...it was just a little peep

Paul watched Ian leave his room closing the door gently behind him. He stared at the door trying to feel sad or upset, mad even. But he couldn’t do it. He knew Ian had a crush on Cody. Everyone who was around them knew. He thought he had a chance with Ian, but alas, Ian was able to get what he desired. A guy couldn’t fault him for that. He just hoped he could do the same at some point in his life.

Paul spun around in his desk chair and stared out the window. It had stopped raining during the night and the sky was clear, not a cloud visible. He smiled, despite feeling disappointed.

Ian went back down to the third floor, passing Johann and Garcia as they headed out for a bike ride.

“Hey, would Cody and you like to go riding?” asked Garcia.

“Nah, not today,” Ian replied, smiling at the thought of what he was going to do as soon as he got back to room 312 where Cody waited for his return.

Entering the room, illuminated only by the sun shining in through the window, Ian moved to his desk and began to remove his clothes. He heard the water running in the bathroom and knew Cody was washing up. T-shirt tossed on his desk, he unfastened the cargo shorts and let them drop to his ankles. Stepping out of them, he stood naked, slightly aroused by the thought of Cody and their sex. He picked up the shorts and lay them on top of the shirt just as the bathroom door swung open.

Cody came out naked, and Ian smiled. When Cody came up to him, they kissed while touching each other. The rub and caress over now familiar bodies, then the manipulation of the other’s cock. They grew erect, Cody’s curved and pointing upward and Ian’s sticking straight out, ramrod straight. Hands moved on them, stroked until they flexed with the stimulation.

Cody pulled Ian with him as he backed to his bed. When it hit the back of his legs, he lay back, pulling Ian down with him. They shifted and moved until side by side, pushing cocks against the other, moving in that primitive way, aroused, so very aroused. They kissed and touched and caressed until Cody couldn’t take it. He rolled to his back, pulling Ian on top.

Ian slipped a hand down between them, worked his fingers over the tightening sac, down along the perineum until touching the tight opening. He rubbed it, stroking Cody’s arousal, then he bore one finger, then two into him. Twisting and turning, he worked that tight opening loose.

“Come on, Ian, put it in me,” Cody whispered.

Ian entered Cody, slowly, gently, feeling the grip on his cock as it sank into him. He pushed halfway in, then held still, kissing the neck then mouth while Cody adjusted to the penetration. Then he held Cody down, wrists pinned to the bed and tugged outward, slowly, letting him feel every inch. Then he pushed inward and began to fuck.

“Fuck,” Cody uttered.

Ian piston his cock inside Cody, pushing deeper and deeper. He held him down while working his hips, undulating over the prone body. Legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled outward, all the way, letting his flexing cock hover over the closing hole, then he bore back into it, thrust inward all the way. Cody moaned and pushed upward, taking every inch.

Ian fucked until his muscles burned with the exertion, then he pulled out and rolled to his back.

“Now do me.”

Cody moved between the spread legs Ian held up. He took them by the ankles spreading Ian open. He looked down the prone body, nipples with their hard nub centers sticking out, the skin glistening wetly, the cock hard and leaking on the stomach, and the spread ass. He rubbed his leaking cock over the tight opening, up and down until the skin was slick. Then he pressed against the tightness and felt Ian push back. He moaned and shivered at the feel of his cock being squeezed, first the head, then inch after inch of the shaft as he eased it into Ian. Slowly, savoring the feel of it. Fingers dug into his thighs and Ian arced his back, pushing down on his cock until it was buried inside him.

Shifting his hands down the legs until holding them just above the knee, he folded Ian in half, pushing the thighs down tight to the chest as he leaned over him. He began to fuck, to tug outward, then push inward, all the way until moving rhythmically, steadily, driving his cock into Ian’s depths.

“Fuck…Cody…fuck me,” Ian uttered.

Cody moved faster and faster, until his abdomen smacked against the upturned ass. The bed began to squeak, and Ian moaned and grunted and dug fingers into his thighs, urging him on.

“Do it…do it…fuck me,” Ian uttered.

“Fuck, I’m going to…”

Cody shuddered, jammed cock into Ian’s depths and kept jamming his abdomen against the ass trying to get deeper as his cock erupted. He shoved with every ejaculation until spent, then collapsed on Ian gasping for breath.

