enough to hang out with Avery and his friends. It was something Simon had felt frustrated by and yet, at times, glad about the distance between them. He was not out to his parents, only to a few close friends, and he struggled to maintain his secret. Avery was one that tested him, made him struggle with his desires, for that tall dark-haired jock was attractive. He wanted to flirt with him but just knew Avery would beat the shit out of him if he made a pass. That was what jocks did to gay boys. He had read all about the gay bashing by big dumb jocks.

He sat back and slowly spun around in his desk chair until facing the mirror across the room. He looked at the boy in it. Black hair, dark brown eyes, and a nice, tanned skin tone because of the genes from his mother’s side of the family. His grandmother was from Spain, who married his American grandfather, who met her while in Europe during his military years. He pictured his body, how those genes gave him a smooth tanned tone and a cock and balls that were darker, and he was uncut, something unusual compared to the other boys in his private school. He knew he was attractive, for girls had flirted with him constantly. But he worried if he was attractive in a way that would be attractive to other guys, or whether he would be viewed as too skinny, too young looking, and maybe, in some unknown manner, a bit too feminine. Or maybe he was just being paranoid after having to endure the private school that would have never been supportive to anyone who was LGBTQ. He looked at his reflection seeing someone who appeared different from the last four years. The hair was cut shorter, no longer hanging over his forehead and ears. He had it cut right before graduation, desperate for a change. He ran his hand over his head, feeling the shortness that still seemed odd.

He was different and yet, still the same gay boy who longed for another.

 

Avery

Avery stood at the refrigerator holding the door open trying to decide what he wanted. A soda, or maybe some of the left-over chicken, or maybe a sandwich, then he looked back at the sodas, pulling one out. He sat at the island sipping it as he considered what he could do over the summer, his last one before graduating college. Weekend after next he was going to a cabin in the mountains with his two closest friends. He looked forward to it, because they had not done anything together since last summer.

He looked out the window that let him see the neighbors drive where the blue Subaru BRZ sat. It was a nice two-seater, a true sports car, and he couldn’t believe it belonged to the kid next door. Simon Edwards was a kid, or he had always viewed him as such.

When the car showed up a week ago Avery had stood next to his Escape looking on jealously and with envy. It was a used car, but still, it was so much better than his older Ford. A sexy little two-seater, and it belonged to Simon Edwards. He pictured the long-haired skinny kid and had to admit he was cute; no doubt the girls flirted with him. At that private, and far too religious, school, Simon was probably a bit of an exotic, with the dark skin and black hair. He bet the kid was even uncut, and he chuckled at the thought, then tried to picture Simon naked. He had seen him grow up, become average in height, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t make that boy become a man. The best he could do was picture Simon at fourteen on that red BMX bike.

Then he considered what made a man, and his pictured his two friends. Brodie was about five foot eight with an average build, but there was something about him that was so masculine. Maybe it was the full beard that was kept trimmed close, or maybe it was the glasses he wore that made him look serious, an intellectual. Or it might be the way he dressed, always neat, never wearing anything frayed or ripped or faded, knowing it would wipe out his own wardrobe if he threw out everything that was that way. Then there was Mason. The fuck was over six foot four with one of those lean muscular builds and the blonde hair and blue eyes that made him an All-American, on their basketball team and in life. The way girls flirted with him was so intense as to be hilarious. In other words, everything that kid next door was not.

 

Simon

The sun shined into his room, and he rolled over to his back and stretched, knowing he needed to get out of bed. He had nothing to do, but he could not lay in bed any longer. He sat up, listening to the quietness. His parents were home, but he couldn’t hear them stirring around in the house. Maybe they had gone shopping. He climbed to his feet and stumbled into his bathroom.

Teeth brushed, deodorant and a spray of cologne, he came out and dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt that looked good with his skin tone and hair color. He slipped on his black sneakers and headed down. In the kitchen he saw his mom in the backyard sitting under the gazebo reading. He picked up his car keys and headed to the garage.

Simon found his dad in the garage doing some maintenance on his road bike, the front wheel laying to the side and the bike clamped down upside down to work on the gears.

“I’m going to ride into town,” said Simon.

“Into town? Or out in the countryside,” said his dad.

Simon blushed, knowing he really did want to just go driving around.

“Take off. You need to get out of the house.”

Simon saw the knowing smile and he smiled back, then headed to his car, the little sports car that was still exciting by its newest to him. He stepped out into the sunshine and walked to the driver’s door.

“That’s a nice car.”

Simon turned to the voice and saw Avery standing at the open door of the garage. He tried not to do it, but his eyes scanned up and down the jock. The ripped T-shirt stretched tight across the chest and frayed jeans that bulged seductively at the crotch. Then he looked up, seeing Avery waiting for a response.

“Huh…thanks Avery.”

“You’ve finished high school.”

It was stated as fact and Simon wondered what Avery, someone who had rarely spoken to him in the past, was getting at.

“Yeah…no more high school,” Simon replied.

“I guess you’ll enjoy the summer before college.”

“Maybe,” Simon uttered.

“Maybe? Sounds like you’ve not made any plans.”

“The family will go on a vacation next month.”

“What about you doing something for yourself?”

“No, not really.”

Avery stared at him, and he nodded his head and turned to get into his car.

“Hey, Simon, what are you doing weekend after next?”

Simon turned back to Avery. “Nothing.”

“You want to go to the mountains? Three of us are going up to this cabin in North Carolina for a week. You want to make it four?”

“I-I-I don’t—”

“I think that is great idea. Simon you should go,” said Simon’s dad coming out of the garage. He turned to Avery. “What would he need to bring?”

“A pillow, change of clothes, and his toiletries. We’ll grab food on the way up,” said Avery, then he looked over at Simon. “It’s a plan.”

Simon looked at his dad, then back to Avery. He was going to the mountains with Avery. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it. On one hand he would get to do something, on the other, it was Avery, whose motives he was questioning. Then there was the fact he found Avery attractive and to be found out in some cabin would be disastrous.  

 

Avery

He watched Simon drive away, then waved to Simon’s dad before going back inside. He smiled, then laughed, because he couldn’t believe that boy was going to go with them to the cabin. Simon Edwards, that lean dark skinned boy, was going to spend a week with Mason, Brodie, and him. Why did he invite Simon he couldn’t say or didn’t want to. He went into the kitchen where his mother was stirring around.

“What’s so funny?” she asked as he sat at the island.

“Nothing really, it’s just…Simon Edwards will be going with us to the cabin.”

“What? You invited him to go? He’s a kid.”

“He just graduated high school.”

“Really? Is he that old?”

“Yes, mother, he’s three years younger than me.”

“And his parents are okay with it?”

“His father is the one who said he should go.”

“Well, you boys better not mess with him.”

“We won’t hurt him, I promise,” said Avery as he contemplated what the week could be like with eighteen-year-old Simon Edwards with them, as he adjusted his cock.

 

Simon

Simon was in the back seat behind Mason, the seat so far back, it touched his knees. He glanced to his left where Brodie sat tapping his knee in beat with the Artic Monkeys playing over the sound system. Behind the wheel, Avery was driving Mason’s Yukon, a SUV large enough for the four of them and all their stuff. They had just left the city limits and were about to get on the Interstate. He looked at the car repair shops, the nursery, and other businesses that sat just out of the city, then out of the windshield he saw the overpass. Simon slowed to swing on the on-ramp, then accelerated smartly until they merged into the right lane.

Simon felt anxious, like it had been a mistake to go with Avery and his friends. He knew little about them, all of them having gone through the public school. He was the outsider of their little group and the youngest, one Avery no doubt still considered a little kid if the truth was known. He looked at the blonde head in front of him, for when he looked forward it was all he could see. Mason Hickman was six foot four and no doubt now over one hundred ninety pounds as his old basketball program from their high school had in it. Simon felt somewhat foolish looking for him and the others in their old high school paraphernalia that was online. But he needed something on them, some aspects of their person. He even found their social pages, disappointed to find very little posted over the last three years. He considered Mason’s physical nature. The tall lean body, muscular like a runner, then the aspects he knew drew the looks and flirtations from women. Blonde hair, thick and wavy, and blue eyes, and a tanned skin tone that made the white tank top appear to glow against the skin. Fuck, he’s hot, Simon admitted to himself, wondering if he could get him alone and…do what? He knew he would not try anything with Mason, or the other two.

“Mason, skip this song. I hate it,” said Brodie.

Mason reached for the monitor and skipped the song playing. Kings of Leon came on and Brodie smiled. “Much better.”

“Why do you not like Evanescence?” said Simon.

“It was his ex-girlfriend’s favorite band,” said Avery, looking over at Mason causing the two of them to laugh.

“Fuck you, Avery,” said Brodie.

“I’d be a better fuck than Mary Ann,” said Avery.

Simon saw Avery look in the rearview mirror at him and smile. He looked over at Brodie who was smiling and shaking his head.

“That’s the truth,” said Brodie.

Brodie Odom, five foot eight, two inches shorter than his own height, but a better build, or so he thought. Brodie didn’t look skinny within his clothes. He had light brown hair that was short on the sides and long on top, and brown eyes that looked gold in some light. Brodie seemed more accessible, like the one he would spend the most time with over the next week. The one that wouldn’t look at him like he was a little kid. Maybe it was the glasses and neatness of his dress, even in cargo shorts, he looked better than Avery in those frayed, knees blown out jeans.

Avery Thomas. He found the old football program from Avery’s senior year. Six foot tall, one hundred eighty-two pounds, and looking at him now, he knew the jock bastard had put on more muscle. What was he now; two hundred? Of the three guys, Avery scared him the most, made him feel anxious about five days with him holed up in some cabin. The one he wanted to fuck more than any other guy he knew. He tugged on his cock at the thought.

