Little White Pills

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Chapter 31: "Piggy"

Cal spent most of his Sunday trying to get his homework done, but it was a brutal slog thanks to his brain's insistence on replaying the morning's events with Matt over and over. At times it felt like some weird dream--but then he'd imagine the taste of his buddy's warm cum flooding his mouth and he'd be rock hard instantly, reliving the moment. Or the feel of Matt's lean body posted against his afterwards--those memories just left him a confused swirl of emotions he din't know what to do with. He could remember a time just a few months ago when the suggestion that he'd go down on a guy would've ended in a fist fight, but that old life was feeling more and more like a dream. The stuff he did with Matt felt more solid the more they did. And the more they did the more he felt himself wanting it.

The nonstop sex dreams that resulted that night left him with a head that felt full of cotton: he wasn't even sure if he'd slept at all. That made the morning quiz even more torture than usual, and by the end Cal had broken a sweat despite the cool air in his bedroom. The images of guys sucking each other off kept mixing with his own experience and leaving his brain mush. Horny mush. So when sir asked his final question Cal didn't register it right away. A jolt to his ass brought him back to himself though, that was for fucking sure.

"Sorry sir, thank you for correcting me sir! I'm sorry sir, I didn't hear what you said!"

"I asked, boy, what you thought of sucking your buddy off yesterday."

"It...was fine, sir." Shit: he couldn't pretend he'd hated it, but what would he have to do next if he admitted how much he'd liked it?

"Just 'fine,' boy?"

"I...liked it. sir."

"'Liked it,' huh?" Suddenly a video window popped up, obviously taken from Matt's computer camera, showing him blissing out as he gobbled Matt's knob down. God, did I really look like that? Shit...he could remember every detail, and it was worse torture than the porno he'd just reviewed. He was going to get an epic case of blue balls if he didn't nut soon. "How much did you 'like it' boy?"

"A lot sir," he admitted.

"Do you want to do it again?" On the screen he was bobbing up and down as Matt pumped a load into his mouth. He was grinding his ass as he did, and making noises....

"Yeah." He swallowed. "Yes sir."

"Do you want to do better next time?"

"Better, sir?" Matt sure hadn't complained.

"Learn how to take him all the way in without gagging? Swallow his load? Make him come even harder? Learn how to take a really fat cock all the way down your throat?"

Cal didn't think he really needed to get better: if anything Matt hadn't lasted long enough. But then he thought about the last question, and how he'd struggled to get Bryan's schlong in his mouth without raking him. "Yeah, okay. Yes sir."

"Good, practice starts tomorrow morning." The screen went blank.

"Oh shiiit," Cal groaned. Twenty-four hours was gonna be a long time to wait until he had Matt back in his mouth again, but he could do it.

He didn't say anything to Matt during class or over lunch, but he didn't keep a poker face either: more than once Matt looked at him and just said "What?", but Cal just shook his head. Even after everything that they'd done, he couldn't bring himself to say "Dude, can't wait to suck your dick." Just, no. Even if it was true. FML, he thought, it is true. Mostly. Kinda. Mostly.

He forced himself to hit the library the rest of the afternoon; his concentration was shitty but he at least got some work done on the group project, plus a couple of papers, plus some studying for midterms. If he wanted to get his dad to pick up the tab for another year so he could get his Masters he needed to keep his grades up. And after these last couple of months the idea of moving back to Midland so he could work with his dad had gotten a lot less appealing.

When he got home he was surprised to see a package on his front step. He hadn't ordered anything from Amazon, and no return address... He walked into his condo and got out of his coat, wondering what it was.

He should've known, he thought once he opened it. Inside was a perfect replica of a nice-sized circumcised cock, complete with balls, stuck on a cylindrical base Every detail looked exactly like the real thing, right down to the skin texture and even the piss slit, except for the silvery traces running over the otherwise flesh-toned surface. He knew where he'd seen those marks before: there were some decorating the toy his ass right now, where they'd been tickling him on and off nearly every day for the last several weeks. Even a couple weeks ago he would've been pissed, or freaking out about what crazy shit he'd have to do next, but now he realized he just felt curious. After having a couple different dicks in his mouth, and not dropping dead, a new sex toy wasn't really all that scary. And it was really lifelike too: not as fat as Bryan's, and not as long as Matt's (or uncut), but in between--although it had a slight bend up that neither of them did. And it wasn't a solid piece: the "skin" on the shaft moved a little when he slid his finger along it, just like the real thing, and the head had the same spongy feel he recognized. He rubbed his fingers over it, lightly stroking its length. Yeah, it did feel pretty real...he realized he was starting to chub up and quickly set it down, which was when he noticed the printed note in the box. "Go to app on phone. Follow instructions."

He'd nearly forgotten about that thing. The "security experts" his PI had hired had never figured out much about it or how to turn it off; even the factory reset he'd tried early on hadn't worked. And once he'd been reminded (painfully) not to mess with it, he'd given up; it didn't have anything for him to do anyway except pop up that text window from time to time. But now when he opened it there was a menu item labeled "Pair New Device." And sure enough, when he tapped it he got an icon with one option: "Training Tool 6.7." When he selected it there was a pause, and then his wrist bracelets made a little beep like they had when he put them on. God, he'd gotten so used to them he'd forgotten they were even there. Great, he thought, just great. But nothing else happened, so after a minute he decided to ignore it and fix some dinner. Another hour of work and he could knock off and pour himself a drink. He'd sure as shit earned it. He put the "training tool" in his bedside table drawer and out of his mind. Mostly.

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Tuesday's prep was the usual routine--a lot easier these days with so much less to shave--but Cal couldn't help wondering what sir had planned for him with this new thing. By 7:50 Matt hadn't shown up though, so it looked like he wasn't going to practice on a real dick. He pulled the fake one out and lay on his bed, studying it while he waited for his inspection. The butt plug had been doing its thing for a few minutes now and he was already good and hard as he ran his fingers along the shaft. (Latex? Silicone? Something else? He had no idea.) It sure felt real: even the scrotum wasn't a solid piece: it moved a bit, and felt like there were real nuts in there. When he rolled them around a bit they felt an awful lot like Matt's had. He let out a soft grunt, barely noticing as the stim in his ass increased a little. This is just so weird, he thought as he played with it some more. When he gripped the cylindrical base in his left hand it looked just like some sort of levitating cock hanging there in the air. He gave it a little stroke with his right hand, just like when he'd gone down on Matt, and shook his head at the realistic feel. Weird as fuck. But it was also making him horny, reminding him of his encounters with the real thing, and he started jacking it slowly as all those images came back, imagining it was Matt. Or maybe Bryan. Or...was it actually leaking? It looked like there was a bit of liquid at the piss slit. He was about to take a closer look when he saw the time: 7:59. Oh shit. He dropped the dildo and hopped up, assuming the inspection position just as the clock hit 8:00.

His inspection went fine--he'd learned very quickly how to pass those. Nothing like an electrode in your ass to make you pay attention, he thought. When it was over he stood back in his usual position, hands clasped behind his head, and waited for the daily video to begin. Looked forward to it a little, really: it was the closest he was going to get to an orgasm for a while, and he'd learned to appreciate the sight of a couple of hot guys (or more) fucking. His dick was stiff in anticipation, and he couldn't resist clenching his asshole around the butt plug a little bit.

"Ready for your training boy?"

"Yes sir." Cal stood a little straighter.

"Good. I see you followed your instructions yesterday, so go get your new toy."

"Yes sir." Cal reached behind him and grabbed it off the bed, unsure what to do next.

"On your knees." Cal obeyed. "Good boy." The probe throbbed a little and Cal's dick twitched from the stimulation; he was already leaking. "We'll start slow today, with you on your knees since you liked sucking the tall boy's cock like that way." Cal's face flushed with automatic embarrassment, but the movie clip of him going down on Matt was already playing in his head. "Your assignment today is to get the training tool all the way into your mouth, down to the base, and hold it there without gagging. You will stay on your knees until you master this skill."

Cal swallowed. He hadn't gotten much more than half of Matt's cock in his mouth the other day--he'd definitely had two or three fingers wrapped around the base when the tall jock had shot his load. And it'd been a struggle getting that much in. But what choice did he have? He held the fake dick up in front of his face for a minute, eyeing it, then took a deep breath and put the head in his mouth.

As soon as he did the plug in his ass started flexing and squirming, and Cal's eyes slid closed in pleasure. "Mmmmm...." Maybe this wouldn't be that bad. He slid more of it in until the head was resting against the back of his mouth. He paused there, letting himself get used to it, while slow waves of pleasure spread through his groin. He instinctively added some suction and the pleasure increased; he grabbed one nipple with his right hand and pinched hard until he moaned again. The distraction relaxed him a bit, and he was able to work the head a bit deeper into his mouth. With his eyes closed he was keenly aware of the sensations in his mouth: the way it filled him up, and how it felt agains his lips and tongue. It even had a familiar taste now, salty-sweet and kind of meaty--like precum, he suddenly realized. He slid it back out an inch or two, enough to tongue the piss slit, and sure enough: it really did feel like something was leaking out. Whatever it was, it seemed to help: when he slid it back in he got farther before his gag reflex started to kick in. And the sensation of the dick sliding around his mouth was starting to be nice too. Not like what the butt plug was doing to him--that shit was intense--but it still felt good, like when Matt was running his hands over his chest. He braced his left hand against the back of the desk chair in front of him so that the training toy was steady at eye level, and then began bobbing up and down, savoring the sensation. If he kept his eyes closed it was easy to imagine it was the real thing again, and that soon he'd get another load of sperm down his throat. The thought got his engine revving up even more, and each time he dipped down he concentrated on getting the head deeper. His cock and balls were throbbing in pleasure in time with his ass and the thrusts into his mouth, and he barely noticed the noises he was making.

He was so focused on what he was feeling and doing that it didn't register when he felt something on his jaw. The plastic dick was buried deep in his throat at that point, and he shook his head from side to side trying to work it in farther, when he heard a chime from his computer and suddenly the sensation in his ass cut off. He made a frustrated growl, and then finally realized that the fake balls were pressed up good against his chin; if he'd been sucking a real dick his nose would be deep in someone's pubes by now. A picture of Bryan's red crotch fur flashed through his head.

"Good job boy. You can stop now."

Cal let the training tool slide from his mouth. He realized he was breathing heavily and had drool covering his chin that needed wiping off.

"You're going to be a great cocksucker boy, I can tell." There was a pause--Cal's cue, he suddenly realized.

"Uh, thank you sir." There was no way he wanted "great cocksucker" to be what he was known for, no matter how hot it might be every now and then.

The voice laughed. "Don't worry boy, you'll learn to like it even more than you already do--think about how much your friends will love it. Be ready for more training tomorrow." With that the screen went dark, leaving Cal alone with his hard dick and his swirling thoughts.

He wasn't good for shit the rest of the day: his brain kept spinning out scenarios left and right every time he tried to concentrate. Replays of the morning session. Sucking on the real thing, first Matt, then Bryan, then Matt again. His dad screaming at him. The Sigma Nu brothers lining up for him to suck off (yeah, right). Getting kicked out of the frat. Trying to fit Matt _and Bryan into his mouth at once. Getting disowned by his family and living in his truck. Moving to Australia so his dad would never know. Bryan's hands on his head as Cal tried to swallow his load...on and on.

Finally he threw in the towel and hit the gym. Even that wasn't completely safe: in the middle of his last squat set a totally jacked guy walked by in front of him, well-hung and obviously going commando, and Cal barely finished the set he was so busy imagining how he would fit that thing in his mouth. The butt plug chose that moment to give him a random love tap, and he bit his lip in frustration. He finished his workout, but it seemed like everywhere he looked there was a dick waiting to be sucked; it was a constant struggle not to bone up. Once again he cursed the fucker who wouldn't even let him rub one out to relieve the tension, and when he left the gym he was in a pissy mood.

He got home and showered, trying to decide what to do next as he toweled off. His dick refused to go down all the way, and now that he was home he didn't give a fuck anyway. He was caught up enough on his school shit that he could slack off. Fuck it, he thought as he padded into his bedroom, I'll just get hammered and watch some Netflix.