Cody felt Ian’s cock against his stomach, hard and flexing with Ian’s arousal. He moved over and lay on the bed on his stomach.

“Come on, give it to me,” Cody whispered, watching Ian rise and move over him.

Ian pushed Cody’s legs together then pushed his cock down between the round ass cheeks until pushing against the opening. He penetrated him again, boring down into his depths. He lay on Cody, arm around the long neck, pulling the head up and back, then fucked.

It was a slow fuck. One body undulating on the other. They sweated from their exertions and slid slickly against each other. Ian kissed the side of Cody’s face, tugged on the earlobe, and whispered intimacies he could never say at other times.

Ian had been too aroused for it to last, and he pushed into Cody shuddering with his release.

Luke was at his desk working on a paper while Aaron lay on his bed tossing a tennis ball up and catching it.

“Did you hear that?” asked Luke, looking around at Aaron grinning like a fool.

“Yeah. Noisy bastards, aren’t they.”

“Jesus, what are they doing?”

“Fucking,” Aaron replied and the two of them laughed.

“Well, we know who is getting it the most,” Luke added struggling to speak as he laughed.

After they settled down, Luke turned back to his paper, then stopped.

“I wonder who else is doing it?”

“You mean, like Cody and Ian, roommates with benefits?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I know Johann is not getting Garcia in the sack, but I do wonder about Noah and Ricky.”

“Noah and Ricky? No way.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No.”

Noah entered the room he shared with Ricky laughing.

“What’s so funny?” Ricky asked, looking up from his laptop.

“As I walked by Ian and Cody’s room, I could hear them.”

“Having sex again?”

“Yes.”

Noah dropped his backpack on the floor by his desk and dropped onto his bed on his back. Hands clasped behind his head; he stared up thinking.

“I wonder who else on the floor is doing it?” Noah uttered.

“Seriously, you’re thinking about which guys may be fucking?”

“Well, it is kind of interesting if you think about it. We look for girls, then try to work out how to be with them, but two gay guys…very convenient arrangement.”

“You sound jealous,” Ricky joked.

“No…well, maybe. I don’t want to fuck you but-”

“I’d be fucking you,” Ricky interrupted.

“Yeah, whatever. I wonder who else could be doing it.”

“I’d say Johann but there is no way Garcia is gay. He’s so into girls and doesn’t have a problem with Johann being gay.”

“So, since he is so comfortable around Johann, he’s not hiding any secret desires to have gay sex?”

“Something like that.”

“What about Luke and Aaron?”

“No way…well, maybe.”

Brian eased out of his room, leaving Steve napping. He had his latest novel in hand and was going to seek out a place to sit and read. He went down the elevator and saw the lobby crowded with guys watching a baseball game. Out the front doors, he ambled down into the commons, the landscaped area between four of the dorms with small patio areas for seating. He strolled past the guy practicing his guitar until at a small patio area tucked between azaleas that had two benches. It was empty and he smiled at his good fortune, taking the bench in the shade, the other one in the sun. He settled back, book opened at the bookmark, and began to read.

He tried to focus on the words, but his mind kept drifting to Ian and Cody, then Johann, and the guy up on the fifth floor, the one Ian had broken his heart. Paul with the thick wavy hair and always in need of a shave. He looked like the guys he saw in Plaza-Midwood back home. Alternative, a tattoo, or a piercing or two, and a casual sloppy look that he found so attractive. The wrinkled shirts, usually open with a t-shirt underneath and worn jeans or khakis, and black boots. Thick soled with scuffed leather, like the ones Paul wore.

Brian looked down at his sneakers, wondering why he didn’t wear a pair of boots, since he liked the looks of them. Maybe he would ask for a pair at Christmas. Leaning back, he tried to stop thinking of the guys he knew were gay. Despite his own feelings, the attraction toward guys, he feared pursuing it. His parents had such expectations for him. Get a degree, come back home, and marry one of the local girls from the church and work in their family business. It was all laid out for him, and he hated it. Didn’t want any aspect of it. But he worried if he pushed back, refused any part of their grand plan, they would cut him off and he didn’t know if he could finish college otherwise.

Movement caught Brian’s eye and he looked up to see Johann and Garcia riding along a sidewalk nearby heading back to their dorm. Then he saw Paul come down the steps heading his way.