“Your nuts pinched by your underwear?” said Brodie.

Simon looked over in surprise realizing Brodie had seen him tug on his cock. “Yeah,” he replied and smiled as if it were joke.

 

 

Somewhere in South Carolina they stopped for fuel and something to snack on. Mason filled the tank as everyone else went into the convenience store. When they came out, they had large sodas and bags of chips, and Brodie had a candy bar too. Avery had Mason’s drink and chips, and as soon as everyone was back in the Tahoe and buckled up, they were on their way.

Simon was tempted to ask how much further but knew that would no doubt illicit ribbing about sounding like a little kid, so he sat silent, listening to the music and banter back and forth between the three friends. He watched the scenery pass, with truck stops, fireworks stores and porn shops and churches. There seemed to be an abundance of all four. Eventually they merged onto another interstate and after a short time the terrain changed. Low mountains, the slopes worn down and covered in foliage, and wide valleys, some with development by the interstate, and others, just trees and open fields.  

The traffic got heavier and Avery had to slow down making it seem like it was taking a long time, but they were soon circling around Asheville, then going north into the mountains, where they were taller, steeper sides, and narrower valleys. They came to an exit with one gas station and Avery pulled off and came to a stop at the end of the ramp.

“Okay, Mason, remind me how to get to this cabin,” said Avery.

“Turn right and go to Deer Trail Lane and take it up the mountain. It’s not far, a coupe of miles or so.”

Simon sat up and paid more attention as Avery took them deeper into the mountains, the narrow two-lane road meandering with the side of them. He felt like it was important to know where he was going. He might have to make a run for it if the guys tried something. Two miles back to that gas station would be easy enough. He grinned at the image of his ass running down the side of the road, for there was no shoulder to speak of.

“What’s so funny,” said Avery.

Simon looked up to see him looking in the mirror. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” said Brodie.

“Just that gas station is not too far away and if I need to run down here and…call for help for one of you it’s feasible.”

“We have our cellphones, silly,” said Brodie.

“They don’t work up here,” said Mason. “Zilich, nothing, not one fucking bar. So, hope Simon doesn’t have to run to that gas station to get you some help.”

It was said in jest, and Brodie grimaced then smiled at Simon. “Mason only acts like an asshole when he’s around Avery.”

“Yeah, because we all know Avery is the real asshole,” said Mason, laughing aloud.

“Hey!” exclaimed Avery. “You guys are the assholes. Simon, you bunk with me. I’m not sleeping with either one of these dickheads.”

It took a minute, but Simon suddenly registered what Avery had said. “What do you mean I can bunk with you? Don’t we each have a bed?”

“No, it’s just a small cabin with two tiny bedrooms with a queen bed jammed into each of them,” said Mason.

“I don’t want to share a bed with Mason. The fucker takes up the whole thing. Let Simon sleep with him,” said Brodie.

Simon sat stunned at this revelation, not one he had expected. Avery said he called it first, and Mason just laughed, then pointed in front of them. “Avery, there is our turnoff.”

 

Mason

Mason pulled out his duffel bag then two of the fabric grocery bags his mom had packed for them and headed to the cabin. He looked at the familiar structure, one that belonged to an uncle. His family had been to it often over the years, and except for paint and a remodel of the bathroom, the place hadn’t changed much over the years. He followed the stone path down by the side of it, then up the steps that led to those that ascended to the porch that faced the valley. Avery came down the steps of the porch, having rushed in to use the bathroom as soon as they arrived. They smiled at each other, and Mason knew for entirely different reasons. He did it because Avery was up to something, and he wondered if the bastard dared suggest it with Simon there. In the past it had just been the three of them.

Crossing the porch, Mason heard someone behind him. At the door he looked back and saw it was Simon, followed closely by Brodie. Inside he sat the bags down on the table that sat in the middle of the room, then pointed at the door on the left.

“Simon, I guess you’ll be bunked up with Avery in that bedroom. You can see the middle door is the bathroom and the one on the right will be Brodie and my room.”

“Okay,” said Simon.

Mason heard the unsure tone, and he smiled. Simon had every right to be concerned. He went into the bedroom on the right following Brodie into the room. Brodie let his small suitcase rest next to the wall by the window and looked at the queen bed then at him.

“No hogging the bed,” said Brodie, then he chuckled.

“You don’t want to sleep with me?” Mason whispered so Simon wouldn’t hear.

“Fuck you,” joked Brodie, heading out to get more of their stuff from the Tahoe.

Mason sat his duffel bag on the bed and went back to the kitchen to put away the items that needed to be in the refrigerator. Simon came over and he saw him surveying the room, one long narrow room, living area at the far end, the dining table in the middle then the small kitchen with a narrow island separating it from the dining area. Along the exterior wall, three pair of French doors opening to the porch.

“I think Avery and Brodie can get the rest of the stuff. Why don’t you open the doors to air out the cabin,” said Mason.

“Okay,” Simon replied, moving to the nearest doors to swing them open.

 

 

Mason looked over the island as he searched within it for paper plates. He saw Brodie in the lounge chair with raised feet, and on the sofa, Avery on one end and Simon on the other. They had a baseball game on, Atlanta and somebody who, he wasn’t sure, and really didn’t care. What he was more focused on was how the week would go. With Simon there the dynamics would be different. He wondered if it would be a fun one, or if Simon would keep a wet blanket on things. He was sure Avery was going to find out, and if the truth was known, Avery already knew how Simon would respond when they wanted things to get interesting.

“Hey, let’s eat a sandwich and go down to the stream,” said Mason, standing up.

“Good idea,” said Brodie. “I could use the hike after the drive up.”

“Simon, do you have shoes that can get wet?” said Avery, looking over at him.

“I have some sports sandals.”

“Good, wear them. You’ll mess up those sneakers if you wear them down to the stream.”

Simon climbed to his feet and headed to the bedroom. Mason looked at the lean body wearing jeans and black T-shirt. How the ass filled the seat of the jeans, and he wondered if Simon would be willing. He wanted to find out.

“Simon,” said Mason.

“Yeah,” Simon replied, stopping at the door to the bedroom.

“I’d put on shorts too.”

“I’m going to.”

When Simon disappeared into the bedroom, even closing the door, Mason looked up to see Avery looking at him. There was the smile, one of mischief, and Mason knew what he was thinking.

 

Avery

Brodie led their little group down the trail. It had switchbacks, then long descending runs in one direction, then the other. Where a huge outcropping occurred, they followed the trail down stone steps someone had built between two large boulders, then made their way through three others coming out to the last descent of the trail. They could hear the small waterfall, one about ten feet high.

Following the last few feet of the trail, Avery looked at Simon again, the lean body within the black tank top and cargo shorts. Did Simon only wear black, he wondered, then considered how black looked against Simon’s skin. He decided Simon should wear black all the time, or nothing at all, making him snigger.

“What’s so funny,” said Mason standing in the clearing at the end of the trail, watching him enter it.

“Nothing,” Avery replied.

“Right,” said Mason, then he looked at Simon standing next to Brodie. It was obvious Simon was taller, a couple of inches taller, which made his lean build more pronounced.

 

 

Avery watched Brodie take off his sandals and wade out into the stream. He heard him tell the rest of them to come out. Simon looked back to see if Mason and he were going to wade out. Then he took off his sandals and waded out to Brodie. They moved along the stream, going from a rocky section, stepping from one stone to the next, then they waded out into a deeper section, the water coming up to their knees.

“Come on guys,” said Brodie.

“Come on Mason, let go,” said Avery. He stood, kicked off his sandals, then went down to the stream’s edge and raked his foot through the water. “Damn, it’s cold.”

“Go on Avery, wade on out,” said Mason.

Avery waded to Simon and acted like he was going to push him into the water. There was a shocked look, then a grin, knowing it was just Avery horsing around.

Brodie came up behind Avery and jumped on his back with his arms around the neck. “Giddy up, you stubborn mule,” he exclaimed, laughing at his own joke.

With Mason watching, they waded around the shallow waters, splashing each other while dodging around. Then the sound of thunder rumbled down the valley.

“Hey, guys, I think we should head back,” said Mason coming to his feet.

Avery led Simon and Brodie to the bank where they put their sandals back on and fell in behind Mason, heading back up the trail.

“You think we can beat the rain?” said Simon.

“Don’t know. It’s hard to tell. Sometimes it blows through the valley pretty fast, other times it moves through here slowly,” said Avery.

“Let’s pick up the pace and try to beat it,” said Brodie, slipping past Mason taking the lead with a hurried pace. Simon slipped past Avery and Mason to keep up with Brodie.

Avery gave Mason a little push and they sped up to keep up with Brodie and Simon. They climbed up the side of the mountain, making good time, but about halfway up it began to rain. At first a few drops, then a steady rain, then so hard a short distance in front of them ghosted out white.

“Fuck,” exclaimed Avery, and they slipped over the muddy and slick ground.

On one gradual incline, one that should have been one of the easiest sections, the trail was fine dirt and with the rain it had turned to a muddy soup.

Avery was in front of Mason trying to keep up with Simon and Brodie who seemed undeterred by the rain. Then he saw Brodie, stumble and nearly fall. Then Simon stumbled and went down flat on his stomach. Then Brodie fell too, going down on his ass.

“Simon are you okay?” said Avery as Mason stood behind him.

“Yeah,” said Simon trying to get up, slipping and sliding, going down again. “Fuck,” he uttered.

“Let me help you.”

Avery took Simon’s hand and as he was pulling him to his feet, his feet slipped out from under him and he went down.

Avery sat in the mud with Simon laying across his lap covered in mud. They heard Brodie laughing and looked up to see him sitting in the middle of the trail completely covered in mud. It was even smeared across his face.

