**Standard Disclaimer... contains depictions of gay sex. Continue at your own discretion. **
They say that choices are the cords that bind our lives together. That decisions, both big and small, are the hardest things men have to make.
Charles- The knock on the door came and I knew it was Brooklyn. I knew it had to be him, so I nervously turned the TV off, did a once over in the mirror and went to open the door.
"Hey, I was just about to..." he cut off after recognizing me from the pool.
"You're the..." I started to say, trying to sound surprised.
"The guy at the pool," he finished, really sounding surprised. I motioned him in and shut the door behind us. "Oh my God, this is kind of weird."
"I'll say. Have a seat..." I said, trailing, acting like I didn't know his name.
"Brooklyn," he answered.
"Cool name. Have a seat Brooklyn." So far so good, I thought as I walked to the kitchen to grab us some drinks. I opened the refrigerator and asked, "What's your poison Brooklyn?"
"Beer," he called from the couch.
I returned with two beers and sat down next to him on the couch.
"So," he said a little uncomfortably, "This is a sufficient shocker for me."
"Yeah, me too," I said. "I had no idea you were dating my roommate."
"Ah, so he told you," he said.
"God, yes. He talks about his sexy TA boyfriend all the time."
"Boyfriend?" he asked shifting in his seat.
"Yeah. I mean, just this morning he was saying how the two of you spent the night together. I think its sweet."
"Cool," he said, obviously trying to avoid the subject. "Speaking of which, were is Jesse?"
"He went out for an emergency something or other."
"Oh," he said, sounding disappointed. "I should probably leave then."
"Wait," I said quickly, "He shouldn't be gone long. I'm not sure where he is, but I don't think he would want to stand you up or anything."
"Cool. I'll just stick around for a few minutes if you don't mind."
"My pleasure," I said, looking him up and down slowly.
"So, how weird is this. Small world, huh?"
"Sure is. I messed around with my roommate's boyfriend on my first day here. Small world," I said, stressing the irony and the word boyfriend.
"Are you sure he said I was his boyfriend?"
"Yeah," I said nonchalantly. "He said that he had to go take care of an emergency and that if his boyfriend showed up to tell you he wouldn't be gone long."
Zach- "So what about that drive to a hotel tonight?" Chris asked putting his shirt back on.
"Sure," I whispered.
"You don't have to whisper," he said tying his shoes.
"We are in a library," I said.
"Well you just loudly broke one rule," he said, "Twice." I couldn't help but smile. We had just 69ed on the library floor, sucking up each other's cum twice before snowballing and sharing each other's seed in a spent heap of post sex making out.
"So I'll pick you up tonight after my shift at 10," he said, kissing me quickly goodbye.
"I can't wait," I said as he inched away. I meant it.
Jesse- I had forgotten how fun Matt could be. I showed him to a local campus hotspot, a 50's style burger bar and we had fun picking tunes to blast over the jukebox and laughing about old times. Like usual, Matty bought me a couple of beers, loosening me up. We reminisced about the old times, when we saw each other every day. I remembered why I loved him so much.
After dinner, we sat there in a booth talking and laughing and flirting like we had before I moved to the campus. Matt was just as touchy and affectionate as he had always been, but instead of looking around every few minutes like he had done when we out closer to home in the city, he was all attention on me tonight.
For hours, we talked and Matt lost me in his world like he used to do. He captured every facet of my senses with his voice, his gaze, his touch, and his humor. I was completely focused on Matt that I forgot I was supposed to be watching the time, as my date with Matt overshadowed my appointment with Brooklyn.
Charles- I had to think of something quickly. I wasn't prepared to have to convince Brooklyn to mess around with me. In my plan, we simply fell into a rhythm of sex when he recognized me. Damn, I thought, I watch too much porn. Then I had an idea.
"Look," I said, breaking the awkward silence, "I'm sure Jesse has a really good excuse for not being here tonight."
"Yeah," he said, defeated sounding.
"I hate you're entire night to be a waste and its still early. Why don't you and I watch a movie or something?" I asked, nonchalantly.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," he said apprehensively. "I mean, with our whole history and all." Tough cracker, I thought, but I pushed it further.
"Come on dude. Do you honestly think that just because we had one lousy hour of incredibly hot sex, I would come on to you even though you're seeing my roommate?" I asked coolly.
He didn't say anything. He took another drink of his second beer and I took his lack of movement or speech as a yes. I went to my room and came back with a film that never failed.
"Besides," I said acting like I had no agenda and turning out the light. "There is nothing wrong with two grown men watching some of good old fashioned porn together."
