Taunting Jim

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Jim first met Brad the day they moved into the dorm together, and was immediately intimidated by him. Brad had the kind of rare good looks that all the girls publicly extolled and all the guys secretly admired while carefully pretending to be oblivious of. His jet-black hair framed his Tom Cruise face, and his well- developed body testified to many hours spent in a gym. Jim's own self-esteem had been established by many years of teasing about his slight body and average face. Jim had been moderately popular among his small clique in high school, but he could see that Brad was the type of guy that everybody in school had known. Yet, unlike most incredibly popular guys, Jim found him to be instantly likable, genuine, and easy to be around.

They helped each other unpack the cars, and then to unpack the boxes in their room. The one bedroom had a bunk bed along the wall, and when neither wanted to sleep on the top bunk, Brad heaved the upper bed onto his shoulders and lowered it to the floor with no help asked for or received from Jim. They placed the beds at right angles to each other in the corner of the room, with the night table at their heads. There were no conflicts over anything, and Jim was very pleased that things were going so well. In the few hours they had known each other they had become fast friends.

After arranging the bedroom they moved together to the small den with a tiny kitchenette in the corner. After lifting and moving so many boxes, Brad exclaimed that he was burning up. He asked Jim if he minded if he got a little more comfortable. Jim said no, not really knowing what he meant. Brad was already wearing only gym shorts and a muscle shirt, but they were both wet with sweat. Brad closed the entrance door before shucking his shirt and pushing his shorts to his ankles to step out of them.

Jim was really surprised to see his new roommate standing there wearing nothing but a tiny pair of red string bikini briefs, just big enough to enclose his bulky genitals like a pouch. He went right back to work, claiming that he was much cooler now, but Jim was very distracted by his near nudity. When Brad turned around he saw that the skimpy garment, which had a narrow strip of fabric tucked deeply into his crack, nearly exposed his whole ass. He had never seen anything like it. He couldn't stop staring. Brad's body was like the statue of David in its perfection, but with much more genitalia.

When Brad noticed the staring, Jim was embarrassed, but Brad explained that his girlfriend had given him the thong bikinis and he really liked them.

"You got a girlfriend?" Brad asked.

"Yeah, back home," Jim responded.

"Do you get to screw her very often?"

"Not often enough," Jim replied. In truth they had only screwed twice, but he felt his statement was accurate enough.

"Michelle and I screw every Saturday," Brad said. "Even if we get other opportunities, she won't let me have any pussy except on Saturday. I think she thinks that she'd be a slut if she fucked more than once a week. I've got to have some relief more often than that. I mean, if I go all day and don't get some pussy, I'm in there on the toilet jacking off that night. You know, when the meat gets hard, something got to give. Hell, if I was a woman I'd be a slut and a half. I'd fuck ten times a day and walk bow- legged. I don't know why these girls have to be so stingy with their pussies. I know I'd be rich off the pussy I'd sell, and I wouldn't ask but a dollar a pop. Will your girl suck your dick?"

"No," Jim answered, caught off guard by the frankness of the question.

"Mine won't either. I finally got her to let me eat her out, but she won't lick the dick. Now there was this other girl I went out with one time. She was a real skag, but she loved to give head. She couldn't deep throat my big banana, but she would lick the shaft like it was a Haagen Das till I was ready to squirt the whipped cream, and then she would wrap her big red lips around the head and suck like a Hoover. She was so damn good I got my gun three times in two hours, and she swallowed every time. One thing's for sure ... I didn't give her a goodnight kiss."

When they had finally gotten everything put away, Brad said he was going to try out the shower. It was already after dark, so Jim sat down in the den to watch TV. When Brad emerged from the shower he joined Jim on the sofa, wearing only a towel around his waist. After a little while they both agreed that they were ready for bed, so Jim went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Brad followed him in and casually removed the towel, hanging it from the bar overhead, while a stunned Jim stared at the meat hanging from Brad's loins. Brad then stepped right up close beside Jim, raised the toilet seat, and proceeded to void his bladder with his hands on his hips. Jim didn't have the slightest idea how to react to this, and so he just stared as Brad's dangling dong jerked several times to expel the last spurts of urine. Brad then grabbed it with his fingers and shook off the last drops before turning to see Jim's stare.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I hope it won't bother you if I walk around here naked."

"No, it doesn't bother me at all," Jim mumbled with his mouth full of toothpaste.

"It's just that I come from a very open family," Brad continued to explain. "My mom died when I was little, so it's always been just my dad, my little brother, and me, so we always walk around the house with nothing on. You know, you remind me of my little brother Zack. Anyway, I figure me and you are gonna be like brother's for the next four years, so why not let it all hang out?"

"Fine with me," Jim said. But the idea made him nervous. His family had been the opposite. He had three older sisters and a mother for whom the briefest glimpse of underwear was a cardinal sin. But more than that was the knowledge that Brad's flaccid penis was larger than his own fully erect member. He had always been self-conscious about its size. He knew that 6 inches was the average, but his 5 seemed stubby and inadequate. He had never let Cathy see it with the lights on for fear that she would make some comment about its peewee dimensions. He had never had any tangible reference to compare it to until now. Brad's big baloney was not the benchmark he was seeking.

As they prepared for bed Jim couldn't stop himself from staring at Brad's equipment. He had never seen another man naked, and it fascinated him. He wished he could see it fully erect, but that secret would die with him. Brad was aware of all the staring and was flattered by it, so he decided to lie on top of the covers to remain visible to his new roomie. As Jim quickly crawled under the covers wearing Fruit-of-the-Looms and a big T-shirt, Brad started to suggest that he sleep in the raw, but decided to leave him alone.

That night Jim hardly slept a wink, watching the sleeping body of his naked new friend. In the morning he finally got to see the monster fully erect as Brad's heavy morning erection lay flat against his abdomen, extending above his naval. He watched as Brad woke up and stumbled to the bathroom to take a piss, the big thing bouncing stiffly in front of him. When he returned it was still hard and pointing above the horizon as he slid back into bed.

Jim decided to get up and cook some breakfast, so he quietly pulled on some shorts and tiptoed out, almost running into the wall from staring at Brad's hard cock and hairy balls. After a while he was surprised to find Brad sitting down to the table still wearing nothing.

Over the next week Jim was constantly distracted by Brad's nudity. When they were alone in the apartment Brad was almost always naked or close to it. He would come in from jogging and immediately remove his shorts and walk around the apartment wearing only a jock strap that was so wet with sweat its abundant contents were vividly evident. Every night he would shower around 8 o'clock and then sit with Jim on the sofa with nothing on for the rest of the evening, adjusting the position of the genitalia in his lap occasionally. Jim tried desperately to ignore it, but he just couldn't. Any time Brad was around he was staring at his oversized crotch organs or perfect ass.

Brad was very much aware of this attention, and found that he enjoyed it. He would go out of his way to expose himself to his roomie, prancing around naked far more often than he would otherwise. He always removed his pants and underwear in front of Jim because it was so funny to see how hard he tried not to look, but always ended up staring as obviously as a ten-year-old at a topless bar. He always kept a pair of shorts nearby in case someone came by for a visit. He would put them on to answer the door, but as soon as they had left he would remove them in front of Jim and enjoy the stares. He also thought it was funny that Jim had never allowed Brad to see him naked, and correctly guessed that he was ashamed of his size. He didn't intend to antagonize Jim over this, but he just enjoyed the attention too much to stop flaunting his equipment.

He began to devise new ways to expose himself to Jim, and one day when a light bulb blew in the den he climbed up on a stepladder and asked Jim to hold it steady. He took forever as he watched Jim staring at his crotch, his face only inches from it, and he gently swung his cock from side to side in Jim's face. Later he pretended he had lost something under the sofa and got down on his hands and knees with his ass poked high in the air and his cock and balls dangling as he searched for it.

Once he walked in on Jim while he was taking a shit and casually combed his hair in the mirror. He kept swinging his dick in Jim's face as he turned to see his hair in the back. Jim always sat at the end of the sofa as they watched TV, and Brad would sit in the middle instead of the other end, so they were almost touching. He often reached across Jim to get the remote control or something, allowing his cock to gently nudge against Jim's bare leg. Many times he would grab it by the base with his fist and shake it at the TV, indicating how he would like to use it on some babe on the screen.

Sometimes when they were watching a sexy movie on Cinemax he would get a hard on, and he always called Jim's attention to it, as if that were necessary, saying as he gripped it in his fist, "Look what that bitch has done to me. She done gone and made Homer hard. You think she would suck old Homer? Homer likes that, but I don't know if she could get all of him in that tight little mouth of hers. He's a big old fella, ain't he?" Jim would silently nod agreement as he stared intently at Homer. "Look how big that head is," Brad would continue, inviting closer scrutiny as he pointed the big sausage all around to show it from all sides. "I bet she couldn't swallow more than about that much," he would say, indicating a point halfway down the shaft. "That big old biscuit head would get stuck in her throat. Poor old Homer." He then would usually excuse himself, announcing that he had to go beat the meat, or whip the weenie, or yank the ying yang, or pound the prick, or jerk the Jimmy, or spank the monkey, or choke the chicken, or caress the cock, or stroke the stump. Every time he masturbated in the bathroom he left the door open so Jim could hear as he loudly moaned and groaned. After cleaning up he would return to the den with his cock still semi-hard and red from its workout, while Jim tried to hide the uncomfortable bulge in his own pants. A few times he even masturbated on the couch right beside Jim. He would play with his cock till he got it good and hard and then spit into his hand for lubrication. After slowly stroking himself to the brink he would ask Jim to get him a paper towel or something. While Jim stood at the ready with the paper towel Brad would squeeze the shaft to the base, driving his fist into his big balls while moaning loudly. His jerking cock would splash semen from his chest to his abdomen and spill all between his fingers. He would then take the paper towel from the trembling hands of his witness and wearily mop up the mess as lingering blobs of sperm oozed from his big wet eel.