“Damn, guys,” said Mason.

“Help us up,” said Avery.

“I don’t think so, get up on your own.”

Avery helped Simon climb off of him then rolled to his hands and knees and started up. He was on his feet and about to stand straight, when he rushed Mason bringing him down on the trail on his back. Avery rubbed his muddy body over him.

“Avery, you asshole; get off me,” said Mason as Brodie, then Simon laughed.

As Avery climbed off Mason, grinning foolishly, the rain stopped, and sun shone down into the valley through the clouds.

 

 

At the cabin, Avery led them to the far side of it, with Simon looking over at Brodie questioning where they were going.

“Come on Simon,” said Avery sensing his confusion. “We’ll use the outdoor shower to clean up to not track mud into the cabin.”

“What about a change of clothes or a towel?”

“Once we’re clean we’ll ease inside then dry off and get dressed.”

Simon looked at Avery, who smiled back.

“What about soap,” whispered Avery to Brodie.

“There’s soap at the shower,” said Brodie. “Are you afraid to get naked in front of us?”

Avery heard the question and looked back at Simon. “Yeah, Simon afraid to show us that pecker.”

“No, but…” Simon replied, letting his voice trail off.

Avery moved to the outdoor shower, a tiled area about five-foot square with a six-foot fence on two sides, oddly, the side facing the valley open. He turned on the water, getting the shower to run warm, as Mason and Brodie stripped. Simon looked at the two bodies being revealed as he slowly tugged his own shirt off. As he undid his shorts, Avery was stripping. Mason was naked, then Brodie, finally Avery, and Simon was stepping out of his shorts knowing his wet boxers concealed nothing. He felt his cock, half hard, pushing outward.

“Damn Simon, why so shy at getting naked,” said Mason.

It was obvious what Mason was referring to, and the three guys grinned at each other then back at Simon.

“Come on, Simon, lose the shorts,” said Avery as Mason stepped under the shower and started to lather up.

Simon stood to the side while Mason, then Brodie and finally Avery showered. He tried to act nonchalantly, looking over the valley, then over to whoever was making some silly comment or joke. Oh, how he tried, but he kept looking at them, the physical nature of each one. The three were different body frames, but each one was attractive. He looked at Mason standing next to the wall. The tall muscular build, one obviously made for the basketball Mason played in high school and probably played in college for fun. He looked at the impossibly flat stomach and how the abs were plainly visible. He looked at the cock hanging long over its sac, the head of it arrow shaped, perfect for penetrating pussy, or an ass. An arm moved and he looked up to see Mason pushing wet hair back revealing the blue eyes staring back. Mason smiled, making him turn away.

Simon turned and found himself looking at Brodie. Average build, average height, light brown hair, brown eyes, and a nice cock hanging over a sac that hung long between the thighs. Brodie tugged on his cock and Simon turned, finding his eyes on Avery. Fucking Avery still lathering up his body. Suds cascaded down the body, one with bulging muscles and everything perfectly defined. Simon thought bodies like that only existed in magazines or in porn. Avery turned with his back to the shower, head tilted back rinsing the soap suds from his dark hair. Simon took advantage looking at the thick cock with a flared head. He wondered how big it would get erect, what it would feel like punching through the tightness of someone’s ass.

Simon was looking at Avery, unaware of the others. Then someone touched his ass, and he jumped.

“Easy, Simon, you know you want it,” said Mason.

Simon sensed Mason next to his right ear, felt the hand moving over his bare ass, from one cheek to the other. Then Brodie was standing next to him. A hand gently held his chin and turned his head to face Brodie.

“You want us to stop?” said Brodie.

Before Simon could respond, Mason, squatting behind him, spread his ass and licked upward between the cheeks. He shuddered and jerked but didn’t pull away. The tongue dragged up his ass again and he gasp, looking at Brodie in surprise.

“Simon…do you want us to stop?” Brodie asked again.

Simon knew he should say no, should tell Mason to stop, but it felt too good. It felt right, and he felt his cock start to respond. “No,” he uttered, and Brodie leaned toward him and kissed him.

Brodie kissed him, took his cock in hand, manipulating it until erect. Mason ate his ass, ate it until he was shivering and pushing back against the face pressed against his ass.

“Goddamn, you fucks started without me,” said Avery.

“Let’s bathe him,” said Mason, coming to his feet behind Simon.

 

 

Day One

Mason guided Simon to the shower and the three of them bathed him while tugging on his cock, fingering his ass, and kissing him. Up the neck, across the shoulders, against the lips, and over nipples showing his arousal. Then Mason pushed down on his shoulders and without hesitation, Simon went to his knees facing Avery. Cock was in his face, fully erect and thicker than he first realized. It raked across his lips, then he took it in his mouth and moved on it.

As water cascaded over him, he worked his mouth on Avery’s cock. Hands held his head, and he looked up to see it wasn’t Avery. The hands worked his mouth on the cock, and he relaxed to the manipulation. Let them control him as cock pushed into his mouth then slid back through his lips. Movement to his right and he saw Brodie next to him, face right up next to his own.

“Suck that cock. Suck it,” said Brodie.

It was Mason who was controlling him and he closed his eyes and let him continue, pushing his head forward, then pulling it back.

Then Mason held him still and Avery began to move, to pump the cock into his mouth.

“Fuck; that’s hot,” said Brodie.

Simon held his mouth open letting Avery move cock over his tongue and into his throat. He had to hold his mouth wide to take it and it made him feel so aroused he wanted to take his own cock in hand. But a hand moved around his waist and did it for him. A manipulation, then a slow stroking. He worked his hips trying to increase the stimulation as Avery fucked his mouth.

“Fuck…you hot little bastard,” said Avery.

Avery couldn’t believe it was Simon, the little kid from next door, who was no longer a little kid. He watched how his cock moved through the lips while picturing Simon’s cock. Uncut, the head concealed within the dark skin, then when just partially aroused the skin pulled back revealing the flared head. He had been surprised to see the size of it once fully erect. It had to be eight inches long, or longer. Only Mason was longer.

Avery looked down at the lean body, dark smooth skin tone, black hair matted down by the shower, the thin lips stretched around his cock, and he pictured the dark brown eyes that were concealed for Simon had them closed.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Avery.

“Fuck, do it, do it,” uttered Brodie.

Avery worked his cock faster through the lips. An urgency to his movement, a building need for release. He saw Mason press against Simon’s back while obviously stroking Simon’s cock. He saw Brodie was still right up next to Simon. Then he felt it, the surge of release. He shuddered, then pushed into Simon’s mouth and came. He kept pumping his cock through the lips as his cock ejaculated wad after wad. It filled Simon’s mouth, dribbled down the chin, and he kept pumping his cock until he was finally spent.

Avery pulled back until his wet slimy cock hovered in Simon’s face, and Brodie grabbed it and cleaned it off. Then he turned to Simon and kissed him as Avery watched, and Mason moved against Simon’s back continuing to stroke his cock.

Simon grunted, shuddered against Mason, and while kissing Brodie he came.

 

It was Brodie who led Simon into the cabin, Avery and Mason following, touching and tugging on the other playfully. Brodie guided Simon to the bedroom shared with Avery. Brodie got on the bed sideways, back to the wall and legs spread.

“Simon, suck me,” said Brodie.

Naked and cock still half hard, Simon moved on the bed on his hands and knees between the outstretched legs. He kissed Brodie, then kissed down the neck, over the chest, downward until taking the cock in his mouth.

Avery and Mason stood by the bed and watched.

“Fuck. Suck that cock,” said Mason and he reached over and took Avery in hand, who took his cock in turn. They stroked each other while watching Simon suck Brodie’s cock. It was a noisy suck, reckless and rough, but it aroused them, all of them, but none more than Brodie who was tapping his head against the wall and clutching the bed.

“I’ve got to get in there,” said Mason, letting Avery go and moving to Simon. He dropped to his knees and ran a hand up the back until his fingers combed through the black hair. He made a fist, grabbing the hair, and he worked Simon down on Brodie cock. A push down until the nose pressed into the abdomen, then a tug upward until Simon was gasping for air around Brodie’s cock.

“Fuck,” exclaimed Avery standing to the side watching.

Mason took his cock and slapped the round ass, then raked his cock between the cheeks, up and down until he felt Simon push back. He put his cock to the opening and pushed until he felt the head of his cock squeeze through the tightness. He shivered and Simon moaned. He held the narrow waist and pushed deeper, inch after inch, until all nine were buried in the ass.

“Fuck him. Fuck his ass. Come on Mason let he watch him take it,” exclaimed Brodie as he began to pump his hips upward.

Simon moaned as he held his mouth over Brodie’s cock, letting him fuck his mouth as Mason fucked his ass. He felt his own cock, hard as rock, hovering below his stomach.

Mason leaned over Simon’s back and whispered in his ear, and he slipped his mouth off Brodie’s cock and looked over his shoulder with a smile.

“Do it,” whispered Mason.

Simon smiled, turned back to Brodie, slipping his hands beneath the legs. He jerked him forward then pushed the legs up until the feet were back against the wall and the ass raised and spread wide. He moved to it licking straight up it then over the tight nut sac. He ate Brodie out as Mason fucked him. He put his tongue to that tight opening and rocked against it as Mason slammed into his depths. When Brodie reached for his cock, Simon grabbed the hands and held them down, preventing Brodie from pleasuring himself.

“Fuck Simon,” said Brodie.

“Simon, fuck him,” said Mason.

Simon rose and moved up on the bed on his knees. He held the legs at the ankles and pushed them out and back. He shifted to the ass and Mason took his cock and aligned it with the wet slick ass.

