Timestopper

"Don't cum yet."

Zach moaned through the underwear stuffed in his mouth as Dion's voice breathed in his ear. They were both naked in Dion's bed, Zach laying on top of Dion and wrapped in his arms. While Dion's lips sucked on Zach's neck one of his hands explored Zach's chest, occasionally pinching and twisting his nipples, while his other hand relentlessly stroked Zach's dick, wet and loud from the constant stream of pre Zach was leaking.

Zach stretched against Dion's body, his ass rubbing against Dion's dick as his hand reached behind his head to grasp Dion's hair, his dick bucking into the handjob. They'd been going for 20 minutes and Zach's whole body was covered in sweat as his dick felt beyond ready to burst. But he wasn't allowed to cum yet, no matter how desperately he wanted to. And he'd been desperate for awhile.

Zach had come over late 2 nights earlier to spend the night with Dion. When he got to Dion's room they both stripped in seconds before they started making out on Dion's loveseat. They'd been dating for a little over a month, and far from slowing down, their sex drives had only gotten more intense the longer they'd been together.

"How fast do you think I could make you cum?" Dion asked, grinning at Zach as he straddled Zach's waist and teased Zach's dick along his smooth ass crack.

"How fast do you want me to cum?" Zach asked back, gripping Dion's ass and giving it a sharp smack.

Dion wrapped his hand around Zach's neck and pushed Zach's chin up with his thumb to kiss him deeply, Dion's tongue searching out the back of Zach's throat. When he pulled it out he kept his face inches from Zach's and breathed, "As fast as you can."

Zach couldn't help but giggle, "No you don't."

Dion was a little surprised at the reaction and smiled curiously at his boyfriend, "And why's that?"

"I mean, as fast as I can would be like, right now. Immediately. I assume you'd like a little more action than some light rubbing," Zach said, his dick searching out Dion's hole and poking at it.

Dion couldn't help but relax and push back against Zach's massive dick, letting the very tip just barely enter his hole, rubbing his own dick against Zach's abs as he did so. Then he sat back up.

"If you're bout to shoot from a little rubbing how much action am I gonna get out of you anyway?" Dion teased.

"As much as you want. All night even," Zach said, eager to get back inside Dion as the sexy junior kept straddling him.

Dion pushed Zach back into the loveseat and sat down on Zach's waist, Dion's taint resting against Zach's dick.

"So let me get this straight," Dion grinned, "You could shoot right now, but you could also fuck me all night long, am I hearing this right?"

"Yup," Zach grinned back.

"And how does that work?" Dion asked, poking Zach's sides.

"Just how it is. I can cum whenever I want to, I think it's something to do with the hyperspermia." Of course Zach knew his control over his orgasms had everything to do with his massive loads, even if the cause was magical not medical.

"Are you serious?" Dion asked, shocked.

Zach nodded with a sly grin. Dion couldn't help but grin back and held Zach's arms behind Zach's head. "Prove it," Dion said, "cum right now."

"If you say so," Zach smiled, and Dion's dick twitched as he watched Zach's eyebrows turn up and his teeth bite the tip of his tongue the way they often did when Zach was about to shoot. Then suddenly Dion felt Zach's dick jump against his taint as cum shot against it and the back of his balls.

"Holy fucking shit," Dion laughed looking in amazement down at Zach, flush after cumming, "You actually did it. How the fuck can you do that?"

"I don't know," Zach smiled, sliding his dick along Dion's cum covered taint, "Just a muscle I got. Like asking how do you decide to piss."

Dion stared at Zach barely able to believe it, "You are ridiculous, you know that?"

Zach blushed, worried he might've shared too much. But as soon as Dion realized Zach was embarrassed he flashed him that killer smile that lit up his whole face, "I love it. Cum on demand." And he brought his lips back to Zach's as they made out.

"Now," Dion said, pulling away from the kiss, "You made a mess."

Zach grinned as Dion stood up and motioned for Zach to lay down flat on the couch. Then Dion's knees straddled Zach's head and he sat his taint against Zach's face. Zach's mouth immediately got to work licking and sucking off his salty sweet cum as Dion did the same to Zach's still hard dick.

Admiring Zach's penis Dion had an idea. As Zach started sucking on his balls Dion gripped the base of Zach's dick, "Do it again." And feeling Zach moan into his nuts Dion watched amazed as Zach's dick twitched and started shooting again. Dion laughed and then locked his lips around Zach's dick, swallowing a load that was as big as any Dion had ever shot but comparatively mild for Zach. Dion loved the way Zach writhed beneath him as his tongue flicked around his dick with its post-cum sensitivity.

He only pulled off long enough to say, "Again." Dion readjusted so his hole was at Zach's mouth, and he felt Zach's tongue quiver against it as Zach's dick started to pulse in his mouth, shooting a third load straight onto Dion's eager tongue.

"Don't stop. Keep going, as many times as you can," Dion said putting Zach's dick back in his mouth, not sucking at all just holding the head between his lips as his tongue flicked across Zach's dickhead making him squirm.

Zach's dick jumped again, and again, and again. With each pulse Zach's loads got smaller and smaller, even as his dick got more and more sensitive. By the 6th time Dion felt Zach's dick twitch in his mouth he was shooting dry, and Dion had to hold Zach's legs down with his arms and Dion's ass was less there to be rimmed than to hold Zach's face against the couch as he writhed beneath Dion's flicking tongue.

"God that is fucking amazing," Dion laughed as he stood up and looked down at Zach gasping for air like he'd just run a marathon, his balls nearly pulled up inside him as his dick quickly went limp. Dion's own dick was aching, and a drop of pre fell onto Zach's cheek. Dion wiped it off with his thumb then put it to Zach's mouth and he sucked it clean, staring up at Dion with pure devotion. Dion grinned, "My turn."

He gave Zach a hand up from the couch then pulled him into a kiss. Dion reached down and picked Zach up by his thighs as Zach wrapped his arms around Dion's neck and then his legs around his waist. Dion walked him over to the bed and they fell onto it together as Dion's dick searched out Zach's hole.

In the time they'd been together they had fucked every which way. All the classics like doggy or reverse cowgirl; they'd gotten a copy of the Kama sutra out of the library and tried out a dozen different positions, going in each other at every possible angle, their legs every which direction; they'd even come up with a few of their own, like when they'd had Zach lay on his belly and Dion went in facing the opposite direction so they could kiss each other's feet, or maybe the most complex position they'd worked out where Zach had pulled his legs behind his head sticking his dick and asshole straight up and Dion straddled him and sat on Zach's dick as Dion pointed his dick down to fuck Zach's hole.

But when they were at their horniest, when they most desperately needed to fuck, and when they felt the most overwhelmingly in love, they always came back to missionary, their mouths glued together in the kisses that justified their whole world.

And as the taste of Zach's impossibly huge loads still filled his mouth Dion desperately needed to kiss and fuck and love Zach. As their tongues clashed together Dion's dick found Zach's hole, and slick with pre it slid in easily, stretching and filling him. He didn't last 5 minutes when Zach felt him shake, and Zach wrapped his legs around him and grabbed Dion's ass as he pulled Dion as deep as he could go, and Dion's dick pulsed in Zach, coating his insides with his hot thick cum.

Dion collapsed on top of Zach, breathing heavily as their sweaty bodies panted against each other. As he caught his breath Dion slowly started kissing Zach's neck and jawline as his hands roamed over Zach's body, his dick going soft inside him. Then he felt Zach's dick pulse against his abs, rock hard again.

Dion laughed and laid on his side, propping his head up with one hand to look at Zach while his other traced Zach's dick with his finger, "You little fucker, I think you could already go again."

"What can I say, you fuck me too good," Zach grinned as Dion gripped his dick, pre pooling in his foreskin as Dion stretched it over the tip.

"So if you can make yourself cum," Dion said as he played with Zach's dick, "Does that mean you can stop yourself from cumming?"

"Yep," Zach said, his fingers lightly running along Dion's back.

"No wonder you can fuck me so long," Dion said, still unable to look away from Zach's dick, "Meanwhile half the time I can barely get inside you and not need to shoot."

"That's hotter than any long fuck," Zach said, "Knowing I turn you on so much you can't hold it back."

"And what's that say about me, huh? Can't turn you on enough to make you cum?" Dion said, half teasing half self conscious.

"You always make me cum. You make me cum when I jerk off alone and I think about you. Just cause I can choose when to cum doesn't mean you're not making me cum," Zach said earnestly, cupping his hand against Dion's cheek. Dion smiled again and went back to playing with Zach's dick, gently stroking it between his thumb and forefinger. Then his smile became mischievous.