One day after about a month of this peep show Brad came up with a new idea. He started doing exercises as Jim sat on the sofa right in front of him. He started out with vigorous jumping jacks, his big dick flapping wildly as it slapped against his thighs and abdomen. Then he started doing squat thrusts, the fat glans bumping the carpet with each rep. Finally he sat on the floor and spread his legs wide, his big meat flat against the floor in front of him. He asked Jim to hold his feet down as he did some sit-ups. With his legs so wide apart Jim had to reach out to the sides to hold both feet down, which brought his face close to Brad's crotch. As always Jim's eyes were glued to his genitals and Brad could feel the warm breath tickling the hair around his balls. His cock had already grown semi-hard while doing the jumping jacks, but now he felt it suddenly begin to stiffen up to true boner status. He was a little embarrassed and afraid of what Jim might think, but figured Jim had studied every inch of him, hard and soft, for a month now, and he was interested to see his reaction to a boner at point blank range.

Jim was terribly uncomfortable. He had been embarrassed continuously for a month by his inability to curb his fascination with Brad's privates. He had seen it fully erect many times, but always at a considerable distance and only early in the morning or in response to a sexy girl on TV when a hard-on has an alibi. But now his face was just inches from the enormous rigid cock, and he didn't know what would happen next. Suddenly his mouth was very dry, and he swallowed hard and licked his lips instinctively.

Brad saw this and without thinking said, "Go ahead. I know you want it."

"What?" Jim asked, caught off guard by the interruption.

"You've wanted it since the first time you saw it," Brad continued. "Go ahead. I won't tell anybody. Lick it. You know you want to."

Without even realizing he was doing it Jim's tongue snaked out and delicately nudged the swollen muffin. He was aghast. He couldn't believe what he had done, but he was frozen and unable to pull away.

"Yes, that's it. Now suck it. You know you want it. I won't tell if you don't. You want it, don't you?"

"Yes," Jim whispered, his mind disconnected from his voice. He wanted to scream that he didn't want it. He wanted to run away. But all he could do was whisper, "Yes."

"Tell me. Tell me what you want to do. Say it."

"I want to suck your cock," he heard a voice say- a voice that sounded vaguely like his own.

"Then suck it. Suck it now," Brad commanded.

Jim wanted desperately to resist, to block his mind with other thoughts. But suddenly he realized that it was his throat that was blocked. His mouth was clogged with the flesh of a boy he had known for barely a month. He wanted to be repulsed. He wanted to be so sickened at the taste of it and the feel of it sliding in and out of his mouth that he would pull away and vomit on the carpet. But as his mind cleared he realized that he was not sickened at all. There was no repulsion, only joy. He knew in one stupefying instant that Brad had been right. He had wanted it all along.

His mind was reeling with exhilaration as the world rushed by in a giddy frenzy of flesh and passion. He was dizzy and off balance, not knowing where he was. The universe consisted only of an enormous penis, tongue, and lips in a sparkling sea of saliva. He hummed gleefully as his tongue swirled and danced along the stony shaft and his lips puckered and pulled against the massive purple knob.

Brad was startled by the suddenness of the oral attack. He threw his head back and hit the floor with it as he felt himself being devoured. The vicious intensity of the suction frightened him. He was afraid Jim would injure him, either intentionally as retribution for his instigation, or from being wildly overzealous. But then he began to respond to the overwhelming sensations as the lips tugged at his cock head and the tongue bathed the shaft.

They both were moaning loudly there on the floor as Jim slurped and sucked the organ that had so fascinated him. Brad wished that his cock were not quite so big so that Jim could get all of it in his mouth and down his throat. But the halfway mark he was reaching was almost unbearable itself, and soon he began to feel the inevitable stirrings of orgasm burning in the base of his column.

He placed his hand gently on the back of Jim's head to stop him from thrusting and said, "I'm getting close now. Tell me what you want."

Jim reluctantly pulled his mouth away long enough to say, "I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to taste it, I want to eat it."

"Are you sure?"

Jim had already returned to his powerful sucking, and nodded his head, moaning the affirmative. The suction was even greater now, and Brad was growling with ecstasy as the sperm rose in the shaft and erupted in a violent spew into Jim's hungry mouth. It burned hotly in Jim's throat as he struggled to swallow it all. As the flow abated he continued to gulp and swallow to get every drop. The taste was sweet and rank with a faintly salty aftertaste. He gagged slightly at the idea of it, but returned to suck the shrinking shaft to get the last remaining drops.

He remained bent over Brad's crotch, massaging the thick, limber flesh with his lips and tongue like a baby with a pacifier as Brad lay motionless and spent on the floor. Suddenly Jim became very self-conscious of what he was doing, and he pulled away quickly and retreated to the bathroom. He was amazed to discover that he had cum in his pants without even being aware of his own orgasm.

Brad got up and put on some shorts and a shirt, suddenly modest about his nakedness. He had no idea how to proceed after what had happened, so he decided to go for a walk to clear his mind. He stepped out the door without saying anything to Jim.

Jim sat there in the bathroom and tried to figure out what to do about what had happened. He could not bring himself to believe what he had done. Never before in his life had he been attracted to another male. He was not a queer. He couldn't be. And yet here he sat with his mouth and throat feeling like the inside of a condom, rank and putrid with ropy gobbets of thick jism clinging so fast that he couldn't swallow them down. He got up and went to the kitchen and started eating slices of bread to mop away the nasty fuck juice. He then went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth, and as he stared at his reflection he began to realize something.

He was not a queer. He had acted on a stimulus response. He had learned about it in Science. Animals, including man, react to stimulus response. And all men are capable of being sexually aroused by a member of the same sex. You might get a hard-on when the doctor examines your testicles. That doesn't make you a queer. You simply can't avoid stimulus response.

He felt better. He knew what he would do now. He would ignore what had happened. He felt that Brad would do the same. Things had simply gotten out of hand. If neither of them talked about it they would soon forget it had happened.

Brad had come to pretty much the same conclusion. He hadn't thought Jim was a queer, and he didn't want to think so now. Things had just gotten out of hand. He had gone too far. But what if Jim really was a queer? What if he never realized it until now and was ready to come out of the closet. He had promised not to tell, but Jim hadn't made that promise. God, he had been good, too. Was this really his first time? He seemed to be a pro cocksucker. But regardless of what Jim felt, he would just ignore it and act as if nothing had happened.

When Brad returned he almost removed his shorts at the door to show that everything was the same as before, but he couldn't bring himself to. They talked about every subject they could think of except blow jobs, and soon everything seemed as if it would be OK. They ate supper and Brad took his shower, but when he emerged he had a towel wrapped around his waist.

By the time they were ready for bed, Brad began to worry about what to do. He felt that to put on clothes to sleep in would be too obvious, so he decided to hang the towel in the bathroom and sleep naked as always. As he entered the bedroom he noticed Jim watching him from his bed, and once again he was a little excited about the attention. He had intended to pull the covers up over himself, but couldn't resist remaining exposed. As he lay there feeling Jim's eyes on his naked skin his cock began to grow once again.

Jim's own cock was already stiff and aching by the time he noticed movement in Brad's monster. They both lay there quietly with throbbing hard-ons for nearly an hour. Brad began to analyze the situation. He knew that he was not queer. He had no attraction to Jim and had no desire to perform any sexual acts on him. His own cock was erect because of the remembrance of Jim's expert blow job. The fact that he had enjoyed Jim's blow job did not make him queer, it just made him a male. If he had a desire to give a blow job then he would have cause for concern, but that was not the case. And as for Jim telling anyone what had happened, he knew that wouldn't happen. So based on all that, he decided to break the silence.

"I can't sleep. How 'bout you?" he whispered.

"No."

"You know what would help me get to sleep?"

"No."

"I think you do," Brad whispered.

"No," Jim whispered, his heart pounding as he stared at the big cock in the next bed.

"Tell me what you want."

"No." He sounded desperate.

"Tell me."

The silence was deafening. Brad shifted in the bed so Jim could see the big cock better. In the dimness he could make out a tiny drop of pre-cum sparkling at the tip and he grew weak. Brad raised his knees in the air and spread them wide. He wet his middle finger with spit and dragged it along the length of the hard shaft, dipping his fingertip into the syrupy pre-cum at the pee hole and raising his finger to his mouth. He slowly dabbed the elixir onto the tip of his tongue as Jim panted and sweated, spellbound in his bed.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Brad whispered, as he returned his wet finger to glide up and down the shaft.

"Yes," he replied so softly he barely made a sound.

"What do you want to do with it?"

"I want to lick it."

"What else?" Brad prodded.

"I want to suck it," Jim whispered as if in a trance.

"What else?" he urged.

"I want to swallow all the cum."

"Then come get it," Brad said in a full speaking voice, which sounded like thunder in the quiet room. He pulled his hand away and widened his knees. Jim eased out of his bed and crept quietly over to Brad's bed. He approached from the foot of the bed and crawled up between Brad's strong thighs. The big cock was lying against his abdomen with the smooth white underside showing like the belly of a crocodile. He slowly lowered his face till his tongue was touching the inner thigh. He dragged the tongue up farther until it reached the massive balls, bathing them gently with spit. He then moved up to the long, thick shaft and began to work sideways on the underside like a flute, kneading it firmly with his wet lips as he plowed up and down its entire length.

