This story is, of course, a work of fiction. Any and all sex is between two (or more, heh heh) consensual, of-age males. If male/male sexual relations offend you, you must be on the wrong website.
The Freshman Five
Chapter 3-Getting to know the neighbors
Dick's mind raced as he hurried through the quad to Madison and began mounting the stairs. "Favorite wrestler" could only mean one man...Billy "I'd suck that cock for days" Batson. AC and Dick loved to kid each other and joke around, but this...this couldn't be one of those times. AC wouldn't have joked around about that. Then the questions flooded in: "How does AC know? Did he hit on Billy? Did Billy hit on him? Is the big secret that he's gay or that he's getting married but got a girl pregnant first? No, AC wouldn't have sounded so jazzed. AC sounded so good on the phone. Oh gawd what if they had SEX? AC and Billy! And I MISSED IT! What if AC wants to be exclusive with Billy? I couldn't take that, not after AC and I...but what are we to each other? Boyfriends? Fuck buddies? Best friends? All of these? None of these? Somewhere in between all three? Oh shit, I'm on the 18th," Dick realized. He had been so caught up in his own thoughts that he'd missed AC's floor completely.
Dick took a deep breath and swallowed hard as he opened the door to the 17th floor and walked in measured steps to 1722, a room he'd spent a lot of time in over the past few months. Finally, Dick was standing directly in front of the door, staring at it and not moving. The door, not knowing what was behind it or how it would or would not change his life, took on an almost ominous nature. After gathering his wits and courage, Dick resigned to be as civil, level headed and calm as possible, no matter what the circumstances. Dick knocked and opened the door.
"Holy shit it smells like sex in here!" Dick exclaimed, taking in the ripe scent of man and the aftermath of a hot, sweaty sexual encounter.
Dick's face blushed as he realized he hadn't really intended that last bit to be spoken out loud really. He also felt the blood start to flow into his soft 4 inches, thickening it and lengthening it slightly. The scene was all too plain to figure out: Billy Batson was hot, sweaty and blushing as he sat across from AC at AC's desk chair, looking down at his feet and playing with his fingers. AC was lying on his bed looking not unlike a puppy who thought a steak dinner was coming, or a child who discovered that Christmas was coming early that year. The bright look in AC's eyes turned Dick's stomach into knots. What had AC done now?
"Oh my gawd AC, what did you do to him?" Dick crossed the room to where Billy sat and stood in front of him, shielding him from AC's view (well, at least his head...let's face it, it would take like two refrigerators to hide Billy from view). Ac's face went blank, the twinkle fading from his eyes, the impish grin going slack with disbelief.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well just look at him! Billy looks like he just drank a guilt milkshake with a side of guilty fries and fancy guilty ketchup! If you made him do anything he didn't want to, or tricked him into..." Dick was starting to freak out, obviously.
"What the fuck are you going on about? I didn't MAKE Billy do anything...Look at the size of the man, could ANYONE make him do ANYTHING he didn't want to do?"
"Oh whatever, go ahead and pretend like you aren't the best manipulator, like, ever!"
"What do you mean? When have I EVER been manipulative towards you?"
"Like that one time when you got me to eat your ass."
"What the hell? As I recall, YOU were the one shouting 'Swing your leg over, I've just got to get a taste of that sweet bubble butt of yours',"
"You clearly were wagging it in my face! And how manipulative was it that my dick was in your mouth at the time?"
"Oh yes, me sucking your cock was an OBVIOUS ploy to get you to eat out my asshole! If I wanted to manipulate you I would have put ranch sauce on it!"
"Are you calling me white trash?"
"What? No, I'm not calling you white trash...you really DO put ranch sauce on everything! Even stewed carrots, which I still haven't gotten over," AC remarked. Dick opened his mouth to speak but the words caught in his throat as he felt a pair of strong hands run up the back of his thighs, inside his shorts and begin massaging and kneading his plump, tender, white, muscular ass cheeks. Dick turned his head slowly; unsure if what he thought was happening was ACTUALLY happening. Sure enough, there was the bison himself, Billy Batson, mesmerized by Dick's tight, soccer-boy ass. Dick turned his head back toward AC, his eyes wide as saucers. AC smirked, arching his eyebrows. Dick pointed at Billy and mouthed the words "He's rubbing my ass" to AC, who responded with an equally silent "I know". Just then Billy groaned as he felt Dick's soft flesh yield to his touch, it's supple creaminess inviting each touch, each caress.