"How bout we play a game. How bout instead of you choosing when to cum, I choose when you cum," Dion said, gripping Zach's dick tightly.

Zach laughed, "Sure, why not. I'm already cumming half the time cause you tell me to."

"Sweet," Dion laughed as he pulled Zach into his arms and on top of him and they started making out. Dion's hand went down Zach's back, running along his crack, and he gently slipped a finger inside Zach's hole, still lubed with Dion's cum. Zach moaned as Dion finger fucked him, and Zach started rubbing his dick against Dion's leg.

"Now don't cum yet," Dion grinned, slipping another finger inside.

"I--mmm, I won't," Zach said, loving the feeling of Dion fucking his cum back into Zach's ass.

Dion withdrew his fingers and gave Zach's ass a little smack, "It's getting late, let's hit the lights."

The next morning Zach woke up to Dion sucking his dick. As he ran his fingers through Dion's wild bed hair Dion pulled off with a pop. "Remember, you better not cum yet," he said before going right back to bobbing on Zach's boner. Zach laughed as he held the sides of Dion's head and started fucking his face, already wanting to cum but not letting himself.

When their alarm went off Dion stopped sucking and gave Zach's dick a kiss, "I think that's a good place to stop."

"Urghh," Zach groaned slapping Dion's face with his dick and pushing it at his lips, "What did I get myself into. I'm gonna be hard all morning."

Dion grinned and flicked Zach's balls, making Zach curl up into a ball as he massaged his nuts.

"Maybe that'll help," Dion said.

"Un-fucking-likely asshole," Zach moaned into the sheets.

Neither did it help when Dion sexted him throughout the day, asking if he was hard and telling Zach how bad he wanted his dick. He sent pics too, pics of him holding up his shirt in a bathroom mirror, or his ass in the theater changing room, even a dick pic he snuck under his desk in a class. By the time Zach went over to see him that night he literally jumped onto him the moment Dion opened the door.

They made out as they stripped, then Dion got out a small rope and tied Zach's hands behind his back and laid him down on the bed. Dion kissed and licked Zach's feet and toes for awhile, then slowly worked his way up Zach's legs. He sucked on Zach's balls and then licked down his taint till he teased at Zach's hole, then he started kissing up again, avoiding Zach's dick as it jumped near his face but taking care to lick up the pool of pre that had collected in Zach's belly button, before he went up to Zach's nipples, sucking and lightly biting them.

As he started kissing Zach's neck and then his lips Dion straddled Zach's waist and slowly lowered himself onto Zach's dick. As the head passed through Dion's ring Dion shuddered then grinned down at Zach, "You better not fucking cum till I tell you."

Zach bucked underneath him, pushing his dick into Dion quickly and making Dion yelp. "Yes sir," Zach grinned.

Dion reached behind him and gave Zach's balls a smack. "Cheeky little fucker," Dion said as Zach groaned, first in pain and then in ecstasy as Dion slowly went further down Zach's dick, his ass a silky warm glove slowly swallowing his dick.

As Dion rode Zach, his dick bouncing in front of him, his hands explored Zach's body, twisting and pinching his nipples, squeezing Zach's cheeks, fucking Zach's mouth with his fingers til Zach choked on them. As Dion started to sweat he jerked himself off while he kept fucking himself on Zach's dick, till he pulled off and came across Zach's face and waiting tongue, finishing the last few shots in Zach's mouth and down his throat.

"Well that was fun," Dion said, wiping his cum across Zach's face with his dick.

Zach looked up at him desperately, "D, come on, I need to cum so bad."

Dion laughed and gave Zach's face a final dickslap, "I think you'll be alright."

He turned Zach onto his side and untied the rope then with a quick smack on Zach's ass hopped off the bed. He lounged on the loveseat, spreading his legs, his balls hanging low over his taint and his hole on display, "How bout you come over and show me how bad you want to cum."

Zach jumped over to the couch and buried his nose in Dion's taint and balls as his tongue explored Dion's well fucked hole, tasting his own pre that could've been a load of cum there was so much.

Dion put his hand on Zach's head, "Pretty fuckin bad, huh?"

Zach moaned in affirmation as he kept rimming Dion. He stopped when he heard the sound of the Xbox turning on and looked up at Dion, controller in hand.

Dion laughed, "I didn't tell you to stop, get back in there."

With a grunt of discontent Zach went back to eating Dion out, his dick feeling like it was on fire as Zach was lost in Dion's ass. Zach kept rimming Dion as he started playing CoD, until after his first match when Dion told him his feet could use some attention. Zach got on the ground, sticking his ass up in the air as he started kissing Dion's feet. Dion gave it a grope and a smack before returning to his game. After another few rounds Dion put on Seinfeld and put his hands behind his head, Zach taking the invite to worship his pits. Even if Zach was frustrated at not getting off he found it incredibly hot giving Dion all this attention as Dion basically ignored him.

Eventually Dion flicked off the tv and looked down at Zach, nose and tongue buried in his pits, "I think I'm bout ready for bed."

Zach turned on his puppy dog eyes, "Dion, please. Pretty please."

"I don't know, I think I like you like this," Dion grinned, reaching a hand between Zach's legs and grabbing his balls, "Turns me on to see you drunk on me."

"I'm always fucking drunk on you," Zach said putting a hand on Dion's chest, but then he gritted his teeth and thrust his waist forward as Dion pulled Zach's balls toward him.

"True," Dion smirked, "But this is can't even see straight drunk. Don't drive a car drunk. You haven't taken your eyes off me since you walked in the door."

Zach knew it was true. He was hyper focused on Dion's every expression and movement. His body was like a siren, drawing Zach towards him, making him want nothing else more in the world. Even the smell of him seemed more intense. Zach bit his lip and stared into Dion's eyes, while his dick leaked a drop of pre on Dion's wrist as he held Zach by the balls. Then Zach gave him a little smile.

"So this is what you want, is that it? A half brain dead gooning boyfriend who worships you while you go about your day?"

Dion's grip tightened on his balls, "Not all the time. But it sure is nice to know it's a switch I can flip."

"Mmmph," Zach grunted as Dion kept a steady pressure on his nuts, but even as his face turned flush from the pain Zach couldn't help but mutter through gritted teeth, "God damn do I love you."

Dion's grip immediately loosened as he burst into laughter, and seemingly effortlessly he reached over and picked Zach up and onto his lap before he kissed him. "You're telling me."

"Soooo, please?" Zach asked again, giving Dion the cutesiest smile he could manage.

"No way, gooner," Dion grinned, gripping Zach's cock and lightly stroking it, "It's bedtime. Maybe in the morning. Or maybe not."

"Fucking fucker," Zach said, "I'm not gonna let you sleep a minute, gonna hump you all fucking night."

Dion laughed, "Works for me. Just gonna get yourself more horned up."

The next morning Zach's boner woke him up before sunrise. He couldn't even process how horny he was, it was like his dick was starting to take control of his mind. And his dick quickly piloted him to his sleeping boyfriend.

Zach started touching Dion all over, the contact nearly electric with this heightened horny senses. Dion was dead asleep, though, and didn't react in the least to Zach's groping. Zach worked his way beneath the covers, kissing and licking his way down Dion's body. When he reached Dion's crotch he buried his face in it, barely able to stand how fucking sexy he found Dion's musk. His tongue leapt out, lapping up Dion's salty balls as his nose flicked Dion's soft dick. Then he took the dick in his mouth, loving its soft fullness as he took him to the root.

Even as Dion gently snored his dick started to get hard. Zach's own dick started dripping pre as he felt it grow in his mouth, slowly pushing at the back of his throat and forcing his jaw wider as it became thicker and thicker. It wasn't long till he was at full staff and Zach was working it like a popsicle.

After a few minutes Zach felt Dion's hand on the back of his head through the covers. It turned him on not being able to see him and knowing Dion couldn't see him either, but then everything was turning him on just then. He started sucking more vigorously, working his tongue around every inch of Dion's meat, and taking him easily down his throat, holding him there till he felt ready to pass out and then only coming up for enough air to get back to it.

When Zach was beginning another deep throat Dion thrust the covers off. He grinned sleepily as Zach's big green eyes stared up at him hungrily, his lips brushing against his pubes.

"Yeah you like that dick in your throat, you fucking sexy little cocksucker," Dion said in a groggy but sultry voice, "You need that cum don't you."