Again he didn't speak, just continued looking sexily good and staring straight ahead. When the tape started playing and the lights were off I sat as far as possible from Brooklyn, to give him his space, and checked my watch. It was 8:20, meaning Jesse wouldn't be back for at least 40 minutes since he had asked me to detain Brooklyn for only and hour until 9:00. I smiled, realizing I still had plenty of time. I focused on the movie playing over our built in flat screen. A Fed-Ex guy knocked on a guy's door to make a delivery before the owner of the home invited him. The delivery guy looked nervous as the homeowner, wearing some extremely tight running shorts, disappeared and returned with the payment for the Fed-Ex guy. Fed-Ex guy handed over the package when the half-naked guy said something about the delivery guy's nice package, making the Fed-Ex guy even more nervous.
I know the whole movie was cliché, but it worked like a charm every single time. I looked to see Brooklyn swallow hard and put his hand over his crotch to cover his growing bulge. Somehow, the homeowner convinced the Fed-Ex guy to stick around for a while, making it blatantly obvious he wanted to mess around. Again I looked at Brooklyn, but this time he was moving his hand ever so slightly over his crotch. I smiled and turned back to the film. By now, the two men were making out on the guy's couch and the owner guy had asked, in that raunchy porn voice, if he could see the delivery guy's package. The delivery guy stood up and took all of his clothes off slowly in a strip tease, complete with cheap music effects, before sitting down and going back to kissing the other guy.
At this time, Brooklyn was biting his bottom lip, immersed completely in the movie, like he'd never watched gay porn before. He was massaging his cock through his pants, and trying not to stare too long, I thought I noticed a growing wet spot. I turned to see the camera zooming in the guy sucking off the incredible Fed-Ex guy's package and I decided the time was right. I inched close to Brooklyn and whispered in his ear, "Its ok to whip it out. We're all grown men here." He looked at me and didn't say anything. I just smiled at him and moved my hand over his on top of his cock, guiding his to his zipper.
He didn't resist as I pushed his zipper down and moved my body so I was kneeling before him like the guys on the screen. I fished his cock out of his pants and massaged it for a few seconds, looking at him for approval to continue. He looked at me, gulped hard and nodded ever so slightly before tilting his head back in enjoyment of my touch. I bent my head down and, opening as wide as I could, took his cock into my mouth and swallowed it down to the hilt.
Denton- The drive back was even more relieving than the first, clearing my mind to a state of peace I hadn't experienced in days. When I was finally back at the campus and parked in the mansion garage, the sky was dark. I went straight to Glass' room and was greeted by him reading on his bed naked.
"Hey, stranger," he said, not looking up from his book.
"Hey," I said walking to him and throwing his car keys on the bed.
"Keep em," he said, "Consider it a peace offering." Shocked, I took my jacket off and sat on the bed next to him. He still hadn't looked up at me, so he didn't see it coming when I swung my feet around so we were both in the same upright sitting position on the bed and I craned my neck to go to town on his bare chest.
I moved down, pushing his book aside, licking my way down his treasure trail to the treasure that I was looking for. His cock was as juicy as ever when I finally made it down there. Glass didn't say a word as I devoured it and sucked it hard. He didn't move an inch or breath any harder. I sucked his cock like I had never sucked before, spurred on by my new attitude toward the Tribe. Unexpectedly, after a few minutes of sucking his dick with no reaction and right before I was about to give up, Glass hard cock erupted in my mouth, filling it with his hot man juice. I sat up, next to him and he still didn't look up at me, instead indifferently asking what that was for.
"Consider it a peace offering," I said, standing up and walking out of the bedroom, feeling his eyes watching me as I confidently swaggered out.
Charles- Brooklyn had his hands behind my head, slamming my head down on his cock harder and harder. It tasted better than I remembered and the intensity of his touch was still there. I rotated between his balls to his cock, licking and sucking it. I gave him the best blow job I knew how, and from the sound of his enthusiasm, I assumed I was doing a good job. Before long, he was thrusting his hips up off the couch, meeting my mouth with every thrust. My throat felt his cock head hit the very far reaches every time, opening up to accommodate this endowed stud. I felt his body tense, and with one last thrust, he emptied what he had been saving for Jesse down my throat. I was swallowing his entire load when I decided to snowball him, saving a little on the cleft of my tongue and moving up to kiss him. He moaned, as he tasted his own seed in my mouth, searching my entire mouth for traces of more. I climbed back on the couch and lay down on my back, still kissing his incredibly hot mouth, as he lay down on top of me kissing me with the same passion he had that first day in the sauna.
Zach- "Don't peak, Zach," Chris said holding his hand over my eyes. He was pressed up behind me with his entire body and had one arm rapping me tightly while the other shielded my view. He directed me into an elevator and down a hallway. I heard him slide a pass-key through the door and open it. I had no idea what this place was or what it looked like because he had had me blindfolded on the entire ride here and on the way up, had his hand tightly covering my eyes. "I don't want them to think I kidnapped you," he had said, taking my blindfold off earlier. "But I don't want you to see what I have planned."