Paul descended the steps and moved into the commons with a book in hand. He was determined to start it, for it was one he had been meaning to read since last spring. But his last summer at home with his high school friends, then the three weeks hiking in the mountains, just let time get away from him. Since arriving on campus, he had been busy getting settled down, then he had gone out with Ian, all the while, the book lay on his desk. Now he needed to get Ian off his mind, so he was going to start it.

He nodded at Johann and his roommate coming back from a bike ride, then moved down a sidewalk heading to one of the small patio areas tucked into the landscaping. He passed the guy always practicing his guitar, and when he looked ahead, he saw one of the guys that lived across from Ian sitting on one of the benches looking his way. He hesitated, then thought how it would look, so he continued toward him, giving him a nod and a smile.

“Hey, how’s it going?” asked Paul as he moved to the bench in the sunlight.

“Good. What are you reading?”

“Hail Mary, but I’ve not started it yet. What are you reading?”

“Overstory.”

“Is it good?”

“I think it’s brilliant.”

“I’m Paul.”

“I know. You went out with Ian a few times. I’m Brian. I live across the hall from Ian and Cody.”

Brian saw the change in expression. It was just a split second, but he saw how the mention of Ian and Cody caused it.

“Sorry, I guess you’d probably rather not hear about them,” said Brian.

“No, it’s okay, really. I admit I’m disappointed, but I can’t say I didn’t know how Ian felt about Cody.”

“Yeah, that was no secret.”

“What about you? Meeting anybody?”

“No…not yet.”

“It must be so much easier for you, being straight. I mean, well, you meet a girl, and it is known to be an opportunity for an attraction.”

“But for a gay guy, you never know which guys are available?”

“Yeah, and if some wouldn’t take such offense at being asked out, you know, instead respond like a girl who wasn’t interested and just say no, instead of going off on someone, then maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.”

“What about Johann?”

Paul looked over and smiled, shaking his head.

“I asked him out before Ian and got a firm no.”

“Why?”

“Why? Why does anyone not feel an attraction toward someone. He just wasn’t interested.”

“That seems odd…I mean…you’re attractive, and-“

“You think so?”

It caught Brian off guard, and he froze.

“Relax, I’m just messing with you.”

“Oh, yeah…right,” Brian replied, forcing himself to laugh and hearing how pathetic it sounded, embarrassing himself even more.

“Hey, can I sit on the other end of your bench? The sun is right in my eyes.”

“Sure.”

Paul moved across the small patio and sat on the opposite end of the bench from Brian. Brian turned to his book as Paul did the same. But it was a struggle to read, for he glanced over at Paul, over and over, wondering what it would be like to go out with him. But as Paul settled into reading, Brian found himself focusing on his own book. The shadows moved and time passed as the two turned page after page, until Luke came to stand in front of them.

“Hey Paul, how’s it going?” asked Luke.

“Good.”

“Brian, some of us are going for pizza, you want to go?”

“Yes, sounds good,” Brian replied.

Luke turned to Paul. “You want to come too? It’s just Aaron, Steve, Noah, and I.”

“You don’t mind?”

“No, come on, we’re just waiting on Steve to get cleaned up and dressed. Come on up to my room.”

The pizza restaurant was a hole in the wall place. A small space wedged between two other shops with a small patio set up in a courtyard at back. Inside it was two rooms, one with the kitchen open along the back, and the second a long narrow room along the side of the building. Booths lined the wall, and in back there was one wide booth with a c-shaped banquet seat with the table facing the aisle of the space. It was this booth the guys were led to, the only place large enough for the six of them. Paul slid in from one side, not noticing it was Brian sliding in from the other until they met at the center of the banquet seat. Steve had followed Paul and on the other side of Brian was Aaron. Noah had the end seat behind him and Luke the other end.  It was a tight fit and Paul found Brian sitting tight against him.

For Brian, it made him feel anxious and glad at the same time. He felt Paul’s leg rub against his own and it distracted him from the conversation circling the table. He looked down at the frayed jeans at the bare skin visible through a hole just above the left knee. Then his eyes went to the crotch, how it was faded to almost pure white, the fabric threadbare, and he couldn’t help but notice how it bulged. He swallowed and forced himself to look up at the menu he held in his hands.

“What do we want?” asked Luke.

“Why don’t we get two large pizzas and if we’re still hungry then stop at that pastry shop near the coffee shop,” Steve replied.

The others agreed, nodding heads.