They both moaned as Jim slid the stony limb into his mouth. He pushed his head down while dropping his jaw to force it into his throat, but each attempt induced a gag, so he limited his feast to the outer half, occasionally removing it from his mouth to lick and suck it from the side to massage every inch. He would slide down the shaft as deep as he could tolerate and hold his position, allowing his tongue to provide the fervent friction. Sooner than either one of them would have liked, the python began to writhe and spasm as viscous white ejaculate boiled from the hole at the end. Jim was working at the base of the shaft and along the scrotum and missed the first few globs, but quickly sucked the bulbous, expanding cock head into his mouth, pumping and sucking and gulping the goo. When it had finally subsided he licked up the errant blobs from Brad's abdomen before returning to the slackening penis. Although it was still a tremendous amount of meat when it was flaccid, it was no longer rock hard, and Jim was able to cram almost all of it into his gaping mouth. He sucked on it tenderly for about a minute as Brad moaned deliriously. Then he eased out of the bed and quietly returned to his own.

Brad felt drugged with pleasure and fatigue, and he quickly faded into a deep, spiraling sleep, his knees still spread wide. Jim lay there trying to decipher his own actions. He didn't believe that he was a fag. He knew that he didn't love Brad. He knew that he loved Cathy. He knew that he wanted to make love to her as often as she would allow. He knew that he was not attracted to any other guys. But he also knew that if Brad ever offered his big dick to him again he would suck it. And he knew that his own little cock was still hard as a rock, and he had to do something about it.

He quietly went to the bathroom, staring at the delicious dick as he passed, wishing that he could suck it again without waking Brad. He jacked off into the toilet, using spit and remnants of Brad's cum, which still clung to the inside of his mouth, for lubrication. As the last drops of semen dripped from his pecker, he suddenly decided to do something he had never done before. He smeared some of it on his finger and tasted his own spunk. It tasted very different from Brad's. It was much saltier, and the aftertaste was quite bitter. He cleaned himself up, gargled with some mouthwash, and went back to bed.

Unable to sleep once again that night, Jim did some serious soul- searching. He had no explanation for his action, but decided to try not to beat himself up over it. He would just deal with it as best he could. That turned out to be another blowjob first thing in the morning. He woke Brad up by devouring his morning hard on. After Jim had swallowed a hot tasty breakfast, he and Brad went about their regular routine without another word said. Later, when brad returned from his evening jog, he stripped and headed straight for the shower. He found Jim sitting on the edge of the tub, eagerly awaiting another mouthful of meat.

The following day was Saturday, and Cathy came up to visit Jim. He was nervous about seeing her for the first time after his discovery of a hidden talent, but he was also eager to see if his feelings had changed.

Brad wore clothes for a change, and after meeting Cathy, left them alone to spend the day with Michelle. Jim wasted no time. He proclaimed profusely how much he had missed Cathy, and led her to the bedroom for some intense kissing. She was surprised at his passion and responded to it quickly. Very soon Jim had her naked on her back on his bed, and he was overjoyed to recognize the enormity of his attraction and lust for her. He disrobed without reluctance as she gawked with excitement at his finally revealed genitals. He climbed atop her and proceeded to devour her plump tits as she cooed her approval. She had allowed him to play with them many times before, but he had never tried this and she liked it.

Soon she reached down and grabbed his hard dick, attempting to guide it to her tingling snatch. But Jim pulled away from her and began to descend down her chubby body, dragging his tongue lazily across her soft skin. As he approached her naval she began to protest, but he ignored her. He had offered once before to eat her pussy, but she had declined, saying that he was sick, and that it was gross. Amid protests his tongue circled around her dark bush, along her soft, corpulent thighs and down to the puffy pink lips of her cunt. She was trying to pull his face from her crotch with a fistful of his hair as his tongue began to plow the juicy mouth open, working relentlessly up and down the deep groove. But when he found her swollen clit she froze and terminated all protests.

Jim sucked and licked her peanut so vigorously that Cathy lost all control of her inhibitions. Her feet were drawn up under her and her knees spread so wide she looked like a clam. As his stiff tongue plunged into her she cried for him to lick deeper, or faster, or harder. She gripped his head in both hands and jammed his face firmly into her crotch as she began to experience her first orgasm. She bucked and hunched wildly, hollering loudly as she almost drowned Jim with a flood of hot, bitter juices. She screamed for him to fuck her immediately, and he willingly obliged. He told her to get on her hands and knees, and he slammed his stiff pecker into her from behind. She met his vigorous thrusts with vigor of her own, her beautiful fat ass jiggling like Jell-O as his pelvis slapped against it. He reached under her and played with her swinging tits as they fucked at a furious pace.

Soon he felt the nearness of his own orgasm and sought to stall it. He pulled out of her sopping cunt and fell to his back on the bed, instructing her to sit on his face. With no reluctance she straddled his mouth and began to grind her slimy oyster all over his tongue and nose, grunting with lust. When she began to cum again he told her to climb onto his dick and fuck the hell out of him. She scrambled quickly to his flagpole and dropped to its base with all her weight as she flooded his crotch with hot cream. She rode his throbbing cock like a Clydesdale as he pumped his jism inside her. She continued to bounce on his shaft like a pogo stick until all the sperm had squirted from her hot hole and her orgasm had finally subsided.

They lay beside each other panting for a long time, both exhausted from their strenuous fucking. Finally Cathy broke the silence. "I had no idea it could feel that good," she sighed.

"We're just gonna have to keep practicing till its gets even better," Jim returned.

"I want you to eat me again," she said. "God, that felt good."

"Not until you give me a blow-job," Jim stated.

"No, I don't want to," she whined, "that's gross."

"Fine then, no pussy eating."

After considering that for a moment Cathy agreed to try giving a blow-job, but requested that he wash first. After all, he was soaked with sperm, not to mention her own juices, from the fucking. Jim refused, saying that he would eat her without bathing if she would do him. The idea excited Cathy to her surprise, and she agreed. They settled into a slow 69 with Jim on the bottom. Cathy sucked his weenie much better than expected, coaxing it quickly back to a respectable hardness, but Jim was concentrating more on comparing her technique on his cock to his own technique on Brad's than on his actual enjoyment of his first blow job.

While she mechanically pumped her mouth in quick, three inch strokes, he wanted to tell her how Brad loved a more passionate technique, with his swollen cock head engulfed by Jim's mouth while Jim's tongue snaked along the underside of the shaft, and that he had practiced that morning on a banana to improve his deep throat technique. While he warned her that he was about to cum, and that she'd better finish him off with her fist, he wanted to tell her how he had been devising all afternoon that the next time he sucked Brad's big dick, he would try to stall his ejaculation by plugging his piss hole with the tip of his tongue while he curled his lips over his teeth and bit down on the jerking giant. While she reached another violent orgasm, spraying his face with more cunt juices, he wanted to tell her how Brad's semen tasted like caramel, thick and rich, and creamy.

After Cathy said her reluctant good-byes and told him how long the three weeks till her next visit would be, Jim showered and dressed and waited in front of the TV for Brad to get home. He finally came dragging in around midnight and sat with Jim on the sofa. He asked if Jim had gotten laid.

"Yeah," he beamed. "And a few more things too."

Brad insisted that he give all the details. He was amazed that she had sucked his dick, but Jim explained that tongue-in-groove work had provided all the necessary incentive.

"I have no doubt," Brad teased with a wink. He then proceeded to detail his evening with Michelle. It had proceeded with the clockwork precision and predictability of a pendulum. They had watched TV, ordered a pizza, and talked about how they had missed each other. He had kissed her, felt her tits, and fingered her twat. She had disrobed in the bathroom, turned off the lights, climbed into bed, and spread her legs. He had licked her nipples, kissed her twat, climbed on top of her, and fucked her with all his might. She had clawed at his back (careful not to break the skin), moaned and groaned, and begged him to do it faster and harder. He had dumped his load, cuddled awhile, reluctantly removed his still hard ham bone, dressed, kissed her goodbye, and left.

Jim couldn't really see the love Brad claimed he had for Michelle, but what he could see was the sadness, the dissatisfaction at their boring sex life, and he realized that that was why a healthy, macho, otherwise heterosexual male like Brad was willing to cross the gender line. It all boiled down to lust. And he supposed that explained his own actions as well.

Brad said that he had wanted to eat Michelle out just as Jim had eaten Cathy's pink taco, but she had refused, saying, "Maybe next time." He explained that her vaginal flavor was primo, but like everything else, she was stingy with it.

"Does Cathy's fur burger taste good?" he asked.

Jim wanted to say "yes" out of respect for his Cathy, but his hesitation gave him away.

Brad grinned and jumped to his feet. "I wanted you to see just how good Michelle's cunt tasted, so I didn't wash after we fucked," he gasped, fumbling with his button fly jeans. He wiggled his beautiful ass out of the jeans as he pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them. Without any coaxing Jim slid from the sofa to his knees and brought his face to his roomie's damp crotch. He examined the dried white stains of ejaculate before burying his nose into the dark fleshy balls and inhaling deeply. He nudged and poked his nose and lips all amongst the unwashed crotch, kissing and sniffing as he went, pushing the heavy dangling dong from side to side as he prodded, enjoying the dark scent of vaginal lubricant mixed with the familiar aroma of Brad's semen and sweat.