'If Billy Batson wants the Grayson ass, I oughta give him the Grayson ass proper," Dick thought and crouched forward, hands on knees, his ass straight out, gyrating his beautifully round butt cheeks for 'Big' Billy. This elicited yet another, more guttural groan from Billy, who lifted up the right leg of Dick's shorts, hooked it in the deep cleft of Dick's ass-crack, and gently began kissing the soft flesh there. Billy's lips felt like heaven on the sensitive skin on Dick's ass and the added sensation of the occasional bite or lick sent shivers of pleasure through Dick's body, causing goose bumps all over Dick's flesh.
"That's right baby, lick that ass," Dick urged.
"Mmmm," was all the reply he got from Billy before Billy tore down his shorts and went straight for Dick's ass crack. Dick however pulled away and spun around, smiling naughtily, shaking a finger at Billy's lack of pacing.
"Uh-uh Billy boy, if you want to kiss me there you have to kiss me here first," Dick said, pointing to his lips then dragging his finger down, across his body, from nipple to nipple "here," he said then ran the finger down his abs to his throbbing cock "and HERE," Dick said like it wasn't a request really, but a plan of action. AC watched on in rapture as the two men embraced each other like long estranged lovers, kissing long and hard. Dick's hands went immediately to Billy's nipples and Billy ran his hands through Dick's hair to the back of his head, pressing Dick's mouth to his own more forcefully. AC's cock was making puddles of pre-cum all over his sheets as it bobbed in the air, the sheathed head demanding attention. AC wiped some of the juice from his sheets onto his cock and began to stroke it, propping himself up with pillows to enjoy the nasty scene unfolding before him. Billy's mass easily doubled Dick's but it was clear, at least at this point, who was in charge. AC watched on in awe as Dick forced Billy's mouth down to his left nipple, mashing Billy's face into Dick's voluptuous mounds of young soccer stud muscle. Dick jerked his head back and gasped as Billy nibbled and sucked and licked his chest, Dick's cock twitching and leaking through the fabric. AC got up from his position on the bed, took Dick's shorts off and returned to the bed, suckling on Dick's cummy underwear as a snack while he jerked it and watched Dick pressing on Billy, bringing him to his knees. Dick's member throbbed obscenely as it leaked all over Billy's hair, while Billy went to town on Dick's balls, licking and sucking the funk of the day, releasing the manly scent of Dick into the air. Dick took Billy's chin in his hand and brought his face up, Billy's big blue eyes full of lust for Dick. Dick leaned down and kissed Billy gently, running his hands through Billy's curly locks. Suddenly Dick grabbed a fistful of Billy's hair and yanked his head back. AC opened his mouth to protest but then noticed that as soon as Dick had done this, Billy had started pinching his own nipples.
"You want this, Billy boy? You want my big cut cock down your throat?" Billy nodded and opened his mouth eagerly. Dick stood up on his tip toes, his right hand still holding Billy's hair and milked his cock with his left hand, working up a big glob of pre-cum on the head of his cock. Billy kneeled lower, accommodating Dick's shorter stature and stuck his tongue out ready to accept Dick's generous helping of cock honey. Dick's hand started at the base of his cock, squeezing as hard as he could he worked his hand up to the head of his cock causing all of the clear dick fluid to build and then drip heavily onto Billy's waiting tongue like dew from a lily. Billy accepted gratefully and closed his mouth, rolling Dick's surprisingly sweet pre-cum around like when a wine aficionado tastes his first sip of a rare vintage, rolling it around on the tongue, letting all sections get an equal taste of the stuff. Dick stood there, cock in hand, waiting for Billy's reaction. Billy opened his eyes wide and smiled like a child who's been asked to lick the proverbial batter-covered spoon. Grabbing Dick's hips with both hands, Billy plunged Dick's now 8" penis right down his throat all at once, stuffing the big, veiny piece in, taking it to the pubes and gagging, tears leaking from his eyes. Billy realized that in his haste for cock, he'd forgotten to swallow it properly. Billy allowed Dick down the rest of his throat and Dick set about face fucking his wet dream come true, thinking only of dumping his cum deep inside of Billy, where Billy wanted it.
"Oh yeah, you little fuckin' bitch. You want that cock bad, don't you? Yeah, suck that fuckin' cock, cum slut. I know you want it. You want Dick's creamy load don't you? DON'T YOU?" Dick demanded. Billy's only response was to moan as loud as he could his agreement.