But as he headed to the dresser to grab some clean briefs he caught sight of the half-opened bedside table drawer. Where the training toy was. That fucking thing, he thought. But he found himself drawn to it anyway. He pulled it out and sat down on the bed, looking at it. Damned if it didn't look almost as real as his own, he thought. He gripped it and gave a tug; it really did feel like he was stroking someone else's. As he compared the sensation to his memories his dick began swelling, but his attention was on the dildo. Had it really leaked something while he was sucking on it? There was room in it to hold something, he supposed. He ran his index finger over the head, sliding it across the fake piss slit; it looked awfully real. And it felt like there was a little moisture there. He put the tip to his lips and flicked it with his tongue; he wasn't sure, but he thought he could taste something.

Yeah, a little maybe. He pushed the glans a little ways into his mouth so he could get some suction, and then tried slurping on it while he probed the tip with his tongue. As he did, the other probe in his ass gave a pleasurable twitch that made Cal instinctively grind his hips on the bedspread a bit. Damn did that feel good, even if it drove him nuts. He made a soft moan, and without even thinking he took more of the shaft into his mouth, and the movement in his ass increased just the way he'd learned to like. He lay back on the bed and slid the shaft in further, whimpering as his prostate was rubbed and pressed. God, this was like blowing Bryan, he thought. He closed his eyes and slid the shaft in and out of his mouth, imagining the stocky deliveryman was straddling his face, thick legs pressed against his ribs, furry balls brushing his chin, and that fat cock sliding down his throat. He slurped on the shaft in his mouth even harder, relishing how good it felt sliding in and out. He was grinding his hips in time with the anal probe's stimulation, sucking the training toy as he did. As he took it deeper he felt himself getting more relaxed and into it, almost like he was picking up a little buzz. Fuck this is hot, he thought, I could do this anytime. But it would be better would be if he had the real thing he realized: Bryan's meaty shaft prying his mouth open, while Matt sucked him off: his warm mouth sliding up and down Cal's cock, while his fingers rubbed Cal's balls... Cal slid his right hand down his body, imagining it. His forearm grazed his dripping shaft, but he didn't dare touch it. Instead he imagined Matt's other finger, sliding over his balls, circling around them and then underneath, rubbing his taint. Cal moaned and sucked harder, barely noticing he'd taken the whole shaft in his mouth again. He could practically taste Bryan's meat. His finger rubbed along the little ridge of skin leading from his balls to his asshole, pressing, and he could feel the surge of precum rise up his shaft; a couple seconds later a warm glob of cum dripped onto his abs. He didn't dare do that again, but he did slide his fingers lower, until they hit the plastic rim of the butt plug. He remembered the first time he and Matt had done anything--God, he'd been so fuckin' horny!--and the intense orgasm he'd had when Matt had played with the toy in his ass. Cal grabbed the base of his and started wiggling it around like Matt had, and arched his back in pleasure. He pulled the fake dick out of his mouth, able to picture it perfectly even with his eyes open.

"Oh God, buddy, that's fuckin' it!" he whispered, "Suck my dick Matt! Play with my ass!" He slid the fake cock back in his mouth and continued grinding his fingers against the butt plug, trembling as he edged himself. The sensations in his ass were getting dangerously strong, and he forced himself to stop working the plug. He didn't want to stop completely though, so he just circled his fingers around the plug's base, pressing and sliding. His index finger slid under the base's edge, and he twitched as it slid over the tender flesh at the edge of his hole. The deep stimulation up inside him felt as good as ever, but the tickling sensation at his pucker was hot in a whole new way. He'd seen more than one video of a guy getting his ass played with, but until now he hadn't thought about doing it himself. But shit, it was really turning him on beyond just feeling nice. God, what if Matt did that to him? Touched him there, not just the butt plug, but fingering his hole?

He let the training tool flop out of his mouth as he concentrated on this new sensation. "Yeah, just like that Matt," he whispered as he explored this new terrain. Spreading his legs made it a little easier to get in there, and his breathing was picking up again as he teased himself. There was a pool of precum on his belly smeared out to the size of a silver dollar now, and his nipples were two stiff nubs. Without bothering to think about it he rubbed the tip of the fake cock head over one. It was only a little extra stimulation, but it was hot as hell--he'd never let himself go and just be a total slut in bed like this. But hey, he was just jerking off (sort of), so whatever: it didn't really count. He slid the saliva-wet tip to the other nipple and rubbed it on that one, fascinated at the sight of a cock gliding over his chest. When he was extra-horny, like now, he enjoyed rubbing his free hand over his body while he jerked off, but this time he used the dildo instead. It was so weird---but he couldn't resist tracing it over his pecs, and then down to his abs. The head picked up the spunk on his belly and smeared it around, and Cal took a minute to suck it clean before resuming its path over his torso, trending lower. He rubbed it along the side of his groin, bumping into the cropped patch of pubic hair he was allowed to keep, and then up along the shaft of his cock. Lightly--God, he was close!--but he could easily imagine it was the real thing, and that he and Matt were sword fighting with no jeans between their hard-ons this time. He ran the training cock up and down against his own a few more times, imagining, and then for kicks slid it over his balls. They were pulled up tight, and it felt good to have the dildo rubbing over them; he gave a little grunt as they did. Why not lower? he thought. He was already there, after all. He slid the shaft past his balls and let it glide over his taint while his other hand continued to poke around the edge of his hole. The dildo was aimed down instead of up like it would be if Matt were there for real, but he still enjoyed the sensation of the wet cylinder gliding over his flesh, and he could easily imagine the real thing in its place. Or a thicker, hairier one: suddenly his brain swapped Bryan into position, his fatty humping into Cal's crotch. "Oh Jesus," he breathed, trembling at the thought. Either one. "Bryan. Dude." He slid the shaft across his tight balls, tickling his taint as it went. "Maaaatt. Uuuuuhhh..." This was torture, but he didn't want it to stop.

A minute or two later he got some relief at least: his butt plug ramped down and finally stopped teasing him, and he was able to get his shit in order. Sort of. He was covered in sweat, and his whole body ached from the lack of orgasm, but he didn't feel like he was going to lose his shit if he didn't get off. But it took a few minutes before he was ready to put the training dildo back in his bedside table and close the drawer, and then he tossed and turned until 2 a.m. before he got to sleep--he didn't dare hit the bottle like he'd planned, or who knew what would happen.

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Wednesday's morning video had been more on blowjob techniques. He'd picked up a couple of new ideas that had left him torqued up the rest of the day, but he'd gotten so used to being half-hard all the time that he was almost used to it. He might've spent the day bouncing between differential equations and thoughts of guys' dicks if it hadn't been for a stop at the west campus food truck late Wednesday. He'd been standing in line, thinking about a CivE homework question he couldn't quite figure out, when he'd noticed the guy in front of him. He was wearing a hoodie under his puffy vest, so Cal couldn't see his face from behind, but he was obviously built, and Cal found himself checking out the guy's ass. A few weeks ago that would've freaked him out, but he'd done it so many times now he barely even noticed: it was just a thing he did, just like he used to check out a nice pair of tits--it'd been forever since he'd done that, he realized with a start. But then his eyes drifted back to the rounded glutes filling out the jeans in front of him. And it was a fine ass.... He didn't bother fighting his instincts, just enjoyed the view.

Until the guy turned around with his paper sack of meatball subs in one hand, and their eyes locked. They guy had short black hair, dark eyes, and a lean but boyish face that spelled out "gym time." He was also the guy Cal had tried to pick a fight with a few months ago--until he'd gotten his ass kicked. Hard. They both froze in mutual recognition for a second, and Cal could feel his face flushing. Those Facebook posts from a couple of weeks ago came flooding back, and suddenly he felt a foot tall.

"Umm..hey." And that was all his brain could come up with.

The guy flinched, then stiffened. "Go ahead and order." He looked miserable, but ready to stand his ground if shit went down. His boyfriend was nowhere in sight, Cal noticed.

He took a deep breath. Be cool, he thought, do better. He followed the guy towards the back of the line and grabbed his down jacket. "Hey!"

"What?!!" Gym dude spun around, his face red.

"Dude, chill! Jesus!" That hadn't helped much. "I--fuck! I'm sorry man. I'm sorry about...that whole thing. At the party. December." There, he'd said it.

"The...THING?" Dude was not taking this well. Fuck. "You...you freakin' outed me AND my boyfriend in front of everyone! My parents have no clue! Not a...fuckin' clue about me!" His voice was low, but Cal suddenly realized that if they started mixing it up he might not come out ahead. At all. This guy was so, so pissed. "Do you have any idea what you did? What might happen to me?!!!"

That last comment was a punch to the gut; Cal froze. "Yeah. I mean, no. I didn't. Fuck! What can I say dude? I'm a moron." Let's drop this, he prayed.

"Yeah, and what am I gonna do? You think my parents will keep paying my tuition if they know I'm 'a fag?'" he stabbed air quotes at Cal. "But you'll be fine, your daddy'll take care of you, won't he?!!" He spat the last bit out.

Cal could almost feel himself shrinking. "Maybe he will. Maybe he won't. You don't know." That was a fucking pussy answer and he knew it.

Hoodie guy's voice was bitter and resigned. "Yeah I do. Rich boys like you, someone'll always look out for you, no worries. It's not like you're the one sleeping with guys."

Cal froze, and the instant he did he knew it was a mistake. This guy was hardly looking at him, but somehow he knew. Thank God they'd moved away from the food truck line while they were talking.

"You are," he breathed, "holy shit. You are."

Cal's mind locked down. He wanted to say NO, but the memory of last night's fantasy rose up, and he knew he couldn't lie his way out of this one. But he couldn't bring himself to say anything--shit, saying anything to Matt was a struggle--so he just stood there like a complete loser.

"Jesus, you're into dudes! Then... what? What is wrong with you?! Why did you have to fuck with us?" His voice was rising. "My boyfriend--oh my God--he went to the mat for me because of you! Why?!--why were you such a--a fuckin' DICK?!!' People were starting to look a bit. Not bad, but Cal tugged him away from the line, a little more out of earshot. He hoped. At the same time he could feel his face burning: he felt about 2" tall.

"I dunno," Cal mumbled. He felt awful, but he wasn't about to spill his whole fucked-up life story to this guy. But he did owe him something. "I really don't. And I'm sorry about everything: about you, and your boyfriend, and your fucked-up folks, and--" he wiped his eyes briefly, "and, look, I'm just trying to say I'm sorry, okay? Can you just let it go? Jesus! I fucked up, okay?" For fuck's sake, he felt like shit--couldn't this guy just drop it? His chest felt like someone had wrapped a steel band around it. "I fucked up!" he cried out.

The two of them faced each other for a minute, both breathing heavily, and then the other guy's expression softened, just a little. "Okay, okay, man...." He took a deep breath in and let it out, obviously forcing himself to calm down. "It all worked out anyway, or mostly at least. Fine. As long as you're not messing with anyone else."

"No!" Not lately, a part of him snuck in, "no."

"Okay." Another deep breath. "Well...thanks for saying something I guess."

Cal shrugged. "I kinda owed you. So...thanks for being cool."

"Sure."

Cal was never sure what made him do it, but he stuck out his hand. "I'm Cal. And I'm an asshole. A complete fucking asshole. Sorry."

The guy with the meatball subs smiled a little despite himself. "Okay then. I'm Chris." And they shook. There was an awkward pause. "Well, I gotta get these home before they get cold." He lifted his brown sack. "Boyfriend's waiting." There was a little edge to that last bit, and he was watching Cal carefully for some reaction as he said it.

"Yeah, sure." Cal moved out of his way. "Sorry again." It didn't feel so bad saying it now.

Chris shrugged. "Bygones. Thanks for saying something though. And don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Cal opened his mouth to ask if that included the boyfriend, then thought better of it. "Thanks. See ya."

"'Bye." And with that Chris was gone. Cal got back into line; he had a lot to think about while he waited.

When he woke up the next morning he was in a good mood for some reason. He had some vague memory of a dream...but it was already fading away as his alarm dragged him awake. Time for the morning drill. He sighed: he was gonna have to shave his chest today along with the rest of it.

But he knew what he was doing now after weeks of practice, and inspection was a breeze. The butt plug hadn't fired up yet this morning for whatever reason, but he was still half-hard in anticipation. When the laptop screen lit up he sucked in his breath. "Oh shit," he breathed.

It was Matt. He was on his hands and knees, head towards the camera, naked. His hands were just gripping the edge of the bed, and he was holding the base of a dildo that looked just like the one Cal had gotten. Cal couldn't tell if it was a live video or a recording, but his dick didn't care: it inflated like someone had attached it to a compressor.