Finally he began to taste, poking the tip of his tongue delicately against the warm flesh. All the way home Brad had been imagining an interlude with Jim, but it had gone nothing like this. He had seen Jim swallowing his big cock and pumping it till he had blasted his load. But what Jim was actually doing was mind blowing. Brad's cock was hard as a Cardinal's dick at a nun's orgy, but Jim was ignoring it completely. He was licking balls and inner thighs and pubic hair as lightly as a butterfly. He even pushed his balls to one side so his velvet tongue could reach that dark, sweaty, always rank crevice between his nut sack and leg, first on one side and then the other. He bathed the balls thoroughly with his tongue before finally moving to the pulsating penis, planting wet little kisses along every millimeter with slippery lips. He began licking the length of the shaft as if he were painting it, tasting the delicious essence of spunk that had dried there. The familiar taste of Brad's cum was evident around the head, and he swirled his tongue greedily in circles to get it all, before returning to the shaft and balls to compare it to the new taste of Michelle's cunt. The wonderful sperm flavor was still faintly evident, but the cunt juice was unmistakable, and far tastier than Cathy's had been.

He was lost in lust as he once again bathed Brad's balls, following each new taste with excitement. Brad was in ecstasy as he spread his feet wider apart and lowered into a semi-squat to give better access to his crotch. Jim licked to the base of the scrotum and began following a new scent like a hound dog after a rapist. His tongue pushed ahead as he turned to face the other way, until he was completely under Brad and almost on his back. He crawled all the way through Brad's legs and returned to his knees behind him. He began kissing and licking the beautiful, round cheeks of Brad's ass, tasting the dampness of sweat that had begun popping out as Brad's lust increased. The taste was so erotic that he began to toy with the idea of taking it further.

He poked his nose into the crack and began kissing along its rim. He told Brad to bend over, which he quickly did. He reached his tongue down between Brad's legs and lapped at his balls once more, before slowly dragging his tongue upward toward the crack. He followed the crevice until he reached the anus, which he carefully bypassed to one side before returning to the center to lick all the way to the top. He did this several more times, licking from top to bottom along the crack, but always avoiding the anus as he passed it. Eventually he poked his nose against the tender hole, smelling the pungent, sour odor of feces, and felt Brad shiver. He eased his tongue in till the tip touched the puckered opening.

Brad moaned deeply, "God that feels good." Jim then gently spread the tiny hole open with his finger tips and pushed his tongue in further, delicately dabbing the edges of the aperture as he probed it deeper and deeper. Suddenly Brad's aching cock jerked without warning as a spurt of jism flew to the floor. He straightened up quickly and spun around, ramming the big red log at Jim's eager mouth like a battering ram. He shoved the sausage in one long stroke all the way in to the scrotum and withdrew it just as smoothly, so that Jim didn't even have the chance to choke on it. He continued this steady face fucking, gliding his long, thick limb atop the warm, wet tongue till the sensitive, swollen head pushed deep into the tight throat while gobs of thick, hot cum boiled from its eye in an endless flow that oozed down into Jim's tummy. He was surprised at the abundance of it after blowing his wad up Michelle's fuck hole only an hour before.

Jim continually swirled his tongue along the belly of the beast making the withdrawal even more delightful for Brad. He would pull it all the way out, forcing Jim to reach with his tongue to maintain contact. Brad had never before taken such long strokes with his big cock. It was impossible to with a pussy because it would fall out and not be aligned for the next stroke. So he usually ended up just taking short, powerful jabs, which pleased the girls, but left him wanting for something more sensual. This was heaven.

Jim, too was enjoying the feeling. He had wanted to be able to take all of Brad's big bone, but hadn't been able to suppress the gags earlier. But now he realized the key was the constant movement in and out. Just as the gag reflex began to threaten, Brad withdrew the fat fella from his throat. He was able to settle into a comfortable breathing pattern, and felt that he could suck this delicious dick for hours.

In fact it seemed as if he just might. Brad realized that for the first time in his life he had reached an orgasm and didn't lose his erection. The intense orgasmic pleasure seemed to increase as he continued. Even after all the ejaculation of sperm had ended he felt the giddy sensations of orgasm persist and even expand. He felt intoxicated with ecstasy as butterflies danced in his stomach. His knees began to weaken and his arms became numb as his head grew dizzy and disoriented. He pulled his persistent penis all the way out and lay down on the floor, his legs spread wide as an invitation. Jim gleefully accepted and returned to his feast, regaining the gag-free rhythm as he swallowed the stiff pole to its very base, pressing his nose into the fine black bush and his chin against the plump balls. He let it slip from his mouth once to consider its enormous dimensions, baffled by his ability to fit it all into his mouth, calculating just how much of it was entering his throat.

Even as weakened as he was, Brad was able to continue thrusting his hips forward with each downward pump, but soon Jim began to realize that his throat had become accustomed to the immense intruder and he could now alter his rhythm, lingering at full penetration as his tongue massaged the granite column. He lovingly consumed his rations for nearly a half-hour as Brad writhed on the floor beneath him, caressing his hair as he moaned softly in the incessant rapture of orgasm. Jim allowed his own hands to wander along Brad's tight abdomen and washboard stomach, and up to the muscular chest of his lover. Neither knew how long they could continue the passionate session. Brad felt as if his dick was caught in a meat grinder, but the pleasure was too intense to want it to stop. Finally Brad began to feel the approach of his third ejaculation in two hours. He was afraid that when it hit, his cock would explode. He pulled his knees up into the air and began to pump his hips upward to expedite the ecstasy. As he did so Jim began to pump harder and faster, but making sure the strokes remained from tip to base in their depth. His jaw ached terribly, and even though he would rather suck Brad's beautiful banana than eat when he was hungry, he knew it must be over soon or he would die of lockjaw. So he decided to try a technique he had once read in a dirty magazine.

It was said that hookers, who stand to make more money the more tricks they can turn in a night, often stimulate a john into premature ejaculation by inserting a finger up the rectum and pressing down on the prostate gland. So he wet his index finger and eased it into Brad's crack. He pressed gently until he found the tender sphincter, signaled by Brad's moans of approval. He then began to slowly apply pressure until he felt the virgin orifice relax enough to allow his finger to enter to the first joint. He began to quicken his oral assault as Brad responded with more rapid hip action and moaning. Jim continued to push his finger deeper up the poop chute till it was buried to the hand. Brad was crying out in delirious pleasure.

Jim intended to try to press the prostate at that point, but couldn't resist easing his finger in and out a few times first. Brad felt more out of control than he ever had in his entire life. He could barely breathe as he lay there trembling on the floor while this skinny kid from the sticks manipulated him like a puppet. The semen at the base of his raging rod burned like fire while he was being finger fucked up the ass, and was enjoying it immensely.

After several minutes of this Jim suddenly pressed sharply upward, with his finger fully inserted. Brad screamed loudly as the fresh batch of fuck juice erupted violently from the lurching love hammer. The hot goo shot far down Jim's throat as the firm flesh was fully inserted. The wide spongy head expanded greatly as the spurts of sperm ejected, causing a painful clogging of Jim's throat. He decided to withdraw till the puffy plum filled his mouth, allowing him to better taste the salty syrup as he licked and sucked and swallowed it all.

Brad's mind was as coherent as a drunk man's and he faded off to sleep with Jim's head resting on the inside of his thigh and a finger jammed up his ass. After a while Jim eased his stinky finger out and quietly moved to the bathroom to complete his ceremonial masturbation session.

Over the next week Brad offered his tremendous tool to his buddy at least twice a day, and enjoyed sexual gratification that he could only dream about with Michelle. By the following Saturday he had become disinterested in even trying to go through the motions with her. So he told her he was a little tired and left without even kissing her goodnight. By the time he reached his car his dick was already hard in anticipation of Jim's tongue, and he raced across town as it throbbed in his lap. He didn't see her at all the following week, and by then knew that he didn't really love her. He broke up with her over the phone, allowing her to believe he was seeing another girl.

The same week Cathy broke up with Jim over the phone, explaining that she had met someone else, and that she credited Jim with showing her how great sex could be... so great in fact that she couldn't wait for the infrequent opportunities she and Jim would have being so far apart. Brad's sympathy and support for Jim prompted him to say, "Fuck the bitch!" every time he caught Jim moping.

After their respective breakups, Brad's relationship with Jim began to change. Before they had had little involvement in each other's lives, other than the frequent blowjobs on the floor of their dorm or in Brad's bed. They never talked about the sex they had, and rarely talked about anything else of consequence. But now Brad had more free time without having to accompany Michelle everywhere, so he included Jim in his activities more.

Jim accompanied Brad to pick up basketball games at the outdoor court next to the dorm, but only as a spectator. They went to required plays and concerts together, and Jim became accepted into Brad's circle of friends. These were all guys who would have shunned Jim without Brad's sponsorship; handsome, muscular, athletes from rich families, who never suspected the scandalous truth of their friends' private activities. Jim noted with some satisfaction that, although he liked the guys, and was thrilled to be one of them, he was sexually attracted only to Brad.

He also noticed that, outside their dorm rooms, Brad never seemed to acknowledge in even the subtlest of ways, the secret passions they shared in private. They never talked about their relationship on any level. When they were at home alone Brad would simply approach Jim, usually already nude, with his big cock swollen and stiff, and ask, "Hungry?" Jim's answer usually came in the form of a moan as the hot flesh slid down his throat. After sometimes long spans of passionate oral intercourse, the two would adjourn to their own beds without a word and fall asleep in silent frustration over the lack of extra-sexual intimacy.

As Thanksgiving approached Jim told Brad that he was expected to go home for the holidays. He had completed all his school requirements early and wouldn't be back until the first week in January. He wanted to say that he would rather stay with Brad and feast on his Butterballs, but didn't. So the day he was to leave Brad woke him up with his morning meat dangling in his face. Jim sucked the monkey for the entire morning, bringing Brad to a record four orgasms without losing a boner. Brad stroked his hair more lovingly than he had ever noticed before, and even as the fourth orgasm trickled to a weak finish of thin jism, Brad tried to prolong the session still more, begging Jim to give him just one more rim job before he left, pulling himself up on all fours and spreading his cheeks with his big hands. Jim gave him a few good licks up and down his sweaty crack before he kissed each cheek and left. His own cock ached as he drove out of town, and he played with it, thinking of how much he already missed Brad, till he came in his pants, almost swerving into a ditch.