Zach's answer was to fuck his face on Dion's dick and gently massage Dion's balls, while he started to hump Dion's leg with his own dick, smearing pre across it.

Dion propped his head on a second pillow to get a better view, but he let Zach continue to do all the work. After another 10 minutes Zach's jaw was starting to ache but you couldn't pay him to get off that dick. He felt Dion's legs stretch beneath him as Dion's dick pulsed in his mouth. When he came Dion grabbed Zach's hair in a fist and held him down as he shot his morning load in his mouth.

"You fucking love that cum," Dion said, and Zach did. Just then it was the most delicious fucking thing he'd ever tasted.

Dion kept holding him there as Zach sucked him dry, and kept holding him even as his dick became unbearably sensitive, until even as Zach's tongue never stopped exploring him he started to get softer.

"You gonna be a good boy and wash it down?" Dion asked in that dominant voice he had that was simultaneously cruel and caring.

Any other morning Zach would've been hesitant, but as crazy horny as he was he'd have been up for whatever Dion wanted to do. He answered by locking his lips around Dion's dick, and staring up at him expectantly. Dion smiled.

Zach could feel it coursing up Dion's penis before it burst onto his tongue. The initial blast of piss quickly filled his mouth before Zach started swallowing, sucking it down like Dion's dick was a straw, the taste that might've been overpowering on a normal day pure fucking sweetness for Zach's cum drunk brain. He kept swallowing till the firehose became a stream and finally a dribble. When it stopped Zach's tongue explored Dion's slit to get every last drop.

"Urgh, I fucking love you so much," Dion grunted as he rubbed his eyes and looked down at Zach still sucking away at his soft dick.

Zach finally pulled off and as he kissed and licked Dion's dick he asked, "So, I can get off?"

Dion grinned and grabbed Zach under the armpits and pulled him on top of him and they started making out. Then he flipped Zach over and held him in his arms as he slowly started stroking Zach's dick. It felt so good Zach couldn't help but let out a loud moan, so Dion reached over to the ground and picked up the boxer briefs he'd worn the day before, shoving them in Zach's mouth.

Which brings us back to where we started: Zach flopping against Dion as Dion's hand relentlessly stroked Zach's dick, occasionally whispering in his ear "Don't cum yet."

As the sun started to peak through the blinds and Zach almost sounded like he was choking he was so out of breath, Dion's hand slowed down but kept holding Zach's dick, enjoying the constant drip of pre rolling over his knuckles.

"Think we've teased you enough for the morning?" Dion whispered in Zach's ear. Zach groaned through the underwear and beat his fist against Dion's leg.

"You know you are so sexy like this," Dion said, "Desperate."

Zach tried to say fuck you as he strained against Dion's body but it came out as nothing but garbled noise. Dion took the underwear from Zach's mouth.

"Fuck you," Zach immediately said, which made Dion laugh.

"If you want to, but I'm still not letting you cum."

Zach stretched on top of Dion, his balls starting to feel unbearably heavy, "D you don't understand, I fucking have to cum."

Dion nibbled on his earlobe, "I'm pretty sure I get to choose when you cum don't I?"

"Yeah, I know, but... Dion come on. Please. I'm literally going crazy here."

"I know, it's hot as fuck," Dion laughed, giving Zach another light stroke and making him gasp. Zach's dick almost felt alive in his hand as it pulsed and twitched and jumped but resolutely refused to shoot.

Zach almost felt like he could cry, "Dion, seriously, it's just, it's too much, please, I'm begging you."

Dion let go of Zach's dick and pulled his arms around him, "Tonight, ok? I promise. Just a little bit longer for me."

Reluctantly Zach nodded.

Dion kissed his cheek, "Good boy. Let's take a shower, cold one may do you some good." Then he looked at Zach's neck, "And sorry about the hicky." Even through his blue balls and frustration Zach couldn't help but grin.

The shower didn't do any good. Even when Dion backed out of it and made it ice cold for Zach his boner wasn't going anywhere, and worse than that it wouldn't stop leaking pre. He was starting to understand why he'd barely gone an hour without getting off since he got his magic dick.

When they returned to Dion's room Dion tried to hide his amusement as Zach went through the small wardrobe he'd started keeping there. Every pair of jeans, that usually were just loose enough to hint at his bulge, might as well have been leggings the way his erection pushed against them.

"You see what you're putting me through?" Zach asked as he buttoned his third pair of jeans, gesturing to the huge bulge that snaked across his waist.

"Oh no, everybody will see your massive penis, cry me a river," Dion laughed, "You've got more options in your dorm, you woke us up at the crack of dawn, plenty of time to pick something else out."

"Do you have like a hoodie or something I could wear? Just to cover up?"

"Nothing that doesn't have our letters on it, and if a brother catches you wearing them a boner will be the least of your problems. Hell, Jack may paddle me if he catches you."

"Urgh, fine, I better get back then," Zach said, trying to adjust himself as best he could.

Dion took Zach in his arms and smiled down at him, "I love you. You know you're turning me on so fucking much right now."

Zach's dick took over his brain again, and he wrapped his arms around Dion's neck and went right for a sloppy French kiss as his dick strained through his jeans to rub against Dion. Dion kissed him back for awhile, his hand reaching down to gently tease Zach's dick, then he pulled away, wiping his lips as he chuckled.

"That was mean of me, you got a long day ahead. I'll see you at rehearsals, ok?"

"Fine," Zach scowled at Dion's grin and turned on his heel out the door. Before he slammed it behind him he turned around and said bitterly, "I love you too," leaving Dion laughing as he rushed out of the house.

The moment he was sure there was no one around he paused time. Zach gave his dick a squeeze and smiled to himself--time for a day at HQ.

In the months since Zach got his watch he had developed a somewhat elaborate schedule for his days. At heart, though, it was simple--Zach went through most days multiple times. What made it elaborate was how he spent the first day.

Zach stepped out into the street and stripped off his jeans, throwing them over his shoulder and letting his dick hang loose. Then he started sprinting. Even after all this time in watch world Zach still found the ability to sprint at full speed without effort exhilarating. It felt like flying.

Zach sprinted out of town and along the country roads, occasionally admiring the frozen deer foraging along the roads or the birds caught mid flight, but mostly focused on his destination. The small, isolated ranch house was a little over 3 miles from campus, but Zach reached it in no time.

Zach waited until he was inside and the door locked behind him before he restarted time, then he flipped the nearest switch. Music started playing and ceiling lights turned on low, revealing the ultimate bachelor pad. An 85 inch tv dominated the living room, a single huge and comfy recliner in front of it. On one side of the recliner was a small table covered in controllers and a beautiful glass bong, on the other side was a mini fridge packed with beer and soda. Along the other walls were huge completed Lego sets, puzzles, posters, comic books and collectibles, and in one corner an old Phantom Menace pinball machine. But Zach disregarded the living room and headed back to his command center.

"Hey Siri, it's Ferris Bueller's day off," Zach said, stripping off his remaining clothes and plopping into the top of the line gaming chair in front of 3 large displays. Siri answered quietly over the surround sound, "Done."

"Ferris Bueller's day off," was the command for Zach's automated program to contact friends and teachers with various excuses as to why he would not be in class or in contact for the day. Teachers he just told he had a horrible stomach bug, but apparently he had too good of friends because no matter how contagious a cold he claimed they'd always try to stop by and check on him, so for them he came up with a story about needing to suddenly visit a great aunt on her death bed. The replies started pinging on Zach's phone, but he ignored them, instead pulling up his computer notifications.

Zach had never been particularly interested in computers, but with all the time to figure them out and the power to walk into any IT department he'd learned enough to commit extensive crimes. He had remote access to the internal communications of the college's public safety department, as well as the local police department. He had a live view of the school's security cameras, and a few dozen cameras of his own.

One stream caught his eye, the spy cam he'd set up in Nick's room. Nick seemed to be well into his own morning routine: his little frat brother was blindfolded, sitting in Nick's chair with his hands tied behind his back, as Nick's head bobbed up and down on his dick. Zach turned on the volume for the feed and immediately felt his dick shoot a rope of pre as he was greeted by the sound of the freshman jock's moans and Nick's sucking lips.

"Oh fuck you can't get enough, can you bitch? Suck out Daddy's load like a good girl you fucking slut," the freshman said, thrusting his hips into Nick's mouth and making him choke.