“Fuck him,” exclaimed Mason, pushing into Simon’s depths roughly, shoving him forward until he buried most of his cock inside Brodie.

“Goddamn. Fuck that ass,” said Avery who came up next to Mason stroking his cock.

Simon moved between Brodie and Mason, worked his ass on Mason’s cock, then pushed forward, burying his inside Brodie. He fucked with a steady pace, working his ass back and forth. It pushed his arousal, made him heat up until sweat trickled down his face and torso. Mason kissed the spot between the shoulder blades then licked at his sweaty skin.

 

 

Avery watched how Simon moved between Mason and Brodie. How the body undulated, working cock into Brodie’s ass then pushing back on Mason’s cock. He couldn’t believe Simon was so sexy, so fucking hot, and he turned to Mason slapping him in the face with his cock. “Suck,” said Avery and he pushed his cock into Mason’s mouth desperate to be a part of their sex.

As Mason sucked, he reached down and raked his fingers down the sweaty back. He felt the heat of the skin, how it was so fucking smooth. He ran the hand down to the top of the ass and let one finger touch Mason’s cock as it disappeared into Simon’s ass then came back into view.

“Simon,” exclaimed Brodie.

Avery looked at Brodie, seeing cum rope up the chest hitting the chin. He smiled at how Brodie was so turned on he couldn’t hold back. Wad after wad rained down the chest then stomach and the smell of cum was overwhelming. It made him want to cum. He wondered how Simon had not done so. How he could be fucking that tight ass while getting fucked and not pump a load into Brodie already. Then Simon shoved forward roughly and shuddered and jerked, and Avery knew he was doing so now.

“Goddamn, cum in his ass,” exclaimed Mason who was fucking harder while holding Avery’s cock. He slammed into Simon, repeatedly smacking against the round ass, then he looked at Avery with a glassy eyed expression and shuddered with release.

 

 

Mason and Brodie untangled from Simon, and Avery pulled him to his feet, spun him around and down on his back. He got on the bed moving up between the legs and Simon held them up. He smiled as he took them behind the knees and pushed forward.

“You want my cock?” said Avery in a mischievous tone.

“Yes,” Simon uttered, then he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

Avery pushed the legs down until thighs were tight to the chest and the ass angled up. Mason’s load trickled out of it, and he smeared the cum between the cheeks, then used it as lube, pushing his thick cock into the loosened ass, inch after inch, until most was buried in it.

“Fuck, you tight ass bastard,” exclaimed Avery as he hovered over the folded body, hips just above the ass, and he tugged upward, then pushed down, over and over, until his hips were pressing against the ass. “Fuck!” exclaimed Avery.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck my ass,” uttered Simon. He knew there was no need to hold back. He had dreamed what it would be like to take a man’s fuck. To have cock bore into his ass. None of his fantasies were as good as his fucking around with the three guys. And Avery pushed him more than the others, made his arousal so intense his own cock drooled on his stomach. That thick cock seemed to bore deeper into his body than even Mason. It touched his insides in ways that made him see stars. He shivered as it pummeled his insides, and he clutched the bed and begged Avery to fuck him harder.

“Jesus,” exclaimed Mason.

Avery looked over to see Mason fucking a bent over Brodie. Mason was holding Brodie by the waist and hammering his ass. Turning back to Simon, Avery pushed down letting Simon feel his weight, all one hundred and ninety-three pounds, and he fucked harder, faster, hips smacking down on the ass. He fucked until his toes curled and fingers dug into Simon’s legs. He fucked and fucked until his cock was so sensitive he was shuddering. Then he slammed into Simon’s ass and came. He felt each ejaculation, and rocked and shuddered with it.

“Avery,” exclaimed Simon.

Avery heard his name through the fog of release, and he leaned down and kissed the gasping mouth as he pumped out the last of his load. Then he smelled it. Cum. Simon had cum again.

Just to his side, Mason cried out and Avery knew Brodie was taking Mason’s load.

 

 

The grill was still smoking as it cooled. The guys sat on the porch pushed back from the table. They had been famished, but now they were satisfied. There had been some conversation about the summer ahead of them, baseball games they anticipated, plans with their families, then after a pause, wicked laughter then Simon confessing of knowing he was gay since he was thirteen and never believing for a minute the dumb jock next door would want to fool around. It made Brodie and Mason laugh and Avery pretended to be hurt before he too laughed. Then the guys told Simon of how they began to fool around right before graduating high school, realizing their ex-girlfriends just didn’t do it for them.

“Besides, none of them could suck cock like Brodie,” joked Mason.

They eventually climbed to their feet, the sun low in the western sky, and cleaned off the table and headed back inside. They spent the rest of the afternoon watching the Atlanta Braves, then called it a night, Mason and Brodie in one bedroom and Avery and Simon in the other.

 

 

Simon wondered if he could really sleep with Avery. He was exhausted after their sex, but he still thought of doing it again. Of reaching over in the night and teasing Avery until ready to fuck. But when he lay down next to him, he quickly fell sound asleep.

 

Day Two

Simon woke up to find he was snuggling against Avery with one arm draped over the muscular chest. He eased up, not wanting to wake him and looked over at his things laid out. Normally, he would not come out of his bedroom until dressed, but he looked in the mirror, seeing the young man in black boxers that made his dark skin tone look good. He was lean, not skinny like he had thought. Mason had said so, and Avery agreed. He went out of the bedroom and to the bathroom. When he came out, Brodie was rummaging through the bags on the kitchen counter. He had on a ragged pair of gym shorts. They looked so loose Simon wondered how they stayed up. 

“Good morning,” said Brodie, as he looked into another bag. “Finally; the muffins. You want one?”

“Yes,” said Simon as he poured a cup of coffee. “Mason still in bed?”

“Yep. Avery and he will sleep to noon if there isn’t something planned to make them get up sooner.”

“I started to sleep longer,” said Simon as he sat the small table opposite Brodie. He took the muffin Brodie slid across the table and peeled the paper liner from the bottom of it.

“I can never sleep all morning, no matter how late I stay up,” said Brodie.

 

 

When they finished, Simon lay on the small sofa reading the novel he had brought with him. He lay on his stomach, feet turned up and slipped back into the storyline. Brodie sat at the other end of the sofa and started to play on his phone.

Simon tried to focus, tried to read more than a paragraph without thinking of the guys and their messing around. He laid the book down and looked over his shoulder at Brodie playing some game on his cellphone.

“Is it just sex?” asked Simon.

“What?”

“For the three of you; is it just sex?”

Brodie didn’t reply immediately, and Simon looked back to see if he was going to.

“I guess so,” Brodie finally replied, but he didn’t sound like he was sure of it.

“Do you want more? Would you want one of the guys to think of it as more than just sex?”

“Maybe.”

“Avery? Or Mason?”

Another hesitation to reply, then uttered so softly Simon barely heard it. “Mason.”

Simon looked around again, surprised by the confession. “Really? Does he know.”

“No, and don’t you tell him.”

“I won’t.”

“What about you?”

“I can only think of it as just sex. I mean…I’m the outsider to you guys.”

“What if Avery wanted more?”

Simon scoffed, then chuckled. “I doubt that.”

“You never know,” said Brodie.

“Whatever,” said Simon, turning back to his book.

 

 

Brodie looked from his cellphone to Simon. The long lean torso, the smooth dark skin, the round ass concealed by the boxers. He looked on with images of their fucking the day before coming to mind. Simon sucking cock. Simon getting fucked. He tugged on his stirring cock, then slipped his hand inside the gym shorts to feel it with his bare hand. He grew erect looking at Simon. He considered it, the sex he could have with him. With one hand down in the gym shorts, he reached out with the other and touched one leg on the thigh.

“What are you doing?” said Simon, not turning around.

“Nothing.”

Brodie ran his fingers lightly over one leg and Simon giggled. He reached between them and rubbed the right ass cheek. Simon stopped giggling and Brodie saw him pump his hips, pushing down against the sofa. He rubbed the other cheek. Then he pulled his hand back, pulling the legs down until they rested across his lap. He looked at their smoothness, only a light dusting of black hair on the calves. He ran a hand up one leg and down the other. He leaned over and kissed the right calf, sat up and rubbed the ass through the boxers. He raised the left leg and slipped underneath, going to the floor on his knees. He lifted the right leg off the sofa letting the knee rest on the floor. He was between the legs, and he leaned over and kissed the ass cheeks. The right one, then the left. He raised up, worked his gym shorts down until around his knees then he ran his hands up the smooth legs, over the boxers, slipping his fingers over the waistband. He tugged and the ass raised letting him slip them down the legs exposing the ass. He pulled the left leg up, foot back, to free the boxers from it, then let them drop down the right leg to the knee. He stroked his cock then moved up and over Simon.

A slap with his cock across he right cheek, then the left. He put it between them and pumped his hips until the ass moved in response. Simon tossed the book on the side table, reached back and spread his ass while burying his face into the seat cushion. Brodie smiled, then turned determined. Determined to get his cock into that ass. Determined to fuck it. Fuck it until he came. He put his cock to the exposed hole and pushed.

Simon moaned and pushed back. Brodie shivered with the squeeze on the head of his cock as it penetrated him. Slowly, gently, Brodie pushed. The head slipped through the tightness, then the shaft, fractions of an inch at a time. The tightness such an unbearable pleasure.

“Goddamn, it’s not even noon.”

Brodie looked around to see Mason standing in the door to the bedroom they shared. He smiled at him, then turned his attention back to the ass he was fucking. Round, firm, spread wide for him, and he pushed deeper before tugging outward to begin.

“Fuck me,” Simon uttered breathlessly.