Two weeks passed without any communication between them, when Jim's mother called him to the phone. It was Brad, trying to make small talk, as they asked each other about their holidays. Soon the conversation died, and there was a long, awkward pause. Finally Brad said, "Well, I guess I should go."

"Yeah, me too. I'm glad you called," Jim replied.

After another long pause Brad whispered, "I miss you."

Jim looked around guiltily to see if anyone was nearby, before responding. "Me too."

"I miss what you do to me," he continued, even softer.

"Me too."

"My dick is hard right now," he panted.

"Mine too," Jim returned, checking once again for eavesdroppers.

"I miss you so much. Come back early."

"I'll try."

"There's a big party at Steven's house tomorrow night. Can you come to that?" Brad pleaded.

"I'll try," he repeated. "I gotta go."

Jim was flabbergasted. He couldn't believe that Brad had finally verbally acknowledged their relationship and told how he felt. He was on cloud nine. He dashed into the kitchen and told his mother about the party, asking if it would be OK for him to go.

"I guess so," she said, "but you can't spend the night. You've got to be back here for church Sunday morning. And why don't you take Mary with you? I'm sure she'd like to meet your roommate. He's such a handsome boy... and from such a nice family."

Nothing Jim could say could change his mother's mind. He knew that she was only sending his older sister to keep an eye on him at a wild college party, so he and Mary left the next afternoon for the two hour drive back to his horny lover. They barely spoke on the trip, but Jim did have the good sense to call Brad from the car phone to warn him that Mary would be with him. He knew that Brad would probably be waiting for him at the door without a stitch on for a quickie right there on the floor.

The three of them went to the party together in Brad's MG. He arranged for Mary to ride in back, and as soon as he was sure she couldn't see he took Jim's hand and placed it on his thigh. Jim could feel the enormous, hard cock through the thin slacks where it ran down his leg, and he gave it a firm squeeze and stroked it a few times before withdrawing his hand.

The party was at a huge mansion in the suburbs with a couple of hundred guests, few of which Brad or Jim knew. Mary told Jim not to worry about her as she disappeared into the crowd. Brad and Jim mingled aimlessly till Brad found the opportunity to whisper for Jim to meet him in the upstairs bathroom in ten minutes. Before Jim could protest, Brad had disappeared. Ten minutes later Jim found himself nervously waiting in a strange bathroom for his secret lover, in a house full of strangers.

Jim was startled by a knock at the door, and quickly shouted, "Occupied." Brad slipped quickly in and pushed the door shut behind him. Jim immediately noticed the extremely obvious bulge down Brad's leg, the entire length of his massive manhood straining against the loose fabric of his pants like big tits in a wet T-shirt contest. Anyone could tell that he was wearing no underwear, and Jim jealously realized that everyone at the party must have noticed.

In complete silence Jim sat on the edge of the tub as Brad stepped up to him, pushing his bulge toward him. Jim nervously unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the waistband, and unzipped the fly, taking time to stroke the anxious giant through the fabric before snatching the pants to his ankles. The monster sprang free and Jim deftly guided it down his throat like a hot hors d'oeuvre. He gripped his lover's ass tightly as he pumped the long piston from its fat tip to its hairy base, his chin bumping the big balls as his tongue wriggled along the tender underside while the puffy head expanded in his throat. It seemed even bigger than he remembered. He thought excitedly about how this was the first time they had enjoyed each other sexually outside the dorm. After only six long strokes it began to jerk in a violent eruption of hot, salty semen, flooding his mouth with a greater flow than ever before, leading Jim to the conclusion that Brad had probably not jerked off since they had been apart. He thought that held some significance since he recalled Brad once saying that he usually beat his meat at least once a day. Jim struggled to contain it all, greedily gulping and slurping as the hard shaft jerked and twitched, and the purple head swelled and contracted like a snake swallowing an egg. Jim cupped the warm testicles in his hands as he gulped the familiar goo, enjoying the way they rose and fell with each ejection of sticky sperm.

When the climax was finally over and Jim had a bellyful of delicious cream, Brad reached down and pulled his pants back up, telling Jim to leave first and he would soon follow.

While Jim and Brad were rekindling their relationship in the bathroom, Mary was downstairs starting a new one. She found Jim in the crowd and told him that she had met someone. She asked if she could borrow his keys and go back to the dorm for a while for a little bump and grind. Jim was stunned. He had no idea that Mary was so open about sex. He gave her the keys and told her to be careful.

What Jim didn't know was that Mary's new friend was named Susan. Mary had assumed Susan to be around her own age of 22, but she didn't know that Susan was not even a student at the college. She was still in high school and only 16 years old. Mary didn't realize how much Susan had had to drink, and mistook the self- confidence caused by the alcohol to be the result of maturity.

The two of them had barely cleared the door when they began kissing. They impatiently undressed each other in the middle of the room before dropping naked to the floor. Susan lay on her back with her knees in the air while Mary shoved them apart and jammed her mouth onto her girlfriend's snatch. The black bush was sopping wet with sweet juices, which Mary lapped up like a sheepdog. She licked Susan's cunt so roughly that the young girl was cumming in seconds, growling with pleasure and delight as hot cream oozed from the hole. Before she could even catch her breath Mary was sliding three fingers up her slippery sleeve while probing her clit out of hiding with her other hand. She sucked the little fella till it was engorged with blood and standing like a tiny little erect penis. She licked and sucked it rapidly, the tip of her tongue flicking it from side to side and up and down till Susan was bucking her face like a bull rider. With three fingers crammed up the wet manhole, Mary pressed her thumb against Susan's virgin bung. With no warning she poked it into young girl's tender anus, taking her breath away and sending her to another, even more shattering orgasm.

Susan lay trembling on the floor as Mary continued to manipulate her vulva with her expert tongue and fingers. The girl had experimented with lesbian sex with her best friend, Gina after not being able to reach orgasm with her boyfriend. She and Gina had been together four times, each time taking over an hour for each of them to reach climax. It had been wonderful, but not enough to cause her to give up guys. But now this 22-year-old woman had gotten her off twice in a minute and a half.

Mary snatched out her thumb and poked her tongue in the tender butt hole before it could close up. She spread it apart with her fingertips as she tongued it savagely. She hooked both index fingers into her tight rectum and pulled it viciously open to gain deeper penetration with her tongue. Susan cried out in pain, feeling as if she was being ripped apart, when Mary removed her fingers from the asshole and plunged two fingers on each hand as deeply into the tight cunt as she could reach. She pulled the plump lips apart so strongly that Susan felt as if she were being turned inside out like a sock, as the hot tongue snaked down into her deeper than she thought possible. The way it wriggled and writhed inside her was unbearable. She grunted and moaned as she hunched her crotch onto the hot invader.

When Mary stiffened her tongue and began to pump it in and out of the slimy pussy, it felt so much like her boyfriend's hard dick that Susan had to open her eyes and look down to see the oral probe stabbing deeply into her burning box. The mere sight of it brought her to another excruciating orgasm. She was moaning and crying and begging Mary to stop, as the vaginal juices gushed out of her like a geyser and ran down the crack of her ass in a hot stream. She had never experienced such a flow of juices, and she was terribly embarrassed to realize that she wasn't sure if she was pissing or if it was just vaginal fluid. Mary immediately withdrew her long tongue, sucking and slurping and swallowing the sweet cum, and poked her fingers into the soft flesh above the opening to pull the red clit out from the swollen hood. She sucked and licked it once again, and then began to pinch and pull on it with her fingers as she licked and sucked and nibbled on it. It was so painful that Susan was almost screaming as Mary pulled the delicate little bud so hard that if felt as if it were being torn away. Then she let go and started sucking it gently, caressing it lovingly with her tongue to soothe it.

Susan knew it had never been so big and swollen before and it felt deliriously glorious to have it licked and sucked like that. Mary's head was bobbing slowly up and down as she sucked the swollen knob, and Susan thought that this must be how a man feels having his dick sucked.

Mary then started buzzing her lips and flicking her tongue, slapping the clit in every direction. Susan had pulled her legs up into the air and spread them as wide as she had as a cheerleader. Mary's tongue snaked back down into the deep dark hole, stirring the hot stew, and then smearing it all over the puffy red lips before dipping back down deep again. The hot tongue bathed her with her own lather from her bush and clit down to her crack and sore butthole. It smeared the sticky sauce along the insides of her velvety thighs and down into all the little cracks and crevices and creases along the plump pussy lips.

The tongue would shimmy its way down deep into the young vagina like a bucket down a well, curling as it was pulled back out to dip the hot juice out to be smeared on the burning flesh. Then Mary pushed her thick tongue back down as deep as it would reach while pinching Susan's erect nipples. She immediately exploded into her fourth orgasm in four minutes, but the juices were plugged in the quivering vagina by the tongue. As Mary held the pressure in Susan began to buck wildly, yelling expletives loudly.

When Mary removed her tongue from the slimy cavity the sex syrup erupted out in a great spew, like champagne from a warm bottle, spraying Mary in the face. She capped her mouth over the gaping gorge and gulped the sweet broth hungrily. She took in a mouthful and deposited it on Susan's chest, smearing it liberally all over the plump titties. Her tongue teased the hardened nipples as she sucked and nibbled them playfully.