“What should we get on them?” asked Noah.

“Anyone a vegetarian?” asked Luke.

Everyone shook their heads.

“How about one a simple pepperoni and the other their supreme?” asked Noah.

“Sounds good to me,” Steve replied.

“Me too,” added Luke as the others said yes or nodded in agreement.

Once their order was placed and drinks set before them, they fell into casual conversation, classes, the football team, who would win the World Series, then on girls. Brian squirmed in the seat at the mention of girls, and he saw Paul give him a questioning look. The other guys bantered back and forth, until Noah playfully pushed Steve, making some comment about how he was wrong. Steve went sideways, bumping into Paul, pushing him over, and Paul reached out to brace himself.

As Steve sat up, Paul realized his hand was on Brian’s thigh and he pulled it away.

“Sorry,” Paul whispered.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Brian replied.

The pizzas arrived and the guys pulled slice after slice from the pan, got refills of soda, while continuing with their banter. Brian stayed silent, struggling with the closeness of Paul. The feel of the arm and leg against his own. The occasional shift or movement that increased their contact. He found himself glancing over at Paul and time and time again, caught doing so making Paul grin. Then Paul’s leg pushed against his leg. A constant pressure for several seconds, then it pulled away. Brian tried to ignore it but was conflicted with the desire for it to happen again. Then he did it, swung his right leg over up against Paul’s. He held the contact for nearly as long as Paul had done, then pulled it back, feeling his heart race in his chest.

Luke asked for the check and Aaron asked to be let out, so he could go to the bathroom. As Luke let Aaron out and Noah held Steve’s attention about some baseball player’s batting average, Paul pushed against Brian’s leg again. Brian fought with his fears, told himself to pull away, but his desire for it was overwhelming, and he pushed back.

“Steve, I’m going to go for a walk,” said Brian as everyone entered the dorm. He pulled away and watched them go up the steps. Paul looked back and gave him a knowing smile, then followed the others inside. Brian walked out into the commons, taking a seat on the bench he had shared with Paul earlier in the day. He looked up at the dorm, seeing lights come on along the third floor. He let his eyes travel up to the fifth floor, wondering if Paul’s roommate would be out as Paul whispered to him when leaving the restaurant. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hey,” Brain answered.

“Tyler is down with some friends playing video games. Come on up.”

“On my way,” Brian replied to Paul, hitting end, and heading inside.

Brian’s stomach was in knots. He kept telling himself he would just go up to Paul’s room and hang out, maybe play some video games, or watch a movie. But the real reason kept coming to mind. What would happen he couldn’t begin to imagine. He had no idea what Paul would expect him to do, and as the elevator rose to the fifth floor, he asked himself if there was something he wouldn’t do.

The fifth was a copy of his own floor, down to the horsing around in some rooms, the video games going on in others, and some guy strutting down the corridor in nothing but boxer briefs, crotch bulging with cock. Did he know how some guys may look at him? Is that what he wants? Brian wondered, as he passed the guy, continuing to room 522.

The door was ajar, and Brian pushed it open.

“Hey Paul?”

“Come on in,” Paul replied.

Brian entered the room finding it barely illuminated. Only one lamp was on, and it was on the desk that had to belong to Tyler, Paul’s roommate. The novel Paul had been reading lay on the other desk, and in the bed adjacent to it, lay Paul, stripped to the waist.

Brian stood looking down at Paul, the bare chest and stomach, the tattoo over the right nipple and the trail of hair from the navel down into the loose jeans. With hands clasped behind his head, Paul revealed each had just a little hair in each armpit and then Brian noticed the tattoo on the upper left arm, some symbol that had been hidden by the sleeve of Paul’s shirt. Then he scanned down despite telling himself not to do it and looked at the frayed worn jeans. They sat around the waist loose, gapped open in the most tantalizing way. Then there was the bulge at the crotch and the hole over the knee and the frayed hems above the bare feet. It made his heart race, his breathing grow shallow, and his desire for a man inflamed to the point of no return. He moved to Paul’s bed and sat down on its edge right next to Paul’s hip.

“I’m glad you came up,” Paul whispered as he reached out and stroked fingers up Brian’s arm.

“Yeah…me too,” Brian replied, staring at Paul’s body.

The fingers moved from the arm to the thigh and despite the softness of the touch, Brian felt it through his jeans. His cock flexed with his arousal, and he took a deep breath trying to calm himself.