After his free use night Nick was sufficiently motivated to find some dick on his own, and he quickly settled on a freshman who was, incredibly, dumber than Nick himself. Nick told Pat (coincidentally Sean's absentee roommate) a chi o sister was totally desperate for cock, but she didn't want to be obvious about it. She'd offered Nick on demand blowjobs if he found her a pledge she could blow every morning, and so long as the pledge didn't know who she was. Pat agreed immediately, and after a little song and dance where he'd pretend to leave the room after he set Pat up Nick would get on his knees and blow the freshman to completion.

"Oh fuck, fuck, swallow it you fucking whore," Pat grunted as Nick buried his head on Pat's dick, dutifully swallowing his load.

"Oh fuck baby, you do that so fucking good," Pat said, spent and sounding half in love with his mystery girl while Nick took his time on his knees, rubbing his caged cock as he kept his lips wrapped around the freshman's dick.

Zach laughed as he wrote down the time he would need to text Nick "12." Things were going along well in Nick's punishment and hopefully rehabilitation, but they were drawing to an end. Zach briefly rubbed his dick as he thought about his plans for Nick's last required loads, then minimized the stream and went back to checking his notifications.

Pretty quiet night in town. Police got Walt Sherman for a DUI, but Zach had already gotten him out of the last one. Apparently crashing Sherman's car into his garage door hadn't scared him enough to be more careful getting behind the wheel, Zach figured it was the court's turn. DPS had chased a few kids for public urination, but they got away. So nothing Zach had to deal with. There usually wasn't much going wrong in the area, but still--there hadn't been so much as a fender bender in town since Zach started his monitoring, and Zach had saved more than a few people from far worse than some whiplash.

Zach accessed his Bloomberg terminal and checked his accounts. The transfer from the betting website had finalized, and Zach couldn't help but grin as he saw total assets valued at $37,542,069. Zach had never thought he'd love football.

Zach checked his email, his eyes glazing over the legalese and numbers his lawyer and accountant sent him every day. Lot of words to say he was making lots of money and paying lots of taxes. Wonderful. He left the gushing emails thanking him for his anonymous donations to various causes unread.

Done with his chores for the morning Zach hopped up and made his way to the bedroom. His dick was demanding attention.

The bedroom was mostly filled by Zach's California king sized bed, covered in beautiful deep blue silk sheets. Zach had gone through a thousand samples to find sheets that were even nearly as soft as the ones he remembered in Vano's store, and even if they weren't that soft Zach's sheets were close. Across from the bed was a cabinet full of sex toys, but Zach didn't have the patience for anything fancy just then. He jumped into the middle of the bed and started touching himself.

Sometimes Zach wasn't sure which of Vano's gifts he preferred. Sure, the pocket watch was nothing less than a slice of godhood, but on the other hand--this dick.

Zach stared at it as it erupted another rope of pre. Zach still had a hard time believing it was actually his, expecting to see his 2" micro dick and not this 9" uncut behemoth. Zach pulled his legs behind his head and brought his dick towards his face, admiring it up close, licking his pre and letting it rub against his face as he smelled it.

He didn't think it had ever been this hard. Zach had edged plenty, but never had he gone days between loads like this, and his dick seemed to be at the breaking point, every vein in stark relief and a constant stream of pre dripping from the head. Zach put a hand to the tip and covered it in his pre, then started fingering himself as he took his dick in his mouth.

He tried to make it last, but he had to shoot so bad it was nearly painful. With his tongue buried in his foreskin Zach let himself cum.

The first shot was like a blast from a firehose, the force surprising Zach so much his dick jumped out of his mouth. Then the orgasm kept coming, and Zach's dick shot his load all over his face not in ropes but in a single unbroken stream as if he were pissing cum. Zach's whole body shook as the load went on and on, soaking Zach's face and hair and bed. It eventually slowed to a stop, and Zach collapsed into the sheets, passing out.

Zach woke up several hours later, dried cum crusting his eyelids shut and sticking his hair to the bed. He stumbled blindly to the bathroom and into his shower, a beautiful walk in with a head that dumped water like a waterfall and jets that hit every inch of his body. Easily his most expensive extravagance, but probably Zach's favorite. If not for the chance of Sean seeing him naked Zach would never bother with his dorm shower.

Even as he washed the cum from his face and hair Zach felt his dick getting hard again at the thought of Sean. When he closed his eyes he could see Sean staring and grinning at him out of the shadows, his naked body glistening gold in the floodlights again.

Unlike most of his freshmen friends, Zach hadn't been seeing any less of Sean since he started dating Dion. If anything they might've been spending more time together, with how close Sean and Dion had become. The big and little would text each other memes all day, and then most nights they'd either have dinner together, smoke weed together, or both. But there hadn't been any more blowjobs.

Zach turned off the shower and dried himself off. He walked back to the living room and lounged in the recliner, turning on a video before packing the bong.

"I mean I've never done it before. I might suck." Sean's voice came through quiet and grainy but clearly audible as he and Dion framed the video next to each other on the couch.

"Well that's all you'd have to do." Zach ripped the bong and watched Dion and Sean laugh while their knees started rubbing together. Zach's dick was fully hard by the time he finished the bowl, and he started gently stroking it as he watched the scene play out.

Zach had known something happened the minute he and Chris got back to the house. Dion and Sean were both acting a little strange, and they seemed way, way more tired than they had when Chris and Zach had left them alone. Zach didn't hesitate to turn back time and go on his hike again, but the second time he left his phone to record a video of the living room from the shelf below the tv.

When he finally watched it Zach didn't know how to feel. At some level Zach knew he should be angry. He could literally hear them talk about betraying his trust, and then just throw it aside as Zach's best friend, barely out of the closet, got on his knees for Zach's boyfriend, at his boyfriend's invitation no less. After a week of incessant "I love you's" Zach knew he should be fucking furious with Dion, and choking on the knife Sean put in his back.

But he wasn't. Zach cared more about how they talked about Zach's ass, or the way Sean grabbed his dick as Dion described Zach fucking him. He was too turned on seeing the two of them stroke each other's dicks, or the way Dion coached Sean through the bj to be upset.

So he slept on it. And when they all woke up in the mid afternoon that Sunday, the way Dion looked at Zach dispelled any worries. Dion's eyes had a way of pouring out his feelings, and Zach couldn't doubt for a second that Dion was utterly devoted to him. And with that as his rock it was easy enough for Zach to rationalize Sean's actions: they had all been off and on horny all night long; they were all drunk and twisted; Sean was in an emotional situation; and Zach really did believe it was a big/little tradition, not just Dion trying to get some head--after all, Zach knew the SAE pledges had to do the same, and not just for their big.

So Zach took the blowjob at face value--a bonding and trust experience between big and little frat brothers. Nothing had happened since to suggest it was anything else. Zach had read their texts, and even set some spy cams just to make sure. As far as he could tell Dion and Sean had never so much as referenced it since. More than anything, though, what made Zach feel secure in his relationship with both guys was the fact that their favorite topic seemed to be how hot Zach was on a given day. An ego boost like that could help Zach forgive a lot. Even if it confused him in other ways. Sean had confused Zach a lot recently.

Zach paused the video of Sean and Dion and switched to another, one he took with Sean's own computer. Zach's friend was staring at his computer screen biting his lip as he jerked his huge dick, his other hand going between his legs and fingering himself. He was watching a porno of some blond and dark haired twinks messing around in a college dorm room. Zach loved watching Sean's face as he got close, the way he pulled in his lips and curled his eyebrows. He watched Sean's balls pull up before he shot his load all over his chest, some even hitting his chin. Zach's own dick started leaking pre in earnest again, but his mind was on more than the video.

Sean broke up with his girlfriend about a week after they got assigned their big brothers. That night he texted Zach at 2am, asking if they could talk. Of course Zach was up.

"Heyyyy, buddy," Sean said a little too loudly as Zach quietly came into his room through the bathroom. Sean had a bottle of Jack Daniels in hand, and he'd obviously done some work on it as he swayed slightly on his bed, lit only by the streetlight outside his window. Sean held up the Jack, "Want some?"

"Late night nip sounds nice," Zach said, trying to hide his concern at his best friend being drunk and alone at 2am on a weeknight, "What's the occasion?"

Sean patted the bed next to him and Zach sat down. Sean grabbed a glass from his bedside table and filled it, before handing Zach the bottle. "I'm single," Sean said, chinking his glass against the bottle and swallowing it in one go. Zach took a swig from the bottle then held it between his legs as he glanced over at Sean.

"I'm sorry or congratulations?"

"Whelp, that's the question isn't it," Sean said, taking the bottle from Zach and filling his glass again.

"What happened?"