"OH FUCK! HUMMIN' ON MY COCK! YEAH!!!!" Dick said. AC could tell that Dick was going to cum soon; Dick's mouth always got REALLY filthy before a good load blow. Billy must have sensed this too, as he reached behind Dick and began tickling his tight pink asshole with his huge rough fingers. Dick emitted a high pitched squeal and then an animal growl as he grabbed Billy's head and buried it in his crotch, mashing Billy's face against his body.
"YEAH!! FUCK! I'm cumming! Yeah, YEAH! CUMMINGGGG!! Oh! Oh, oh, mmmmmmm, yeah....oh baby yeah!" Dick said, caressing the sides of Billy's face as Billy contentedly suckled at Dick's cock, drinking down every last drop with utter relish. Eventually Dick popped his dickhead out of Billy's mouth and brought Billy to his feet, nearly jumping up to Billy's mouth to give him a kiss and taste some of his own load. He licked Billy's mouth clean and they kissed again, more tenderly now.
"Oh shiiiIIIIIIIIIIT!" they heard AC scream, as AC shot a load over his head onto the wall and his face. This took Billy and Dick totally by surprise and had forgotten that AC was even there. AC was crazed, licking his face, wiping the cum on his face up with his finger and then eating that, then turned around and licked the cum off the wall, collapsing in an ecstatically exhausted heap on his bed.
"Holy fuck you guys, that was some of the hottest shit I have EVER seen!" AC said. Dick looked up at Billy, who looked down at him with tenderness. Dick kissed Billy on the cleft in his chin and then swatted him on the ass, walking over to sit on the bed next to AC.
"So...what does this all mean exactly?"
"I don't know. I didn't start this. Ask Billy," AC said. Dick looked at Billy.
"Well, all I know is that I've wanted you guys ever since summer training," Billy explained.
"Man, what was WITH that summer training anyway?" Dick wondered, looking at AC.
"And I would have approached you both sooner, but I didn't want to get in between boyfriends," Billy said.
"Oh, that's okay. We're not boyfriends!" AC announced cheerfully. Dick felt his stomach drop slightly.
"We're not?" Dick asked.
Bruce lay in his bed in his usual pair of black slacks and gray hoodie. The ceiling, beige as ever stared back at him, but he couldn't see the ceiling. His mind was engaged in other endeavors. There he saw Clark, entering his room, stripping off his shirt and flexing for Bruce. Bruce lifted his hoodie and pulled on his nipples, his thin, underdeveloped body shuddering with delight. Clark sauntered over to Bruce and turned around. He bent over and ran his hand through this legs to the waistband on the back of those blessed jeans and then pulled, ripping the jeans full away, revealing that magnificent ass clad only in a pair of tight, black boxer briefs. Bruce moaned as his hand traveled down to his pulsating 8" uncut boner jerking it a couple of times.
"Fuck yeah Clark, baby. Take it off for Daddy," Bruce mumbled.
"Bruce, it's time for, gasp!" he remembered his mother saying as she walked in on him playing with himself before dinner one night. The old tape played over and over, Bruce feeling the shame repeatedly as he'd always done since her death. He felt filthy, disgusting, less than human and entirely alone. Surely there was no other like he, who had lost so much and felt so much pain and was unable to let it go.
"Leave me alone," Bruce mumbled, curled on his side in a fetal position, rubbing his fists in his eyes, trying to rid his mind of the vision of his parents, their disapproving faces looking down on him.
"Leave me alone!" Bruce's voice got louder, but the vision kept repeating. He could almost hear whispering: 'disgusting', 'perversion', 'homosexu...'.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Bruce screamed, beating the sides of his head with his fists. Just then an explosion to his right nearly blew him off his bed. Clark had burst through his door and knocked it clean off its hinges, a look of confusion on his face.
"Bruce?" Clark asked, not sure if what he heard was Bruce screaming in pain.
All Bruce could do was cry. He didn't want to cry, not in front of Clark, not after what he'd imagined Clark doing.
"Bruce, a-are you alright?" Clark asked as he moved closer to Bruce, not sure what to do. Bruce body shook, racked with almost unbearable shame. He wasn't a man, he was less than that, a perversion, disgusting and impure. He didn't deserve to live and certainly didn't deserve attention from Clark Kent.
"Please don't," Bruce whispered into his pillow through sobs of torment.