“You can touch me,” Paul whispered.

It was a like a magic spell, some command to bring about a reaction, for Brian reached out with a shaking hand and touched Paul’s stomach. He drew small circles, then grew bolder, running his fingers to the navel, then followed the trail of hair until raking his fingers along the waistband of the jeans. The stomach moved up and down, Paul breathing heavily as Brian touched him.

Brian stared at his fingers as he moved them over the smooth skin. It made his arousal increase. He looked up at the nipples, eyes coming to focus on the one with the tattoo almost circling it. He realized it was a stylized hound jumping over the nipple.

“You like the tattoo?”

“Yeah, but why a hound?”

“It’s influenced by some Celtic mythology.”

“It’s…nice,” Brian whispered as he reached up and ran a finger over it. Then he circled the nipple and rubbed over the hard nub. He felt the hand on his thigh shift down between his legs and move upward. He spread his legs as he rubbed the nipple.

“Pinch it,” Paul whispered.

Brian looked at Paul to see if he was serious, then he looked at the nipple as he took it between his index finger and thumb. He pinched down as the hand groped him, squeezed his cock, then fingers moved along its growing length.

“Harder,” Paul uttered.

Brian pinched down harder and saw Paul arc his back. Then the hand on his cock clamped down and his cock flexed with his arousal. He reached for the other nipple and when he pinched down on it the hand tugged at his jeans until the button slipped free. He gave it a bit of twist and Paul cried out softly, then smiled at him.

“Yeah, that’s it. Do it again,” Paul uttered.

Brian twisted the nipple enough to see Paul shiver with the pleasure/pain of it.

“That feels good to you?” Brian asked.

“OH yeah,” Paul replied as he worked Brian’s zipper down then slipped his hand down into the jeans.

Brian felt the fingers manipulating his cock, working along its length until toying with the head. He moaned and leaned back giving Paul room to continue.

“Feels good, doesn’t it? To have someone play with your cock,” Paul whispered.

“Yeah.”

“You can play with mine.”

It was what Brian wanted more than anything. To touch another’s cock. To feel it within his grasp. The hard shaft and the soft spongy head. He wondered if Paul’s was like his cock, the head arrow shaped, or would it be different. He ran his fingers down the chest and stomach, lightly, barely grazing the skin. As Paul slipped a hand behind the waistband of his boxers, he reached with both hands to undo Paul’s jeans. The button slipped easily free of the worn hole, and he realized the fly was more buttons. He tugged on one side of the jeans slipping one button after the next free until the jeans spread open at the crotch. The boxers tented upward, hard cock trying to get free.

“You’re as hard as I am,” Paul uttered as he slipped fingers around Brian’s cock.

“Yeah,” Brian uttered in a soft whisper while closing his hand over the cock within the boxers.

Brian felt the hard thick tube of flesh, ran his fingers along its length, then cupped them around the head. It was flared wide and round, fitting perfectly in his hand. He squeezed it and felt Paul push upward.

“Fuck, I can’t stand this. Get out of your clothes,” Paul exclaimed, as he raised his ass and worked jeans and boxers down his thighs. “Come on, Brian, get out of your clothes.”

Brian nodded as he stood by the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt, fumbling with some of the buttons. He was watching Paul get legs free of the jeans and boxers, then looking at the hard cock between Paul’s long legs. He worked the shirt off his shoulders and let it slide down his arms, until it could drop to the floor. He pushed his jeans and boxers down desperate to get out of them. He wanted to be naked like Paul. To feel the freedom of it, his cock no longer confined in his clothes. And he wanted to see Paul’s eyes when he stood naked before him.

Legs finally free of the jeans and boxers, Brian stood by the bed, cock angled upward flexing with his arousal. He saw the eyes look at him and the approving smile. Then he watched Paul sit up, rotate around putting a leg on each side of him. Then Paul scooted close and took his cock. He watched the lips touch the head, then how they parted, circling his cock as Paul pushed forward. Inch after inch slipped from view until Paul had nearly every inch. He shuddered with the feel of it, the soft warmth enveloping his cock, and the tongue moving over it.