As she slid up Susan's soft young body, Mary dragged her leg through her crotch, finding that it was still squirting vaginal juices. She rose up on all fours and positioned her own wet beaver directly over her girlfriend's face. Susan stared up at the beautiful pussy, surprised to see that it was completely shaven, and knew how much she wanted to eat it, but when she raised her head to reach it with her tongue, Mary shoved her back down to the floor, hurting her head. She rose herself into a squat just inches from Susan's nose, and locked her hands beneath Susan's head. Then, with tremendous force, she snatched Susan's face up into her dripping crotch, grinding it around until Susan thought she would suffocate.

She licked and sucked as best she could, but Mary continued to jam her face into the bald beaver. She finally released Susan's head and straddled her face, smearing her slick flesh all over it. She rode it like a horse, grinding Susan's nose up into her sticky groove. Then she rolled over on her back on the floor, spreading her knees wide as she spread her cunt open with her fingers.

"Eat me, bitch!" she bellowed. Susan scrambled to her hands and knees and buried her face in the hairless hole. She found the lips and cunt flesh to be looser, more like flaps than her own or Gina's. Her sessions with Gina had been tentative and delicate, teasing the vulva rather than consuming it, barely tasting its pungent flavor. But she licked and sucked her new girlfriend's cooter like an Ethiopian licking an ice cream cone. She concentrated most of her efforts to the clit, which was swollen and stiff and as big as her baby brother's wee wee. She was amazed at the size of it. She figured that Mary could probably fuck her with it.

After a short while Mary pushed her aside and repositioned the two of them so that they were sitting on the floor facing each other, with their legs scissored together so that their cunts could touch each other. Mary wrapped her arms around Susan's waist and pulled her toward her tightly, jamming their wet beavers together. They began a slow grind, hugging and hunching as they ground the tender flesh of their sticky crotches together. Their boobs were rubbing and mashing each other so deliciously that Susan took one of Mary's in her hands and directed the pointed nipple to one of her own and diddled them against each other till they both were giggling like schoolgirls. After she did the other pair like this Mary bent down and began licking and sucking one of her stiff little nips. They soon were taking turns breast feeding as they continued to hump their hot hams together.

After a while Susan slid her fingers between their slick cunts and guided Mary's big pecker-clit to touch her little man. The sensation sent little jolts of electricity through both of them. Gripping Mary's red clitoris between two fingers she began to rub them against each other till they both were panting hot breath in each other's faces. Mary was the first to cum, hugging her lover tightly as she kissed her deeply, rolling their tongues together as she hunched wildly while their sweaty tits slid against one another, their excited nipples bumping like little Eskimo kisses. Susan responded rapidly, keeping her fingers between their hot strads as she made sure that their clits collided with every hump. She quickly followed Mary's lead, feeling the hot flow with her fingers as she soaked them both with blistering pussy chowder.

Mary knew she had to taste that sweet soup again, so she shoved Susan back and spun quickly into a 69, straddling Susan's face with her dripping cunt as she smeared her own face into the red sloppy flesh between the teenager's soft thighs. The abundant flow was white and frothy now, and she smeared it everywhere her expert tongue would reach.

It was just then that Jim walked in. He had knocked, but neither of the girls had noticed, so he figured the coast was clear. He was shocked and speechless at the scene before him. His naked sister looked up smiling, her face glistening with cunt juices and with a white frothy mustache, and said, "Hey baby brother, we're almost finished." She returned to her work as Jim was astonished to watch her tongue wriggle its way down deep into the squirting vagina. At the other end he could plainly see the hairless flaps of his big sister's pussy lips being stretched wide open as this other girl's tongue probed into the bright red flesh.

Jim suddenly realized he had to cut off Brad who was parking the car. He stepped back out into the hall just in time. When Brad saw the look on Jim's face he thought he knew what was going on. He asked if Jim had caught his sister naked on the floor with some guy. Jim said, "Well, sorta," and left it at that. After about ten minutes Brad found out what Jim meant when the two girls appeared at the door, now fully dressed. They embraced, kissed, and said goodbye before Susan walked to the elevator smiling. Mary turned to Jim and said they should be going.

Jim told Mary there were a few things he needed to get from his room, so he sent her on to the car to give him and Brad a few minutes alone. Brad begged him to stay, promising that he wouldn't go hungry as he grabbed his crotch, which was already impressively swollen. Jim was terribly tempted, but said that he couldn't and quickly left before he changed his mind.

In the car on the way home Mary asked if he had been shocked by what he had seen. He said that shocked didn't even approach it.

"What about Larry? I thought you two were pretty serious. Does he know?"

"Sure he knows," she said. "He's cool with it. Just so long as I don't fuck other guys. He likes to watch me with another girl. He gets off on it. Me and Debbie can really put on a show for him."

"Debbie Turner?"

"Yeah, we've been eating each other out since we were 12 years old!"

Jim was still stunned. Debbie had been Mary's best friend since they were little. He had no idea that all those times Debbie slept over the two of them were in the room next to his eating pussy all night long. "Does Larry sleep with her too?" he asked.

"Hell no. He won't let me fuck other guys, and I won't let him fuck other girls. Debbie and I will put on a show for him and her boyfriend, John. Do you know him?"

"I think so."

"He's kind of a goober, but Debbie likes his big dick. So the two guys sit right there by the bed and tell us what to do to each other, while they get horny as a motherfucker. Then after we've cum a few times with each other, we're ready for hammer time with the boys. We usually fuck in the same bed together having a contest to see who can last the longest. But we finally told the guys that if they wanted to keep watching Debbie and me do the nasty they would have to give us a little show too. Well John wasn't so sure, but before he could say anything Larry shocked us all by pouncing on his big old dick and sucking the hell out of it. After five minutes he was swallowing the jism like a pro. So now we give our show, then they give theirs, then we all fuck like rabbits. Sometimes we do a circle suck. We all get in a tight circle and I eat Debbie's pussy, she sucks John's dick, he sucks Larry's dick, and Larry eats my pussy."

Jim still couldn't believe it. He decided to tell her about him and Brad. When he had finished She said, "All I've heard about is you sucking his big dick. What does he do to you?"

"Nothing. I mean we've never talked about it."

"That's bullshit. That bastard owes you. You need to tell him that if he doesn't suck your dick you're gonna cut him off. I don't mean no Lorena Bobbitt deal here, I just mean quit sucking him."

"But I don't want to stop. I love doing it. It's so... erotic."

"You love this guy?"

"I don't know. I think so." It was the first time he had admitted to himself that his feelings for Brad were beyond friendship or even lust. He realized for the first time that he must be bisexual, and was surprised to note that he felt no shame in that.

"Well how does he feel?" she asked.

"I don't know. We've never talked about it. I think he has feelings for me. Tonight was different. He begged me to stay. He used to jack off every day, but he said that he hasn't since I left."

"OK, listen. I want you to pack up and go back tomorrow. Tell Mother you want to get a head start on the new semester, so to speak. Time you get there he's gonna want to strip and get a blow job, right?"

"Right."

"Well then, you just strip and tell him you wanna try a 69. He'll be so eager for that tongue of yours he'll be glad to suck your dick."

"What if he doesn't like sucking my dick?" Jim asked.

"Fuck him up the ass. Just make it clear that his blowjobs are no longer free. And tell him how you feel. He just might surprise you. Life's too short for bullshit secrets."

"I don't think I could take his cock up my butt," Jim pondered. "He's hung like a horse."

"You don't have to. John's got this big old dick that Larry loves to suck, but won't take up the ass. John doesn't like to suck Larry's dick, but loves it up his ass. So Larry sucks John's big dick till he cums in his mouth, then he spits some of the jism into his hand and rubs it on his own dick so he can fuck John up the ass. I just love to watch them fuck like that, their balls hanging down swinging into each other. Let me tell you what we like to do sometimes. John gets on all fours with Debbie underneath him in a 69. She sucks his dick while he eats her pussy. Meanwhile Larry is on his knees behind John fucking him up the ass. Meanwhile I'm straddling John's back while Larry eats my pussy. We call it the cluster fuck. The first one to cum is a rotten egg."

"I know Brad will like it up the ass," Jim said, picturing it in his mind while his dick hardened painfully. "He always likes it when I mess with his butt hole. I've licked it and even poked my finger up it, and he just moans and groans. It always amazes me because I would die if someone poked a finger up my butt. Suppositories hurt me."

"You have to get used to it," she said. "Larry likes fucking John up the ass so much that when he's not around he wants to corn hole me. The first few times it hurt like hell, but I started getting used to it, and now it feels good. It ain't nothing like a pussy full of dick, but it feels nice... erotic, like you said before. Sometimes Debbie will eat my pussy while Larry bangs my back door.

"I tell you what's really cool, though. Debbie bought this strap on dildo that we take turns fucking each other with. One night I had just finished fucking her with it and she was strapping it on for her turn. The guys were on the bed beside us buttfucking like two dogs in heat, so she decided to copy them. I got on all fours beside John while she eased the big rubber dick up my ass and started matching Larry's rhythm stroke for stroke as he pounded his cock into her boyfriend's rectum. Suddenly John got a great idea. He grabbed Debbie by the hips and positioned her right in front of him so he could cram his big dick up her ass. There we were all in a row, Larry's dick up John's ass, John's dick up Debbie's ass, Debbie's dildo up my ass, all fucking in unison. We call that the horny caterpillar."

"Do Larry and John ever fuck when you're not around?" Jim asked.

"They don't admit it, but I'm sure they do. They're always going hunting or fishing or something together. I'm sure when they get out in the woods all alone and horny they can't keep their dicks to themselves. One time Debbie found leaves in John's boxers after they had been hunting. He said it must have happened when he took a shit in the woods, but we figure there was more than a turd up his ass that day. Other times I've kissed Larry after they've been away together and I know I could taste cum in his mouth.