The computer voice spoke to Matt. "Are you ready to show me how good a cocksucker you are boy?"

"Yes sir," Matt nodded vigorously.

"Yes, you are ready. You're rock hard just thinking about it aren't you?"

"Yes sir." Matt wetted his lips a little.

"Good. I want you to imagine the other little boy is here, and this is his dick. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes sir." Another vigorous nod. Cal noticed Matt's face was flushed.

"Good boy. Now show me how you'd make him happy. Begin."

Looking right at the camera Matt leaned forward and stuck out his tongue, then ran the tip from the ball sack up to the piss slit at the top. Cal bit his lip at the sight, and felt a twinge in his shaft that said a drop of precum had just leaked out. When Matt closed his lips around the glans and began working his mouth over it Cal couldn't help making a little noise. Oh my God, he thought over and over. Oh my fucking God. Matt made a whimper in the back of his throat and his eyes fluttered shut. As he swallowed the shaft he started rocking his hips, and Cal knew he was getting his ass worked over to reward him for his sucking.

Matt bobbed up and down, his dark eyes closed in concentration. His cheeks were pulled in from sucking hard on the training toy, and he took his time letting each millimeter of shaft slide past his lips. Cal could feel a trickle of sweat slide down his side as he imagined himself on the receiving end of Matt's attention, and when the tall jock started slowly grinding his ass in time to his sucking Cal let out a hoarse "Jesus..." It didn't take long for Matt to work the whole shaft into his mouth, and when his lips bumped up against the fake balls he gave a low moan as he was rewarded. Cal could feel himself leaking nonstop even without anything from his butt plug going on--he didn't need it with the show Matt was putting on for him. "Suck it buddy...suck me dry," he chanted, "fuck yeah, Matt, you feel so good, yeah...." He could feel his knees shaking from the adrenaline surge, and his cock ached.

On screen Matt let the cock slide out of his mouth, then began running his lips and tongue up one side and down the other. He took a minute to tongue the fake balls, and the sight make Cal think back to his fantasy from the other night with his own toy--this was ten times hotter. But the cherry on the sundae was when Matt opened his eyes, looked right at the camera, and in a husky voice said "Come in my mouth." He closed his mouth around the glans and obviously swirled his tongue around it, then swallowed the whole shaft in one long, slow motion without breaking his gaze. Cal whimpered--if the butt plug had so much as twitched right then he would've lost it. As it was he felt another twinge in his groin, and when he flexed his dick a stream of cloudy juice appeared at the piss slit before sliding down his shaft. It wasn't quite an orgasm, but there was enough to leave a thick trail all the way to the base of his balls; he could feel a drop forming up down there. Then the screen went blank and he let out a sigh of frustration and relief. His balls were aching and he was going to have to take another (cold) shower, and he knew he'd be replaying that morning's video in his head all goddamn day. Good thing he could wear a loose sweatshirt, he thought, he was going to be hard for the next few hours--if he was lucky.

The one thing that saved him from going crazy all day was the meeting that night with Hannah, Rog, and (don't think about it!) Matt: he was supposed to have a rough draft of his part of the project sketched out, and the other three were counting on him not to fuck up so they could really get going on their parts. He definitely didn't want to fuck Matt over, and the other two were pretty cool too. Hannah was a power nerd girl, but actually kind of fun in a bossy sister sort of way, and if she knew what some of the other women on campus had said about him she didn't give him shit. Well, maybe a little--but she also kind of laughed about it too, and Cal couldn't really get mad at her when she called him out on something. Which was kind of a new thing for him, now that he thought about it. Then he gave a mental shrug and got back to researching early fracking technology in the 80s.

His work paid off, because when he showed up at Hannah's that night she told him it looked pretty good. Roger too, but he was kind of riding her coattails on this whole thing and probably would've been happy with anything. But most important, Matt liked it. "It's good shit man," he said around a mouthful of pizza. Cal felt his face brighten up a little.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. This makes my part, like, way easier." Matt nodded, then flashed him a thumbs-up and a big smile, and Cal couldn't help smiling back.

"Great."

Roger was oblivious, googling some additional info he wanted, but Hannah looked back and forth at the two of them with one eyebrow raised. "Okay, if you two are done hugging it out?.." and they got back to work. Mostly, anyway. Matt's thigh kept bumping into his under the table, and every time it happened Cal would remember the morning's film and get hard all over again. Somehow he kept his game face on though, until finally at midnight they all decided to call it.

"Fuck me, I am NOT ready for that MatSci quiz tomorrow," Roger groaned as he packed his laptop and notes into his book bag.

"Nah, it got cancelled man: he moved it to Monday," Cal said.

"What?!! YES!!" Roger pumped his fist and grabbed Cal in a bear hug. "You saved me dude!" Cal froze at the unexpected burst of enthusiasm, then relaxed into it.

"Okay Rog, glad to help." Some weird impulse took over and he ruffled his study partner's thinning blond hair, like in an old sitcom or something. "I can email you my notes if you want."

"Nah, I've got some. I've just gotta study them is all. At least I won't be pulling an all-nighter." He pulled on his winter gear and headed out into the sleet. "Later!"

"Hey Cal...would you mind giving me a ride?" Hannah looked at him hopefully. "My boyfriend's place is off campus a bit and I really don't want to walk by myself in this."

"Yeah sure, where does he live?" Cal hoped it wasn't on the other side of the earth.

"In those Zinfandel Apartments? Off Buffalo?" She brushed her long brown hair out of her eyes, studying his reaction.

That wasn't too far out of his way. "Sure, okay."

"I know it's a little out of your way, but since you were probably going to give Matt a ride it wouldn't be too bad?" Cal nodded. "Great, thanks! Two minutes, I promise." She darted into her bedroom, and Cal and Matt shared a shrug. Easy enough.

Less than 15 minutes later they let Hannah out at the apartments, sprinting through the sleet with her duffel bag held over her head. "'Bye guys!" she shouted.

Cal and Matt shared a bemused glance. "Well I guess you're giving me a ride home, huh?"

"Guess I am." Cal raised his eyebrows and smiled as he threw his F150 into reverse.

"You think she's onto us?" Matt asked as they waited at a light.

"Huh? Nah! No way." Cal shook his head.

"She seemed pretty sure you'd give me a ride."

"Well you are kinda on my way. And it's a shitty night to walk from the other side of campus."

"I guess. She was just kinda looking at us a couple of times...I thought maybe she saw something."

"We were cool. I mean, you know, where anyone could see." A little bit of footsie didn't count, right?

Matt shrugged. "Yeah, true...whatever, it's fine." He gave himself a little shake, and the brooding look on his face went away. "Anyway, she's a cool chick, she'd keep her mouth shut. And nobody else has a clue, I'm sure of that."

"Um, about that...." Cal turned left, then cursed as his rear wheels started to break loose. The salt trucks hadn't made it over here yet, and he'd have to drop his speed if he didn't want to fuck up his truck. His dad would give him a serious ass chewing over that--not that he generally needed an excuse.

"What 'about that?'" Matt asked. He didn't sound angry, just curious, so Cal told him about his encounter with Chris at the food truck the day before.

"Damn boy, that's some personal growth right there!" Matt punched him on the shoulder.

"You're not worried he's gonna say something?"

Matt shrugged. "He might. Maybe if you'd been an asshole. Like usual." Cal glanced over, but Matt was grinning. "But it sounds like he was pretty cool about it. Nothing we can do about it anyway. It's our friend on the computer that has us by the nuts. He's the one who can fuck with our shit." On that cheery note they both stopped talking, until Cal rolled up in front of Matt's apartment a few minutes later.

"Welp, here you go."

"Yep." Matt grabbed his backpack, then paused. "So, you wanna come in?"

"Like, for a drink?" Cal wanted to say yes, but it was getting late, and there were no skip days for inspection.

"Yeah, sure. Or, you know, we could just hang. Or whatever." Matt shifted a bit in his seat. It was hard to see his face, but he seemed kind of uncomfortable.

"Ahhh..." Matt's face fell, just a little, and that did it. If he really had been casual about the whole thing Cal would've listened to the voice telling him to just go home. But weird as it seemed, it looked like Matt was into him, and he had to admit he wanted it just as much, maybe even more. It was just hard to say it still. "Sure." Or not, it turned out.

"Cool."

Cal killed the engine and grabbed his bag to follow Matt's tall frame through the dark, his stomach doing somersaults. Sure, they'd done stuff, and they'd sucked face just last week, but that was all sorta-kinda accidental. This was different: something about being _invited in said it wasn't just a random hookup like he'd always done. Stone cold sober was a bit of a break for him too, actually. Before he could think anymore about it they were at the door and Matt was letting him in, turning on the lights to the small one-bedroom apartment's living room.

"Want a beer?"

"Sure." Cal peeled off his jacket and kicked off his wet shoes, then flopped on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. He turned on the TV and was channel surfing when Matt brought a couple of Coors Lights over and handed him one.

"Shit, I can't believe you like this stuff bro." It was an ongoing topic, and didn't stop Cal from popping his can open.

"Yeah well, daddy won't buy me the fancy German shit you like, so suck it up princess." Matt sat down to his right, not snuggling, but a lot closer than any of the Sigma Nu brothers would've been. When he leaned back his feet just barely touched Cal's, and his arm draped over the back of the couch could've touched Cal's shoulder.

Cal took a long swallow; it wasn't that bad really, but he'd given Matt shit about it for too long to back down now. "You know you'd suck that teat dry the second you had a chance, bigfoot." He nudged Matt's size 13s with his own much smaller foot--size 10 was big enough. Although the big feet did look kinda sexy on Matt's tall frame....

Matt eyed where their socks were touching and gave a sly smile before looking away. "That's not the only thing," he muttered, and took a long pull of his own.

"Yeah?" Cal swallowed a few more gulps. "WHAT ELSE MATHEW?" he belched. Matt doubled over laughing, convulsing with his hand over his mouth as he tried to keep the beer in. It was an epic fail, and foam sprayed out of his mouth and ran down his chin onto his sweatshirt and jeans. His face turned red as he choked, still laughing. Cal joined in, without the spillage part.

It took a solid couple of minutes for Matt to settle down and wipe his face off. "You asshole," he laughed, "I just washed these."

Cal shook his head, grinning. "Sorry man, it just happened." He tossed down the rest of the can. "I couldn't. Resist," he belched.

Matt snorted, but this time he didn't have a mouthful of beer so it went a lot better. "Why did I even invite you over?" He shook his head and took another swig.

The beersplosion had broken the tension, and Cal didn't feel nervous anymore. "I dunno, why?" He put his hand on Matt's thigh.

Matt looked at it for a second, then finished his own beer in a few quick swallows and dropped the can on the floor. One corner of his mouth lifted up. "You know why, jackass." He reached over with his right hand and put it over Cal's, guiding it up until it was laying on the bulge in his crotch. Cal gave it a squeeze and felt Matt flex back. "Hope you're happy: you got it all wet."

"Not just you." Cal ran his thumb up and down, feeling Matt's balls shifting under the thick fabric.

"Oh yeah?" Matt's fingertips brushed the back of Cal's neck and he shivered; he was rock hard inside his jeans.

"Yeah. Been leakin' all day." He leaned back into the fingertips, and Matt started rubbing the base of his skull. Fuck was that sexy, he thought.

Matt scooted closer and laid his calves over Cal's; their sides were pressed together now. "Damn, what got you going all of a sudden?" he breathed.

Cal was too horny to bother being cautious, and from the way Matt was grinding back against his palm he didn't think he'd care anyway. He turned his torso so he could put one arm behind Matt's head. "Saw a video of you."

Matt's eyes widened and his face turned red; he swallowed. "Yeah?..."

"You were sucking on a rubber dick."

Matt's face got even redder, but he was still hard as hell Cal noticed. "Yeah..."

