Partying with the Frat Guy

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Author's Note: Avoid this story if references to smoking cigarettes and doing drugs will offend you. I wasn't originally planning to write a second chapter, but I decided to let my imagination run wild after reading all your comments. I'll likely end this story here, but expect some similar themes from me in future works.

Partying with the Frat Guy, Chapter 2

By Bryce Manning

God damn it, Mike. I can't believe I fucking said any of that shit. After ten minutes of lying there with him like a satisfied whore, I abruptly bolt up from his bed. "Fuck, bro!" I mumble, trying to formulate an excuse. "How long have we been here? They're expecting me back at that party!"

He eyes me suspiciously like he understands exactly what's happening in my brain. Whatever. My naked ass flees to the living room where I'd stripped off all my clothes, urgently pulling everything back on in the entryway.

Mike appears in the hallway, still nude himself, glancing at me uncertainly. Our eyes meet for a fleeting second as I press my feet into my shoes. "You don't want to shower or clean up at all before you go?" he asks.

"Later, dude!" I call back without answering his question or looking at his face. I close the door so hard it slams shut, sprinting down the two flights of stairs to the ground. As soon as I hit the sidewalk, I'm desperately reaching for my smokes, firing one up and greedily dragging on it.

Fuck! God damn it, Mike! What the fuck did you do to me! I'm not gay! I feel like I'm arguing with him in my mind as I start walking back toward the house. You know how many chicks I've banged, man? I was high and coked up! And drunk! You took advantage of me! I was too fucked up to stop you! I bite my lip imagining the things he might say back. I can't deal with that right now. Shut up, Mike! Fucking faggot! You're lucky I didn't beat your ass after what you did to me!

I'm hitting the cigarette so intensely I finish it within two minutes, throwing the smoldering butt down and stubbing it out with the sole of my shoe.

"There's a trash can right there!" some eco freak woman yells at me.

"Fuck off!" I howl, twisting my head over without bothering to look at her face. I throw my middle finger up as I grab another cylinder from the pack, pressing it between my lips and igniting it with my lighter. "Plenty more where that came from too, bitch!"

"Asshole!" she screams back.

I grin, blowing out a cloud of smoke triumphantly like I'd won some huge victory. I wanted a hundred petty confrontations like that right now, anything that could distract me from the horrible thoughts about Mike. Fucking Madison. This is her fault too. She knew our house dealer had been out of coke for weeks, that I'd leap and drop everything I was doing if she dangled a few bumps worth in my face. No more of that shit. Doing lines is what made me fuck up the first time.

Fucking Kyle. Fuck you too, dude! I made it sound like the blowjob had happened ages ago when I mentioned it to Mike, but it had been way more recent than I implied. Maybe a month ago? We were both wasted at the house, too drunk to have any luck with the chicks after they'd started to depart, when Kyle asked if I wanted to do a little blow. I'm not the kind of guy who can turn down an offer to get fucked up. He was being protective of his stash, not wanting to share with anyone else, so we sloppily stumbled up the stairs to the second floor. Kyle lives in one of the few single rooms in the house because he's technically an officer, holding one of the bullshit jobs like historian, but it still came with some privileges.

We sat down on the loveseat in his cramped room, taking turns snorting off a picture frame. I felt euphoric after we each did a couple lines, and then the grandiosity kicked in. I was the greatest and most powerful person in the world, capable of absolutely anything, a fucking god. I deserved to be worshiped. Why weren't there people worshiping me right fucking now?

"Really makes up for not getting laid tonight, right?" Kyle posed with a satisfied smirk.

Oh shit, I'd barely remembered he was there. I realized I was insanely horny, like I wanted to bust five times a row. "Dude, I seriously might need to go beat off," I said without thinking anything of it, expecting I'd quickly slip out of his room now that I got what I wanted.

There was a glint in Kyle's eye as he gazed at me. "I was just thinking the same thing, man. You want to get it over with? Maybe do a couple more lines after we finish?"

I hadn't envisioned him in my plans, but the promise of a few more lines of coke was enticing as fuck. Why make a big deal about it? We were bros. We saw each other naked all the time anyway. Drunk and high in that moment, I felt completely comfortable jerking off in front of another guy. I slipped my shorts down to my ankles without saying anything, not wearing underwear beneath them, my hard dick sticking up demandingly.

Kyle looked over intently and followed my lead, pulling his khaki shorts and boxers off. We both gripped our shafts and started stroking right in front of each other. I tried not to look over at first, until I realized he was unashamedly watching me jerk. I figured it must be cool. Seeing Kyle touch his cock, slightly longer and thicker than mine, was definitely turning me on.

"This would be even better with some porn," he muttered, releasing his length as he stood up. He grabbed his laptop from his desk and climbed into the bed, setting the computer down between his legs and patting the space beside him. "Come on over, bro."

Being fucked up, it didn't seem weird at all when I settled next to him, our bare thighs touching together on the cramped bed as he loaded up some video of a hot college chick getting fucked in the ass. It felt oddly natural jerking off with him as we watched the video, the random slut screaming as a huge dick dove deeply into her gaping hole.

When I pulled my hand away to spit into it, Kyle grabbed my dick without any warning. I instantly wanted to yell out "What the fuck are you doing?" but his warm hand actually felt incredible. I let him rest it there for a few moments, shocked that I was enjoying his touch. "Dude?" I muttered softly, glancing over at his face like I didn't understand.

"Oh fuck," he reacted, releasing my pulsing cock and yanking his hand away. "Sorry, I don't even know why I did that. I'm so messed up right now."

I was definitely messed up too. I knew I wanted him to touch me again. "That felt...good," I admitted.