Sean sipped his whiskey, "I told Emily I didn't want to be in a relationship any more."

"Why?"

"Cause I don't," Sean said brusquely. Zach gently took the whiskey bottle from Sean's hand and had a swig.

"And how'd she take it?"

Sean gave a bitter laugh, "Not well. Or very well, depending on how you look at it. She cursed at me, called my piercing faggoty, admitted she let a lax bro at her school fuck her in the ass. I'm not sure that last bit's true though. She may've just said it to say it. She wasn't like herself." Sean swirled his whiskey around in his glass, avoiding Zach's eyes.

Zach was trying to think of something supportive to say when Sean hiccuped and started talking again in a low voice, "You know, Zach, I lied in that truth or drink last weekend."

"What about?"

"Bout my fucking spectrum," Sean said drunkenly as he stood up from the bed, pacing in unsteady circles.

"Honestly dude, fuck women. The only time I went down on Emily I nearly barfed. That chick at lambda I tried to hook up with, she put my face in her boobs and my dick went soft as a fruit roll up. Just, fuck it all," Sean said, kicking an empty takeout box across the floor.

"So...you're gay?" Zach said, trying to keep a calm demeanor in the face of Sean's agitation.

Sean went to take another drink but his glass was empty. He went to grab the bottle from Zach again but Zach put his hand on Sean's, "I think you're good, Sean."

For a second Sean looked angry as Zach held on to the bottle, but the second Sean looked Zach in the eye he felt ashamed. Sean let go of the bottle and threw his plastic cup at the wall, making it bounce across the room. Sean sat back down on the bed next to Zach and rubbed his eyes, "It's no fucking good, man, get a little upset and start acting like some fucking alky bum."

"I think you're a little more than a little upset," Zach said, rubbing Sean's back, "You'll be ok. Just don't want to make it a habit, right?"

The back rubs visibly calmed Sean down, and as Sean leaned into Zach's side Zach put his arm around him. Sean took a deep breath and exhaled, then said quietly, "I'm definitely gay, dude."

Zach brought his head down close to Sean's hangdog expression and, squeezing Sean's arm, said reassuringly, "It's not a death sentence, you know. It's really not that bad at all, actually."

Sean grinned despite himself, "I know that, I didn't mean--"

"I know what you meant," Zach said going back to rubbing Sean's back, "I was just being an ass. It's a lot to say it that first time. I was a weepy mess with Jake."

"Maybe I should've texted him, save you the drunk angst," Sean said with a hollow laugh.

"I'd be very jealous," Zach teased. Sean had told Zach he was jealous Zach had come out to Jake before him.

Sean looked down at Zach. Sean's blue eyes were silver in the white light of the street lamp.

"I was mostly jealous of that guy you fucked so hard you woke up half of jazz house," Sean said, a slight slur to his speech. Even as his head swayed he was looking at Zach intently, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

Zach blushed and looked at his feet.

"I...I shouldn't have said that," Sean said, and frustrated he muttered to himself, "Fuckin drunk stupid fuck."

"Stop that," Zach said quietly, bumping his knee against Sean's, "You're fine."

"I'm not though," Sean responded. He was holding his hands together in a fist in front of his lips, staring into the middle distance.

"What's the problem?"

His eyes flicked back to Zach, staring into Zach's green eyes again. Sean put a hand on Zach's thigh, "You."

"What do you mean?" Zach said, barely audible.

Sean didn't answer. Instead he brought his lips slowly to Zach's.

"Sean, I--" Zach tried to say, but then Sean was kissing him. It was an awkward, fumbling kiss, as if Sean wasn't sure what exactly to do with his lips, but the moment Zach closed his eyes and kissed him back it was like they clicked and the awkwardness disappeared as the fumbling became passion.

Zach didn't lose himself in the kiss for long, though. He could taste the whiskey on Sean's breath, and even as he loved feeling Sean's hand brush along his neck and then through his hair, Zach realized it wasn't right. He put a hand on Sean's chest and gently pushed him away.

Sean let his hand fall from Zach's hair, and even in the dim light and already flush with drink, Zach could see him blush.

"And I shouldn't have done that," Sean said, standing up from the bed and backing a few steps away. He sounded panicked, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! I'm so sorry, Zach, I shouldn't--"

"Sean, stop," Zach said, standing up and putting a hand on Sean's shoulder.

"It's just, this fucking Jack and the way you, I didn't mean to but then I started to and--" Sean said

"Sean, look at me," Zach said firmly, gripping Sean's shoulder. Reluctantly Sean brought his eyes to Zach's as they quickly brimmed with tears.

"You are ok. Everything is ok. Do you hear me?"

"Zach, I care about our friendship so fucking much, and if I did something to--"

Zach took Sean's face in both his hands, "Sean, enough. I love you alright, and nothing you could say or do right now could harm our friendship. You're just drunk and emotional and I need you to relax. Can you do that for me buddy?"

Sean took a few shaky breaths and nodded, his eyes turning red. Zach looked up at him, trying to look reassuring, but starting to feel lost himself.

"Sean, I...I don't know what to say. You're one of my favorite people in the world, and I think you're kind and smart and sexy and... but...I'm with Dion. And I'm crazy about him. I fucking love him. And that doesn't like detract from the way I feel about you, it's just--"

Sean put his hands around Zach's and gently pulled them off his cheeks as he smiled sadly at Zach, "You...you don't need to say it, man. I didn't--I mean I shouldn't have put you in this spot. I'm just...sad and drunk. And you're a very good friend. Best friend right?"

"Yeah," Zach said quietly.

"And you're like...so fucking attractive. Like you don't even know dude," Sean chuckled, biting his lip, but quickly turning back to serious, "And I just couldn't help it. But I should have. I know you love D. And D's awesome, why shouldn't you. I'm starting to love D. He's been better fucking family to me in a week than my real family has my entire life."

Sean wiped his eyes, "I'd never want to even try to come between you guys. I care about our friendship way, way too much. Can we just...pretend that never happened?"

"You sure?" Zach asked, feeling as if he was about to cry himself from how sad Sean looked.

"Please."

So it never happened. He and Zach returned to their usual routine, keeping things almost desperately normal. It was only when his mind wandered that Zach would think about their kiss, and about Sean in that way. Well, then and when he would catch Dion and Sean texting about him.

Zach pulled out his phone and looked at a screenshot he'd taken from their text chat. It started with a picture of Zach from behind, leaning over the railing at Sig Chi having a smoke, just the top of Zach's jock strap peaking over a butt that was clearly defined in his gym shorts.

Dion: I swear bro he can't lean 20 degrees and not make me want to bend him over all the way

Sean: He's asking for it with that strap ;P or did you put him up to it?

Dion: horny little fucker got it on his own. Who needs a pussy when you got a bussy like this?

Sean: You? Lmfao

Dion sent a middle finger emoji and Sean responded with a bunch of crying laughing emojis.

Zach changed the video on the tv again. His own face smiled up at the camera as Dion's dick wagged in front of it.

"Tell me how much you love this dick," Dion said and Zach laughed in the video as Dion rubbed his dick across Zach's face.

"A lot," Zach said, grinning up at the camera and kissing the dick as it went across his lips.

"Oh you can do better than that," Dion laughed as he slapped Zach's cheek with his boner.

"I love how thick it is. How warm it is. I love it's big head and the way it leaks pre like it knows I'm thirsty. And I love the guy it's attached to," Zach winked up at the camera and Dion growled appreciatively as he leaned down to make out with Zach, occasionally trying to turn the camera to record them but too preoccupied by the kiss itself to actually get them in frame well.

The camera recorded the ceiling for awhile as Dion let the phone drop. Zach fast forwarded till Dion picked it up again, recording his dick already balls deep in Zach. Zach loved watching the way his ass gripped Dion's dick as he went in and out, and the way Dion would occasionally give Zach's ass a smack or make it jiggle. But Zach turned the video back to the one of Dion and Sean.

"Use your hand on the shaft." Zach worked his own shaft at the same pace Sean worked Dion's, watching the red head bounce on his boyfriend's dick. Zach watched Dion stretch underneath him, and Zach felt his own load get close as Dion's fingers went through Sean's hair.

"Fuck bro, I'm cumming," Dion grunted, and as Sean buried Dion's dick in his mouth Zach let his own dick shoot again, reaching up to his nipple and covering his belly with his sticky sweet cum. Zach caught his breath as he listened to his best friend and boyfriend laugh.