Brodie began to work his cock through the tightness. A tug outward, then a push inward, until in a steady rhythm, pushing deeper and deeper until pressing hips against ass. He leaned forward, resting on his hands and increased his pace, fucked until banging against the ass and the sofa was squeaking. He fucked until Simon was pushing upward. He sweated and noticed Simon’s skin was glistening wetly.

Mason came to stand next to them, tugging on his cock through basketball shorts that did nothing to conceal the erection within. He watched as Brodie hammered Simon’s ass, the sound of it growing louder and louder. It echoed in the small cabin. Only Simon’s cries were louder.

“Fuck. Fuck me. Pump it in me,” exclaimed Simon.

“Fuck,” Mason uttered as he watched Brodie move. The undulation of the body that pumped cock into Simon’s ass. He watched sweat rain down on Simon, imagining he felt a rise in temperature.

Brodie pulled out and guided Simon to roll to his back. He held the offered legs to his shoulders, scooted up to the ass, and buried his cock in it. Then he resumed their fuck, driving into Simon’s depths. He leaned back and pumped his hips, giving Mason a clear view of his cock stirring Simon’s insides. He pumped it into Simon as sweat ran down his chest and stomach.

“Fuck, you pervs at it already,” said Avery coming to stand next to Mason. He reached into the basketball shorts. “Let me,” he said to Mason, then turned to watch Brodie fuck Simon.

Brodie felt the muscles in his thighs and stomach burn with his exertions. He was sucking in air, and desperate to get off.

Simon stroked his own cock and lay back with eyes closed, mouth open, gasping for air. He uttered obscenities and begged Brodie to fuck him. Then Brodie pushed his legs over and down against his chest. He couldn’t reach his cock and just held tight to the seat cushions as Brodie moved over him and fucked. Fucked until once again the sofa protested the physicality of their fuck. The way Brodie banged Simon’s ass, the sound of flesh smacking flesh echoing in the room.

“Jesus, Brodie,” uttered Avery.

Brodie didn’t hear Avery. Didn’t comprehend him standing nearby. His awareness was focused on Simon. On Simon’s ass taking his cock, lost to his lust and desire. He pushed down on the legs and fucked hard, losing his rhythm, but by then it didn’t matter. He shuddered and jerked and slammed his cock into Simon’s depths and came.

 

 

Brodie staggered to his feet, sweating and cock dripping. Simon held his legs behind the knees, up and spread wide. Brodie load trickled out of his ass and Avery and Mason watched. Simon looked at Mason and Avery, then at Avery, just Avery, gym shorts pushed down below the hard cock Mason was stroking. Simon looked at the thick nine-inch cock and he wanted it.

“Avery,” Simon uttered. “Fuck me.”

Avery looked at Simon, then Mason, then me moved to Simon. Took the legs and held them to his chest as he scooted to the ass. He raked his cock through Brodie’s cum then penetrated it, pushing in slowly, all the way, letting Simon feel every inch.

Neither saw Mason move on Brodie, put him in the armchair with legs over each arm, head bent against the back, and punch half his cock into the spread ass.

The sound of fucking filled the air. The gasping and moans and grunts. The obscenities, Brodie and Simon begging to be fucked, and Mason and Avery just uttering fuck and goddamn as they pumped their cock into them.

Simon stroked his leaking cock as Avery hammered his ass. There was no slow fucking, nothing to delay their push for release. Avery just fucked and Simon took it, feeling that thick cock banged his insides. He saw stars and shuddered at times. Then his cock flexed, and he looked up at Avery, shuddered, and came. Cum spattered him in the face, down his neck and chest, then dribbled out on his stomach as his ass spasm around Avery’s cock.

“Jesus,” Avery exclaimed. He pushed the legs over and down against the chest, smearing the cum. He bore down on Simon, thrust with all his strength until he felt his own surge of release. He shoved into Simon, all the way, and cried out as his cock pumped out his load.

Across the room, Mason cried out and came inside Brodie.

 

 

After lunch, they went for a hike, deciding on pushing the length as far as they dared. They assumed they would be back by six or seven o’clock, plenty of time to rest, prepare dinner, and maybe fuck around. But the trail was tougher than they remembered, sections washed out and markings on trees faded away causing them to take two wrong turns. By the time they got back it was dark, and they were exhausted. They ate sandwiches, showered, and crashed. They had three more days to enjoy sex with each other.

 

Day Three

The guys woke to drizzling rain. The forecast had predicted it, with it to move out by midafternoon. Mason and Brodie were on the porch drinking beer while watching it. Inside, Simon leaned back against one arm of the sofa with his feet on the seat, knees up, reading his book. Avery came back into the room from the bathroom. He looked at Simon, how the stretched gym shorts he had Simon put on were so revealing. The narrow waist, one at least four inches smaller than his own, made him tie them so tight they were bunched up around the waist. Even across the room, Avery could see up one leg at the nut sac. Or maybe it was the foreskin. He was too far away to see clearly, a problem he would remedy. He went to the sofa and sat at the opposite end.

“Is that book good?”

“Yes.”

“What’s it about?”

“These two gay lovers trying to find each other after being forced apart.”

“A romance novel?” Avery joked.

“No…maybe,” Simon admitted.

A page was turned.

Avery looked down the legs of the shorts. In the right one, nut sac. In the left one, foreskin of the cock. Which one to toy with, he amusingly asked himself, knowing it would be both soon enough. He looked out the window seeing Brodie and Mason still sitting on the porch’s edge, then back at Simon. The lean torso with its smooth dark skin. The near hairless legs and feet smaller than expected, defying the notion of small feet meant small cock. Simon was not small, but Avery wondered if it mattered. He was attracted to the hot fuck, and it was not about the size of his cock, but how Simon could use it, or just as enticing, how he could use someone else’s cock, picturing their fucking of the previous two days.

A page was turned.

Avery touched the right leg, rubbing his fingers up and down the shin.

“What are you doing?” said Simon without looking up.

“Nothing.”

“Huh-uh.”

Simon didn’t tell him to stop, so he rubbed the leg. Rubbed up to the knee, then down to the ankle seeing the toes curl under. Smiling mischievously, he reached into the gapping leg of the shorts and ran a finger over the nut sac. Simon flinched but didn’t respond to the manipulation.

Fuck, he’s such a tease, Avery thought as he reached into the other leg. He stroked the head of the cock with a finger. The barest touch, just the tip of the finger over the skin covered head. It flexed and moved. The toes curled and the knees rocked back and forth a little.

“Avery,” whispered Simon.

“Simon,” Avery replied, using two fingers to really manipulate the growing cock.

Simon closed the book and held his head back, the neck stretched out, Adam’s apple prominent. Then the feet moved further apart. Avery took the cock in his hand and manipulated it until it rose out of the leg opening. The foreskin pulled back revealing the head of it. 

Avery pushed the legs apart and leaned between them, taking the cock in his mouth. He sucked down on it hearing Simon moan. He worked his mouth up and down, feeling the loose skin tighten as the cock became rock hard.

“Avery,” Simon exclaimed, pushing upward, forcing Avery to take every inch.

Avery took it, buried his nose down into the crotch as the cock pushed into his throat. He swallowed around it and felt it flex with Simon’s arousal. He had him wound up, ready for whatever he wanted, and what he wanted was to fuck that ass.

Avery sat up and tugged the drawstring loose, then tugged the shorts around the ass, but not far enough to free the cock. Then he pulled Simon down to his back, head bent against the arm. He pushed the legs up then down against the chest. The ass spread revealing the smooth crevice and the wrinkled opening and just below the shorts the nuts still loose in their sac. But the cock remained pinned within the shorts.

Avery rubbed the exposed ass, up and down the smooth skin, then he rubbed the tight puckered opening. Rubbed it until Simon was moaning and trying to push against his fingers.

“Fuck, you’ve got a nice ass,” Avery uttered as he buried his middle finger in it. He twisted and turned the finger until he felt Simon loosen to his penetration, then he buried two fingers into him. He pumped the fingers, worked the ass until it loosened further with his manipulation.

“Avery,” Simon uttered breathlessly.

Avery sunk three fingers into the ass and worked it loose. “Tell me you want me to fuck this ass.”

“Fuck it. Fuck my ass,” said Simon.

Avery saw Simon take his legs behind the knees keeping them pulled back and spread. He saw the pleading look, the desire and lust to be fucked.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Avery. Fuck my ass,” Simon pleaded.

Avery lifted his ass and tugged his shorts off. His cock slapped his stomach, hard and dripping. He moved to his knees, pushed his cock down, and sank half of it into the ass. Simon shivered and moaned and pulled on his legs harder. Avery leaned over him, bracing with his hands on the arm of the sofa, and fucked. He pushed inward, all the way, tugged outward until he could see the edge of the flared head, then he pushed it back into the ass, all the way. He kept it up, worked his cock in Simon’s ass until fucking with a steady rhythm. He fucked until Simon’s nuts drew up tight and the ass took him easily. He fucked until sweating and the sofa squeaked and rocked beneath them.

“Avery!” Simon exclaimed.

Avery kept fucking as he saw a wet spot at the head of Simon’s cock. The wetness spread as he hammered the ass. Then he could hold back no longer, desperate to get off, and he buried his cock in Simon and came.

 

 

Suddenly Avery found himself sitting on the sofa with Simon standing in front of him. Cock still hard, wet and slimy, cum dripping from the head, and Simon moved closer rubbing it across his lips.

“Clean me off,” said Simon.

Avery smiled, glad to see Simon no longer as shy, more open about his sexual desires. He opened his mouth and took him, licking that cock clean, then working his lips along its length keeping the horny bastard hard.