Cal leaned in. His voice was a little hoarse too. "You were pretending it was me." Matt froze, but Cal pulled him in and pressed their lips together briefly. "It was hot as fuck," he breathed, and then his mouth was back on Matt's and his tongue was pushing into his friend's mouth. Cal tasted beer and then Matt's tongue was pushing into his mouth while his hand matched Cal's grip on the back of his head, and they were pulling each other together, hungry mouth to hungry mouth. Cal growled and leaned forward, wanting to feel Matt's body against his. His hand slid up from the lean jock's groin to slide under the damp sweatshirt and tee, over the hard stomach with it's faint feel of stubble, and then up to one hard pec. Cal found the nipple, and thanks to multiple quizzes thought to pinch it lightly between his thumb and finger and roll it. Matt sighed and leaned back, pulling Cal on top of him. They were both half off the couch, Matt more than him, and Cal swung around until he could lie more comfortably. Matt was warm and muscular and flexing under him in a way that Cal would never have appreciated last year, but now he wanted desperately. He broke the lip lock to kiss along Matt's jaw while Matt squirmed so they could both lie side by side on the couch. Cal rolled over so they were chest to chest, bracing himself on his elbows, and felt Matt's hands slide down his back. When they slid under his jeans and grabbed his ass he growled in appreciation, and when a couple of fingers made their way down the top of his crack he gave a soft grunt of approval.

"I saw a video of you too," Matt grunted.

"Yeah?" Cal was less interested in what Matt was saying than the way he tasted and where his finger was going. He began grinding his hips, and thought dimly that it was a good thing they weren't dry-humping dick to dick like the last time, or he would've soaked his jeans by now.

"You were pretending to suck one of those dicks too. And touching yourself with it." His index finger had found it's way to Cal's butt plug, and circled around it. "Like that."

Cal gave a muffled, needy moan and squeezed Matt tight. That thing in his ass wasn't doing anything, but it might as well be: he could feel his sphincter quiver as Matt circled around the edge, even better than he'd imagined. His ass actually _ached, he was so eager for more than just a finger around the edge. The fantasy and the reality merged, and he could feel an unstoppable orgasm building.

"Oh God Matt, fu--AAH!! SHIT!!" A lightning bolt seared his ass. Not near as bad as he'd had before, but enough to get his attention and then some.

"SHIT! FUCK!" Matt had gotten the same treatment.

They both knew what it meant, and jerked away from each other. They were still side by side on the couch, but there was no grinding together now. Cal's phone chimed, and he jumped. When he pulled it out the iSlut app logo was pulsing; he tapped it and jerked back, ready for the worst.

"Short boy." The voice coming from the phones speaker did not sound happy.

"Yes sir?" Cal swallowed.

"Who does your cock belong to?"

"You sir."

"Tall boy."

Matt sat up and shot Cal a look. "Yes sir?"

"Who does your cock belong to?"

"You sir."

"Then how come you two were about to get each other off? Did I tell either one of you you could come today?"

"No sir." "Sorry sir, thank you for correcting me--us sir!" Cal and Matt groveled simultaneously.

"That's right, I didn't. But you were ready to shoot, weren't you short boy?"

"Yes sir. I was wrong sir. Sorry sir!"

"It was my fault sir," Matt jumped in, "I asked him over and--and I started things. Sorry sir."

There was a pause that went on long enough for the two of them to exchange worried looks. Matt shrugged.

"Looks like you both need some extra obedience training. Don't make any plans for tomorrow night. Be ready to go at 6 p.m." The phone screen went blank.

"Well shit," Matt said, "is that better or worse?"

Cal shrugged. "Fuck if I know." He sighed. "Guess we'll find out." He looked at his watch--it was pushing 1 a.m., and he was sure there wasn't going to be a waiver for the morning inspection. "Crap, it's late."

"You can just crash here." Matt sounded a little uncertain, but in this weather it'd take Cal 15 minutes to get home. Time he could spend sleeping. "I've got a spare toothbrush if you want."

"Okay, cool. You got a blanket or anything?"

"Just crash with me." Matt's face was calm, but Cal could tell he was trying hard to play it casual. That meant...

Cal smiled. "With you?"

"Yeah. You know." Matt jerked his head towards the bedroom.

"Okay. Sure." Cal nodded, and Matt met his widened smile. They stood up. "Yeah, good deal."

By the time he was done brushing his teeth Matt was already in bed on his back, eyes half shut but watching him as he padded to the other side of the bed. He lay there on his back, suddenly feeling awkward, then shook his head with a half smile of disbelief.

"What?" Matt had seen.

"No one's ever asked me to stay over before. I mean, I have, but just because I was tired or whatever." He shook his head again, then reached for the light by his side of the bed.

"You're welcome," Matt muttered, "now shut up so we can sleep."

Cal snorted and rolled on his side; he was out like a light.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Even after the last few weeks of the same routine, Cal took a while to wake up. Even more if he'd gotten zero sleep, which was pretty much the case. So it took him a couple of minutes to realize that: a) he was hard as a rock; b) there was another warm body against him; and c) the big spoon was Matt. Matt gave a long grunt of irritation as he dragged himself awake, paused, and then pressed his crotch against Cal's ass; Cal's instincts took over and he ground back.

"Shit," Matt yawned, "another day in paradise." He sounded put out, but he'd grabbed Cal's hand and slid it down to make it clear that Cal wasn't the only one with morning wood. He rolled onto his back once Cal gave him a good grope. "Morning."

"Oh my God, you have the worst morning breath!" Cal couldn't help it, it just came out.

"Fuck you, I was too tired to brush." But Matt covered his mouth as he said it, and swung out of bed. "Me first I guess." He didn't sound pissed though, just amused.

"Sure thing." Cal took the chance to admire Matt's ass in its boxer briefs as he stumbled to the bathroom. "You gotta shave?"

"Yeah." Matt was out of sight, but he'd left the door open. "Chest for sure...shit, and my balls too."

Cal grimaced in sympathy. A little cleanup like Bryan did would be easy, but sir expected theirs to be smooth, and doing that without a nick or two was almost impossible even after all their practice. "Do your thing man, I just have to do the other stuff." Shit and shower, in other words.

"'Kay. Here." Matt tossed him his cock cage so Cal could attend to business, while he spread shaving cream on his chest and underarms and started cleaning up.

Less than an hour later they were both done, sitting on the edge of Matt's bed and waiting for the 8:00 inspection. At least it wasn't pitch dark at that hour anymore. Their butt plugs had started up at 7:45 and they were both hard, but after last night they didn't dare mess around. That didn't stop them from eyeing each other though: Cal could see the clear bead of precum growing on the tip of Matt's dick was getting close to breaking free, and he wondered if he dared lick it off. Better not, he thought.

"You think we're boned?" Matt asked.

Cal shrugged. "Dunno. He coulda roasted our asses last night if he'd wanted. So maybe not."

"Yeah." They were both too tired and on edge to say much after that, and since they couldn't do what their dicks wanted there wasn't much else to do but sit there, squirming a little when the plugs fired up.

8:00 and the inspection came, followed by a blowjob compilation for the quiz that Cal got high score on by a hair.

"Tall boy, you obviously need more training on how to give head. Where's your toy?"

"Over there sir." Matt jerked his head at the bedside table.

"Get it." Matt did. It looked just like the one Cal had. "On your knees, facing your friend." Matt obeyed instantly. "Give him your training tool." Cal held it by the handle, not completely sure what to do--but he had a good idea where this was going, and it was making him horny. Hornier than he already was, that is. He held the fake dick loosely by its handle, pointing at Matt, whose eyes went back and forth from it to the real thing inches away. "Now feed it to him." Cal pressed the head against Matt's lips, and his friend locked eyes with him as he swallowed the tip. "Tall boy, show your friend what you can do."

Matt gripped the shaft in his left hand and gave a long sigh as he began bobbing up and down on it. Without even thinking Cal put his left hand on the back of Matt's head, wrapped his fingers in his wavy black hair, and started gently pushing Matt's face onto the training cock. Matt made a hungry "mmmph" around the shaft, and lightly cupped Cal's balls with his free hand. As he closed his eyes and began sucking in earnest he started kneading Cal's sack, tugging on his nuts and occasionally pressing a finger into his taint. As he did Cal felt the plug in his ass start to come awake, and his eyelids fluttered in pleasure. He heard Matt moan at the same time, low and hungry, and he started bobbing more vigorously on the rubber shaft; Cal figured he must be getting the same stimulation he was. "That's it bud," he said hoarsely, "suck it. Suck my cock."

Matt opened his eyes and looked up at him again, and then started going to town. Cal started pushing the handle into his face faster, and Matt ate it up, quickly getting to the point where the fake balls were bumping against his chin. Occasionally he'd gag a bit, and Cal would back off, but soon enough Matt would recover and lean back into it, slurping down the shaft. "Fuck yeah," Cal whispered, and rocked his hips as the probe lit up his ass. "Suck it," he sighed.

"Mmmhmm," Matt agreed, and for the next couple of minutes they watched each other. Cal couldn't be 100% sure about Matt--maybe 99%--but he himself spent the time imagining it was his dick in Matt's mouth instead of the fake one. He was leaking like a sieve at the thought, and the line of goo dribbling from his piss slit had reached Matt's fingers on his balls when the computer's speaker cut in.

"That's enough tall boy. You're turning into a good cocksucker. Short boy!" Cal jumped at the bark.

"Yes sir!"

"You liked watching your friend suck that cock?"

"Yes sir," Cal nodded. God help him, but it'd been hot as fuck.

"You think you can do as good? You wanna be a good little cocksucker too?"

"Yes sir," Cal answered. He wasn't sure he wanted to be "a good little cocksucker," but he did know that he was horny as hell and the thought of having that thing down his throat didn't bother him at all. And doing it in front of another guy...yeah, he'd be okay with that. Especially Matt. Or Bryan.

"Then switch spots and show tall boy how much you've learned to love dick."

"Yes sir." Cal knelt, and passed the handle to Matt as soon as he stood. They were so close he thought he could feel the heat from Matt's body. The tall jock held the training toy parallel to his real one, and as Cal leaned in he could smell the warm musk of his pubes and the meatier scent of his leaking cock. He looked Matt in the eyes as he ran the tip of his tongue from the balls up the shaft to the tip; Matt's cock flexed as Cal took the fake head into his mouth and began to tongue it.

"Yeah," Matt breathed, and lightly cupped the short hair on the back of Cal's head.

Cal sighed and closed his eyes. He could almost imagine it was a real cock in his mouth now. Not as good as Bryan's had been, but with Matt so close...almost. Matt started thrusting the shaft into his mouth and Cal tried to relax and let it in like he'd done the other night. He still choked a bit, but Matt was patient. And just like before, the training toy seemed to be leaking something that made it easier. Sexier, anyway: the rubbing stimulation against his lips and tongue felt better the longer he did it, and he sucked harder in response. Yeah, he thought, just like that.... He reached up one hand to steady himself, and gave a soft "mmmm..." when he felt his hand rest on the base of Matt's cock. He ran his fingertips through the cropped pubes at its base and felt Matt's abs tighten from the touch. "Ah fuck," Matt muttered as Cal traced his way over his groin and down to his smooth, tight balls; a trail of juice down the front was already making them slippery. The probe hummed and pulsed in his ass, and he felt a line of spunk running down his own sack. He didn't dare touch himself though, not after the close call last night.

It was easy to imagine it really was Matt's cock in his mouth, with the real thing right there and the sounds Matt was making as he watched. When he got the whole length in his mouth (a lot faster than the first time he'd tried anything like this) he heard Matt whisper "Fuck yeah buddy, all the way." Cal groaned back in response and tugged gently on Matt's nuts, then started bobbing up and down with enthusiasm. Eating pussy had always been a chore he did when he wanted some oral for himself, but sucking dick...yeah, he was down with that. He mentally shook his head at the thought of how much his life had changed in the last couple of months. And then Matt made another one of those little noises that went right to Cal's dick, and he got back to business.

He'd stopped to wipe the drool off his chin and give his lips a quick break when the computer voice broke in. "That's enough short boy. That was acceptable." The voice might've sounded unimpressed, but when Cal caught Matt's eye the look he got said Matt would've been mighty happy with his efforts. "You're both learning, but it's time for you two to practice a little teamwork. Tall boy, on your knees."

Matt knelt next to Cal and shared a confused look; he was still holding the handle of the fake dick uncertainly. "Good boys. Now show me how you'd suck a dick together. Get to it!"