"I'm feeling pretty bonded, are you feeling bonded?" Zach smiled as he started cleaning himself off. He glanced at his watch, little after 4pm. He really had slept most of the day away.

"Hey Siri, back to reality," Zach said as he stood up and went back to his computer room to check on how things had gone that day. There were a few stocks he noted he should cash out, and a woman broke her hip around lunchtime near the pharmacy, but 911 had the exact time her life alert went off. Zach wrote down the necessary times and was finishing up just as his friends started replying to his last round of automated texts. "Back to reality" was a kind of last call on any problems his friends may've had that day, asking them if Zach had missed anything or how their day went. Zach checked his phone, but it didn't seem like he'd missed anything important today.

Zach quickly went through his list of notes, memorizing his to do list for the day, and when he felt confident he had the details and time's committed to memory he set the pad down, knowing it would be blank the next time he saw it.

Zach took his watch in hand. Even after all this time he still sometimes just stared at it. He thought it may be the most beautiful thing in the world, the delicate infinity of details swirling around its simple white face, as the hands kept clicking their perfect time. Zach pulled the pin and spun them back.

Zach was back on the street in front of Sig Chi and he felt faint his dick was so hard. It was like he hadn't even realized how horny he'd been until he had the post-cum clarity of two orgasms, and to have it just crash back on his brain all at once was like jumping in a hot tub after rolling in the snow, hot and exciting but the contrast was painful. Zach paused time to walk back to his dorm in privacy, his dick ready to rip through his jeans, while he took out his phone and set alarms for his errands that day.

In the stairwell of his dorm Zach restarted time, and gently opened the door to his room, not sure if Mike would be up yet. But he was, laying on top of his covers in only his boxers playing with his phone. He smiled as Zach came into the room.

"Sup, stranger," Mike said.

"Sup, roomie," Zach said, sitting down on his bed and facing Mike. Since they'd both started dating people they hadn't seen nearly as much of each other as they used to, and Zach was a little surprised at how happy he was to have a free moment to chat. And his dick was happy as Zach's eyes subtly took in Mike's tanned and fit and mostly naked body.

"You know I was half ready to put out a missing persons report, dude, what's it been, like a week since you slept here?" Mike grinned as he flicked the game on his phone.

"If I actually were missing they may give you a new roommate, and then where would you and Tonya fuck every night?" Tonya was Mike's new girlfriend, a Junior he'd met in Spanish class and hooked up with at a Sig Chi party.

"Every night, pfff I wish. Who do you think she is, you?" Mike gave Zach a little side eye. Zach's dick jumped at the look. He and Mike hadn't messed around since Zach started dating Dion, but he did miss helping Mike with his morning loads.

Before Zach realized what he was doing time stopped. He stroked his dick through his jeans, feeling pre rub against his thigh, as he walked over to Mike frozen on the bed. Zach knelt down and worked Mike's dick through the fly in his boxers and took it in his mouth, sucking his long, soft dick. After a few minutes Zach put everything back in place and restarted time.

"To be fair, a blow and go is easier. When you're doing the whole like making love thing it takes a bit more effort," Zach said lightly. Mike scratched his balls as Zach knew his dick was starting to get hard.

"As if you're not fucking or getting fucked by D every single night, dude," Mike grinned.

"Most nights," Zach laughed, "But sometimes we just go for the quickie. That was basically this morning. I woke him up with a bj and he sent me home with blue balls."

"Little on edge? Haha," Mike said, finally taking in Zach's boner as his own started to tent his boxers.

"On a fucking cliff," Zach said, laughing along, "Can't get dick off my mind honestly."

"That so?" Mike said, letting his phone fall on his chest as he stared over at Zach. Zach held his eyes, till he pointedly looked at Mike's dick, and then back at his face. Mike laughed.

"You know, I kinda miss it," Mike said, "Not like you have anything on Tonya's pussy, but god damn, do you gay boys know how to suck a dick."

"And you straight boys know how to dump a load," Zach said.

Mike bit his lip as he looked at Zach. Then he worked his boner through the fly of his boxers and pointed it at the ceiling, "I won't tell if you won't."

Zach grinned and hopped off his bed, getting between Mike's legs. He didn't waste any time taking Mike in his mouth and down his throat.

"Holy fuck, how are you so good at that," Mike laughed as he took Zach's hair in his hand and started fucking his mouth. Compared to Dion sucking Mike was easy, and Zach let him use his mouth like a fleshlight till he felt his roommate's dick twitch and his hand shove Zach's head balls deep on his dick as he came down his throat. Zach felt his own dick jump, and he let it shoot, his whole body shaking as he came so much it was like he pissed his pants.

"You know, I think I missed that, too," Zach said, wiping some spit from the side of his mouth as he sat up.

"Well, let's not make it a habit or I'm gonna have some performance problems," Mike grunted as he grabbed some tissues to clean his dick, oblivious to the massive load Zach just shot in his jeans.

"Agreed," Zach said, as the watch was in his hand and he spun back time.

"Every night, pfff I wish. Who do you think she is, you?" Zach smiled at Mike's side eye as he contained himself this time.

"Can't all be degenerates can we?" Zach said, his dick feeling almost angry as if it could tell Zach was keeping it from getting some action. He stood up from the bed and started looking for an old pair of baggie work jeans he had while he and Mike chatted and caught up on life.

After Zach threw on the jeans and an old hoodie there was a knock from their bathroom. "You guys up?" Sean's voice came quietly through the door.

"Yup," Zach said as he closed his zipper. Between the hoodie and the baggy jeans his boner was barely visible. Sean walked through the door.

"How goes it, Lil D?" Mike asked, still playing on his phone in his boxers. Chris had gotten all the frat brothers and pledges to start calling Sean Lil D. Zach couldn't bring himself to join them though, it felt too weird.

"It's goin'," Sean said lightly then he looked at Zach and laughed as he saw Zach's old baggy clothes, "Are we going to calc or do you got a roof to install?"

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you," Zach smiled as he grabbed his backpack, "I need to do some laundry. Let's get going."

They walked to class together. As they did Zach couldn't help but appreciate the changes Sean had gone through the past month. About two weeks after his initial piercing Sean had upgraded the stud below his industrial bar to a tiny black gauge, and the last few weekends he and Dion had gone to every thrift store within an hour, slowly replacing Sean's preppy soccer boy wardrobe. Today Sean was wearing faded jeans with a hole by one knee and a beat up pair of Vans, his shirt a skin tight black t with just The Rolling Stones logo on the front, underneath a light brown leather jacket for the fall. Zach felt like a bum in his work jeans and oversized hoodie walking next to him.

"So, how'd your date with Wes go?" Zach asked as they walked through a crunchy pile of leaves. Sean had come out to their friends shortly after he'd come out to Zach, and he'd started going out with a few guys from dating apps. Wes was a cute, mixed race sophomore Zach knew from the theater crew, but he wasn't in any frat.

"Eh, not great," Sean said, "I'll fill you in later. But look at you, seems you got a vampire problem."

Zach blushed as he put his hand to his neck, rubbing the hicky that had started to turn a dark purple. He tried to pull the hood of his hoodie up to cover it. "Your bloodsucking big," Zach said sarcastically, making Sean laugh as they walked into the math department and found their seats in the classroom.

As Professor Johnson droned on about factorials Zach and Sean played tic tac toe in the margins of their notebooks. They hadn't had a not tied game in weeks, but it was an easy way to make the class go faster, besides sneakily checking their phones. Sean was replying to some text when he gave Zach some side eye and grinned.

"Wut," Zach wrote on Sean's paper. Sean subtly shook his head and just drew another tic tac toe board, crossing an x in the middle square.

Zach paused time and reached between Sean's legs to look at his phone. As expected, he was texting Dion.

Sean: you marking your property now? Gonna have him tattoo your name on his ass next?

Dion: lolol his ass is too pretty for that

Is it that noticeable?

Sean: only like you put the world's biggest leech on his neck

Dion: whoops XP had a bit of a crazy morning. Is he still hard?

Sean: is that why he's wearing a fucking circus tent?

Dion: hahaha probs

Zach blushed as he put everything back in place. Then he restarted time and placed an O in a corner of their game, trying to hold back a grin. Zach felt his own phone buzz. Dion had texted him a kiss and heart emoji.

Zach: fuck you

Dion: hahahaha

Calc was interminable as ever and Zach was starting to worry he'd need to change his pants by the time it was done as his dick just refused to get soft or stop occasionally leaking pre. His mind wandering to Sean's tight shirt didn't help either.