The glimmer shined in his expression for a second time. "Yeah?"

I looked at Kyle pleadingly, feeling his hand return to my dick. His grasp was electric, my mouth gaping open and a moan escaping it as soon as his warm fingers wrapped around my shaft. My heart was already racing from the coke, but now I felt goosebumps all over my body. Kyle started to gently stroke me, more precum than I'd ever seen in my life magically dribbling out of my head.

I felt like he'd done this before and knew exactly what he was doing, recalling those telling shimmers in his eyes, but I didn't care. It must have been the fucking blow. Getting jerked off by Kyle was feeling better than fucking any pussy I'd ever scored. The grandiosity set in again as the surprise gradually wore off. I was so hot even other frat guys wanted to fuck me. Even Kyle.

He was shorter than me at 5'10", but he definitely had the better body. He'd spent his whole life playing soccer, his legs and glutes absolutely massive. I found myself staring at them as he worked my cock, my eyes lingering up to the hand enveloped around his solid dick, to his trimmed black pubes. My gaze traced up from there to his chiseled abs, more defined than mine had ever been, shaved smooth except for the line of hair that led from his belly button into his pubes. As Kyle stroked me expertly, my view drifted even higher, up to his tight chest, his veiny arms, and then I finally beheld his face. I'd never thought of him being attractive before, but now I knew he was. There was stubble on his jaw, his lips full, his green eyes impassioned as he worked his hand against my shaft. His black hair was buzzed short. How had I never even noticed that?

He catches me spying, smirking at me. "That feel good, man?"

"Bro," I grunted. "I can't believe how fucking good that feels." I meant it.

Kyle looked excited, even thrilled as he jerked both our dicks. "Yeah, it definitely does," he whispered.

He was hot, and I knew I needed to feel more. Fucking coke. I'd never thought about a guy like that in my life but I didn't care anymore. "You ever sucked a guy's dick?" I asked, staring straight at him.

He looked nervous, like he was hesitating about how to answer the question.

"I'd let you, bro," I volunteered without waiting for a reply. "I'm flying right now. And I'm so fucking horny."

A dead serious expression seized his face. "You can't ever tell anyone else that we did this," he declares solemnly. "Seriously, man. I know how much you like to run your mouth when you get messed up." His hand was still on my cock as he spoke the words.

I rolled my eyes. "You think I'm going to fucking tell anyone that I let another dude blow me?" I dismissed.

He nodded his head. "Ok." Kyle let my shaft go, lifting his body up and positioning himself between my legs, his mouth a few inches from my rock hard dick. "You sure?"

Seeing an attractive guy that close to my crotch was surreal. Part of me wanted to chicken out, to say that I'd changed my mind and stop this wild experimentation right now, but another part took over. "Just do it," I hissed. I wanted to feel Kyle swallow my cock.

He quickly dove his mouth down on my shaft, swallowing half of it instantly like it was the most natural thing in the world. He bobbed up and down on my dick like he'd longed for it, taking more of my length every time he thrusted down, until his lips were planted against my pubes and balls.

"God damn," I grunted. "Dude!" This was already the best head of my life, even just a minute in, better than the middling blowjobs any sorority girl had ever mustered. "Suck that fucking cock," I growled blissfully as he deepthroated me again, not even caring that it was a guy offering the amazing pleasure.

Kyle blew me so expertly that my orgasm quickly mounted. "Bro!" I shouted as quietly as I could, feeling him work his tongue vigorously against my shaft. "Fuck! I'm going to cum!" He deepthroated my dick one last time, burying my length as I started shooting, my hands grasping his head as the volleys of cum landed in his mouth. I was gasping as my semen unleashed, certain this was the best head I'd ever had as my climax started to subside.

Kyle pulled off of my cock, cum leaking out between his lips as he opened his mouth. "Damn, man," he mumbled.

Seeing my cum on his face, I instantly panicked. What the fuck had we just done? He'd swallowed my fucking load! I didn't give him a chance to say anything else, immediately jumping off the bed. "Thanks," I muttered like I was ashamed, hiking my shorts back up and lunging for the door.

I agonized over what had happened all night, barely sleeping. Fucking coke. I'd never even thought of hooking up with a guy before that moment, and I was horrified admitting that it was the best sexual experience of my life. When I inevitably saw Kyle the next day, I was terrified, but he interacted with me like nothing remarkable had occurred between us. There were no awkward conversations, no lingering glances. Maybe he was so wasted he didn't even remember. I fucking hoped that was the case.

But I couldn't forget that night, even if he had. Kyle had thrown a light switch on in my brain, awakening a curiosity I wasn't even aware of as I now desperately tried to turn it off. I started thinking about the blowjob every time I jerked off, recalling his hot mouth bouncing up and down on my cock, my whole shaft sliding down his throat, my cum seeping out between his lips. The best fucking head of my life, and it was from a dude! I wandered into looking at gay porn whenever I had free reign over my double room, always prepared to throw my phone down in an instant if my roommate walked in. The blowjobs in the scenes were nice enough, but they always seemed perfunctory, a necessary build up to the real centerpiece: the fucking. The way the gay guys moaned and cursed getting railed made getting head look mediocre, almost boring. I started imagining being the guy on the bottom when I stroked, picturing myself moaning as some dude shoved his dick in my ass and introduced me to pleasure that would make Kyle's awesome blowjob look dull. I knew I wasn't going to stop until I discovered what getting fucked actually felt like. Was it really as amazing as the porn stars made it seem?

While I was secretly dreaming of taking it in the ass, I started compensating like crazy. I was plowing a girl every other night, not making an effort to be selective anymore, always fantasizing about being in her place as she passionately screamed and moaned and pleaded for my dick. I was so fucking jealous of all of them. I needed to understand their urgent cries.