I assumed we were in some kind of hotel room because as soon as the door closed behind me, I got a whiff of the scent of flowers. I heard a soft water-flowing sound somewhere in the room.
"Are you sure you can't see?"
"If you ask me that one more time," I replied, getting a little annoyed.
"Ok, ok," he said. "I get the point. Are you ready?" I could here the excitement in his voice. He took his hand of my eyes and I immediately saw the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. In the middle of the room was a giant hot tub filled with scented water and rose petals. The jets weren't turned on, but I could see the steam rising from the water. All around the tub were long stemmed red roses and pink and white rose petals scattered all over the place. On the floor in the corner was a short bed. It was big enough for one person comfortable and two if someone was on top of the other. The entire room had an ancient Greece feeling to it, with giant pillars coming down from the wall and a stone walkway leading to the bath. I was speechless as Chris stood there beaming at me.
"Do you like it?" he asked. Another one of his stupid questions, I thought.
"Oh my God," I finally responded. "Oh my God."
"I'm glad you do," he said walking over the bath and ushering me up. I followed suit, and climbed the two steps that lead to the tub.
Chris kissed me, giving me that safe ecstatic feeling only he knew how to give.
Jesse- Matt had done what he knew how to do best. He made me fall in love with him all over again. And when he was standing outside my door kissing me goodnight, I didn't even care that I had blown it with Brooklyn. I could come up with something, but I didn't really feel the need to; I figured he'd be long gone by now and I'd have to call him later.
"I had an amazing time," he whispered between a kiss.
"Me too," I whispered back. "I love you."
"I love you too," he said, kissed me one more time and left down the dorm hallway.
It was relatively early, about 11:00, so I half expected to see Charles gone since I assumed Brooklyn had given up and left too. I just wanted to go to my room and crash, not worrying or thinking about anything until I woke up for class tomorrow. I walked in and was startled by what I saw going on the couch.
Both Charles and Brooklyn turned to look at me with wide grins and big eyes.
"Hey, babe," Brooklyn said, acting suspiciously happy. "How was your night?"
Charles- We had finished doing what we do best, both agreeing it wouldn't be good if Jesse were to walk in on us, so we went back to watching TV and talking about random stuff when the conversation went to first timers. Brooklyn had asked me when I'd lost my virginity and I had told him it was in high school. He told me he had lost his to his first roommate at college. He told me to tell him the story of how I lost mine, so waiting for Jesse to come home, that's exactly what I did.
"In high school, I played all kinds of sports. I was captain of the basketball and football teams. I played tennis and lacrosse and ran track, but my passion was swimming. I had this one friend who was just as involved as I was and so if we weren't practicing, we were always hanging out.
Most of the time, we'd be too tired to date on the weekends cuz we had so much going on. I mean, we would go from a swim meet on Thursday and Friday to a football game Friday night to a Team tennis tournament all day Saturday and a lacrosse scrimmage on Sunday afternoon. That didn't leave us very much 'fun time' if you know what I'm talking about.
So one day, we were sitting together on the bus and we were on our way home from a regional swim meet where we had both medalled in our events. Everyone on the bus was incredibly hyper and crazy, but Adam and me were just hanging out, not doing or saying much cuz we were really tired.
'Any plans tonight man?' I asked him while the rest of the bus was standing up and singing some popular song I couldn't remember the words to.
'Nope dude. I'm just gonna crash and catch up on some sleep.'
'Sounds like a plan,' I said. I didn't really want to go home and sleep and be bored, but I really didn't want to go out and be social, so I was caught somewhere in the middle. I didn't have anyone to call and invite over because I knew all the girls I knew already had dates and would much rather go out than sit in. 'Hey, why don't you spend the night tonight like when we were little. You know, we can play video games and eat pizza and stuff, like old times.'
'Cool, dude. I'll tell my mom I'm going home with you then," he said enthusiastically.
We got to my house and my mom didn't care that Adam was staying over. We had done this sort of thing almost every night in junior high, one would stay at the others and vice versa. He even had his own towel and toothbrush at my house.
So pretty much exhausted, we went up to my room and started playing video games. We got into it for a while, genuinely trying to beat each other and take the prize, but after a couple of hours, boredom started kicking in again. It wasn't even late, I noticed looking at the clock.
'So how are things going with Madison?" he asked me about my would-be girlfriend.
'She keeps getting mad at me for not asking her out, but whatever. I'll do it after basketball season.'
'Makes sense. Have you scored yet?'
'No,' I said, almost sheepishly. Adam looked at me.
'I haven't with Sasha either,' he said looking at me kind of sheepishly too. There was an awkward silence were neither Adam or I looked at each other.