Paul sucked his cock, moving back and forth along its length. Brian closed his eyes focusing on the feel of it, how it sent shivers up his spine to have his cock in another’s mouth. Then he felt hands on his waist, then one move around and rub his ass. It made him work his hips, pushing cock deeper into Paul’s mouth. The hand moved over both cheeks, then fingers slipped between them. They dug down between them and touched him, rubbed over his opening. He shivered and gasped as a finger pushed against his tightness. Then he cried out as the finger breached his tightness and bore into his hole.  

“Fuck,” Brian uttered in a hoarse breathless whisper.

Paul slipped off Brian’s cock and looked up.

“Brian, get on the bed. Will you do that for me?”

Brian nodded while watching Paul move to the far side, then he eased down next to him. He knew what he wanted and knew Paul wanted it to, and he got on his stomach next to him. He looked over at Paul feeling so aroused he didn’t know if he could take it if Paul suddenly stopped.

“Paul…will you…I want to try…”

Paul smiled and leaned over and kissed Brian. Brian was surprised at first, then he kissed back, wanting to feel the soft lips. Then he felt the rough stubble of the chin rub his cheek up to his ear.

“I’ll do anything you want,” Paul whispered.

Brian felt Paul move over him. His legs pushed together then something raked across his ass and he knew it wasn’t fingers, not this time. He looked over his left shoulder as Paul worked hard cock down between his ass cheeks until he felt it touch him. He moaned and found himself pushing his ass upward increasing the pressure.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you?” Paul whispered.

“Yes,” Brian uttered.

Brian felt Paul push until he stretched open letting that cock breach his tightness. He buried his face into the bed and moaned as Paul kept pushing deeper and deeper. He shivered with the feel of his opening tight around that thick cock as it slid into him. Then Paul was on top of him, feeling heavier than possible, then he felt that cock sink deeper, wondering how it could feel so good.

“Fuck me…fuck me,” Brian uttered, his voice muffled with his face still buried in the bed.

But Paul knew what he said and began to fuck. To tug upward with his hips, then push down, sinking back into Brian’s depths. He fucked slow, then fast, working his hips, undulating against Brian until their skin was slick with sweat. He circled Brian’s neck with an arm and pulled him up.

“Take me…fuck, take me,” Paul uttered as he pulled Brian’s head back and shoved cock all the way into him.

Brian felt his own cock pinned beneath him. It was so hard. Harder than ever before. Paul pushed into his depths, and it pushed him down, increasing the pressure on it. Then Paul was rolling to his side.

“Get on your back,” Paul uttered.

Brian rolled over and lay on his back. He watched Paul move to the foot of the bed and between his legs. He knew what to do, lifting them up letting Paul take each by the ankle. They were spread wide a part and he increased the sense of being spread open for Paul by throwing his arms over his head, stretching out his body. Paul moved up to his ass and he felt the cock touch him, then sink into his hole all the way.

“Yeah, take me…fuck…” Paul uttered.

Brian pushed against the headboard as Paul bore into his depths. He arced his back, pushing down with his hips trying to get Paul’s cock deeper into his hole. He wanted to feel the penetration, the fullness of it as Paul buried it inside him. His own cock rose off his stomach, flexing up and down, then it drooled his slick onto his stomach.

Brian held tight to one of the boards of the headboard as Paul fucked him. Hard and fast, then slow, so slow, he felt every inch push inward then tug out.

“Paul…fuck me…fuck me harder,” Brian uttered.

Paul slid his hands along the legs until holding each behind the knee. Brian felt the hands tighten, then push. They pushed his legs forward then down, folding him in half. He felt his ass lift off the bed and his thighs press against his chest. Paul moved over him, put that thick cock back to his hole and shoved until pressed against his ass. Then Paul fucked him as he wanted. Hard, so fast the bed squeaked and rock. Paul sweated, drops raining down on him. Then the sound of flesh smacking against flesh echoed in the room. Brian held tightly to Paul’s waist feeling the movement of his fuck.

“Brian…take me…take me,” Paul uttered as he hammered his hips against Brian’s ass, then shook with release.

Brian felt Paul pull out of his ass and he reached to take his own cock, desperate to get off. Paul pushed his hand away and moved over his waist.

“No, you don’t, it’s my turn,” said Paul.

Brian watched Paul move over his cock. He felt it too, how Paul just dragged his ass over it, making him so achingly hard. Then Paul sat up, reached back, and Brian felt him take his cock and hold it up. He sat up and watched as Paul moved down to it, then inch after inch disappear into Paul’s ass. He clutched at the bed wondering how long he could last.