I was definitely trying to compensate when I'd departed the house earlier today, after busting three times the night before imagining getting fucked. I was intent on banging Madison, maybe even another one of the chicks I'd find in her apartment. That's when I saw Mike smoking beside the sidewalk, obviously looking at me as I walked up the street. He was blatantly checking me out, not making any effort to hide it. He wasn't the most flamboyant-looking gay guy in the world, but his shameless glances had given him away. I knew he thought I was fucking hot. Who doesn't? And he was hot too, hotter than Kyle. He was lanky but his face was gorgeous, an obvious bulge in his shorts like he couldn't possibly hide his cock. I decided to pretend I was out of smokes even though I had a pack sitting in my pocket, eager to somehow start a conversation with him. I had to get him to that party with me. I'd planned to just ask him questions about getting fucked, but I ran with the opportunity to satisfy my lust when I felt like he couldn't possibly turn me down.

And now I'm regretting it all again. What the fuck am I doing? Fucking Mike. Fucking Madison. Fucking Kyle. The guys are still partying out on the front lawn when I reach the house, several games of beer pong and cornhole unfolding as I strut back into the crowd. I try to conceal all the emotions roiling in my head, starting toward one of the coolers full of beer.

"Dude, you're back already?" one of bros asks. "I thought you ditched us to go hang with that snow bunny."

I don't even care who he is, just wanting him to fuck off. "Oh yeah, I did," I try to brag enthusiastically. "Did a few lines, fucked the hottest chick there, and decided to bounce."

He laughs. "You're so fucking shameless."

I grin emptily as I grab a cheap beer out of the cooler, cracking it open and shotgunning it like I'm gulping down water. I immediately repeat that treatment with another can as I stick a cigarette into my mouth, blankly drinking and smoking for awhile, desperate to just forget everything.

"You good, man?" someone asks.

I look up to see Kyle staring at me, concern evident on his face. Shit, he's the last fucking person I want to see right now. "Yeah, I'm fine," I answer gruffly.

His expression is skeptical. "I just watched you crush four beers and smoke three times in the last fifteen minutes, bro. You sure?"

What the fuck is he doing watching me? Another fucking faggot! "Trying to come down from some coke, dude, that's all," I try to explain. "I'm wiped after banging some slut." I don't care if he believes me.

"Lucky," Kyle murmurs, shooting a knowing glance at me as he grins. "I bet she was really hot." He accentuates "she" like he knows exactly what I was doing, swigging out of his beer can as he walks away.

Shit, he does remember the blowjob! He's been playing it coy this whole time! I feel myself sneering, but my stomach loudly gurgles and disrupts my anger. Drinking four beers that quickly was a terrible idea. Damn it, Mike! Fuck you, Mike! I clench my asshole suddenly worried that his load is going to begin spraying out of my ass right here on the lawn. I start toward the house, suppressing an urge to run toward the bathroom. I bolt up the stairs to the one on the third floor, knowing it should be relatively quiet there. I see two bros at the urinals as I sequester myself in one of the stalls, hearing a flush.

Fucking Mike. I pull my shorts to my ankles and sit down on the toilet, waiting for the last guy at the urinal to leave the bathroom. I reach a finger down to my hole, wondering what kind of damage it had sustained. The ring is clamped down tight, the skin around it feeling puffy, almost swollen, the whole area slicked with a gummy wetness. That must be lube and some of Mike's cum. I can't fucking believe another man's seed is buried in my ass right now. The urinal finally flushes, the bathroom door swinging open. Fucking finally! I let my ass unleash, a huge stream of warm liquid trickling out along with huge spurts of air. With every push, more semen floods out of me. God damn him and that huge fucking horse cock! I thought it felt like a lot as his dick pumped his load into my guts, but this was unreal. After a few minutes of pushing, I'm convinced I've expelled as much as I possibly can.

Looking down, I realize my cock is rock hard. What the fuck? How is emptying that disgusting shit out of my ass making me horny? I stand up and peer into the bowl before I flush the toilet, seeing heaps of the milky white fluid floating in the water. My dick jumps. Fuck! I flush, almost feeling regretful as I watch Mike's cum drain away. What the fuck is wrong with me?

My first instinct is to go back downstairs to slam some more beers and find a few blunts I could hit, but I'm not in the mood to party. This gay shit is fucking with my head. I retreat to my room instead, my roommate gone enjoying the festivities. I strip my clothes off without bothering to cover myself, gripping my dick. It's still rock hard.

I know Mike didn't make me do anything. In reality, the real one that isn't dictated by what I pretend to be the truth, I know I'd actually tricked him into being a participant. I temporarily lost control of the scenario when he adamantly refused to pull his dick out of my butt, but I could have easily decked the kid and forced him to retreat. But I didn't. I didn't have any desire to force him off. I liked the way he'd challenged me, demanding that I give in and not relenting until I did. I loved Mike being in control. I'm stroking myself hard as I replay those moments in my brain.

Fucking...Mike. Shit. Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me! I start remembering how incredible my ass felt as his massive dick plowed it. The guy was right, it felt different than fucking. It felt better, especially when he pummeled me into cumming without even touching myself. What's the point of getting off right now without his cock in my ass? It's never felt that amazing before and it never will unless I take it up the ass again. I let go, immediately feeling anxious realizing I don't have his phone number. I'd escaped so quickly and intently that I'd never had a chance to ask. Why do I suddenly want a dick in my ass now that I'm horny again? My head is so fucked up right now and I can't even fucking talk to him?