"We don't care, though, because when they are gone you can bet me and Debbie don't spend the day knitting. We have spent ten straight hours licking and fucking each other, stopping only to eat, and then having to fuck the boys when they get home. The biggest tell-tale that they've been fucking or sucking each other is when they come in and say they're too tired and don't want to fuck us."

The next morning Jim was on the road back to the campus before five o'clock. He had told his mother that he had learned of an advanced class that he had to pre-enroll in and that he had to return to school a week early. He arrived at the dorm before seven and knew that Brad would still be in bed. He stood there in the den trying to gather his nerve. Finally he began to undress, quickly stripping off the big sweatshirt and shucking his shoes and socks. He had intentionally avoided underwear to make it easier to shed his jeans. He stepped out of them and stood there feeling more naked than he ever had in his life. His face was hot as he trembled slightly while slowly entering their bedroom.

Brad was sleeping soundly on his back. That beautiful cock lay full and hard against his abdomen. He had kicked the sheet downward allowing the head and collar to peek out like a curious turtle. As Jim kneeled beside the bed he realized that his own dick was limp and shriveled from his anxiety. He prayed it would rise to the occasion when the time was right.

Brad awoke with a start, at first thinking he was having a wild dream. He couldn't open his eyes as he felt the hot pulling on his meat. He groped blindly till his hand found the familiar back of Jim's head. A big grin broke out on his face as he moaned his pleasure. His breakfast sausage was buried to the hilt down Jim's throat as Jim licked and sucked with passion. After pumping the python a while, Jim withdrew and snaked his tongue around to tease the tender anal sphincter. While Brad moaned with pure delight he finger-fucked the narrow orifice, licking firmly all around the rim. He then inserted his other index finger and began prying the virgin hole open wider, soothing the mild pain with his hot tongue. After some time he had worked two fingers on each hand into the burning sleeve and could pull it open wide enough that he thought his little dick might fit. He wriggled his oral probe deep into the stretched rectum just as he had seen his sister do to a cunt while Brad begged for more.

Jim then withdrew and began to kiss and lick his way past the bulky balls and back to the twitching shaft. After bathing it generously with his tongue he continued upward, pausing briefly to tease the shallow belly button, across the stomach and up to the muscular chest. His hands constantly shifting in a gentle caress over the warm skin, he delicately kissed and licked the hardened little nipples on each firm breast. He could feel Brad's chest rise and fall as he panted and occasionally shivered a little. As Jim moved further still, kissing as softly as a butterfly up to his neck, he slid one hand back down to gently grip the throbbing cock. As the lips rounded the chin Brad lay totally frozen, his own lips slightly parted as he panted, not knowing what to do. He shivered again as he felt the hot breath pass over his mouth and descend to the end of his nose. From there the kisses traveled to each eyelid, each cheek, and finally to his forehead.

Before he realized the lips had left his forehead, Brad felt them lightly touch his lower lip. He made no attempt to respond. This was Jim's show and he was enjoying it more than he could have dreamed. He was more than willing to let it play its course. Jim kissed each lip separately before initiating their first french kiss. He knew now that Brad would respond, and the thumping in his chest calmed slightly as he wet his lips. He then decided that the kiss would be better if Brad's lips were also wet, so he proceeded to bathe them with his tongue before lowering his mouth to cover his lover's.

Brad did respond, with a passion that surprised him. They slid their lips together as their tongues entwined in a fervent dance. Neither could remember a more enjoyable kiss in their lifetimes. As they broke free Brad wrapped his strong arms around Jim's small frame and dragged him into the bed on top of him. It was then that he first realized that Jim was naked. He was more shocked by that than by the kiss.

"You don't have any fucking clothes on!" he gasped. All Jim could do was grin. "I never thought I'd get to see your skinny ass naked," Brad continued. He embraced Jim tightly and allowed his big hands to slide down his back till they rested on the narrow ass. Brad's legs were spread wide, and as Jim lay between them Brad gripped his ass strongly, pulling him downward as he hunched his hips. "God, this is great!" he smiled as he drove their cocks together.

Jim could feel the heat radiating from the hard monster beneath him and instinctively thrust his own hips as he smothered Brad's mouth with his own. After a few minutes of kissing, bumping, and grinding, Brad lifted Jim up and slid out from underneath him, explaining that he wanted to see what Jim's birthday suit looked like. Jim remained face down on the bed, his face reddened by modesty. Brad began to give him a deep massage to loosen him up. He let his hands explore every inch of Jim's shoulders and back before skipping to his calves and thighs. His warm hands then blanketed Jim's ass, rubbing and kneading as Jim closed his eyes to the pleasure. Brad spread the cheeks slightly and eased a finger into the crack to investigate its length, rubbing lightly across the tender, puckered bunghole.

"Turn over," Brad commanded. "I want to see your boy toys."

"I'd rather not," Jim returned, sheepishly.

"Tough shit. If you won't turn over, I'll turn your ass over myself." He stood, and in one motion flipped Jim onto his back like a Raggedy Andy. As he returned to his knees staring intently at Jim's privates, Jim muttered something about it being kinda small. He was secretly thrilled that it was hard as a brick and standing straight up to its full 5 inches. "That ain't nothing to be ashamed of," Brad consoled. "I wish mine was that size."

"Why?"

"Because you can do more with it. No bitch I've ever fucked has been able to take it all. The best I can do is just short stroke it. It scares a lot of girls away. They're afraid that I'll stretch them out so bad they'll be called sluts for the rest of their lives. And forget blowjobs. I never got a decent one in my life till you came along. And even with you I'm always wishing it was smaller so you could get more of it in your mouth at one time."

Brad began to examine Jim's dick carefully, moving it all around with deft fingers as he noted it from every angle. Jim was terrified that it was going to erupt at any second as Brad traced a finger slowly down the shaft from the tip to the base. He gingerly fondled the balls and twirled his fingers in the thick mat of black fur. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he whispered.

"I know," Jim replied with tightly shut eyes.

"I can't believe I'm fixing to stick a dick in my mouth."

"You don't have to," Jim assured. He had never felt a greater lust in his life. His penis felt as if it would explode.

Brad bent over and quickly sucked it to the very base. It felt so warm and smooth in his mouth, and he realized at once that he liked the feel of it against his tongue. On the third pump it jerked suddenly spurting a blob of bitter cum. The taste was so unpleasant that Brad immediately withdrew and spit it back onto the spasming rod. Jim remembered how bad it had tasted and understood. Brad quickly grabbed the lurching lemming and began pumping it with his fist as Jim met his thrusts. Brad fondled his balls as they retracted and relaxed with each eruption of semen. When the flow finally abated the sticky goo had puddled on Jim's abdomen. Brad stood and climbed on top of his little buddy straddling him, and began to slide his big dick in the puddle as if they were fucking, their cocks and balls mushing all together in the goo. It was very erotic, and Jim's dick retained its full hardness as Brad resumed the passionate kissing.

Jim couldn't keep his hands off Brad's beautiful ass, and he slowly guided him up his body as he continued to rub his meat in the gravy between them. The puddle was gradually smeared up to Jim's chest before Jim guided the hard member back into his anxious mouth. He pulled Brad into his throat, licking and sucking until he took his turn at a massive orgasm. Jim was careful not to swallow the last mouthful of fuck soup, spitting it into his hand and smearing it up and down the crack of Brad's sweaty ass. It's clinging heat felt deliciously erotic to Brad as he pooched his cheeks wider. Jim jammed his slippery middle finger into the tight rectum, forcing Brad's slightly limber meat back into his mouth where it jerked a few more squirts of tasty syrup.

As Jim continued to ease two fingers slowly in and out of Brad's relaxed rectum, Brad saw that Jim's jimmy was still raging, and he apologized for not being able to give a proper blow job and swallow the juice. Jim assured him that it was OK. He then asked if Brad knew what he really wanted to do with it.

"What?" he asked, hoping he knew the answer.

"I think you know," he said. "Say it. I know you want it. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck me up the ass," Brad whispered. The words shocked him as much as Jim had been the first time he sucked Brad's penis. He had never even entertained such a thought. That was not the way the world was supposed to be. The world was a place where he whipped out his dick and Jim sucked it dry. End of story. But Jim's dick had never been a part of the world. He had never laid eyes on it. And now the only logical use for it was as a proctologic probe.

"Are you sure?" Jim asked, slipping his fingers from the hole.

"Yes. I want you to butt fuck me now." He was already crawling out of the bed and onto the floor where he positioned himself on all fours with his wet ass poking high in the air. Jim could see the puckered bung, slightly reddened from the recent finger fucking, glistening with Brad's own salty lubrication. He quickly scrambled to his knees behind his booty buddy and pressed his steel rod into the dripping crevice like a hot dog in a bun. Brad was trembling with delight as Jim grabbed him by the hips and began sliding his wand up and down along the crack. When he reached the top, Brad could feel the hairy balls mashing against him as the hairs tickled his anxious anus. But when he slid it back downward was when Brad truly went mad, feeling the bulbous head pressing directly against his prickling aperture.

"Fuck me," he begged. "Stick it in. I want it now." Jim pulled back a little, taking hold of his iron ramrod and aiming it at the impatient orifice, placing the head gently against the sphincter. Just as Mary had directed, Jim instructed Brad to set the pace of the insertion. He explained that he would hold still while Brad pushed onto the slick pole, pushing his rectum as if he were trying to take a shit. Brad quickly reached back, placing his palms on his cheeks, and spread them apart as wide as he could. Squinting his eyes and grunting he pushed backward against the stiff tool.