Avery had his eyes closed while working his mouth on the cock. A hand rested on his head, then it balled into a fist grabbing him by the hair. He was pulled forward until his nose pressed into the abdomen and cock pushed into his throat. The hand moved his head back and forth, fucking his mouth.

“Fuck…take me…take me,” said Simon

Just as Avery thought Simon only wanted a blowjob, the cock was pulled from his mouth, and he was being manhandled to get on the floor. He dropped to his hands and knees, surprised by the aggressiveness Simon was displaying. He smiled at his good fortune, for he wanted Simon to be more aggressive, to give as good as he got. He held his head down looking through his legs, his cock hovering just below his stomach, and watched Simon stand behind him. The ratty gym shorts fell around the ankles and Simon stepped out of them moving closer, feet apart straddling him. Cock smacked his ass, back and forth, then it pushed against his tight opening.

“Let me in,” said Simon. It wasn’t a request, but a command stated boldly, with authority.

Avery shuddered as he stretched to take Simon. He felt the cock push through his tightness, stretching him open. It pushed deeper, and he raised his head and cried out at the feel of it. He shivered with the fullness of the penetration. When he tilted his head back down, he saw his own cock drooling with arousal. “Fuck; fuck me,” Avery exclaimed as Simon pressed against his ass, and he knew he had every inch.

Simon braced himself on Avery’s back, hands at each shoulder blade, as he fucked. He fucked with a fast pace, hips smacking against the ass until the sound of it echoed in the room. He fucked until his skin glistened wetly, then he buried his cock inside Avery and held still.

“Simon…” uttered Avery.

Simon held still, calming himself. Sweat trickled down his chest and back and dripped down on Avery’s back. Just as his arousal began to diminish, he moved, slowly, tugging outward until his cock hovered over Avery’s gaping hole, then he pushed back into it, slowly sinking into Avery’s depths until his hips were against the ass. He kept it up, slowly fucking him. Avery couldn’t understand how a guy could fuck so slowly, so teasingly. It was maddening and arousing and a torment he didn’t think he could endure.

“Simon-fuck me. Fuck me harder,” exclaimed Avery.

Simon tugged his cock outward until only the head remained inside Avery, and he began to fuck harder, faster, hammering Avery’s ass. He fucked until he felt as if he would burn up. He was gasping for breath as he banged the ass as hard as he could. He grabbed Avery by the hair and pulled his head up.

“Take me,” Simon exclaimed.

“Do it. Do it. Pump that shit in me,” Avery begged.

Simon tugged on the head harder as he slammed his cock into the depths of Avery’s ass, and he shuddered with release.

“Goddamn, tear that ass up,” said Mason.

Avery and Simon looked over at the door seeing Mason and Brodie standing just inside it, each with a smirk on their face.

 

 

When the rain stopped, they went for a hike, one that would take four or five hours. When they got back the sun was just above the ridgeline to the west and they stripped off their sweaty clothes and showered inside, Mason and Brodie going first, then Avery and Simon.

Brodie and Mason sat out everything for salads and sandwiches, no one feeling like cooking or grilling. They ate in near silence; everyone was fatigued from their hike. There were occasional comments on what they wanted to do the next day, when the Braves would be on television next, and plans for the rest of the summer, slightly revised from their previous conversation.

“Simon; are you going to college?” said Brodie.

“Yes.”

“Where?” said Mason.

“I’m going to—”

“Fuck, be quiet,” exclaimed Avery, pointing the window at the porch. A black bear was moving past. They sat in silence as they heard it crossing the porch. Then it was silent

“You think he’s gone?” whispered Brodie.

“Not gone enough,” said Mason.

“I’m going to look,” said Avery, coming to his feet and tip toeing to the window. He looked right, then left. “I don’t see it.”

“He could be at the end of the cabin,” said Simon

“No, I see him now. He’s ambling on down the mountain,” said Avery with relief in his voice.

“Jesus, that scared the shit out of me,” said Brodie.

“Do you guys see bears up here often?” said Simon.

“On occasion,” said Mason. “But not on the fucking porch.”

 

 

A few hours later, after watching a movie, they were lounging around the living area, Mason and Brodie in the armchairs and Avery and Simon on the sofa. Avery was laying on his back with his head in Simon’s lap.

“Fuck, I’m exhausted,” said Mason.

“Me too,” said Avery.

“Let’s call it a night,” said Brodie coming to his feet.

They got up one at a time, each going to the bathroom to brush their teeth, then retired to their bedroom. Mason went in and lay next to Brodie, then Avery went into the other bedroom and lay next to Simon. The cabin grew quiet.

 

 

“Avery, do you hear that?” whispered Simon.

“Yeah.”

“Is that…Mason and Brodie fucking?”

“Sure sounds like it.”

Avery giggled, then Simon and they lay in the dark and listened to the sound of a bed squeaking, at times tapping the wall in a steady rhythm, then the occasional exclamation. After a while, the cabin grew quiet again and Simon then Avery drifted back to sleep.

 

Day Four

Everyone was up and ready by eight, and they went out to the Tahoe and loaded up. The trail head was about three miles away, but they considered it worth the drive to do the trail with its rock overlooks and waterfalls.

At the trailhead, they grabbed up backpacks and walking sticks and headed down the narrow path. It followed the contour of the mountain for some distance, then it began to climb. Switchbacks for what felt like a half mile, then they were moving near the ridgeline, climbing uneven stone steps, maneuvering around huge boulders, until they came to the first outcropping of rock that gave them a good view down the valley.

“Wow, look at that view,” said Simon.

Brodie came next to him. “It is nice, isn’t it.”

They took pictures, then quenched their thirst before continuing. A couple of hours later, everyone was desperate for a rest, they came to the first waterfall. It was about thirty feet high and the area around it was wet from the water misting outward after splashing down into the small pool.

“Let’s eat lunch and rest,” said Mason.

 

 

It was the middle of the afternoon when they got back to the Tahoe. They were sweaty and fatigued and smiling, because the hike had been enjoyable with no surprises. Back at the cabin, they showered outside, horsing around, tugging on cocks and smacking ass cheeks. They went inside naked, water droplets still clinging to their skin.

“Come on Brodie,” said Mason, taking him by the hand dragging him to their bedroom.

Avery looked at Simon and smiled. “I think there is going to be some fucking going on.”

Simon tugged on his cock, pulled the foreskin back, then looked at Avery. “Are they going to be the only ones?”

“Hell, no,” said Avery and he grabbed Simon, pushing him against the refrigerator, kissing him. He moved from Simon’s lips to the neck then back to the right ear. He tongued it, following its curvature. “I could fuck you right here,” he whispered.

Simon pushed him back, took him by the hand, and led him into their bedroom. They stood by the bed, kissing, touching, and tugging on cocks getting erect. Then Simon climbed on the bed on his stomach and looked over his right shoulder.

“Avery, fuck me. Fuck my ass,” said Simon.

Avery climbed onto the bed, straddling the legs. He kicked them together with his knee, then lay heavily on the smaller body. He felt its heat. Felt the smoothness of the skin. The softness of the hair, as he kissed the back of the neck. Simon moved beneath him, undulating in such a seductive manner, it drove him mad. He ran his hands up the sides, over the armpits, up the arms, until he could lace their fingers together, and he held Simon down as he pushed his cock against the firm around ass.

“Fuck me…please,” Simon uttered, pushing upward with his ass feeling Avery’s cock, the thickness of it pressed between his cheeks.

Avery came to his knees and watched Simon reach back and spread his ass cheeks. “Fuck,” he uttered as he stroked his leaking cock looking at Simon’s ass. Smooth, round, and so goddamn fuckable it made him breathless. He leaned to it, put his cock to the tight opening and pushed. Pushed until he felt Simon stretch open and let him in. He sank his entire nine inches into that ass and pushed against it as if he could push nine more into it. He tugged outward, over half of his cock, then pushed back into the ass, and he kept it up until he was fucking Simon. Banging that tight ass, slamming his cock into its depths until he couldn’t think of anything but Simon’s ass and their fuck.

 

 

 

Day Five

Brodie came into the living area to find Avery making scrambled eggs and Simon making coffee.

“Thank you. I’m sick of muffins.”

Brodie sat at the small table and watched the two of them move along the kitchen counter, naked, ass cheeks flexing and cock swinging free, and he tugged on his own.

“Good morning,” said Mason.

Brodie turned to see Mason coming to the table. Brodie smiled at the sight of the tall muscular body coming toward him with the cock swinging free. He considered how this summer’s trip was different from the past ones. Before the three of them slept together, showered together, and fucked together, never just two of them. But with Simon there, a natural pairing occurred, one that pleased him. He watched Mason sit next to him.

“When did we decide to go without clothes?” said Mason.

“Last night when you guys were trying to destroy that bed in there,” joked Avery.

“Very funny,” uttered Brodie, but he smiled at the memory of Mason fucking the shit out of him until they were exhausted.

Simon brought them coffee, then came back with their plates of egg and toast. Avery followed with their plates.

“Can you get our coffee?” said Avery.

“Sure,” said Simon.

Avery watched Simon go to the counter and get their coffee. He watched the round ass flex, then looked at the lean body tugging on his cock.

“Easy boy, after we eat,” said Mason.

Avery turned to Mason and smiled.

“You do like that?” said Mason.

“Yes, I do,” whispered Avery.

“What do you like?” said Simon setting the cups down then taking the seat next to Avery.

“This,” said Avery, taking Simon’s cock and toying with it.

“Avery! Not now.”

“Yeah, Avery, wait until he eats, then he’ll fuck you,” said Brode, making them laugh.

 

 

Coffee cups were drying on a dishtowel and the table cleared off. On the sofa Brode was riding Mason’s cock. Up and down, he worked his ass on it as he leaned forward and kissed him. He worked his ass slowly, feeling how the cock moved inside him, then he worked his ass fast, slamming it down on Mason until breathing hard, then slow again, moving up the long cock until it nearly slipped free.