Mike is gay. Kyle is gay too. He has to be, sucking my cock like he'd done it a hundred times before. They'd both given me the best sexual experiences of my life. Am I gay? The hair stands up on the back of my neck. I'd been refusing to believe that since I tore away from Mike's apartment, but this denial shit isn't working very well. I need to fucking talk about this stuff with someone, and I mean talk. I'm horny enough to admit that if I see Mike again I'm going to immediately be begging him to take me home and fuck my brains out for a second time. How am I supposed to restrain myself so that I don't end up trapped back in this loop, having the best time of my life, feeling regretful, and then craving it all again?

I decide I need to get Mike over to the house, the one place we can't possibly fuck around. We could get a little lit, find a quiet corner, and I could pour my feelings out. We were having a big party in two days. Would he ever go for that, though? Mike was hesitant enough about the first party I'd roped him into. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would feel at home chilling with me in a rowdy frat house. Whatever, I still have to try. The last month of my life has been completely fucked. I can't keep living like this. I need some fucking answers.

I didn't get Mike's number when we hooked up, but I knew where I might find him. The next day, I trudged over to his restaurant at 2:00, a couple hours earlier than when I'd first sighted him and lured him to the party with the sorority sluts. I'm dreading seeing him with every step closer, worried that he's going to tell me to get lost, but I still really hope he's there.

He looks surprised when he notices me walking up to the counter, talking to me like he doesn't know me at all while I order some food.

"Long day?" I ask as he swipes my credit card.

"Yeah," he mumbles, handing me my card back with the receipt, our fingers brushing slightly against each other.

I want him to touch me again so fucking badly. "You getting off any time soon?"

His eyebrows jump up. "At 4:00," he says.

I can't read his fucking face. "Nice, man. Thanks! I'll be out on the patio."

Someone else brings the food out. I sit outside Mike's restaurant for almost two hours after I finish eating, waiting for his shift to end. I jump up when I finally see him walking out. "Mike!" I call.

He looks surprised that I'm still there. "Uh, hey," he greets reluctantly, his eyes distrustful as they meet mine.

"Can we talk?" I ask, trying to sound as sincere as I can.

He shrugs his shoulders. "Ok."

I lead him to the table I'd been sitting at, pulling my cigarettes out.

Mike shakes his head immediately. "You can't smoke out here near the tables. My manager will have my ass for it if she sees us together."

"Sorry," I mutter. I really need to outgrow all the little crutches I find myself constantly relying on to get through my daily life. Maybe I'd be happier if I did.

"What do you want to say?" he asks impatiently. "You know I've been here working for the last eight hours, right?"

I look away, sighing before I glance up at him. "I got scared yesterday and I ran," I admit. "I always act like I'm hot shit, above fucking everything, but you know what bothered me all day after I left your place? I didn't get your phone number when I was there."

Mike seems totally taken aback. "You came here to get my number? I figured you were going to tell me it was a mistake."

I smirk. "I keep trying to tell myself it was, but honestly that's not going so well. So yeah." His hand is right there on the table across from me. I wish I were man enough to reach out and fucking grab it. "I really need someone to talk to, man. That's all."

He smiles kindly, his whole energy shifting. "Sure, let's go grab a drink some time. I'm always down to talk."

I might as well own up about why I don't want to do that. "Dude, I know what's going to happen if I'm alone with you like that. I kind of have something in mind already. I wanted to invite you to another party."

Mike looks hesitant as soon as the last word escapes my mouth, shaking his head. "A party? I don't get it. Why?"

"It's at the frat house tomorrow night," I explain, "the one place I won't be instantly begging to...you know. It would be way too risky there."

"Can't I just go there and see you at a normal time?" Mike challenges.

God damn I want that cigarette. "Well, technically yes, but it will look way less weird if I'm hanging out with you at a crowded party. Not that I should care about what anyone thinks about us hanging out. I mean, I don't really care if people see us together. I'm not embarrassed about it, but yeah, it would look less weird, you know?" I'm fucking rambling now, worried that I'm going to lose my chance with him at any second. Fuck it. I plant my hand against Mike's, reaching my fingers against his palm. "I'm pretty sure I know what I want, man, but I need a little help." I gaze desperately into his eyes.

He looks at me like he's going to say no, but his hand is still nestled together with mine.

"Look," I start before Mike can interrupt me, "this has been fucking hard for me, dude, but I don't want to keep running away if this is who I am. Honestly. I'm being straight up with you this time. Please."

Mike is silent for a few moments. "Fine, I'll go," he decides. "But you lied your ass off last time. If I catch you lying to me again, I'm out."

I'm grinning as he pulls his hand away and stands up, starting to walk away. "Bro, I still didn't get your number!" I yell.

Mike turns around. "Just tell me when and where if you're serious about this. Maybe you'll get it then."

"Come around 9:00. The TKE house. I'll put you on the guest list."

He glares at me. "If you flip out again and I'm not, I'll tell everyone there I fucked your ass," he says seriously before he smiles and breaks into laughter. "I better fucking see you tomorrow, Billy."

With Mike disappearing into the distance, I whip out my cigarettes and light one up still sitting at the table, gleefully inhaling a puff and blowing a big cloud out. I can't believe he said yes.

A stern-looking woman bounds out of the restaurant door within a minute, eyeing me. "Hey, you can't smoke out here!" she scolds.

Shit. "Sorry," I mutter, standing up and walking past her as she scowls at me, fighting my urge to throw up my middle finger and call her a cunt. I can't afford to fuck things up with Mike acting like an asshole this time. It wasn't worth the risk.