'Dude,' I said, trying not to sound to gay or anything. 'I don't want this to sound gay or anything, but have you thought about, I dunno, maybe you and I doing it, just so we have practice and stuff when we finally get lucky.' I have to admit, it is something I had thought about a lot. Adam was a sexy guy for a guy and if I had to practice with someone before I went out to the real game, I would definitely want it to be him. Plus I knew for a fact he had no experience, just like me, so I wouldn't feel behind. Not to mention we were best friends.
"Yeah," I said quietly, "I guess we could."
I half expected him to make a move right then and there, but he just looked at me briefly and went back to playing the video game. We didn't talk for another half-hour or so, until my mom came in to say goodnight and head to her room down the hall.
"So, what do you think we should do?" I asked, realizing he made the first move, so I should probably make the second one.
"I don't know. I guess we could kiss first, and see how that feels, you know." Again, we just looked, but didn't touch. Finally, I put my controller down and leaned in halfway, met by Adams soft lips. It was kind of boring just sitting there, not even frenching, but kissing. I opened my mouth slightly to see if he would let my tongue in, and when he did, I was filled with a whole knew feeling. I'd made out with Madison before and kissed a bunch of girls playing truth or dare, but they always seemed like it was my job to do all the work. Here, both Adam and I were tongue battling to see who could be more forceful; we were both in the driver's seat. When we finally came up for air, I looked into Adam's eyes to see if he had enjoyed that as much as I did. He started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked embarrassed.
"Look at your shorts, man." I looked down to notice I had a large tent developing in my loose athletic shorts. For a second I blushed, bright red before Adam started laughing again and said with a giggle, "Don't worry about it. Look at mine."
I had never seen another guy's hard boner before. I mean, I had seen a lot of dicks in the locker room and stuff, but never a hard one. So I did what any curious post-pubescent would do. I touched it. I massaged it through the soft silk of his shorts, moving my hand up and down at the speed he was doing mine. We went back to kissing vigorously as we massaged each other's cocks. I could feel myself getting closer and closer, and before long, we were lying on top of each other grinding our cocks together, trying to make each other cum as hard as possible.
Grinding into me, I felt Adam's cock tense up just as mine was reaching the edge. Without even thinking and filled with the most pleasure I had ever experienced, Adam and I came right next to each other, fusing our cum together with every grind of our cocks.
We stopped pistoning each other and kissing like there was no tomorrow and sat back to revel in what had just happened.
"Dude," I said, breaking the silence. "That was incredible."
"I know," he said, still gasping for air. After another second of silence, he turned to me and said "I'm sure there is plenty more where that came from," before moving his face close to mine and starting a second round."
I ended my story, noticing that Brooklyn was once again pretty hard. I was about to suggest we take care of his boner really quickly when a key jingled in the lock, indicating that Jesse was finally home.
Jesse- "Brooklyn I am so sorry I didn't make it tonight. I owe you big time," Jesse said apologetically as he came in.
"Don't sweat it Jesse," Brooklyn answered. "You're roommate was just entertaining me this evening."
"Cool. Well I'm glad ya'll got along ok. Are you sure you aren't upset?" I asked. I really did feel bad about the whole thing and I was wondering what Charles had done to keep Brooklyn from getting mad. Oh well, whatever it was it worked, so I couldn't complain.
Brooklyn stood up and headed for the door. "I should be going, so I'll call you tomorrow or see you in you class or something."
I stood up and followed him to the door. "Yeah. Awesome. I'll see you later." I leaned in to kiss him and he drew back quickly, kind of nervously, before exiting in haste. I turned to see Charles lounging out on the couch.
"How was your date?" he asked after the door was closed behind me.
"Great," I said sitting down right next to him on the couch.
"What happened to coming home to pick up Brooklyn?" he asked, sounding calm and hardly annoyed.
"Change of plan. Sorry if I ruined your evening," I apologized sincerely.
He got up to get a snack from the kitchen. "Don't worry about it," he called to me. "Brooklyn and I had an awesome time."
"I'm glad," I said. I wondered what they had talked to have such an awesome time, but didn't let the thought develop in my mind before I quickly dismissed it. I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of the wine Charles was pouring himself.
"So have you come to a decision?" he asked me nonchalantly sipping his wine.
"No," I answered. "In fact, if anything, seeing Matty has made it all the harder to choose." Charles looked at me disapprovingly. Then he surprised me with this vulnerable reply, "Be careful Jesse. A lot of guys would give to be in your position."
He barely even gave me time to digest the statement and the look of void sadness in his eyes before he turned around and went into the room. After taking a drink to cap my evening, putting the wine back and heading to the room, I found Charles sound asleep on his bed, as if he had had an unbelievably tiring night.
Choices and decisions, they say, are the hardest things that men are forced to make. There comes a point, however, when we all must make a decision that will either make, or break a relationship. The truth is, everything comes down to the decisions we make.