Across the room, Avery was in an armchair on his knees, bent over the back of it. Simon was fucking him, slamming cock into his depths all the way. The chair rocked with the physical nature of their fuck, how Avery had to hold the back of it as he rocked with Simon’s fuck.

 

 

Mason sat up, hugged Brodie, pulling him closer. He guided him down on his cock, all the way, then he relaxed his hug letting Brodie move freely, dragging dripping cock up his stomach. Brodie kept moving, working his ass on the long cock. He relished the feel of it, the fullness of the penetration and that it was Mason. He wanted to tell him, but the words wouldn’t come but he showed him. Moved on the cock until Mason was looking at him in that way; eyes glassy and unaware of nothing but him…just him.

A cry out from across the room and Brodie smiled at Mason as he slid down on the cock.

 

 

Avery has his head down rocking with every push into his ass. Simon shoved every inch into him, hips smacking against his ass. Simon was relentless, exhibiting stamina that was shocking and made his cock drool with is arousal. He loved the physical nature of their fuck, how that hot fuck took him, gave it as hard as he took. He let his cock flop between his thighs. His nuts were drawn up tight. Then he felt a kiss between his shoulder blades, a light bite, then the lips moved along his right shoulder, up his neck until manipulating his ear.

“Avery, take me. Take me,” Simon uttered in a low breathless voice.

“Fuck!” Avery cried out. “Do it, do it, fuck me.”

 

 

Brodie works his ass on Mason’s cock until his own is wet and sliding slickly up Mason’s stomach. He leans back and works his ass, moves on the cock until he needs release. “Mason,” he utters and slams his ass down on Mason’s cock and shoots cum up his stomach and chest.

“Fuck,” Mason exclaimed, and he pulls Brodie down on his cock as it erupts. He shudders with each ejaculation until spent.

 

 

Across the room, Avery is sitting in the armchair, and Simon is sitting on his cock, working his ass up and down. Avery was too aroused. No way could he hold back, and he held Simon by the waist and pulled him down on his spurting cock.

 

 

The guys were showered and dressed, the Tahoe packed up for the drive back. Avery checked the grounds while Mason made one last look around inside, then locked up the cabin. At the Tahoe, Mason climbed behind the wheel. Brodie was in the passenger seat and Avery and Simon were in back.

“You guys ready to go home?” said Mason.

“Not really,” joked Avery, and the guys laughed as Mason eased down the drive.

 

End of Summer

It was unspoken how the guys paired up. Mason and Brodie. Avery and Simon, a pairing as shocking to Avery as to anyone. Simon, the little kid next door that went to private schools and had nothing in common with him. Except he was wrong. Painfully wrong, joyfully wrong. Simon was no longer a little kid and hot as fuck without realizing it.

They had sex when they could find a place to be alone, or when Avery’s parents were gone on a business trip, able to fuck in Avery’s bed, the shower, the back porch, and on the floor of the family room as some movie played in the background. Summer was nearly over when Simon texted that his parents would be gone the next weekend, visiting friends in Tallahassee. Avery wondered what Simon’s room looked like. Would there be models lining shelves and posters on the walls. What did his bed look like. A double bed with a colorful blanket suitable for a boy of twelve or thirteen. He wasn’t sure why he thought of it or why it worried him. Maybe he was looking for something that made him reconsider his feelings toward him, feelings he had not dared express, not fully.

Brodie and Mason were together all the time, and Avery wondered if their parents had figured it out yet. It was so obvious they were more than friends. The way they touched each other or how Brodie looked at Mason. Come fall, they would be back at college and Mason said they would be sharing a dorm room. Avery considered how convenient it was for them to be at the same university, and to live together too. He wished Simon was going to his college, making him realize that every time it was brought up, something happened to interrupt Simon from answering. At least they would have one more weekend for themselves.

 

 

Simon looked around his room for anything that spoke of his younger years. He had put away the Lego models, the young adult novels, and the odds and ends he had let sit out for so long he had forgotten them, until Avery was coming over. He went to his desk and wondered what to do with the stack of papers relating to his fall admission. He wanted to tell Avery he would be at the same college, but time and time again he held back. There was some lingering doubt that Avery would want to continue to be with him. He would be a freshman and Avery, a senior with graduation in sight. Maybe this weekend will be an opportunity to confess. He picked up a composition notebook he used to make lists and notes preparing for his departure and set it on top of the papers. He didn’t want Avery to find out by stumbling upon them. It would look as if he was keeping it from him.

The doorbell rang. “Avery,” Simon whispered, and he smiled as he headed down to let him in. He saw his reflection in his mirror and smiled at how he was dressed as Avery did all the time. A pair of running shorts and nothing else.

He swung the front door open to Avery dressed in cotton gym shorts, a stretched out frayed T-shirt, and sandals. Avery smiled and strolled into the foyer past him as he pulled the door closed and locked it.

“I’ve never been in your home. Show me around,” said Avery.

Simon knew their parents were cordial to each other but not friends, so they never socialized. He led Avery through the foyer, letting him look into the formal living room, the dining room, then led him into the main part of the house. The room his family lived in. The kitchen with its island they ate at most often, and the family room it was open to. Avery took it in, strolled past the wall of photos over the sofa, then to the glass door that led to the patio and gazebo.

“Nice backyard. Mom wanted something like this, but dad never did shit about it,” said Avery. “Okay, take me upstairs to your room.”

Simon grinned, then led Avery to the stairs. On the second floor, he pointed out his parents’ room, a spare bedroom, then his room. It faced the street and was at the end of the hall, past the bathroom it shared with the spare bedroom. Avery followed him into it and as he sat in his desk chair, Avery slowly spun around looking at everything.

“Nice room,” said Avery then he faced Simon. He stood still, just staring at him.

“What?”

Avery grinned, then removed his T-shirt, tossing it carelessly on the floor. He slid the gym shorts down, and as Simon knew, he had no underwear on. Avery stepped out of the shorts with his left foot, then kicked them into the corner of the room with the right.

“You miss this?” said Avery running a hand down his chest, over his stomach, downward until he was tugging on his cock.

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

Simon came to his feet, pushed the running shorts down and stepped out of them as he moved to Avery. He went to his knees and kissed the stomach while tugging on the cock, manipulating it, feeling it swell thicker, elongate until it was at its full eight inches. He licked it, base to head, he licked the nuts working them around within the sack, then he took the cock in his mouth and pushed forward.

“Goddamn!” exclaimed Avery with fists balled tight as he shivered with the feel of Simon’s mouth. He watched the head move on his cock. The back and forth that he felt along the length of his cock, and when the head held still, most of his cock visible, he shivered with the feel of the tongue swirling around the head. He relished the suck and began to work his hips to increase his pleasure.

“Fuck!” exclaimed Avery as he reached down and took Simon under the arms bringing his to feet…barely. Simon never got his footing as Avery swung him around and tossed him on his bed. He lay back, drool on his chin, and spread his legs.

“Fuck me, fuck me, Avery.”

Avery got on his knees between the raised legs. He took them behind the knees and spread them wide apart as he moved forward until his wet cock touched the ass. He worked his hips slapping his cock across the ass, then watched Simon reach around a thigh take it in hand. He shivered as Simon rubbed his cock over the ass, drilling in on the puckered tight opening.

“Avery; push it in me,” said Simon.

Avery pushed, slowly, feeling the unbearable squeeze on the head of his cock, how it made him more aroused, made his cock flex thicker, stretching that ass open. He pushed deeper, inch after inch, until halfway inside Simon.

Simon threw his arms out, head tilted back, mouth open and moaned whorishly as he arched his back and pushed down on Avery’s cock. He undulated so seductively Avery pushed deeper while watching the body move. Watched how Simon clutched at the bed and worked ass on his cock. He could come just watching the hot fuck move, but he needed to increase the feel of it.

“Fuck me, fuck me, do it,” uttered Simon.

Avery worked his cock through the tightness, pushing deeper with every push. He worked his hips until in a steady fuck. He held the legs to his chest, slightly turned to twist Simon’s hips as he banged his insides.

Avery shifted, held the legs in front of him behind each knee and he pushed forward then down, burying the knees in the mattress either side of Simon’s body. Folded in half, ass angled up, and Simon’s cock drooling on the flat stomach, Avery began to fuck again. Fuck hard, fast, slamming his cock down into the ass, hips smacking against it. He fucked until the bed protested beneath them, squeaking and rocking as he hammered Simon’s ass. He fucked until sweat trickled down his face and his need for release was building.

“Too soon,” uttered Avery, pulling out watching his cock flex up and down.

Simon jumped up and manhandled Avery to his back. He moved on him, quickly, kicking the right leg out and holding the left to his chest as he put his cock to the tight ass.

“Tell me,” said Simon.

“Fuck me. Come on, fuck me, fuck me,” said Avery as cock penetrated his ass making him stumble over his pleadings.

Simon moved in a way none of his past fucks moved. The way the body undulated, working the hips, shoving cock into his depths. How the hands moved on his leg or toyed with his dripping cock. How Simon kissed his foot, tongued the toes, licked the sole making him shudder as cock kept pumping into his ass. There were too many sensations, too many ways Simon touched and caressed and fucked.

Avery held his head up watching the lean body, the smooth dark skin glistening wetly, then he looked up into the dark brown eyes seeing the desire, lust, determination. He tilted his head back and just relished the feel of it, all of it, as Simon fucked him.

Avery felt empty, Simon no longer hammering his insides, and he looked up as Simon moved over his hips. He watched Simon hold his cock and move down on it. The ass took his cock, every thick inch until seated on it. Simon was slow stroking his own cock while grinding ass down on his cock.