Checking my phone, I realize it's 9:15. Mike should already be here if he's going to show up. I'd soberly offered the invitation, but I was so anxious about making good on my plan that I was currently six beers in. I wander the house looking for Mike, traversing the whole first floor before I spot him talking to Kyle. "Dudes!" I greet, trying to sound like I'm not terrified. Had they been fucking talking about me?

Kyle's mouth turns up into a smug grin. "Where the fuck have you been, bro? Mike said you were supposed to find him fifteen minutes ago!"

I wonder how they met each other without being introduced, but the answer seems obvious. Of course the gay frat guy walked up the other random gay guy curious about what he was doing here, maybe even hoping to score with him. The second Mike mentioned that I was the one who'd invited him to this party Kyle must have put it all together. "Sorry," I slur, glancing apologetically at Mike. "Seriously, I just realized how late it was when I looked at my phone."

"You're good," Mike assures me. "Kyle was just telling me some crazy stories about you."

I feel myself flushing. "Uh, some, uh, stories?" Like about him sucking my dick? That fucking douchebag.

Kyle chuckles. "Was I not supposed to mention some of the legendary shit you've pulled around here to your new friend?" He emphasizes the last two words with his eyes locked on mine before he shifts his gaze to Mike. "This dude is always down for some really crazy stuff."

This is fucking nerve-racking. I feel like Kyle's talking to me in code, signaling that he wants to fuck both of us. "You've done your share of crazy shit too," I mutter at him.

He gulps from the cup in his hand. "Billy, you never told me about that chick you fucked the other day." Kyle glances at Mike and looks back to me, flashing that same knowing look I'd seen on the lawn. "Was she hot?"

"Yeah, man, pretty hot," I answer. Mike looks so uncomfortable.

"Would she think I'm hot? You should ask her, dude," he suggests. "I bet we could have a lot of fun together."

For a moment I picture both of them reaming me, my dick starting to harden. I know what he's asking me to do. "Maybe you should get your own fucking girls."

Kyle shrugs. "Well, I'm going to grab another drink. Really nice to meet you, Mike." He flashes him a big smile and shakes his hand as he wanders off.

Mike looks so confused as the guy steps away. "What was that about?"

"Can we take this to the lawn?" I'm not that drunk. I don't need everyone in the house knowing all the details of my sordid fumblings yet.

"Yeah, Ok," Mike agrees.

I lead him out to the isolated yard, just a few other people milling around it, the music from the party still loud. I take a deep breath. "That's the guy who sucked my dick," I reveal. "Sounds like he's into you too."

Mike seems shocked. "How does he know we fooled around?"

I roll my eyes. "I didn't even think he remembered sucking me off until I saw him when I came back from your place. I don't know how, but he knew what happened. He knew I was having sex with a guy. Maybe because I was acting so weird afterward? I really was a mess, man."

"He's hot," Mike says lustfully. "I'd definitely fuck him. Or let him fuck me."

Fuck! The porn scene starts playing through my mind again, both of them naked and taking turns on me. "You want me to tell him?" I ask with a smirk.

He bites his lip, seeming conflicted. "Eventually. I guess that's not why we're here tonight, right? I can control my urges."

But can I control mine? "I don't know, bro," I hesitate, already feeling my plan crashing down. "If I want to fuck both of you right now, doesn't that say everything?"

"You want to fuck both of us?" Mike says excitedly. "Together? Like have a threesome?"

I lift my hand up to my face and start nervously sliding it back and forth across my forehead. "Yeah, maybe."

He leers at me. "I really wish you could grab my dick right now, like you did at the last party you dragged me to. I'm so hard picturing that."

"So am I," I confess. I wish I could fucking kiss him. We're both quiet for a few moments, both horny as fuck. What was I thinking inviting him here with Kyle wandering around still thirsting for me?

"Well, it's up to you," Mike decides. "I'm down for anything. What do you want to happen tonight?"

I know what I want to happen. "Give me your number first, dude," I say as I whip my phone out. "I want to be able to talk to you later without having to buy lunch first."

"Yeah, sure."

He shares his digits and I send him a text. "Done. So should we go find Kyle?"

Mike is grinning the asshole smile I'd seen when he pulled out his massive fucking horse cock for the first time. "Yeah, let's go find Kyle. If he's down we can ditch this party and all of us can go back to my place."

Fuck yes! We wander back into the TKE house, the space already more crowded and raucous than when we'd retreated to the lawn. I spot Kyle talking to a group of guys, garnering his attention the second I start walking up to him. He twists his head to me expectantly.

"Hey, dude," I greet him again. "Can I talk to you for a second when you're free?"

His green eyes light up. "Yeah, bro, I'll be over in a minute."

I plant Mike in a sparse spot in the room, Kyle exiting his interaction at lightspeed to approach us.

"What's up?" he asks.

"I asked her, man," I announce. "She said she thinks you're really hot."

Kyle looks at Mike, who's smiling sheepishly. "Yeah? She's really hot too," he says to his face.

"Want to go back to her place right now?"

He stares straight into my eyes. "Fuck this party. Let's go, dude."

The three of us exit the frat house together, Mike taking the lead as we start our trek to his apartment. As soon as we're out of earshot, Kyle opens his mouth.

"So I've been wondering ever since I saw you the other day," he starts, glancing at me. "Who fucked who?"

"Mike fucked me," I volunteer.

Kyle scoffs. "You fucking asshole," he says playfully. "I sucked your dick and you didn't even touch mine! Not once! Now you're a fucking bottom?"

Mike peers over his shoulder at both of us. "He's a total bottom," he declares.

Kyle punches my shoulder lightly. "I never would have guessed. You were so freaked out about getting head after you busted in my mouth. I was afraid to talk to you about it."