It felt like a broom handle poking him in the ass, and at first it did not enter, only moving Jim backward a wee bit. But Jim pushed back until the head suddenly slipped into the tiny opening. Brad cried out, surprised that it hurt so much more than a finger. But he continued to push onto the stiff pole, sliding slowly deeper as the degree of pain grew ever brighter. Occasionally, he would pause to pant before continuing. When he finally hit bottom, feeling Jim's balls press against his own, he dropped to his elbows, his ass still pointing high, and said in a gruff voice, "That's got to be the biggest fucking dick in the world."

He told Jim to hold still while he became accustomed to having a log up his ass. The pain was so intense he asked Jim if he was sure he hadn't stuck a highway flare up there. "It hurts so fucking bad I won't be able to walk right for a month." Jim offered to remove it, but Brad said, "Hell no. It feels so fucking good I might not ever want it out. It would be a little hard to explain to my professors, but I think it would be worth it."

After a long while he told Jim to try moving it a little. As Jim withdrew, the pain at the opening was so intense it felt as if he had been burned by a blowtorch. When he felt a little wetness he wondered if his rectum had been split and was now bleeding. He told Jim to stop, and he felt all around the opening with his fingers, checking them for fresh blood. All he found was slippery sperm, to his relief, but he was fascinated to feel the stump as it entered the rim of his butt hole. It felt so much bigger than it had looked, and he couldn't imagine something so thick penetrating his bowels. He raised himself up to his knees and twisted around to see it buried in his ass like a pig in a blanket.

Jim's hands were already around him, caressing his muscular chest and arms. Brad tilted his head back and slid his wet tongue into his fucker's waiting mouth. He looked back down at the thick shaft of hard flesh between their bodies and still couldn't believe it. He told Jim to ease it in and out so he could watch himself getting fucked up the ass. The feeling was simply overwhelming. He felt like a pincushion from the waist down with the pain swirling all around him in a drunken swirl. His cock was painfully distended as his lust surpassed anything he had ever known. He fell back to his hands and knees as Jim began to slide his cock in and out a little further.

As Jim withdrew his piston three quarters of the way out Brad's anus responded with an involuntary shit reflex, forcing out Jim's stiff member like a turd. Jim quickly re-inserted it shoving it solidly to the hilt as Brad grunted his approval. On his next withdrawal Jim was careful to maintain pressure to prevent expulsion from the hot hole. He soon settled into a nice, ponderously passionate rhythm pulling his spud out all the way to the head, then leaning back into the speared ass letting his weight drive him back in till his balls were mashed against Brad's.

To increase the intimacy Jim decided to lay his upper body across Brad's damp back, swinging his hips to continue the sensual butt fucking. The sensations he was experiencing were unbelievable. Brad's wonderful hole was so incredibly tight that the pressure and friction exerted on his Willie was mind numbing. When he had fucked Cathy the penile sensations, although very pleasurable, were quite vague. It felt like sticking your dick in hot pudding. But the feeling inside Brad's beautiful butt was distinct and extreme. As he pushed his penis in he felt the skin along the shaft stretched by the resistance, and as he withdrew it he felt it being gripped by powerful muscles which stroked its length unmercifully.

Brad barely knew where he was. He was gasping for air and sweating profusely as his ass endured the persistent meat probe. As Jim lay across his back he reached around and found Brad's aching cock, stroking it lovingly. Brad rocked against Jim's crotch with each pump, reaching between his legs with one hand to fondle the two sets of balls which bumped together. Jim lightly kissed his neck as he filled his butt with rigid flesh, his hands deftly dancing along his own engorged genitalia. Suddenly Brad's cock erupted in Jim's hands squirting violently onto the hardwood floor. Brad told him to try to catch it to use as additional lubricant. Three hands cupped beneath the jerking python, which spurted fresh cum with each ass pump. Brad told Jim to remove his ram so they could grease it back up for more action. Together they smeared the thick white goop all over the hard shaft. Brad rolled over onto his back and pulled his thighs up to his chest, exposing his sore hole for more torture.

Jim could see that the cavity was partially open and wasted no time in filling it back up with cock meat. He climbed between his boyfriend's legs and eased his sloppy cock into the gopher hole. When he let his weight shift onto Brad the slick eel slithered all the way to the bottom, catching them both off guard. Brad shuddered with masochistic delight and urged Jim to pick up the pace. Each time Jim began to shudder with the imminent tremors of orgasm Brad begged him to hold off, that he wasn't ready. They fucked for more than half an hour before Jim finally treated his buddy to his first hot semen enema. When Jim's cock finally stopped pumping the juice into Brad's bowels, it quickly wilted and popped out of the tight hole like a squeezed grape.

They both decided to clean up by taking a bath together, so they slid into the scalding water with lots of bubble bath and caressed each other till the water was cold. Brad was so big that they decided he would have to be on the bottom, so Jim crawled on top of him. Brad gripped Jim's narrow ass and humped him as they kissed. He played with Jim's tiny flaccid pecker as Jim continued to apologize for its size. Brad said, "I don't care how big it is 'cause it's mine." He said it was the perfect size for his ass. "If it was any bigger it would rip me open. Besides, it's fun to play with," he said as he mashed it between his fingers under the soapy water. His big hand could completely cover Jim's little package like a protective cup.

Meanwhile, as Jim lay on top of Brad with Brad's massive meat under him he realized that the monster was as big around and as long when it was soft as it was when it was hard. In fact it was never really soft, just less rigid. He gripped it with both hands and squeezed it firmly, noting how it felt like a warm water balloon. He was fascinated with the hefty organ, and as his fingertips explored the ridges around the broad head he understood why he loved the feel of it sliding in and out of his mouth and down his throat. He asked Brad what it was like to be hung like a Clydesdale.

Brad offered to show him, having Jim roll over and lie on his back on top of Brad. Brad slid his hose in between Jim's legs and let it flop onto Jim's abdomen. Jim closed his legs on the thick flesh and, with his eyes closed, let his hands move down to grasp it. It was unbelievable to feel such a huge beast between his own legs, and Jim began to stroke it like it was his own. He held it tightly in his fist and rubbed the fleshy knob against his other palm.

Soon Brad whispered in his ear that the friction was making him have to piss. Jim was very excited and asked if Brad would let him keep holding it while he pissed right there in the tub. Brad was really turned on and agreed. He told Jim to pinch it just below the head while he released his bladder. Then he told Jim to just aim and shoot whenever he was ready. Jim let the piss fly straight up, watching it reach almost to the ceiling before raining hotly back down on his stomach. He wiggled the meaty fire hose and laughed as Brad hollered when the hot yellow stream splashed into both of their faces.

When the flow ended Jim began to stroke the big cock forcefully. Brad eased his hips forward slightly, lengthening Jim's imaginary cock, as he wrapped his powerful arms around his loverboy's small chest. Jim pressed the stiff cock flat against his belly, completely hiding his own little genitals, and he was amazed that the bulbous head reached almost all the way up to his naval. He continued to work his soapy hands up and down the hard shaft and all around the ball on its end like a gearshift, steadily driving Brad back to that familiar ecstasy.

Jim's own little dick had stiffened back up and the movement of Brad's big monster on top of it was delicious. Jim managed to slide the big cock back and forth over the little one with the same rhythm as his strokes, giving him the delightful sensation that he was truly masturbating with his own massive cock. Jim expertly manipulated the two throbbing organs, taking subtle cues from the labored breathing of the big one's owner. He edged them ever closer to the rim until they began to lurch in erotic unison, spluttering thick, creamy puddles of spunk all the way up to his chest. Jim was always surprised at how much semen Brad could ejaculate, even after days of multiple orgasms. He continued to caress the wiggling python, spreading the slippery sperm down the pounding pole as it continued to puke its thick white soup.

Jim smeared the semen all over his stomach and chest, loving its slippery, clinging feeling. He mopped up the largest blobs to wipe over his mouth and onto his tongue. The carnal act of it made him hungrier, and he eventually worked his way down to the slick tool, sucking it deep into his mouth and pulling a strong suction on it. Several more blobs slid down his throat, and he asked. "Do you ever run out of cum?"

"Do you ever run out of appetite?" Brad returned. After they washed and dried themselves off they settled down on the sofa, stretched out and intertwined, kissing constantly. For the first time they talked about what was happening between them. They both admitted that they loved one another, and that they were thrilled about their mutual sexual cravings for one another. They decided to communicate in detail about what they wanted from each other, dismissing all those "bullshit secrets" Mary had warned Jim about.

They worked out a plan for their future happiness. They would be completely monogamous, with either sex. Jim would perform oral sex on Brad, including the consumption of semen, as often as possible. Brad would perform oral sex on Jim only when he wished to, and never to the point of ejaculation in his mouth. Jim would perform anal sex on Brad no more than a few times a week, and at Brad's request. Brad would never perform anal sex on Jim. They both agreed that, given Brad's size, it would be dangerous and Jim was not aroused by any kind of anal stimulation. Either could masturbate the other at any time mutually agreed upon. It was recognized that the plan set forth allowed for many more orgasms by Brad than it did for Jim, but both agreed that that was in keeping with their inner desires. Jim simply did not need to cum as often.

By the end of the day Jim had sucked or jerked Brad's cock to a startling nine orgasms. He guessed he had swallowed more than a quart of semen. Neither had dressed all day and Brad suggested they share one of the single beds. They began with Brad on his back and Jim on top, feeling like a little girl wrapped up in those big muscular arms, but soon they found they were more comfortable for sleep if they laid on their sides like spoons, with Jim in front, Brad's sleeping giant inserted between his legs, thick pubic hair tickling his ass, and Brad's strong arms cradling him from behind. Jim's last thought before fading into slumber was that he couldn't wait until breakfast.