Matt lifted the rubber dick up, considering, then turned to face Cal while holding it between them. His brown eyes locked on Cal's, and then he leaned forward, stuck his tongue out, and started lapping at his side of the glans; as torqued up as he was it was insanely hot to watch. Cal leaned in to join him, and a fresh throb in his ass made it even better; he grunted as he flexed his hips, then pressed his lips against the shaft. Matt was doing the same thing, and they both chuckled briefly as they bumped noses and figured out how to work around each other. Matt started sliding the dick between them as though the guy they were sucking was pumping his hips, alternating between pushing it into Cal's mouth and his own. Cal echoed Matt's hungry noises as the plug in his ass sent waves of pleasure through him, and he got more aggressive about taking the dildo in his mouth. Matt was doing the same, until they worked out that they could make out with the toy in between them, passing it back and forth as they kissed around the glans. Both of them were pumping their hips, and Cal's hardon was bumping up against Matt's as they did. He moved his body in a bit, not daring to press full on against Matt's smooth torso, but wanting to be closer. Now he was sliding his shaft lightly against Matt's belly each time his glutes flexed, and he could feel Matt's wet head tracing the same path over his own abs. Matt growled and put his free hand to the back of Cal's skull, palming it in his big hand. Cal matched his grip, pulling their mouths tight as they shared the rod between them; they were both panting hard as their sucking got more intense. Cal wasn't sure how much longer he was going to be able to hold out, but Matt was really into it and Cal didn't want to shut him down. But he knew he was going to have to back off soon: their bodies had moved closer and closer and their dicks were rubbing against each other, hard and slick with precum. It was only a matter of time before the tickling on his cock head and the warm glow in his ass tipped him over the edge, but he could hold out a little bit longer.... He whimpered in frustration and pulled back: it was too much. "I can't," he panted, "gonna come."

Matt's face looked as flush as his felt, and when Cal looked down both of their cock heads were deep purple, the 'skin on Matt's fully pulled back. "Yeah, shit," he breathed. His cock flexed and a fresh dollop of cloudy fluid trickled out of his piss slit. Before they could figure out how they were going to handle this, the computer voice broke in.

"Okay boys, you're done. Be back here at 6:00 sharp for inspection; lube up fresh beforehand. Don't disappoint me."

Both students breathed a sigh of relief. Matt looked at the dildo for a minute, then shook his head and set it down. "Jesus."

"Yeah." Cal wiped his forehead then sat back on his heels. The plug in his ass had shut down when Sir told them they were done, but he was so torqued up he could feel it shift inside as he changed his position. Even that little bit of sensation was enough to make him leak another drop. "Wasn't sure I was gonna hold on there," he said shakily.

"Yeah," Matt breathed, "think I'm gonna need another shower."

He stood up and his hard-on was right in front of Cal; it was all he could do not to lean in and suck the length of it into his mouth. "Me too," Cal croaked. Matt glanced down and realized where he was standing, then took a step back.

"Christ," he said, "I have, like, never been this horned up before."

Cal stood up, if only so that piece of meat wasn't right there at eye level any more. "Yeah, me either." He shook his head. "And definitely not for...you know." He tilted his head at Matt's crotch.

"Yeah, this is...I dunno man. But it's like it's in my head, you know? Like I can't stop thinking about it when I'm horny. And I'm boned up like 90% of my day now."

"Yeah, me too. Like, part of me says 'Don't do it!' but then I just get thinking and...." Cal's voice trailed off. They both knew what he meant. What they'd be doing if there wasn't the threat of very painful consequences hanging over them.

"Think I'm gonna take that shower now," Matt said finally, tearing his gaze from Cal's still-hard dick.

"Yeah, me too. I mean, I think I'll go home." Cal started picking his clothes up and getting dressed.

"Okay. See you in class?"

"Yeah. And then tonight I guess." Cal sighed.

"Yeah, that. Okay, laters." Matt headed into the shower and Cal finished dressing, then fled. He'd more or less resigned himself to getting pulled into doing stuff with Matt (and Bryan, a voice inside reminded him), but he still had a lot to think about. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

He and Matt sat next to each other in lecture like usual that morning, but they both made sure not to begin anything like they had a few other times. They shared a look halfway through when their plugs started a slow squirming, but Cal gritted his teeth and got back to taking notes, even if his mind kept circling back to that morning. At least the torture didn't last too long: they were able to stand up after class without embarrassing themselves. "Lunch?"

"Nah, can't, I've got shit to do," Matt said matter-of-factly.

"Okay. See you tonight I guess."

"Yeah." One side of Matt's mouth twisted up and he raised his eyebrows: who knew what was going to happen? It was going to be a long afternoon for both of them.

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Matt showed up at Cal's at quarter to six, and the two of them shared a nervous beer before stripping for inspection. Neither one was hard this time, although Cal could feel the familiar glow his ass got now whenever it had a fresh dollop of lube in it. Matt noticed and shot a look at Cal's crotch. "Nervous?"

Cal just nodded. Were they just going to be in for a night of electroshock joy? Every time in the past they'd fucked up Sir had just let them have it right then and there, not made them wait. Although there'd been that time he'd had to sprint home with Matt's jizz on his face...that felt like it'd happened years ago, even though it'd only been...what? Two weeks? Not even. Or maybe they were going to have to do stuff together again...how much more intense could that get? The sensation of Matt's mouth on his with the dildo between them came back, so strong it was like he was there again, and Cal felt the blood rush to his cock. He shook his head to clear it but his dick was already lengthening in time to his heart beat. Matt saw what was going on, and suddenly his was swelling too. They looked at each other and Cal swallowed, before realizing his bedroom clock read 5:59.

"Shit," he muttered, and quickly spread his legs and clasped his hands behind his head; Matt matched his stance.

"Good boys. And getting hard already I see--excellent." Cal blushed instinctively at getting called out, but he didn't have to look down to know which way his dick was pointing. "Now get dressed and go to the address on your phones, then follow your instructions. You have 20 minutes."

"Should we bring anything sir?" Matt swallowed: questions weren't generally encouraged, but Cal was glad he'd asked.

"No. Everything has been taken care of. Now go." The computer screen blanked, leaving the two jocks to stare at each other uncertainly. Simultaneously their phones chimed with the tone Cal recognized all to well as coming from the iSlut app. When he fished his phone of out of his pants pocket it had instructions to go to room 220 of a place called the Mountain View Motel outside of town, pick up the room key under that mat, and follow the instructions there. He handed it to Matt, then started getting back into his own jeans.

"More videos you think?" Matt sounded a little worried.

"Dunno," Cal shrugged and pulled on his flannel shirt. "But he's already got hours of us doing...well, stuff we wouldn't want anyone to see. He could just make us do more here if he wanted."

"So what then?" Matt was tying up his shoes. The address was less than 15 minutes away, but they still couldn't waste any time if they were going to make the deadline.

"Fuck if I know," Cal let his irritation show. "Trucker gang bang, maybe some goat fucking. I have no clue dude." He could feel his own stomach knotting up as he thought about some less-than-fun options. "C'mon, let's get this over with." He headed to the door and grabbed his boots and jacket, and off they went.

Neither one of them said anything much on the ride over; they were both too tense. When they pulled in the parking lot Cal saw it was a classic cheap travel motel off the highway, with outside doors for the rooms. As Cal's truck rolled past the check-in desk he could see a bored clerk eating a burger and watching TV; the guy didn't look up as they went by. Room 220 was down on the end, and Cal was about to park when Matt put a hand on his arm. "Wait. Cal. What if someone sees your truck?..."

"Shit. Good catch." Cal aborted his parking move and drove farther; there was a spot around back behind the dumpster he could leave his wheels and not be noticed. He hoped.

The motel didn't seem to have anyone out and about--it was too cold to hang out in front of the rooms for sure--and no one noticed Matt picking up the room key from under the mat. They shared a brief look, then Matt took a deep breath and opened the door and they both hurried in before anyone noticed them.

The room was what Cal would've expected for a cheap motel: some art by the yard on the walls, cheap carpet with a cigarette burn in it, a queen bed with a floral polyester bed spread on it, an old flat screen TV, and the faint smell of mildew. What wasn't usual was the tall screen of black cloth that took up one corner of the room; it looked like a table and chair had been there until someone moved them. It was made of a couple of metal frames with feet, almost as tall as the ceiling, so that the corner was blocked off. Cal and Matt shared a nervous glance.

"Hello?" Cal tried to sound confident, but a sudden vision of some whack job with a gun back there made his voice break. "Hello? Sir?" Nothing. He stepped closer, and suddenly noticed the writing on the screen. Someone had ironed on letters, with "SLUT" on the left and "PIGGY" on the right. "Da fuck?" Cal muttered. He stepped closer to the screen, but couldn't hear any noise. "I think it's just us," he said, and inched towards the corner a bit more. He noticed now that the cloth wasn't completely smooth: someone had cut a hole in each panel about three feet off the ground. At waist level..."Aw shit, Matt, I think--"

"Cal, hey--look." Cal turned around to see Matt holding a couple of paper sacks that he'd barely noticed on the bed. One had "TALL BOY" written on it in black marker, the other had "SHORT BOY." Matt held out the second one. "Guess this is you," he shrugged.

Cal shook his bag open and dumped out the contents. There was a black tee shirt, and when he unfolded it a green jock strap fell out along with a piece of paper. "Change into your new costume boy." Cal looked over at Matt, who seemed to have the same items. He held up his tee wordlessly; on the front it said "SLUT" in white letters. Cal flipped his over and sure enough, he was "PIGGY." He was still apprehensive about how jacked up this might still get...but at the same time he felt a stirring in his groin. He glanced back at the screen, and thought about what he and Matt had been doing that morning...his pulse picked up a bit. "Guess we'd better get changed," he said.

"Yeah..." Matt started shucking his clothes, and two minutes later they were done. "Well, you could look worse...Piggy," he teased. But Cal puffed up a bit at the way Matt's eyes wandered over his body. The tee shirt was tight and barely made it to his waist, and he knew from checking himself out in similar outfits it was a great way to show off his body. And the bright green jock was more of a sheer fabric than he was used to from when he'd played high school football: it felt smooth against his junk, and clung to it more, so you could see he was cut, no problem.

And Matt...that SLUT shirt looked fine wrapped around his chest too. His jock was crimson (a memory of Bryan's crotch popped up for a second), and it didn't leave anything to the imagination either; a thin line of cropped pubes peeked up over the elastic. "Yeah thanks. You're okay too I guess." As Cal said it he felt his butt plug begin to throb gently, and his eyes fluttered. "Uhhhhh..."

"Yeahhh..." Matt pinched a nipple, obviously getting the same stim Cal was. "Shit that's nice...." Cal could see Matt swelling inside his pouch, and could feel his own getting crowded. He was about to make an adjustment when their phones chimed. He scrambled to fish it out of his pants pocket while Matt grabbed his pants off the floor to check his own.

It was a text from the iSlut app: "Instructions: 1. Your place is on your knees behind the screen. 2. You will not speak to anyone unless spoken to. 3. You will suck any and every cock that asks for Piggy until you are told you are done. 4. Your cock belongs to me still. Remember that."

Cal felt himself breathing fast as the text sunk in, torn between the humiliation of being a cum dump for some group of guys--who knew how many?--and memories of how hot it'd been when he'd sucked cock before. The butt plug gave a warm pulse just then, and he let out a little whimper. Fuck...he could practically taste the precum now, and feel the warm tube of meat sliding over his tongue...his cock lurched at the thought, and he knew he'd do it.

He looked at Matt's flushed face and figured his friend was probably thinking the same thing. His hard-on sure hadn't gone down any, Cal noticed. Matt held up his phone without saying a word, and Cal saw he'd gotten the same message. They locked gazes, and then grabbed their stuff to put it behind the screen. Cal saw that someone had provided foam kneeling pads for them both, and wondered again just how many dicks he'd be sucking...he swallowed in nervous anticipation. For a minute he locked up worrying about what Matt would think of him, going down on a bunch of guys, but then he saw the way that red pouch was pushing out, and he knew Matt would be fine with it. Hell, he'd probably--

The door opened and he heard someone come in--no, a couple of guys. He swallowed, then shared a glance with Matt.

"This the place?" Deep voice with a midwestern accent. No one Cal had ever heard.

"Says so, plus look at the corner." This guy's voice wasn't quite as deep, but had the same accent.

"Oh yeah...." The first guy sounded his approval. "Hey Slut, you in there?"

Matt froze for a second, then cleared his throat. "Yes. Yes sir." He shot Cal a look: shit just got real.

"See, told you," second guy said. "How 'bout you Piggy? You ready?"

"Yes sir!" That came out a little louder than he'd planned. Shit, it made him sound like he couldn't wait to do this. A warm pulse ran through his ass just then, and he gave a little whimper; he flexed his dick without thinking. Okay, maybe he wasn't so happy about swinging on some stranger's dick, but if that butt plug kept it up he wasn't going to complain. But if he did a good job maybe he'd get a chance to nut finally...there was a thought.