After calc Zach and Sean parted ways as Zach went to his French class (Zach taking a moment to save old Gertrude from tripping on a curb). It was a disaster, Zach was so horny he could barely follow the lecture, and the professor had to repeat himself twice when he called on Zach and Zach had no idea what he'd been asked. Normally Zach would reverse time and be prepared, but he was so desperate to get through the class he figured he'd just deal with it. Besides, good for appearances to fuck up occasionally.

As the class was leaving the Professor called out, "Zach, can I talk to you in my office for a few minutes?"

Shit, Zach thought as he followed the teacher out of the room, adjusting his dick as he walked. It didn't help his French teacher, Professor Martin, was fucking hot, a 29 year old fresh out of grad school with beautiful curly dark hair and a short cropped beard Zach figured he had to make himself look a little older.

As the teacher closed the door behind them and Zach sat across from him at his desk Zach figured he should get ahead of the curve, "Look, Professor, I'm really sorry about today, I didn't sleep well last night and have been out of it all day. It won't happen again."

Professor Martin looked confused for a second and then started laughing, "That's not why I asked to talk, Zach. Considering how much you usually participate I can hardly hold one off day against you. I wanted to talk to you about your last essay."

"What was the problem?" Zach had been pretty happy with it, he'd spent a few days polishing it up in watch world.

"Well, it's not so much a problem as an opportunity," the teacher said as he pulled out Zach's essay from a pile of papers, "This is way, way beyond French 2 level work. I would be happy to get writing like this from a French student. You really only had one year of high school French classes?"

"Well, I had a neighbor from Quebec," Zach lied.

"You must've been close cause this is full fluency," Professor Martin said, thumbing through Zach's essay, "I talked with Professor Thomas, the head of the department, and we both think you'd be much better off transferring to her 400 level French Literature course. She has a spot available and it's the same time as our class. We both think you'll get up to speed in no time."

Zach was simultaneously relieved he'd done well on the paper and disappointed at the prospect of leaving Professor Martin's class. Sure it was trivially easy for him, but Martin was one of his favorite teachers.

"If you think it's a good idea, Professor, but honestly I've really been enjoying your class."

"Really? You must be bored to tears, we're working on subject verb agreement while you're analyzing 19th century poetry," Professor Martin said, staring fondly at Zach, "Not that I won't miss you in class, but I think you owe it to yourself to take on a bit more of a challenge."

"You're right, it's just--I don't even know what I'm saying, yes, I'd love to take french lit, and thank you for talking with Professor Thomas about it."

Professor Martin gave Zach a little grin as he shuffled Zach's essay back into a pile of papers, "Good. I think you'll enjoy it. So, trouble sleeping huh?"

"Oui," Zach smiled, feeling like a mess as his dick just wouldn't stop pulsing in his pants.

"You weren't getting some extra french practice in?" Professor Martin said, raising his eyebrows and scratching the side of his neck as he looked at Zach's hicky.

Zach laughed, "Maybe some."

"I'm not holding it against you," the Professor grinned, "You're only in college once, better make the most of it."

Zach felt his dick drip pre as he caught a glimmer in Martin's eye. Zach's hand curled and the expression froze.

Zach walked around the desk and wheeled Martin out from it. To Zach's surprise and delight Martin was already popping a boner in his loose slacks. Zach gave him a few strokes before he pushed him back in and took his seat again, restarting time.

"So, Professor," Zach said, leaning forward over the desk and making sure Martin could see his hicky easily, even as Martin squirmed in his seat from the sudden feeling in his dick, "If I'm transferring classes, that means you're not my teacher anymore right?"

"...Yes," Martin said, surprised at the sudden shift in Zach's demeanor, "Why?"

Zach bit his lip and said as seductively as he could, "Well, I'm only in college once, and if I really wanted to make the most of it I'd want to be able to say I hooked up with a Professor. Not really any ethical problems if you're not currently my teacher right?"

Martin's jaw dropped, "Zach, I don't know that--" but Zach stood up and stripped off his hoodie, revealing his perfectly sculpted abs and arms and pecs. He walked around the desk and pushed Martin's chair out and straddled his lap, his hardon clearly visible even through his baggy jeans.

"Mon dieu," Martin muttered under his breath as he took in the sight, and then his hands were exploring Zach's body as his hardon pressed against Zach's ass. When Zach leaned down to kiss him Martin was eager to kiss back, their tongues quickly meeting one another. Zach reached down to stroke Martin's dick as his hands reached behind to grasp Zach's ass.

Zach pulled away only to immediately get on his knees. When Zach struggled to undo the professor's belt Martin just lowered his zipper and pulled his dick and balls out through his fly, an average 5 or 6 inches but still a pretty, uncut cock. Zach took it to the hilt, his tongue exploring every inch as his teacher moaned and held Zach's head against it. When Martin said, "I'm getting close," Zach pulled away and stood up, thrusting his jeans and jockstrap onto the floor in one motion. He turned around and bent over the desk.

Professor Martin immediately started rimming Zach, losing himself in the freshman's tight perfect cheeks as his tongue knocked at Zach's hole and his beard tickled Zach's taint. Then he stood up, lined up his dick with Zach's ass, and thrust inside him.

After getting fucked by Dion so many times Martin's 5"s didn't do too much for him, but still the heat and urgency turned him the fuck on. Martin started talking dirty to Zach in French, slapping his ass as his dick pounded Zach's hole. It wasn't long till the teacher was making short, quick thrusts and grunted as he came balls deep in the freshman. As he did Zach let himself cum, feeling his dick bounce as it covered the professor's desk and papers.

"Putain de merde," Martin said as he stumbled away from Zach, "that was--" but Zach paused time before he could say what that was.

Zach stood up from the desk, admiring the puddle of cum covering it as he slowly stroked out a last few drops of cum, his dick unbearably sensitive. He steeled himself as he looked at the watch, and turned back time.

"I'm not holding it against you. You're only in college once, better make the most of it."

Zach felt sweat break out all over his body as he suddenly was back to the horniest he'd ever been. It took everything he had not to thrust off his shirt again and let the teacher fuck his brains out. His dick was nearly pissing pre, furious at being denied.

"Thanks, Professor," Zach said, standing up from his chair, bending a little at the waist so his dick wouldn't point so lasciviously in front of him, "I'll be sure to email Professor Thomas about logistics."

Martin extended a hand to Zach, careful to remain seated to hide his own erection, "It's been a pleasure Zach, best of luck. I'm sure I'll see you around."

"Definitely," Zach said, feeling himself flush as he gave the briefest of handshakes and half sprinted out of the room.

As he left the foreign language building it was just after 1pm and Zach had nothing to do till rehearsals started at 4. Normally he'd find some friends to spend the time with, but as he walked through campus he felt ready to fuck every guy he saw, and he didn't want to fuck one of his friends. Even with the time reversal, it was just like another kind of edging, making him want to cum more and more.

So, Zach went to his dorm and changed into some gym clothes, his dick pressing obscenely against the mesh. He worked it under the draw string so it was a little less absurd, but Zach was beyond caring that he looked like he had a banana in his pants. He put in his AirPods and blasted rock music as he went outside and started sprinting.

He ran as long and as hard as he could, leaving campus far behind and going out on the country roads and hiking trails surrounding it. He only stopped when he felt ready to collapse, and even then he started doing push-ups to keep his blood flowing. Slowly, way, way too slowly, his erection abated. By the time he went back to his dorm at 3:30 he was heaving for air, but his dick was soft for the first time all day. He hopped in a cold shower and this time it helped keep his boner at bay.

Zach hopped out of the shower and dried himself off, specifically not looking in the mirror to check on how his hicky was healing as he didn't want to start thinking horny thoughts again. He got changed into one of his nice normal outfits and was about to walk out the door when he got a snap notification.

Without thinking he opened it up, only to be met by a video of Dion hitting his dick against the camera as he winked down at it and said, "Can't wait to see you."

"God FUCKING dammit!" Zach shouted as his dick snapped up like a jack in the box. He threw his phone across the room, gritting his teeth as he heard it shatter. "FUCK," he shouted again as he took out his watch and backed up time a few seconds, the phone appearing back in his hand. He looked down at his dick, aching in his jeans, and bitterly took them off. Back to the fucking roofer outfit.

"Zach, it's your line!" Professor Davidson screamed from the back of the theater. As the deadline approached she was getting more stressed out then any of the students, even if Zach felt things were coming along nicely. Although it didn't help that the star of the show seemed to be losing it 2 weeks out from their first performance.

"Sorry, where are we again?" Zach asked, totally lost.