Paul didn’t hesitate. He moved on Brian, up and down, faster, and faster, fucking himself on Brian’s cock. Then he leaned back until on his hands, and he worked his ass up and down at a furious pace. Brian watched his cock come into view then disappear, over and over. Paul’s pace was brutal. Ass smacked down on his hips until he couldn’t stand it, not another stroke. He sat up, grabbed Paul and rolled him to his back. He wanted on top, to feel his body move with their fuck.

“Brian, yes, yes, fuck me. Fuck me as hard as you can,” Paul uttered as he rested his legs on Brian’s shoulders.

Brian moved forward and sank his cock back into Paul’s ass. Then he moved over him, folding him in half as he had been, then he began to fuck. He fucked as fast as he could. The muscles in his stomach burned with his exertion, but he didn’t slow. He moved with an urgency; a furious pace fueled by his pent-up desires.

Paul grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down until they could kiss. As they kissed, Brian hammered Paul’s insides until he shuddered with release. He jammed his cock into Paul’s depths with every ejaculation. Then he collapsed on top of Paul gasping for breath.

Steve stood at Luke and Aaron’s door watching Noah approach. They were going to watch a horror flick that was about to start. He turned to Aaron who was changing into gym shorts.

“You really think Brian went up to Paul’s room?”

“Seriously? Didn’t you see them, and remember, Luke overhead Paul ask Steve up to his room.”

“You think they’re really doing it?”

Aaron laughed. “Oh, hell, what do you think? Did you not see the way Brian was looking at Paul?”

“Yeah, but…I’m surprised. I mean, Steve gave no indication of…”

“Being gay? You’ve heard what it was like for him growing up. I’m surprised he’s acting on it. I hope Paul and he fuck until Brian no longer feels guilty about it.”

“Feels guilty about what?” asked Noah as he playfully pushed past Steve and went into the room.

“Fucking Paul,” Aaron replied as he pulled on a tank top.

“Who’s fucking Paul?” asked Noah, looking around confused.

“Damn, you don’t notice anything do you?” said Luke as he turned on the television.

“But seriously, who is Paul fucking?”

“Brian!” Steve and Aaron replied in unison.

“Brian? No shit. I didn’t know…did you guys know?”

“Nope,” Steve replied as he followed Noah into the room.

“Geez, we got Cody and Ian across the hall and now Brian up in Paul’s room. I wonder if Johann has someone,” said Luke.

“Jealous?” asked Steve dropping down in a chair.

“Of having sex? Hell, yes.”

“Well, maybe Aaron will fuck you after the movie is over,” Noah joked as he dropped down on Luke’s bed next to him.

“Not going to happen,” Aaron uttered, grinning at the others. “I’ve got a date Wednesday night with that girl in my history class.”

“You finally asked her out?” asked Noah.

“Thank god, for he was driving me crazy,” Luke joked, flipping the channels until he came to the one desired. “Now shut it, the movie is about to begin.”

The shower ran hot, steaming up the small bathroom. Ian placed his forearms on the wall and rested his head on them. Legs out and spread apart, he waited on Cody to move up behind him. He felt the hand on his waist, then the rub of cock over his ass. He pushed back. The cock slipped between his ass cheeks and pressed against his opening. He was already loose from their earlier sex. They were in the shower to clean up but being playful and horny, they were soon hard again. The cock breached his opening and pushed all the way into his hole. Cody pressed against his back as water cascaded over their bodies.

“Goddamn…fuck me,” Ian uttered as Cody stood, took him by the waist and began to fuck. His cock flopped heavily between his thighs as he rocked back and forth. Harder and harder, Cody slammed cock into his depths. A hand slipped around his waist and took him, stroking him roughly as cock piston inside his depths. He shuddered with the manipulation, pushed back to get every inch, while moaning and grunting.

Cody leaned forward up against his back. He felt the undulating body, how it moved with their fuck. How it rocked him forward and pushed against his ass. It was a steady rhythm, cock moving inside him giving him the fullness of their connection. He felt every touch, every sensation, as he grew more and more aroused. He shuddered as Cody banged his insides, then jerked and thrust his cock through Cody’s fist as he pumped out another load.

“Fuck, fuck, take me,” Cody uttered.

Ian felt Cody slam into his depths then shudder against his back, knowing he too had come.