“Jesus; you hot fuck,” Avery exclaimed as Simon began to move. He watched the lean body rise revealing his cock, then descend back down on it, all the way.

Simon built up a steady pace, working his ass on Avery’s cock. Up and down, he moved while he grew hot again. Sweat trickled down his chest and back, ran down into his face, and he just let it, focused solely on Avery and his cock.

Avery became so aroused he knew he could not hold back this time. He felt it, how his body tightened, how he fought the urge to roll Simon to his back and do the fucking, wanting to hammer that round ass. But the way it moved on his cock, up and down, was more arousing, pushing him to the point of release.

“Simon…”

“Do it, pump it in me. Come on…do it, do it,” Simon begged, and he leaned back giving Avery a better view of his ass moving on the thick cock, up and down every inch while he stroked his own. “Avery!” Simon cried out as his cock erupted, sending a thick rope of cum up the chest and neck. Then his cock spurt wad after wad that rained down on his chest and stomach until cum only dribbled out.

Avery saw the release, how it covered the lean torso. He felt it, the spasming of the ass around his cock. It was too much. He sat up, grabbed the thighs and pushed Simon’s ass down on his spurting cock.

 

 

Except for going out, they never dressed. They stayed naked and fucked and sucked until neither could come again. By Sunday morning, they were exhausted but sated in a way they could not describe.

Simon expected his parents in the afternoon so just before noon he was making sandwiches while Avery went upstairs to shower and dress. He considered their weekend, wondering if college could be like this. He needed to tell Avery he was going to be at the same college. It was dumb as hell not to tell him.

 

 

Avery came out of the bathroom and stood in Avery’s room putting on the clothes he came over in. The ratty gym shorts and T-shirt that he did not want Simon’s parents to see him in. His cock bulged the front obscenely, something desired when he came over, but not when meeting the parents. He looked around the room again, then at the neat desk. He saw the composition notebook sitting on some papers. Curious, he nudged it over and gasped.

 

 

“Simon?”

“Yes?”

“Were you going to tell me?”

Simon turned to see Avery grinning at him, holding up one of the documents from the college. Simon smiled, then laughed.

“I kept meaning to but wondered if you would care…you know, me a freshman and—”

“Stop. Simon don’t berate yourself. You need to have confidence,” said Avery, then he smiled wickedly. “You should have confidence in other things the way you now have confidence in sex.”

“You’re right but…it’s just…do you really no longer look at me as that little kid next door?”

Avery laughed, moved to Simon, pushing him against the refrigerator. “After all the fucking we’ve done this summer, need you ask?” Then he kissed Simon.

 

 

Simon stood at the garage door as his parents climbed out their SUV.

“How were the Bakers?” said Simon.

“Good. How was your weekend? Did you go out and do anything?” said his father.

“No; just hung around the house.”

 

Fall Semester

Simon arrived on campus on Thursday afternoon. He got his belongings to room 321, his dorm room for the semester and set up his side of the room. He met his roommate, one David Harris of Montgomery, who told him about his life, then asked about his own. They ate dinner in the cafeteria together then made their way down the hall meeting other guys on the floor.

Friday morning, David told Simon he would see him on Sunday, that he had to drive back to Montgomery for his grandparents’ anniversary party on Saturday. Simon couldn’t believe his luck, the weekend before classes and he had the room for himself. He wasn’t dressed, still in his boxers, but if Avery were on campus, then he wouldn’t need to get dressed. If only Avery would get his ass there. Avery had said he would be there Friday, then indicated it might be Saturday, depending on something with his family. He took out his cellphone and texted him.

Are you going to make it today or tomorrow?”

It was twenty long minutes before Avery replied.

Have you gotten moved in?

Yes, and my roommate is going to be away until Sunday. Hint, hint.

Ten minutes passed, then five more, and Simon was pacing back and forth in the room. His phone chimed with a new message.

Knock, knock.

Simon looked at the door wondering what kind of joke Avery was playing at. He went to it and pulled it open, finding Avery standing in the hall.

“I made it,” Avery joked.

Simon looked at the familiar body, feeling relieved, then feeling his desire for it. “Get in here,” he said, pulling Avery into his room, shutting and locking the door.

Avery was wearing that ratty T-shirt from the weekend together at his home, and a pair of cut off khakis, the frayed legs coming to just above the knees. Simon was inpatient. He had waited long enough, and he grabbed the T-shirt at the neck and ripped it down the front. Avery looked shocked then smiled as he helped Simon get the remnants from his arms. Then he looked shocked again as Simon pushed him down on the bed. Simon was over him, tugging on the khakis, slipping the button free, then unzipping them until pubic hair and cock came into view. No underwear, and Simon looked up with a smirk.

“What? It’s faster to get naked,” Avery joked.

“Then get fucking naked,” said Simon, tugging the khaki shorts down the legs roughly.

Simon manhandled Avery, turned him crossways on the bed and dragged his ass to the edge of it. He rubbed his crotch against the bare ass as he kneaded the pecs, rubbed over the chest, then twisted both nipples making Avery howl in protest. He stood straight, shoving boxers to the floor and kicking them off. His cock was hard, and he slow stroked it before Avery.

“Tell me,” said Simon.

Avery grinned, then looked serious. “Fuck me, Simon.”

Simon penetrated Avery with his middle finger working it in the tight ass, then he slipped two fingers into him, twisting and pumping them through the tightness.

“Fuck; Simon, do it, fuck me,” uttered Avery.

Simon put his cock to Avery’s ass and pushed the head into him. He shivered at the tight squeeze, then he worked his cock inward a little, then back out, fractions of an inch, but enough to make Avery feel it. He kept it up, working deeper and deeper until finally, he was buried in the big jock’s ass. He pressed against it feeling his cock flex inside him.

Then Simon fucked Avery to cum.

Simon held the legs up, spread far apart, and fucked. He hammered his cock inside Avery, banging the ass until his cock ached for relief. He slowed, working his cock though the loosened opening, wondering how something could feel so fucking good, then he pulled out and stepped back, dragging Avery off the bed. He spun him around and pushed him to lay across the bed, knees on the floor. He kicked the legs apart, moved between them and buried his cock inside Avery.

“Fuck, I wanted this…wanted you,” uttered Simon.

“You got me,” whispered Avery through clinched teeth as cock banged his insides.

Simon worked his cock into Avery’s depths, shoving inward until hips smacked loudly against ass. The sound of it echoed in the room and Simon didn’t care if someone heard. He was on a mission, and he kept fucking. Fucking until sweaty and breathing hard. Then he shoved into Avery, all the way, and came. He shuddered with his release, then slow fucked Avery to pump out the last of his load.

Simon didn’t lose his erection, he stayed aroused, and he kept slow fucking Avery, worked his cock until cum pumped out of the ass and trickled down it and the right thigh.

“Jesus. Simon. Keep going,” exclaimed Avery. His cock was pushed down, pinned against the side of the bed and every shove of cock into his ass made it flex with his arousal. If Simon kept hammering his ass, he was going to cum.

Simon lay on Avery’s back and kept up his slow pace. It was agonizing, arousing, and pushing him to his limits of endurance.  He nipped the left shoulder, ran his nose through the hair at the back of the neck, then kissed the neck, not once stopping, just kept up his slow fuck, drilling his cock all the way into Avery’s ass.

Simon got his second wind, and he rose, held Avery by the waist, and fucked hard. He was once again physical with it, hips banging against the ass as he hammered Avery’s insides.

Avery rocked against the bed, his cock painfully erect. It always shocked him how Simon could be so physical in their fuck, but he knew he was to blame. It was how he wanted it and had shown Simon time and time again how much he wanted it. Now he took Simon’s fuck, hips smacking his ass until he knew they had to be red. He wanted to cum it aroused him so.

 “I’m going to cum,” exclaimed Simon.

“Me too,” said Avery, as Simon shoved inward into his ass pressing his cock against the bed. It pushed him to eruption, and he shuddered as his cock pumped out a load on the floor.

“Jesus!” Simon cried out, then slammed into Avery’s depths and shuddered with his own release.

 

 

Simon ordered a pizza, telling Avery they could not go out in public with him shirtless and cock bulging the front of his khakis. Instead, he kept Avery in his room, naked and teased with a partial erection all evening, except when he pushed him to full erection for fucking. With the pizza nearly finished, Simon rubbed his cock over the last piece and waved it at Avery.

“Lick it off.”

Avery smiled, then went to his elbows and knees and licked Simon’s cock until it was clean, then he sucked him until cum gushed down his throat.

 

Epilogue

Spring semester was almost over, and Simon was torn. He looked forward to finishing his first year and having the break over summer. But Avery was graduating and wouldn’t be around. There were plans for the summer, a week at the beach before Avery had to start his job, then he was going to visit him in Atlanta on weekends. It wasn’t a long drive, less than two hours, but it meant there would be no Wednesday night specials, as they endearingly called them, or bike rides around campus and sex in some out of the way place that scared and aroused him all at the same time. What if we get caught, he had asked Avery, who had shrugged, then said won’t happen.

Brodie and Mason were moving to Seattle, because Brodie got a tech job that paid so damn much, Mason said he would endure the nasty winter weather and a renewed job search for himself, turning down one in Raleigh. Simon knew it saddened Avery for his best friends to move across country. There were plans for shared vacations once he graduated, giving them three years to save up and get settled into their jobs. Then it would be Paris or Sidney or Berlin or…wherever they desired to go.

Three years. It would be three years of this separation. It seemed like an eternity to Simon, but when that day arrived, and he had his diploma in hand and a job in Atlanta, then life would really begin for him and Avery.

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