"Thanks for that, man," I mutter. "I didn't even think you remembered anything happening until I saw you the other day. And then I knew you did. But that's what led me to meeting Mike."

Mike looks back again briefly, a wide grin spread across his face. He doesn't even say anything.

After ten minutes of walking, we're finally climbing the stairs to Mike's apartment, Kyle and I gazing at each other excitedly as he unlocks his door. As soon as we're past the threshold, we all start kissing, Mike and I, Kyle and I, Mike and Kyle. We even plunge our mouths together all at once, our three tongues ravenously sliding against each other. Their kisses are so rugged, so masculine, hard stubble on both their jaws roughly dragging across my face. I never want to waste my time fucking kissing another girl ever again.

Our dicks are all bulging demandingly through our shorts. The three of us gradually strip naked in the doorway as we're passionately making out, cycling through the combinations, occasionally all kissing together again. Mike and Kyle wind up on their knees, both their tongues swirling against my shaft and each other, taking turns swallowing me down their throats. It feels good, my cock leaking like a faucet, but this is boring foreplay compared to what I really want.

"God damn," I moan as they're both working me. "I want to get fucked, dudes."

Kyle spits my cock out, driving his tongue hard into Mike's mouth before he breaks the kiss. "You want to go fuck him?" he asks feverishly, boring into Mike's eyes.

"Fuck yeah I do," Mike answers, standing up and leading us to his bedroom.

I notice the window is wide open as we cross into the space. "Bro, should we close that?" I wonder, pointing at it.

Mike laughs. "They already heard you last time," he dismisses. "Fuck it."

That makes my dick even harder as Kyle shoves me toward the bed, forcefully turning me around so that we're face to face. He kisses my lips, latching on to me, breaking away as he launches me into Mike's mattress. He grabs my ankles and pulls my body to the edge of the bed, throwing my legs into the air and spreading them wide.

"Shit," he murmurs, grinning as he looks at Mike. "I've stolen plenty of glances of his butt, but look at that fucking perfect pink hole. Did you eat him out when you guys fucked?"

"I wish," Mike says regretfully.

Kyle drops to his knees again, pressing his face fervently between my cheeks, his tongue flicking out to touch my skin. As soon as he starts licking, I'm in heaven, his tongue lapping energetically across my hole, the tip urgently digging against my opening like he wants to shove it inside.

Fuck! Is this what girls feel when they're getting eaten out? I'd say I regret not doing it more, but fuck that! Why would I ever touch my tongue to some chick's snatch when I could have a hot guy buried in mine? I see Mike kneel down too, pushing his head against Kyle's, feeling their tongues rippling together on my hole, both of them sliding intently against each other as they sweep across my slit.

"Fuck, dudes!" I grunt.

Mike lifts his face away, the lower half of it already slicked with saliva. "You like that?" he asks as Kyle is still greedily devouring my ass, almost sucking on it with lips pressed around my hole.

"I fucking love it!" I yell, not even caring about the open window. He grips my rock hard dick, precum smearing all over my stomach.

Mike let's go and lowers his head down again, both guys taking turns trying to shove their tongues up into me. I remember what I'd learned two days ago: breathe, relax, think about how much I want this. I finally feel the tip of Mike's tongue lodge inside my hole, darting up into my ass as he grunts.

"Yeah!" I groan. "Make out with my fucking ass, man!"

Mike pulls back grinning, his face wetter than ever, as Kyle assumes his place and dives in, his tongue penetrating my hole a moment later, hungrily pushing up into my insides.

I can't take it anymore. I love being eaten out, but I need more. "Fuck me!" I beg. "I need a fucking dick in my ass right now!"

Kyle's tongue recedes, Mike wrapping his hands around the guy's head and kissing him passionately. "You first," he invites as he pulls away.

I already know he'd noticed that Kyle has a smaller dick. This was going to be my warmup for round two. I watch them both raise up, looking at me ravenously, Kyle grabbing my ankles and nestling the tip of his dick against my slick ass.

"You want my cock, bro?" he demands, almost glaring at me, like he's settling a score. He spits a few times, reaching one of his hands to spread the fluid all over his shaft.

"Fucking shove it in me," I plead, feeling the head of Kyle's dick breach the loosened ring of my hole a second after I utter the words. His length slowly creeps deeper into my butt, my insides easily stretching open, begging to be filled again. He buries his whole cock in one stroke, on the very first try, his pubes pressing against my cheeks. There's no pain, no discomfort, just the pure pleasure of finally feeling full again at last.

"God damn!" he growls, turning to Mike, who's savagely jacking off watching us. "He is a total fucking bottom, isn't he?"

"Told you," Mike says eagerly, like he can't wait to get inside me next.

I'm moaning passionately with every thrust as Kyle violently saws his rigid cock in and out of my hole for five solid minutes, looking down at me intently before he finally seizes, drawing his dick out.

"Fuck his ass," he orders Mike, stepping to the side.

Mike moves between my legs, pressing his massive dick against my hole, but the fact that I hadn't experienced anything other than missionary was driving me nuts.

"Can I try riding you, man?" I beg. I'd seen it in porn countless times over the past few weeks, dreaming of being the cock hungry slut who greedily slams himself down on another guy's hard shaft.

He slaps his dick against my butt, effortlessly pressing the head in a few inches before he withdraws. "Yeah? You want to ride me?" He reaches his hands out for me to grab, guiding me up off the bed as he lays down at the center, tucking his head into a pillow. "Get on top of me," he commands, his huge pulsing horse cock thirstily jutting out as he lubes it liberally.