He heard a zipper from the other side, then rustling. The first guy's voice: "Damn, you're already stiff!"

"What can I say? I love bonus season. C'mere Piggy, time for you meal." There was motion at the divider, and then a hard cock pushed through the seam. It was cut, pink, and average size Cal figured, but it curved up sharply like a banana. A tuft of black pubes was visible around the base. As he stared it twitched up--the guy was flexing his dick hard. "Here Piggy Piggy Piggy," the guy crooned as he flexed it, and his buddy laughed. There was a slapping sound of a high five.

Cal leaned in, and for a second he felt like he was outside his body. Was he really going to do this, he thought? He was so close he could see every little vein on the shaft, and a scattering of cropped hairs along it. He breathed in and caught the scent of soap--the guy must've showered recently--and also the unmistakable scent of his dick. Cal breathed it in deep--too many memories of his face in Matt's crotch, and Bryan's, to resist--and the last of his resistance faded away. He opened his lips and touched them to the warm swollen glans, then began sliding them over the ridge and along the shaft. His butt plug began to squirm deep inside him as he did and he moaned, hungry for more.

"Oh fuck!" his guy grunted, "You like that cock, don't you? Mmm...man, you gotta get some a this!"

"Right behind you amigo." Cal opened his eyes and glanced right in time to see an uncut light brown cock slide through the hole in front of Matt, who was tugging on his jock as he watched Cal go down. "Your turn, Slut." Matt tore his eyes away from Cal and dove onto the sausage in front of him, letting out his own moan as he did.

Cal couldn't really watch anymore--the curve in the screen meant they were angled away from each other--so he closed his eyes again and just focused on giving head. Up and down he bobbed, slowly figuring out how to take more of the curved shaft into his mouth. Finally he realized he could just tug it more horizontal, which let him go a lot deeper without risking grazing the guy with his teeth. The guy started pumping his hips, feeding Cal his meat more aggressively. Cal's own torso was rocking in time with the tempo in his ass, making him push himself for more. He could taste the precum trickling onto his tongue now, and he began jacking the base of the shaft as he sucked harder and harder.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah! You're such a good cocksucker Piggy! So fuckin' good! Unnnhhh..." Cal could hear his breathing picking up.

"That's it Slut, take it all...oh shit! He's got it all man!" Cal glanced over briefly; it looked like Matt had his face pressed right up to the divider; his nose mashed into the guy's crotch.

Shit, Cal thought, he must really want it. The thought spurred him on and he pushed himself to swallow more of the dick he had, even when it started to make him gag. He could taste more precum, and it made him suck harder; he could feel the shaft swelling in his mouth and he swirled his tongue aggressively around the head, backing off a little to give it some extra attention. Thinking about Matt doing the same right next to him, and getting off on it too...it was really getting him worked up good. He began stroking the guy's dick more aggressively, twisting a little and trying to time it with his thrusts. That and his tongue work on the head seemed to work: he could hear the guy's breathing getting heavier, and his hips were really bucking now. Do it, Cal thought, fuckin' do it.

"Ah shit," his guy gasped, "I'm almost there! How 'bout you man?"

"Yeah," his buddy panted, "Slut's got me close...unnnh yeahhh...." Matt's slurping noises suddenly got louder. "Fuck yeah dude!"

The cock in Cal's mouth pulsed and a fresh dollop of precum coated his tongue; he growled hungrily as he hoovered it up. "That's it Piggy, take it! Coming!!" Cal had a split-second of warning before the guy unleashed, but he didn't care: even if he hadn't been horny as fuck, the sensations in his ass would've made up for taking a load down his throat. And it didn't freak him out much now that he'd done it a few times (and thought about it even more), especially with Matt in the same boat--the noises his friend was making said he was as thirsty as Cal. The big jock moaned loudly in appreciation as he swallowed the fresh jizz in his mouth--he wanted Matt to know they were on the same page.

A few spurts later and the guy was done. Cal sucked a little longer to get him cleaned up, then let the cock slide out of his mouth. He gave the shaft one last squeeze and a final droplet of white spunk appeared at the tip. Cal surprised himself a bit by thinking how sexy it looked, before he swabbed it off with his tongue. The ass plug had tapered off, but if anything he was hornier than when he'd started; when he gave his jock a quick squeeze he wasn't surprised to find it good and damp, with the area over his head soaked through.

"Shiiiit," his guy sighed, and pulled his cock out from the divider. As he did his buddy started getting loud, and Cal looked over in time to see him spasming, while Matt's Adam's apple began bobbing as he swallowed frantically. Cal watched intently, taking in the way the tall jock's cheeks puckered in from the suction, how his lips looked sliding up and down the glistening shaft, and the expression of pleasure on his face as he swallowed, his hips rocking on his heels the same way Cal's had just done. Cal was only half-aware he was groping himself as he watched, but when he slid his other hand across his pec he noticed the hard nub of a nipple poking up through the thin cotton tee--that wasn't something that normally happened. God what a horny fucker I am these days, he though, mentally shaking his head and half-laughing inside. Matt finished swallowing--the guy had shot quick-- and when the guy on the other side pulled out Matt turned to look at Cal. His face was flushed and his dark hair had gotten mussed up a bit from all his head motion; his pupils were wide and he looked as turned on as Cal felt. There was a drip of cum leaking out of one corner of his mouth, and when Cal saw it he couldn't help but pinch his nipple hard enough to make his dick leak. Matt watched him do it, then wiped his mouth with the back of one hand--and licked it clean. Oh Jesus, Cal thought, I don't know how much more of this I can take. He'd thought the punishment was going to be sucking all these dicks, but the real punishment was going to be doing it, and watching Matt do it, and not being able to do a damn thing.

"Nice one boys." That sounded like Matt's guy.

"Yeah, good cocksucking. Five star review." The two guys on the other side shared a laugh, and then headed out without another word.

"Wha--?" Cal started to ask before Matt shushed him. Oh shit, right, they weren't supposed to talk. And the butt plug's timing had been a little too perfect to be coincidence--Cal would bet good money that there was a camera or two hidden around there. But shit--were they serious about a review? Were the two of them up on some web site? Those guys knew exactly how to find them somehow. And what was that comment about "bonus season?" That meant they had to be working for some big company or something. Which, yeah of course. But still...maybe there was a clue in there that would help them figure out who Sir was. That thought didn't send Cal into a murderous rage like it would've a few weeks ago, but he still wanted to have words. And a chance at a swift kick to the crotch. He spent the next few minutes turning things over and over, but he was stumped. Matt seemed lost in his own thoughts; when Cal finally gave up trying to figure things out he saw his friend was just sitting there, staring at the fabric of the screen. When he realized Cal was staring Matt gave a half-smile and shrugged, palms up. What're ya gonna do?

Cal rolled his eyes, nodded and made a jerking-off motion. Yeah, this is bullshit.

Matt made a jerking-off motion of his own, but his look was a little more into it. I wish, he mouthed.

Cal pointed at himself and nodded. Me too. He couldn't resist rubbing his thumb over the wet spot in his jock; he'd gotten pretty soft while they'd waited, but the outline of his junk was clearly visible. Matt stared at him for a second before he shook his head and looked away. Yeah, it was probably a bad idea to start something. Cal pulled his hand away and turned away a bit. But the corner they were tucked in wasn't that big, and he couldn't help being aware of how close Matt was. Before the thought could really get under his skin though the door opened with a blast of cold air.

"Oh shit, it's just like it said." There was some mumbling and chuckling that Cal couldn't make out; it sounded like the guys might be a little buzzed. He and Matt shared a look, and got on their knees. Here we go again, Cal thought. What would these guys be like? Part of him was nervous, but that part wasn't his dick; when the dildo started a gentle hum in his ass it was already thickening.

"Which one do you want babe?"

"Mmmm...eenee, meenee, minee...mo. That one."

Cal heard the sound of a zipper opening, then: "Okay Piggy, let's see what you've got." An uncut head poked its way through the opening. It was still swelling when Cal leaned forward to take it in his mouth. The butt plug's sensations intensified--no question, Sir (or someone) was watching this--and Cal closed his eyes to concentrate on the pleasure in his his hole, and the musky taste of cock. His guy sighed happily.

"That feel good babe?"

"Oh yeah, he's a great cocksucker."

"As good as me?"

"Ha, no way--you're the best." There was the sound of wet kissing and and the shaft jumped in Cal's mouth, becoming fully hard in just a few seconds. Cal started bobbing up and down a bit when he was surprised by the sensation of a hand on his lower back, which he realized was Matt. He opened his eyes and saw Matt had moved in close, watching him intently.

Do it, the tall jock mouthed. Matt's hand slid down along the crack in his ass, one finger following the cleft, and Cal's dick instantly went to rock hard. The tickling touch slid down until it was teasing the tender skin next to the butt plug, and Cal pushed back with a low needy growl.

"Mmmm...damn he's getting into this. You gotta get some too babe."

"Yeah, I think so." The second voice sounded thick with lust. "C'mon Slut, get suckin'." The dick that popped through Matt's hole a second later was fully hard. It was uncut too, but darker--maybe a Hispanic guy, Cal couldn't be sure before Matt left his side to gobble it down.

Cal missed his touch, but the sensations in his mouth were almost as good. This guy's shaft was pretty thick, with a bit of a bulge in the middle that filled Cal's mouth nicely, but it was a lot straighter than the first guy's, and Cal was able to just let it glide in and out. The sensation of foreskin sliding across his tongue made him think of Matt's piece, and he sucked harder as he thought about taking the tall jock's load. It was hard to remember that he'd been so freaked out the first time he'd done it. Even though it was only--what?--a few weeks ago, he'd learned how much he could enjoy the feel of a hard cock sliding between his lips. And the taste. Watching all those films while his ass was being pleasured was hot, but he realized now those guys weren't totally acting. When the guy he was sucking started to make little noises Cal ramped up his efforts, as eager for the next load as any porn star. He could taste the extra precum leaking out, and squeezed his own package in sympathy. The jock was full-on wet now around his piss slit, and he gave a long grunt as he bucked his hips and squeezed himself. Cal's asshole flexed instinctively and he made a soft muffled sound as the sensation in his hole intensified.

Matt echoed his noises, and Cal heard the guy he was blowing let out a sharp "Puta Madre! Suck it, Slut!"

"You like that babe?"

"Jesus yeah--he's like a fuckin' vacuum cleaner! How 'bout you?"

"Oh yeah, fuckin' awesome." He punched his hips forward hard, twice, and Cal struggled to take the warm pole down his throat in time. "Mmmyeah...not as good as you babe, but he's gonna be takin' my load pretty quick." Yeah, thought Cal, do it. He grabbed the smooth shaft at its base and squeezed as he rolled his head around the top half, swirling and slurping as he went. There was a gasp. "Oh fuck yeah, Piggy's hungry for some cum! Aren't you Piggy?"

"Mmmhmm," Cal didn't want to seem like a bitch, but yeah, he was ready for it. And this guy thought he was pretty good at it too, which meant Matt really was into it when Cal went down on him, which meant...well, he wasn't sure what, but it made him want to do more of this. He sucked and stroked, stroked and sucked, feeling the cock he held pulsing and swelling. It was rock hard now, and when Cal peeled back the 'skin the helmet ridge felt like it'd been carved from a warm piece of rock. Cal ran his tongue over and around it, flicking the spot under the piss slit, and the guy gasped. "Jesus fuck yeah, do it! Gonna fuckin' come babe!!"

"Aw shit, right behind you...aaahh, suck it Slut!" Matt made a high-pitched whine, and Cal sensed him bobbing up and down furiously.

He did the same, and was rewarded with a stream of fresh flavor. "Aaahhyeah! Fuck! Uhh! Uhh! UHHHHNN!" And the stream turned into a flood, more than Cal was prepared for. It felt like a fire hose was unleashing in his mouth, and he started to choke as more and more cum forced its way into his throat. He backed off enough to keep from gagging, and somehow remembered to keep stroking, but the guy must've had weeks of jizz stored up. It started leaking out of Cal's mouth and down his chin despite his best efforts, and with that thick shaft pressing into his tongue he could only swallow so much. By the time the guy started to slow down Cal could feel it running down his throat into the collar of his tee. As the cum dripped onto his chest he pressed his ass back, grinding against the probe that was bringing him to the edge of his own orgasm. He could almost imagine it was a real dick in there...not that he was up for something that crazy, but still...he pulled the weakly-pulsing shaft from his mouth so he could swab its length. The guy's balls were tucked away behind the partition, but that still left plenty for him to snack on, trembling as his own nuts hovered on the edge of busting. He'd turned his back to Matt, but it sounded like something similar was going on behind him. Cal gave a hungry grunt as he pressed his nose into the guy's crotch, the sensation merging with the pleasure coming from the probe. Fuck, that felt good! "Mmmmhhphh!"

