This is a story about sex among males. If this offends you, don't read it. If this is what you're looking for, then read on...
Phil was one year ahead of me in college. He lived on campus until he graduated, and then rented an apartment in town as he worked on his Master's degree. I knew Phil casually, but my senior year roommate, Randy, was a close friend of his.
One of those boring evenings when there's nothing to do, Randy suggested we go to Phil's apartment and hang out. I agreed, and we headed out the door and across campus into town and knocked on Phil's door.
The knob turned, the door opened, and Phil greeted us wearing only a pair of gym shorts. "Come on in, guys," he said. "Want a beer?" "Sure," we both agreed, thirsty from the walk and anxious to have some of the brew that was forbidden on campus. Phil got three beers out of the fridge, and we settled into the typical graduate-student furniture in his efficiency apartment. I took a seat on the couch, Randy flopped down in the beanbag chair in the corner. Phil came and took a seat next to me on the couch.
We sat there through two beers each, and were getting pretty mellow. Randy happened to mention what a good masseur Phil was, and Phil agreed that he had studied massage and was hoping to become licensed someday as a second career. "You look pretty tense, Randy," he said, "want one of my famous backrubs?"
"Sure, I'll let you practice on me," Randy replied, as he stood up, slipped off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, and unfastened his jeans, letting them slip to the floor and stepping out of them. Since the couch was the "massage table" in that tiny apartment, I moved over to the beanbag chair as Randy spread himself out on his stomach on the sofa.
"Hey, you know the rules," Phil teased Randy. "You gotta be naked for a good massage!" With that, he gripped the waistband of Randy's white briefs and pulled them down his legs and tossed them on the floor with the other clothes. Being roommates, and neither one of us very shy, Randy and I had seen each other naked almost every day. I must admit, I enjoyed the daily view of Randy's naked 6-foot body, with broad shoulders, muscular abs and rock-hard ass, not to mention his perfectly formed dick, which was about 6 inches long when soft, the only condition in which I had seen it. I could only imagine what it looked like when aroused. At that time, I didn't realize that I was gay; I just thought that I was being normally curious about another guy. I mean, I had a girlfriend and everything (although our physical relationship had not progressed past some heavy petting).
Phil got out some lotion and began to massage Randy's back, starting at his shoulders, and working his way down to his waist. He moved then to Randy's legs, starting at the foot and working his way up past the knees to the muscular thighs. Having finished both legs, Phil then spread some of the lotion over the mounds of Randy's smooth ass and started working it in, kneading the glutes like a baker works bread dough. Now I was really starting to get interested! My crotch was getting uncomfortable (in a wonderful way!) with my dick starting to swell inside my briefs under my jeans. Trying to be inconspicuous, I adjusted myself, but I saw Phil glance over and give me a little smile.
"Turn over, let me do your front," he said to Randy, who was so mellowed out from the beer and the massage that he lazily rolled over onto his back. My eyes immediately went to his cock, which was now rock hard. I tried to stifle a quick gasp; it was curved upward, reaching past his navel, a full 8 inches at least. I don't think I had ever seen another guy's cock hard before (except for my cousin's, when we had engaged in some youthful exploration when we were both about 12).
Phil started massaging Randy's chest, working over his well-developed pecs, and teasing his nipples. He worked his way down Randy's sides to his feet, then back up the fronts of his legs, carefully avoiding touching his hard cock, but brushing along his balls ever so slightly. Randy's dick jumped and throbbed with every pass of Phil's hands over his balls. A drop of clear precum glistened at the tip of the swollen head. After finishing with some light strokes along the length of Randy's body, Phil said, "OK, you're through. Gotta save some energy for my next client, " as he winked at me.
Randy slowly raised up off the sofa, his dick still poking right into his stomach above his navel. He didn't seem the least bit self-conscious about it. "Looks like it's your turn," he said to me as he stood up walked over to stand in front of me. I was nearly trembling with nervousness.
"That's OK, I'm fine, thanks," I stammered.