"Don't what? Oh man, Bruce are you okay?" Clark asked and sat at the end of the bed, next to Bruce's feet. Bruce felt Clark's strong hand rubbing his back in circles, soothing him, comforting him. Bruce, who hadn't felt so loved in so long that he lost control and wailed, launched up and nearly choked Bruce by throwing his arms around Clark's neck, burying his face in Clark's muscular shoulder. Clark was a little shocked at first but then closed his eyes and wept along with Bruce, the pain so bitter that Clark could nearly taste it. Clark picked up Bruce easily and held him on his lap like a child, pressing Bruce's slight frame against his massive torso. Bruce wept and wept and wept as Clark began to rock him back and forth. It was a feeling of security and therein a feeling also of euphoric peace. Bruce KNEW he was safe with Clark, safe in his strong, capable arms the he had hardly known Clark for more than a few hours. Clark leaned over and plucked some Kleenex out of a box on Bruce's headboard and offered them to Bruce, who accepted gladly, wiping his face and dabbing at the moist 8 sq. inches of Clark's t-shirt. Bruce smiled weakly as he looked up into Clark's eyes, so blue and caring and then melted as Clark's mouth moved to his, licking the inside of his lips and kissing him hotly. Bruce's mouth and body surrendered to his protector, going limp in Clark's capable arms. They went slow at first, tasting, licking, wandering, their tongues dancing together. A single, sweet tear rolled down Bruce's face. Clark ended the kiss and then pulled back.
"You're crying again," Clark said.
"That's okay, it happens all the time. Happy, sad, scared, whenever."
"Which one are you now?"
"Honestly? Happy and scared," Bruce said.
"Why scared?" Clark said, hurt showing in his honest eyes.
"Aw, Clark no, it's not because of you," Bruce said, stroking Clark's face with his left hand.
"It's, it's because I'm just so messed up right now, ever since my parents died..."
"Your parents died?"
"Yeah, when I was younger."
"Me too," Clark said, sadly.
"Really? I thought you said your Ma came..."
"Well, I'm kind of adopted. I can't remember a whole bunch about my parents," Clark confessed.
"Neither can I, but what I do remember isn't good. Sometimes I can hear their voices or see their faces,"
"Really? Mine too!" Clark said, thinking that perhaps Bruce also had a crystal palace he'd visit to see his dead parents whose personalities were stored in a sophisticated alien computer system.
"The memories are what's killing me, and knowing that they're up there in heaven looking down on everything I do. I just am afraid I'm a disappointment to them," Bruce said, frowning. Without realizing it, Bruce had begun running his fingers around Clark's enormous chest. Embarrassed, Bruce went to take his hand away from Clark, but Clark moved faster and pressed Bruce's hand to his chest. Bruce could feel Clark's heart beating strong and measured.
"You've got to move on Bruce. Do you feel my heartbeat? Do you feel my chest, my warm body? This t-shirt, my hand, my warm skin? This, this is all real. You can feel it, touch it and taste it," he said and kissed Bruce deeply, with all his heart. Bruce whimpered.
"So nice," Bruce whispered to himself.
"Thanks. But ideas about your parents, old memories of them haunting you, their disembodied heads disapproving of you from heaven, these are all up here," Clark said, brushing Bruce's long, dark tresses from his face and pointing to his head.
"It doesn't help that you carry around her pearl necklace in your coat," Clark said. Bruce's eyes widened. Nobody knew about the pearls.
"H-how did you know?" Bruce asked.
"I'll explain that later. Bruce it's not healthy man. Just...not. If they were good parents, they wouldn't want this, they wouldn't want you in so much pain, would they?"
"I don't know. I hope not, but I can't really know," Bruce said, casting his eyes down. Clark lifted Bruce's face and their eyes met.
"Exactly. You can't know, but what you can know is that I'll be your friend; I'll be here for you no matter what. There's something about us, maybe it's because we have dead parents or whatever, but there IS something, you feel it too, right?"
Bruce couldn't deny it.
"Yeah, there IS something. But what is it?"
"I don't think that matters so much as that it's there and we both feel it," Clark said.
"I feel a lot of things right now. It's gonna take a long time to sort through them all. I just have so many problems, so many hang ups,"
"So do I, although I don't show them. You know what I'm afraid of?"
"No, what?"
"That nobody knows who I am and will never know," Clark said, his eyes glistening.
"Well, you can tell me," Bruce offered. Clark smiled.
"I'd love to let you in, it's just gonna take time. Now, besides the parents what kind of hang ups are you talking about?"
"Well, mostly it's a self image problem," Bruce admitted.
"Excuse me? Gorgeous dark haired man, what ARE you talking about?"
"Gorgeous?"
"You don't see it do you? I think you're hiding behind that dark hair. Is that all?"
"Well, no. My body too."
"What about your body?"