I climb up and straddle him, my legs against the bed, lowering my ass down until I feel his big head drooling precum between my cheeks.

He looks ferociously into my eyes, latching on to my hips with his hands. "Relax and don't worry about how big it is," he reminds me. "Think about how much you want to do this." He knows Kyle's dick doesn't compare to his.

I nod my head, extending my hand behind myself and gripping Mike's wet cock, lining it up against my hole. I take a few deep breaths, remembering the ecstasy I'd felt the first time, the earth-shattering prostate orgasms he'd helped me achieve. I don't perceive any fear at all as I start sinking my butt down on his shaft, feeling his head gently penetrate my already slackened opening. There's no pain at all this time, after Kyle's dick had warmed me up.

"You're doing so much better," Mike encourages, a gratified smile planted on his face.

I clutch on to Mike's shoulders with my hands and plunge my ass deeper on his dick, feeling him widen my guts more than Kyle ever could as I swallow a few more inches. With half of his thick length buried inside me, I start bouncing my butt up and down, letting Mike's dick glide in and out of my hole. I know I can take him easily now.

"Fuck yeah," he murmurs, his face blissful as I hilt his dick to the root, the euphoria in my hole increasing the harder I ride him. I start to violently slam myself down on his cock, digging my fingers hard into his skin.

I'd almost forgotten Kyle was there as I energetically impaled myself on Mike's shaft, lost in fiery moans and ecstatic pleasure, but now he slaps his hard dick against my butt. I hear him jerking off vehemently behind me as I lift my ass up and down on Mike's shaft. I feel more turned on than ever.

"You want to give Kyle another turn?" Mike pants. His hair is wet, his face red and misted with perspiration.

"Fuck yeah," I moan, lifting myself off Mike's cock and letting go of his shoulders, slightly repositioning my body so that my ass is higher in the air.

"Damn, bro," Kyle hisses. "Your hole is fucking gaping open right now. You're such a fucking slut."

"Fuck me," I whimper. His hands grab my hips, and I hear him spitting again as he rubs his cock against my sloppy opening. He starts pushing back in and begins drilling my ass brutally, driving his length ruthlessly in and out with every hard stroke. I peer over my shoulder as I'm moaning loudly, seeing that Kyle looks as spent as Mike did, sweat dripping down his face. He smirks at me as he reams my ass, his face shifting back to intense concentration as he eagerly pistons his dick into my hole for a few more minutes.

"Shit, man, your ass is so good I'm close already," Kyle murmurs as he suddenly pulls his cock out. "Let him ride you some more, Mike."

He already has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face knowing he's going to be pressing back inside me, but I have an abrupt idea that's going to blow his mind. "Mike," I whisper uncertainly. "You think I could take both of you at the same time?"

Mike's mouth gapes open in amazement as Kyle slaps my ass. "You're so fucking greedy, dude!" he calls from behind. "I bet you can do it!"

"Well," Mike says like he's debating the idea, "if it doesn't work we can still both fuck the shit out of you." He grins. "I'm definitely down to try. You're already taking dick like you've been doing it for years."

My heart is pounding with excitement, anxiety starting to build up as I wonder if I'm really ready.

"Relax!" Mike orders, seeing the uncertainty on my face. "If you want to get double penetrated you're going to need to be more relaxed than ever."

Double penetrated. Shit. Why isn't one dick enough? I am fucking greedy! I feel like I'm crossing so many boundaries asking for this, but fuck it. I want these guys to make me feel better than I've ever felt in my life. I want both their dicks shoving against each other deep up in my ass. I swallow hard, trying to control my breathing. "I really fucking want it, man."

Mike looks resolute as he nods his head. "Sit down on my dick like you were before," he suggests. "Ride it a little." I grip his shoulders again, pushing my butt back down on his immense cock. My hole effortlessly swallows him down to the balls in one thrust as I begin eagerly bouncing my ass up and down.

He grabs my hips while he's buried to the hilt, staring into my eyes. "Hold it there," he instructs gingerly. "Let Kyle try to push the tip of his cock inside you too. We won't do anything else until you're ready."

Kyle kisses my back gently, smacking his dick against my ass. "You can do this, bro," he encourages. "We're going to make you feel so fucking good."

I'm breathing deeply, looking into Mike's reassuring eyes as I wonder how many times they can get me off powerfucking my ass together. I fucking want this. I feel Kyle's head pressing against my already stretched ring, the tip of his cock slowly punching inside me and sliding against Mike's. I yelp like a little bitch the second he invades my ass, literally sounding like a woman, barely overcoming my body's involuntary impulse to yank forward and expel the new intruder.

"Shit," I wail, breathlessly panting, my legs and ass quivering. "Shit, shit, shit!" My butt is more spread than it's ever been, more than it should be since I'd barely lost my cherry. The sensations are more intense than I could have possibly foreseen when I vainly decided I needed to take both of them at once, but I reassure myself that the rewards will be worth it. The discomfort was an obstacle to overcome, just like it was the first time I'd gotten fucked. The payoff would be totally worth the temporary struggle. I know I can accomplish this.

"Dudes!" I grunt, Kyle's tip still resting against Mike's dick inside my hole. My ass feels so strained already. I start doubting that I can really pull this off.

"You're fucking amazing," Mike compliments, obviously incredibly turned on. "I can't even believe he got his dick in you. I can fucking feel it against mine in your ass right now."

I bite my lip, determination taking over again as I catch my breath. I want Mike to feel that. Thinking about their big bare dicks pulsing together, rubbing against each other deep inside my guts is so fucking hot. I'm ready. "Give me more, Kyle," I call back intently.

His hands are gently rubbing my back. "Yeah, man?" He slides a couple more inches inside, every single one a struggle.