"Nonsense, Brad!" said Phil. "You need a good massage. Randy, help me get him ready." With that, the two of them took my arms, stood me up, and started undressing me.
"Ok, ok!" I laughed, "I can take a hint!" I pulled my shirt over my head, pushed off my sneakers, and stepped out of my jeans. My dick was still solid, with a small spot of precum showing on my light blue bikini briefs. I tried to lie down on the sofa quickly to hide my "condition," but the other two would have none of that.
"You know the rules," Phil told me, just as he had told Randy earlier. So I raised my butt off the sofa, and slid my briefs down my legs, and Phil pulled them off me and tossed them on the floor. I could see Randy sitting on the floor near the head of the sofa, still naked, and still obviously aroused. As Phil stood next to me, spreading lotion on his hands to warm it up (a very considerate masseur!), I noticed the head of his dick protruding out from the leg of his shorts. It suddenly occurred to me how long that thing must be to hang down that far! I was guessing it had to be at least 12 inches.
Under me, my cock throbbed against the fabric of the sofa as Phil's hands started their journey across my shoulders, along my arms, down my back, and then up my legs. When he started massaging the muscles of my ass, I thought I would cum right then.
"Nice body, buddy!" Phil said as he worked my glutes.
"Thanks, I try to keep in shape," I replied. I had always fought being a bit overweight, and since starting college, I had made an effort to get to the gym for a vigorous workout several times a week. Now in my senior year, the chunky, out of shape 18-year-old who had come to this school had become a respectably muscular, hard-bodied 22-year-old.
As I was reflecting on this, thoroughly relaxed by the beer and Phil's massage (except for that one totally UNrelaxed part of me), Phil gently took me by the shoulders and turned me over. Before I could even think to be embarrassed, I was lying there on my back with a raging hardon between my legs, precum oozing from the slit.
I blushed. Phil chuckled. Randy stood up, his still hard cock almost in my face, and said, "At least now I'm not the only one in that condition!"
"That makes three of us," said Phil, as he quickly shucked off his shorts, revealing the biggest dick I had ever seen. It was rock solid, sticking straight out from above two massive balls, about 12 inches of throbbing man flesh. I thought I was going to faint. I had seen plenty of men naked, in showers and locker rooms, but none as magnificent as this. Phil swung a leg over me and sat himself on my thighs, his hard cock brushing against mine. As he massaged my chest, our dicks rubbed against each other, lubricated by the copious output of precum from both.
Phil reached down, wrapped his meaty hand around both our dicks and began to stroke them together. I had never felt such electricity in my body in my life! My hard dick rubbing against that huge 12-incher, with his firm grip around both, sent jolts throughout my whole body. Our balls bounced together with the rhythm of Phil's strokes. Randy stood beside the couch, stroking his cock and running his hands all over Phil's athletic body. I reached over and cupped Randy's balls in my hand. I had never touched another man's body like that, and the effect was incredible.
The precum was pouring out of my dick. Phil stroked harder and faster. Randy reached over and started to pinch my nipples. With that, my balls pulled up tight against my body, and my cock exploded all over my chest. Wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure charged through me. I opened my eyes and looked down just in time to see Phil's cock erupt, sending pulses of hot cum across my chest, covering my nipples, pooling in my navel, the last few shots dripping down over my still solid dick.
Randy then added his load to the sticky mess on my chest. He held his dick down against my chest as his lava erupted from deep within, spreading his seed over me and mixing it with Phil's and my own.
The room was spinning. I could hardly breathe. Phil was still sitting on my legs, his cock only now beginning to subside somewhat. Randy had gone to the kitchen to get some paper towels and was now cleaning the sticky, delightful mess off of me.
"So, did you enjoy your massage, sir? Phil asked me.
"Definitely!' was the only reply I could manage to put together, and even that took some effort.
"Well, I'm available anytime if you need another rubdown," Phil said, while Randy stood by grinning.
"I'll definitely be back!" I replied, as I started getting dressed again. Little did I know what was in store for me the next time!