The guy he was blowing let him keep on for a little bit, until no more was leaking out, and then he gave a shiver and pulled back. "Damn, you are one thirsty bitch Piggy!" he chuckled. "That was some fine work! How 'bout you babe?" Cal looked over to see Matt still had his face pressed against the cloth.

"Yeah," the other voice sounded out of breath, "yeah, that was hot. Mmmmhhh..." he let out a relaxed moan as he slid out of Matt's mouth. "Let's get home. I need some of that up my ass." From his voice it sounded like he was already horned up again.

"You know it." There was the sound of flies being closed and some heavy kissing, and then the door opened. "Thanks boys!" And with that the next two were gone.

Cal sighed as the stim ramped down again. He looked down and sure enough, the jock he was wearing was soaked through good. Matt was in similar shape: his face flushed and lips swollen, and cock clearly visible under the red fabric. The two of them exchanged a look--part horny, part embarrassed--and then Matt gave a another wry little half-grin and shrugged. They both knew what was going on, and that there was nothing they could do to stop it--and it kinda looked like neither one really wanted it to. Somehow that thought made Cal even hornier, and he flexed his dick without even thinking. Matt saw the way his jock jumped and cocked an eyebrow, and Cal just had to let out a short laugh to relieve the tension. Goddamn this was fucked up! And hot. Shit, his life was crazy as fuck.

His thoughts were interrupted by the door opening again, and both of their eyes shot towards the partition. What now? Matt's gaze asked. Cal shrugged.

"Okay big boy," a deep voice growled, "show 'em what you've got." The sound of a wet kiss came to to him, and then Cal saw a thick slab of cut meat push through Matt's side. "C'mon Slut, get on it," an even deeper voice growled. Cal had enough time to glimpse a few blonde hairs before Matt took the monster in his mouth--the thing was nearly as thick as Bryan's, and definitely longer by a couple of inches, for Chrissake--and began to suck on it hungrily. The cock's owner let out a satisfied sigh and began thrusting.

"He feel good on your dick?" the first voice asked.

"Mmhmm!" Enthusiastic agreement muffled by the sounds of kissing. "Fuckin' sweet." The monster dick began pumping more noticeably.

More kissing noises, and the sound of a belt being undone; despite himself Cal felt his mouth watering in anticipation. He could see Matt struggling to take the beast into his mouth, and he choked a few times when the guy he was blowing pushed a bit harder on a thrust. Drool was starting to leak down his chin, but the expression on his face said he was hungry for more.

There were soft sighs and sounds of making out from the other side of the divider that Cal couldn't really hear clearly, but no one had shoved anything through for him. He felt a pang of--God help him--disappointment. If he was going to be a cocksucker for a bunch of strangers in a cheap-ass motel room, at least let him get in on it! With that thought he leaned over, grabbed Matt by the hair, and pulled his head back until Cal could push his lips in and get in on the action. He tasted cock and spit, and the salty-sweet tang of precum; the combo got his engine revved up just as much as the burst of stim in his ass, and he grunted hungrily as his lips joined Matt's sliding up and down the fat shaft they shared. He could feel a few hairs as he slid his tongue up the length of it, mirroring Matt's motion until the two of them met at the fat mushroom head. Lips and tongues slid back and forth across it as the two of them passed it back and forth, suckling at the nectar that dripped from the tip.

"Oh Jesus--fuck they're both on it!" the cock's owner said in a strained voice. "Like a coupla vacuum cleaners...unhhh!"

"Lucky..." one of the other guys said.

"Like you haven't gotten the same thing, slut," the deeper-voiced guy growled.

"Yeah but..."

"Yeah, I know, you wanna suck a nice hot load down, dontcha? Or take one?..."

"Unhhhyeah...or both...aahh!"

"I know what you need...get over there so I can fuck the cum out of you."

"Yeaaahhh...unh!" The guy not getting sucked let out a happy yelp.

"Piggy," the deep voice commanded, "stop making out with your boyfriend and get over here. I need you to swallow the load I'm about to fuck out of my boy." There was some fumbling at the cloth panel, and then a hard cut shaft pushed through surrounded by a trimmed black bush; it was already leaking from the mushroom head. Cal locked his gaze on Matt as he backed away, and Matt held it as he took the fat head into his mouth and started sucking. The sight made a fresh drip seep into Cal's jock before he turned away for his own task. As he slid his lips over the salty head he imagined it was Matt he was blowing, and he let out a low groan. What he wouldn't give to bury his face in his buddy's lap right now...

But this wasn't bad either. The guy was nice-sized, and Cal had no problem taking it in. And it tasted good--he had to admit it, cock was maybe a bit of an acquired taste, but he'd sure acquired it. He gripped the base in one hand and squeezed as he gave an extra bit of suction, and the guy wailed in pleasure, before his hips jerked forward.

"Harder!" he cried, and at first Cal thought he meant he should suck harder, which he was happy to do. But then he noticed that the rhythm of this guys thrusts wasn't like the others--jerkier somehow--and finally it dawned on him that he was getting fucked while Cal sucked him off. Cal had some idea of what that would be like: he was whimpering himself as the plug in his ass drove him nuts again, and he realized he'd started grinding his hips in sync with the cock pushing down his throat. But hearing the guys moans, and tasting the precum getting pushed onto Cal's tongue, made him realize how hot it just might be. What if he was the one getting fucked, he thought? He clenched his ass around the butt plug, imagining it was the real thing, and let out a rough moan as the sensitive skin of his ring squeezed tight against the dildo's textured surface That...yeah maybe he'd try that..."Mmmhhh..." he sighed around the wet flesh filling his mouth.

"That's it," the guy on the other side growled, "come for me slut. Show me how much you like that dick up your ass."

"Yes," the bottom groaned, "harder!" Cal could taste him leaking now, and doubled down on the suction. His own ass was feeling so good...a mouthful of cum was just what he needed to make it perfect. He could hear Matt next to him making the same hungry noises, and he put extra effort into his own to keep up. It was getting hard to keep the cock in his mouth: the guy was grinding back into the cock up his ass, nearly pulling out of Cal's mouth, and when he pushed in it was because his ass was getting rammed, jamming his shaft down Cal's throat. He was leaking like a motherfucker though, and Cal was willing to put up with the rough mouth fucking in exchange for that taste. Matt had tasted pretty good, but Cal thought he'd have no problem swallowing this guy's load--it was somehow tastier than the others. Less bitter, maybe...whatever. He jerked on the shaft to squeeze some more of that shit out.

Apparently that was the trick. "FUUUCK! FUCK YES! FUCK ME!" the guy shouted, and began basting Cal's tonsils. Cal slurped it down, but the guy was bucking like a bronco, and a couple of shots into it he slipped out of Cal's mouth. A thick glob of cream hit Cal on the chin before he could get the rigid head back into his mouth, and then Cal was focused on trying to swallow the rest. The pleasure in his ass mirrored the timing of the jets in his mouth, and he moaned as he swallowed. By the time the guy slowed down and both of them could start to catch their breath the extra juice had already run down Cal's chin and dripped onto his tee shirt. Well, he thought as the stud pulled out of his mouth, it matches the jock... A quick grope of the straining fabric confirmed that he'd leaked as much into the pouch as was running down his throat, probably more. He realized he was shaking, he wanted to come so bad. He'd thought at first he couldn't do this, but now that wasn't a problem it turned out. Not at all. It'd felt so damn good while he sucked these guys' loads...he'd do it again if Sir asked him to. Maybe even if he didn't, he thought as he swabbed the last bits of spooge off the shaft in his mouth. It might just be because he was so damn horny, but hearing these guys get off while he serviced them was a surprising turn-on. When the guy he'd just blown finally pulled out to the other side of the curtain Cal felt the tiniest bit of disappointment it was over. He wouldn't complain about a repeat.

And not just him it seemed like. Matt was really going to town on the guy he had, left hand working over the base of the shaft while he bobbed up and down as far as he could. Every few thrusts he'd gag, but then he'd get back into the rhythm. There was a dark stain at the top of his collar, Cal noticed--a mix of drool and precum that made the SLUT on his tee shirt a pretty damn fitting label. Not that his own PIGGY was that far off the mark....

Matt's guy was panting and thrusting, obviously close. Cal was gearing up to rejoin Matt and get in on the fun when suddenly the blond let our a yelp and thrust deep into Matt's throat. "Fuck yes--finger my hole!" he cried out, and then Cal could see Matt frantically swallowing as he jerked the guy off into his mouth. Even gripping the shaft to keep the guy from ramming down his throat, Matt couldn't keep up. Milky liquid began leaking out the corners of his mouth despite his gulping; Cal couldn't tear his gaze away. And then his own butt plug ramped up again: not too hard, but...Cal's moan was loud enough to make Matt spare a quick glance his way, and then another as Cal began grinding his hips and playing with his nipples. It was all he dared do, of course, and his next grunt was as much frustration as horniness.

The dildo didn't let up much on his prostate even when the guy stopped trying to bury his shaft in Matt's mouth, so when his friend let it slide out Cal dove in to do cleanup. Matt squeezed the shaft to coax a nice fat glob out, but before Cal could get his tongue on it the tall smartass jerked it around, smearing cum all over Cal's cheek and lips. "Asshole," Cal mouthed, and Matt gave him a shit-eating grin before letting Cal finish the cleanup. As Cal did Matt slid his tongue into his right ear; for a second Cal thought he might cum hands-free like he'd done that one time the other week. He quivered for a second, barely holding on until the probe ramped down, and then the fat cock in his mouth twitched as it got hyper-sensitive.

"Ugh, that's enough," the guy grunted, and pulled out. "Fuck, you two like to suck dick."

"Yeah? They both on you again?" It was the deep-voiced guy who'd been fucking Cal's dude.

"I think so."

"Were you boys? Piggy, did you and Slut share my buddy's cock again?"

Cal cleared his throat. "Uh, yes. Yes sir."

"You're hungry for it huh?" Cal thought he heard a snicker, but maybe it was his imagination.

"Uh...yes sir."

"How 'bout you, Slut? You like sucking that fat cock with your boyfriend?"

"Yes sir." Maybe it was just that he'd had a chance to prepare, but Matt didn't hesitate like Cal had.

"Heh heh. Good. Who knows? Maybe next time he'll fuck you with it. C'mon you two, let's get out of here."

Cal heard the rustle of coats going on, and then cold air washed in from the door. "Bye Slut! Bye Piggy!" the deep-voiced one said.

"Thanks for the hummer, buddy!" That was Cal's guy. And then the door closed and he and Matt were alone again.

The last bit of pulsing movement in his ass stopped, and Cal slumped in relief; it looked like Matt was in the same boat. He thought he'd gotten used to the near-constant teasing of his ass, but doing stuff with actual guys was making it more of a turn-on, not less. At least with Matt he could get off sometimes, but Bryan...and then this tonight. His balls were already aching...and he realized that the stocky delivery guy was going to be at his condo again the next morning. Shit...he could recall every detail of that dick sliding into his mouth...he didn't know how he was going to make it through another couple of days.

He suddenly realized that he'd begun cupping his pouch as he thought of Bryan, his thumb lightly rubbing the helmet ridge where it pressed against the wet fabric. He jerked it away in instinctive embarrassment, but Matt had already seen what he was doing. Not that it really mattered: Matt's chin and throat were still wet with trails of spunk, and his own hard on was clearly outlined against his stained red jock. But still, Cal couldn't pretend he didn't feel a little relieved when Matt's lean face twisted into a one-sided, knowing smile. And when his big hand closed over Cal's pouch to pick up rubbing where Cal had left off..."Aaahuuuhh..." he sighed. He reached out to return the favor, gently squeezing Matt's hard bulge inside its sticky wrapper. The tall jock nodded in appreciation, his brown eyes narrowing to slits as he pressed against Cal's palm. Cal wasn't sure he was going to be able to stop this if something didn't interrupt them soon. "Aah!" Shit, especially if Matt kept rolling his cock head between his thumb and finger like that. He could feel a fresh glob of precum leak out from the friction, and Matt did too: one fingertip grazed back and forth over Cal's piss slit, smearing the fresh juice around. Cal returned the favor and realized Matt was leaking a steady stream as well. They'd both begun breathing hard, and Cal could see a flush creeping up Matt's neck to his face.