"On my god!" I scream, my face contorting wildly. "Fuck! Give it to me, Kyle. Just shove the whole fucking thing inside right now." I feel him pushing gently, my ass greedily parting for his length until his soft pubes are against my cheeks again. I grunt madly knowing I've hilted them both, the fullness incomprehensible. I swear I'm sitting on a fucking beer can right now, but it's so good. No wonder gay guys like getting fucked up the ass!

Mike is flashing the same asshole smirk I give bitches when I fuck them, like they're the luckiest people in the world, as he watches the expressions of pleasure play out on my face. "You ready for the really good part?" he asks. "Start fucking him a little, Kyle."

Kyle's hands grasp my shoulders as he slowly withdraws a few inches of his cock, carefully pressing them back inside.

"Fuck yeah," I whimper, moaning like a bitch again as Kyle's strokes grow forceful and more frenzied, bliss cascading through my whole body. As soon as he's fucking me comfortably, I feel Mike's hands grip my hips tighter, starting to buck his cock up into me as Kyle's balls slam against my ass cheeks. "Fuck! Oh my god! Damn, dudes!"

"Slutty fucking frat bitch," Mike snarls, almost sneering as his dick is violently colliding with Kyle's inside me. "You love having two dicks in your ass, don't you?"

"Yeah, man!" I yell back in total ecstasy. "Fuck yeah! Use that fucking slutty frat boy ass!" There are four hands wrapped around my body, two dicks shoved up my hole, the guys finally pistoning into me aggressively together, driving me to pleasure I couldn't have even comprehended until two days ago. This is where I fucking belong, ass up between two men, their dicks reaming my hole. "God fucking damn, dudes!" I moan. "Give me those big dicks!"

"Shit, bro!" Kyle shouts, slamming his shaft into me. "You want us both to dump our loads up your ass? You want to be our fucking cum dump?"

"Give me...all that...fucking cum!" I growl between moans, staring intently into Mike's eyes. "Shoot all your seed deep up in my guts!" The same sensations I'd experienced when Mike had made me cum hands free twice have been building since they started actually fucking my ass together, growing increasingly intense as the guys violently plow my hole and tell me exactly what I am. I already know I'm about to lose it.

"Fuck yeah," Mike grunts as my ass clamps hard against the two cocks battering my insides. "I feel that. You're going to fucking blow, aren't you? Let us make you cum," he says like he's commanding it. "Cum for us, Billy!"

"Oh my god!" I scream, feeling my hole gripping impossibly tight against their dicks while they're both buried to the base. "Mike! Kyle! Fuck! Fuck!" The insane burst of pleasure sends me to nirvana, instantaneously careening through me, my whole goosebumped body shaking powerfully, uncontrollably as hysterical moans escape my wide open mouth. Cum squirts from my cock up to Mike's headboard, shots splashing all over his face, his chest, his stomach as the blissful waves of pure delight finally start to recede. They'd both started savagely roaring in unison the second my climax unleashed, their rock hard cocks pulsing against my strained hole, miraculously filling out even more, stretching me even wider as both men emptied everything in their balls into the recesses of my hollowed out insides.

I see Mike's face, sweatier and more flushed than ever, lower down on the pillow as we all come down, his eyes shut, feeling Kyle's soaked head press against my back. They're both breathless, completely overwhelmed, and I feel sickly proud that I'd just inflicted this on both of them, that I'd just conquered both their dicks at once. I am a total fucking bottom.

"Damn," Mike murmurs, his eyes barely blinking open to look up at me as Kyle wraps his arms around my chest. "That was...that was...damn."

Kyle kisses my back again, rubbing his sweaty face across it. "Yeah," he agrees softly like he can't muster more words.

I feel their softening cocks both slip out, all of us groaning loudly together when it happens. I dismount, Mike sliding over on the bed and motioning for me to lay beside him, Kyle planting himself down on the other side of me as we all lay there struggling to recover. After a couple peaceful minutes between them, the warm flesh of both their bodies against mine, Mike grabs my hand.

"You feeling ok?" he whispers like he really cares.

Shit. He actually cares about me, the crazy fuckup who'd gleefully abandoned him the second it suited me. I'm tongue-tied. I don't deserve this. I feel guilty about running from him as I look at Mike's face, twisting my head to glance at Kyle. The guy briefly opens his eyes, noticing that I'm holding Mike's hand. He grabs the other, our fingers wrapping together. "Yeah," I finally answer. "I've never felt better in my life." I feel their lips peck both my cheeks in the same instant. This feels so right.

"I'm always here to talk," Mike reassures, saying the words right into my ear.

I know he thinks I'm going to freak out again at any moment.

"Me too, bro," Kyle offers, breathing his words into my other ear. "Always."

I grip both their hands tightly, feeling safe and comfortable. "Thanks, dudes," I murmur. The hair is standing up on the back of my neck again, my heart fiercely pounding as goosebumps rise up over my whole body. I start thinking about all the chicks I'd lifelessly plowed in the last month trying to deny the revelation that hooking up with Kyle had exposed. Being with them was nothing fucking like this, laying here happily on a bed squeezed between two other men. I don't know how I've managed to live for 22 years without realizing the truth about myself. Maybe that explains all my ridiculous antics, all the shameless debauchery, all the constant boozing and drugs: I've spent my whole life trying to play a part.

But I don't doubt it anymore, not after tonight, elated that two huge loads of jizz are buried up in my guts. "I think I'm gay," I admit to myself quietly, to both of them, feeling the guys envelop me compassionately. "No, I am gay. Don't let me waste any more time trying to fucking deny it."