"It's just so tiny. Not short, but just skinny," Bruce said. Clark ran his warm hand up Bruce's hoodie and felt underneath. Not unlike his football coach, Bruce was covered in an animal pelt of dark, silken hair. Shivers ran down Bruce's spine as Clark fondled his chest.
"That's simple nutrition and fitness and I would be more than happy to help you with those. You don't end up looking like this by playing Command and Conquer every day," Clark said, looking from Bruce to the computer and then back to Bruce. Bruce scoffed and then laughed as he dug his hands into Clark's armpits and started tickling. Clark was off the bed in a flash and Bruce wound up in a confused heap on the floor. Getting back up, Bruce smiled. Superhunk has a ticklish spot. Waggling his fingers menacingly, Bruce laughed as he leapt towards Clark and nearly tackled him. Clark, however, stepped to the side easily, caught Bruce in his arms and tickled him mercilessly, Bruce squealing like a stuck pig. After a while, they collapsed on Bruce's bed still laughing, exhausted but happy.
"Happy," Bruce said.
"Huh?"
"I'm happy!"
"Awesome." Bruce stood up on the bed.
"Oh my gawd I'm HAPPY! Look at me, I'm happy! I haven't been happy in years! Look at this! Look at me smiling! I'm totally happy! You've made me so happy, Clark," Bruce said, lying back down on the bed with Clark. They got into a spoon position, with Clark on the back of course.
"No, Bruce I just helped you to realize that you could be and deserved to be happy. You can let yourself be happy. It's really, really okay," Clark said. Just then Clark's watch beeped.
"Oops! Time for the gym. Hey! You wanna come with me?" Clark asked. Bruce hesitated.
"Aw come on, Bruce. You wanna put some meat on those bones you've got to exercise, bud." Bruce hated to exercise, but decided that exercising with Clark Kent wouldn't be half bad. Or at all bad. Okay, it'd be the opposite of bad.
"I don't think I own any shorts," Bruce said.
"That's okay, I've got a pair you could wear, come on," Clark hauled Bruce out of his room, removing his skullcap and tossing it on the bed.
"You won't need that in the gym," he said as they entered Clark's room. Clark brought out a pair of black and gray shorts.
"You know, I never wear these? I don't even know where I got them," Clark said as he tossed the shorts to Bruce who gingerly stepped out of his slacks and into the shorts, careful not to reveal any of himself to Clark.
"Man you are swimmin' in those things. Well, once we get you bulked up, you'll fit 'em nicely," Clark said as he took off his jeans.
Bruce's jaw hit the floor.
AC looked at Dick, fear playing in his sea-blue eyes.
"Well...I, I don't know...are we?" AC asked back. Billy got up to leave.
"Maybe I should just..."
"SIT DOWN!" Dick and AC ordered. Billy sat down. AC and Dick turned back to look at each other.
"AC, my life has been so good since summer camp...I can't tell you how much fun I've had with you. You were my first you know," Dick said.
"Mine too," AC confessed. Dick continued.
"And though we've had a lot of sex with a lot of guys since then," Dick said a smile playing on his lips.
"Oh my gawd, the basketball team," AC said.
"I know," Dick said giggling. Then his face turned serious.
"I've had fun with you OUTSIDE of the bedroom and locker room and shower room and equipment cage too. Going to the beach, making fun of people in the mall, watching Will and Grace, going to see BETTE!" Dick said, grinning from ear to ear.
"Oh I know, I can't believe we saw her live,"
"I know. Me too. But I don't know where that puts us romantically. I really, really care about you. I would throw myself in front of a train for you," Dick said.
"I know, me too," AC said softly. Without realizing it, Dick and AC were holding hands and rubbing each other's fingers.
"But doesn't 'boyfriend' sound kind of serious for what this is? It seems deeper than that almost...but not. It's very strange."
"Yeah, it's like we're brothers, but not boyfriends. 'Boyfriends' almost sounds, like, stupid. Like it doesn't quite equal what we've got and also goes way beyond brothers," AC explained.
"Right. It's like...brothers but with sex. Brothers with benefits," Dick said, giggling a little. AC's face lit up.
"THAT'S IT! PERFECT! Brothers with benefits, that's exactly it!"
"Oh fucking shit! I forgot! I have to go work the desk. DAMMIT!" Dick said and flew out of the room. AC and Billy looked at each other. Dick rushed back in.
"Oh, and if you do anything between the time that I'm gone to work and come back?" Dick said his face stony. AC and Billy looked at Dick expectantly.
"Tape it," Dick finished, arching his eyebrows and smiling devilishly.
END OF CHAPTER 3
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