Suddenly the distinctive chime of the iSlut app pinged, and they both jumped; Cal had gotten that interruption after all. They both went rooting through their clothes in the cramped space until they found their phones, but Cal's was blank--it must've been for just Matt? He looked over and sure enough, the tall jock was reading his screen. Partway through his mouth twitched in a half smile, and then he was done. Cal gave him a questioning look, but Matt ignored it. Instead he just turned off his phone, stood up, and worked his way past the divider into the room. What the fuck? Cal thought. Was Matt just going to ditch him? He couldn't--Cal had the keys to the truck. So--

"Piggy." Matt's voice sounded hoarse. "Piggy," he said more strongly.

Oh shiiiit, Cal thought, ohhhh fuuuuck yeah! He could feel his face flush and his heart started pounding in anticipation. Something about Matt calling him that was hot as hell.

"Do you want to suck my cock, Piggy?"

"Yes! Yes sir!"

"Do you want to swallow my load?"

"Yes sir!" Fuck yeah he did.

"Get on it then. Fuckin' get on it dude." And with a little bit of fumbling Matt's cum-stained pouch pushed through the opening in front of Cal's face.

His first thought was to just dive in, but then he realized he didn't know when he'd get a chance like this again. Probably Sunday...but you never knew. And he wanted it to last. So instead of yanking Matt's junk out, he wrapped his mouth around as much of the pouch as he could and started tonguing it. He lapped over the rigid head, savoring the flavor of half-dried precum. Matt groaned as his lips moved over the shaft, and fresh fluid dribbled through the fabric. A pleasurable tickle started up deep in Cal's ass, and he made his own soft sigh. A few minutes ago the probe had been hammering on his prostate, pushing him to the edge, but now it was almost teasing him, making him want more.

He didn't need much encouragement: the last few weeks had flipped the script on what got him hot and bothered, and it was right in front of him. Part of him still was pissed off, but it was from frustration, not disgust. He growled and pressed his face into Matt's crotch until his nose was jammed into the cloth divider and filled with the smell of cheap fabric, sweaty pubes, and precum. The probe began moving a bit more and he ground his ass in time with its movement. He could hear Matt's breathing getting heavier on the other side of the divider.

Cal couldn't take it any longer; he grabbed the top of the pouch and pulled down, freeing Matt's stiffy to bounce against his chin. It was deep red and swollen, with the goopy foreskin pulled almost completely back. Cal grabbed the smooth hot shaft and skinned it the last bit, then slid it into his mouth and sighed with satisfaction as the sticky glans slid over his tongue. Matt groaned and released a fresh trickle of juice down the back of Cal's throat.

That's it buddy, Cal thought, just like that. His lips slid along Matt's warm skin until Cal was swallowing his entire length, just like he'd been taught, then began slowly bobbing up and down. The tickle in his ass didn't get stronger, but it kept time with his movements--or maybe just a little bit faster. Cal took the hint and increased his speed and suction, throwing in some tongue action as he did, and Matt let out an explosive "Aahhhh!" Cal gripped the shaft again and paused to swirl his tongue over the sensitive head, lapping at the ridge and probing the piss slit with his tongue tip.

"Oh God--suck it Piggy! Aaahuunnnh!..." The last moan turned into a needy whine and the precum coating Cal's tongue got richer in flavor. "I'm close Piggy. Make me fuckin' come! Make me---AHHH!" Cal had squeezed his hand around the base of Matt's shaft, and that was all it took. Warm salty goo sprayed the back of his throat as his friend started coming, grunting in time with the shots he was launching down the big jock's throat. Cal grunted as he swallowed, trying to take it all as he swirled his tongue around and over the cock filling his mouth, but between Matt's bucking and the size of his pent-up load there was no way he could keep up, and he could feel the cum leaking out his mouth and running down his chin to join the earlier loads. This was far and away the sluttiest shit he'd ever pulled in his life with anyone, guy or chick, and he was surprised at how much he was liking it. He growled in appreciation as he finished the blow job, the warm pulses adding to his enjoyment.

Matt thrust a few more times, his pent-up load finally slowing to a manageable level, and then he let out a long sigh of relief. "Fuuuuuck. Fuck, I needed that so bad. Thanks...Piggy." Cal could picture the look on the tall guy's face perfectly, and wished they didn't have that partition in the way. Still, he thought as he wiped off his chin (again), that'd been fuckin' sick. If only...

His phone chimed and he felt a thrill of anticipation. Could he actually get a break here? Oh thank fucking God, he mouthed as he looked at the screen: "Your turn" it read.

He scrambled to his feet. Matt was just pulling his sloppy dick out of the opening, and Cal took the opportunity to pop his hardon out of the jock and push it through the newly-vacant slit. "Your turn, Slut," he said hoarsely. Just the stimulation from the cloth as he'd slid his dick through it had sent a shiver up his back, he was that horned up. He didn't know how long--

"AHHFUCK!" he shouted. Matt must've dropped to his knees instantly, his mouth was wrapped around Cal's unit so fast. That warm suction pulling him in was almost unbearable, and he felt his knees buckling. "Oh my God," he croaked as he tried to stay upright. He could feel the tip of his dick bumping up against the back of Matt's throat, and he whimpered at the feel of a rough tongue swirling along his length. The plug in his ass started a slow ramp up that made his hips buck, and when Matt pulled off him partway and began swirling his tongue around Cal's cock head it was all over--he hadn't even lasted fifteen seconds. With a loud "NYUUUNGGH!" he unleashed, his balls emptying their pent-up load in what felt like a continuous blast of cum. His asshole clenched on the probe, intensifying its sensations, and he made a noise that could only be described as a squeal. His hips bucked uncontrollably, and then another massive jet was erupting from his piss hole. He was distantly aware of Matt choking as he tried to keep up, but there was nothing Cal could do at that point: he was helpless to stop. Each time his glutes jerked the probe's sensations intensified, bouncing him from the waves of pleasure deep in his ass to the mind-blowing sucking his cock was experiencing.

"AHUUUHH!" He rose up on his toes for the third shot, instinctively trying to get deeper into Matt's warm mouth; he was pretty sure that shot basted the tall jock's tonsils pretty well. At least, Matt made a choking noise and suddenly backed off a bit. Cal's orgasm was still going, but he'd regained his senses enough to feel a little bad for the guy, and pulled back a bit. It must not have been too terrible though because Matt kept most of him in as Cal finished, the wet slurping noises indicating he was swallowing Cal's load okay. Or at least most of it--it sure had felt like a big one.

He finally stopped moving and just stood there panting as Matt gripped his shaft and polished his knob clean, squeezing the last few drops out of him as he did. "Oh God," he said weakly, "that was fucking awesome. Holy shit."

"Yes sir," Matt agreed, "that was something else." He took Cal's head and rubbed it over his lips and chin; Cal could tell from the slick sensation that a lot of his load had escaped Matt's mouth. His buddy slurped up the bit of jizz that he'd just wiped on Cal's glans, then let go and stood up. There was a pause while neither one of them knew what to do, and then Matt came back around the partition. His face was red and shiny with sweat, and streaks of white fluid led from the corner of his mouth down his throat. His dick was still semihard and hanging out of his jock, and Cal noticed his pubes were matted and wet with spit and cum. Cal realized he probably looked about the same. And also that something about it was really fucking hot. Maybe it was what they'd shared, or the aftereffects of his orgasm, but the evidence of their raunchy, slutty, no-holds-barred encounter was really working for him. Without another word he grabbed Matt around the waist and slid his tongue deep into the taller man's mouth. Matt opened up and pushed his own tongue back, letting Cal taste himself. For a couple of minutes they made out like that, in a post-orgasmic haze of male sweat and jizz. At one point Matt's hand slid down his ass crack, and without even thinking Cal arched his back to give him easier access. Part of him still had trouble believing he was doing this, but a bigger part was hungry for Matt's fingers to go further, continuing the teasing they'd begun the other night. But far too soon Matt pulled away; Cal could feel he'd started firming up already, pressing into Cal's crotch, and his own dick was thickening too. They were both breathing heavily.

Matt put one hand on Cal's chest. "Okay, okay," he said thickly, "I gotta go."

"You think we can?" Cal asked. By which he meant: do you have to? He could feel his cock inflating all the way, twisting to stand upright between them, and Matt was right with him.

"Yeah, I think that was the grand finale," Matt said. "And if I stay...I'm gonna do stuff. That'll get us in trouble." His middle finger circled around the base of Cal's butt plug, making the stockier man shudder.

Cal couldn't help the whimper he let out as Matt teased his aching asshole, but he let his head drop against his friend's shoulder, recognizing his point. "Yeah...yeah. We should check though," he said. Maybe they could stay for another round.

"Okay," Matt agreed, then nuzzled his ear. "Fuck...."

"Yeah," Cal sighed, then pushed them apart. This thing with Matt was nothing like any hookup he'd ever had, especially now. Wanting someone like this, and not having them...it was freakin' torture. Beating his meat didn't even come close. "Lemme check in." His voice was thick as he picked up the phone, and he didn't even try to hide his woody. Part of him hoped Matt would jump his bones anyway, screw the consequences. He opened his iSlut app.

sir, can we go?

[pause]

Full of cum boy?

Cal thought for a second. This had been...hotter than he'd ever thought. But after blowing Matt....

Yes sir.

You made some guys very happy tonight boy. Go home and get some sleep.

Cal wasn't quite sure how he felt about that comment. Pleased, but also weirded out that he was pleased. And...well, not disappointed. Not really. But damn, Matt was right there covered in spooge and with his hard on pointing right at him. Shit. Get it together Brenner, he thought.

"He says we can go," he said.

"Okay, cool." Matt's look was hard to decipher. He'd seemed ready to roll, but did he look relieved now? Had Cal imagined what Matt had just been doing to him? No, fuck that: they'd made out before this. Matt was definitely into this. For sure. Cal could feel himself tensing up as he tried to sort out what the fuck he wanted.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Cal muttered, and grabbed his stuff. Suddenly he just wanted to get out of there, away from it all. He threw on his jeans and jacket over his Piggy shirt, and wiped his face off on a bathroom towel. Good enough. "You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah, one sec." Matt was lacing up his boots; he seemed as eager to get out as Cal did. Cal watched impatiently...but his asshole still tingled where Matt had touched him. This was so fucked up. Hot. But fucked up. "Okay, let's go." Matt hopped up and the two of them bolted. They were at the door when Cal noticed something.

"Matt, wait."

His friend turned around, curious and impatient, and Cal wiped the glob of cum off the underside of his chin. "Kinda obvious dude." The two of them stared at each other for a second, and then Matt took Cal's finger in his mouth and licked it clean without a word. Cal sucked in his breath. "Umm..."

"Later bud. Let's get out of here." Matt gave him a quick nervous smile--he didn't want to get busted any more than Cal did. But shit...you didn't suck your buddy's cum off his finger unless you were into it. Which, duh. But still...they hadn't had the butt plugs driving them nuts, and Matt had still done it. And damned if Cal hadn't liked it, even without the joy buzzer getting him horned up. So yeah, things were definitely happening. Whatever that meant.

"'K," he said weakly, and the two of them bolted for Cal's truck.

On the way back to his place neither one of them said anything; they both had a lot to think over. When they got back to Cal's condo Matt hopped out of the truck, but didn't make a move to come up. "Think I'm just gonna chill tonight, y'know? Kind of...it was a weird night." His look said he was still thinking things over, probably same as Cal.

"Yeah, cool, cool." Cal's brain replayed the feel of Matt's finger touching him, and he felt his dick stiffen again. But...yeah, be chill, he thought. "See ya' soon."

"Yeah." Matt turned to go, the paused. "We're cool though, right?"

"Yeah." Cal felt his face split into a relieved grin. "For sure."

"Okay, yeah." Matt's grin answered his. "Yeah, great. Night Cal." He waved and headed across the parking lot, and Cal watched him go. At the edge of the street light Matt turned and gave a little wave, and Cal waved back before heading up into his condo. He needed a shower like nobody's business, he thought, and then a good pull on that bottle of JD. He had a lot to think about.