"Cut!" Davidson yelled, completely exasperated, "We're going to Act 2, starting with 'Morning, Howie.' We'll do the Stage Manager monologue once the Stage Manager manages to pay attention."

Zach dejectedly took a seat alone while the crew set up the next scene, the rest of the cast avoiding eye contact, as if the shame could rub off on them. He'd seen Davidson worked up before, but he'd never been the target of it. Considering she was usually the most mild mannered of the theater teachers she had a reputation for getting mean as the premier got close. Still, he felt like he deserved it. The whole play ground to a halt when he fucked up. He also hated that even his embarrassment and guilt was muted by an unbearable horniness. A horniness that kicked into overdrive as Dion took the seat next to him.

"You know, you should be proud. Getting chewed out by Davidson is a rite of passage," Dion said quietly as the cast took their positions.

Zach wanted to be angry at him but between his cute smirk and the sheer magnetism of his body next to him, Zach could only manage to hold back a grin and sound mildly pissed off, "It's your fucking fault."

"And I take full responsibility," Dion said, patting Zach on the back, "You'll be back in her good graces tomorrow."

"If I hear any more chatter we're going to do a full run through and I don't care if we're here till midnight!" Davidson yelled again. The theater quickly went silent. Zach and Dion weren't the only ones talking but they figured they were the prime objects. They shut their mouths as the scene began, even if Zach nearly moaned as he felt Dion's finger gently brush against his thigh.

Zach thought the next scene went perfectly, and the cast seemed to too as they all smiled after Davidson yelled cut. Then she continued, "That was fine. We're done for the night. I need everyone on their A-game tomorrow." Poor Sara looked as if she'd slapped her.

The cast and crew started gathering their things, but Davidson wasn't done. As Zach stood up her voice cracked through the theater again, "Dion and Zach, my office, now," before she slammed the door to her office behind her.

Dion and Zach were met by a chorus of "ooos" as they walked to the back of the theater for their tongue lashing. Somehow Zach figured this office visit wouldn't end in a quickie.

Zach filed in after Dion and closed the door behind them. They stood in front of Professor Davidson sitting imperially at her desk, their heads hanging low, trying to look sufficiently contrite.

"Do you have any excuse for your poor performance tonight, Zach?" She asked coldly.

Zach shook his head, "No, there's no excuse. I--I didn't sleep well last night, and I've been struggling to concentrate today, but that's not an excuse, I should've done better."

"It's my fault, Professor," Dion said, "We were playing some board games at the house and--"

"I don't remember asking you, Dion," Davidson spit, cutting him off. She turned back to Zach, "If it happens again we're going to sub in Rob. There's two weeks left, we're out of time for distractions."

"I understand," Zach said quietly. The only silver lining to this ritual humiliation was that his boner had finally subsided.

"And you," Davidson said, turning on Dion, "I take it your responsible for that...that...monstrosity?" She pointed accusingly at Zach's hicky.

Dion bit his lip and looked down at his feet, trying desperately not to grin. "Yep," he said quietly.

"Don't you get cute with me, there's nothing cute about it, it's obscene," she yelled, "And if that...thing is not healed by the premier, or god forbid he gets another one, so help me I'll be telling Professor Peters he'll have two castrati for the spring musical. Have I made myself clear?"

"Yes," Dion and Zach mumbled, both struggling to hold back a laugh at the absurdity of the threat.

Professor Davidson leaned back in her chair and took a breath. Her voice was calmer but still cold as she said, "Zach, I need to speak with Dion alone, please."

Zach left the room and headed out of the theater to wait for Dion outside. Sara and Chris were waiting for him.

"Sufficiently whipped?" Chris grinned at his little.

"Well, she threatened to cut our balls off so I'd say so," Zach said, smiling but embarrassed.

"The hicky?" Chris asked.

"The hicky," Zach answered.

"It is a bit much," Sara said, looking distastefully at Zach's neck, "You'd need some plaster to cover it up like this. Should be easy enough by showtime though."

"Well, looks like you're on the way to do some drywall so maybe the foreman can get you some plaster," Chris teased.

"Ha ha ha, congratulations you're the 100th person to make that joke today," Zach said sarcastically, "I need to do laundry."

"So," Chris said, "Where's your boyfriend?"

"Davidson wanted to talk with him alone," Zach said, "Where'd Kat go?"

"I'm not sure," Sara said, "She left the theater pretty quickly."

"Huh." Zach had only seen Kat briefly just as he'd come into rehearsals. Dion had been hanging on her as they talked with some other upperclassmen. But Zach had to get right on stage and hadn't had time to join them. He'd actually been seeing less of Katrina pretty steadily that month. The three of them only messed around together a couple more times after the first, and ever since Dion got Sean as his little Kat had been joining them for dinner and hangouts less and less.

"I think she was a bit upset," Chris said.

"Why?" Zach asked. Chris just shrugged his shoulders, but Zach had the sense he was keeping his thoughts to himself.

Then Dion walked out the door. Zach smiled and walked over to him, but stopped himself from reaching for his hand when he saw his face.

When they'd walked into the office together Dion had looked like a naughty but cute kid who'd just been caught with his hand in the candy jar. Now he looked pale and shaken.

"Hey," Zach said, "You ok?"

"Yeah," Dion said, giving Zach a weak smile.

"No you're not, what's wrong?" Chris said, quickly at Zach's side.

"It's nothing, it's just--I don't know, Davidson knows my buttons." Dion looked around the entrance, "Anybody know where Katrina is?"

"We were just wondering that," Sara said.

"I need to find her," Dion said plaintively, looking out at the campus as if hoping to see her in the distance.

"D, what's up?" Zach said quietly but unable to disguise his worry.

Dion finally, really looked at him, and it was like he came back to life. He smiled at Zach and took his hand, then brought it to his lips and kissed Zach's knuckles. "I just really have to talk to her. I'll see you later tonight. It's movie night, remember?"

"Alright," Zach said, reassured by Dion's smile but still a little worried, "8 o'clock." Dion rubbed the back of his fingers against Zach's cheek and spoke low so only Zach would hear him.

"Besides, I got a certain promise to keep tonight, don't I?" He flashed Zach a mischievous little smile and winked at him. Immediately Zach felt his dick rise again, and he grinned back.

Dion leaned down and kissed Zach gently. "I'll see you soon," Dion said as he pushed a lock of hair behind Zach's ear. Then with a quick goodbye to Sara and Chris, Dion walked away determined.

Instead of turning back to Chris and Sara, Zach's fingers curled around the watch. He spun back time, until the moment he walked out of Davidson's office. He paused time, and walked back into the room. He set his phone on Professor's Davidson's bookshelf, and set the camera to begin recording the two of them.

Zach left, and let the moment proceed exactly as it had before. When Dion walked away determined again, Zach paused time and collected his phone. He sat in one of the theater's audience chairs and watched.

As the sound of Zach's footsteps echoed away outside the door, Davidson kept an icy gaze on Dion. Eventually, unable to bear the silence anymore, Dion started to say, "Professor, I--"

But Davidson cut him off, "What are you doing, Dion?" She said it cooly, but it was a real question, and she seemed to expect an answer.

"Excuse me?" Dion asked, confused.

"I did not stutter."

"I'm sorry, I heard what you said, it's just I don't know--"

"Dion, I have been the head of the theater department at this school for 12 years; I have been in charge of running the fall play for 20; and I have known theater kids since I was in middle school, you don't need to know how long that's been. I know when drama is bubbling, even when the participants are blind to it, willfully or otherwise."

"What drama, Professor?" Dion asked sincerely, if not a little coolly himself.

"You and Zach and Katrina," Davidson said immediately.

"Well, we're in a poly relationship, you know that."

"No, you are in a poly relationship. Your partners are sharing a man. And you're not respecting that."'

Dion stared back silently, letting her words hang in the air. Davidson sighed and reached into a desk drawer. She pulled out a crumpled old pack of Parliaments and walked over to the window of her office, bringing her coffee mug with her. After she cracked the window she lit a cigarette, facing Dion as she angled the smoke outside.

"I'm sorry, Dion, you know how I get this time of year," Davidson said as she took a puff, "And you know I adore you. You, and Katrina, and Zach. But you especially." Davidson grinned at Dion, the first smile Zach had seen from her in weeks. Dion couldn't help but smile back.

"I know Professor."

"Dion, I spent half my twenties in an anarchist commune in Oregon. I'm no stranger to non monogamous relationships. And the reason they can be so much more difficult than monogamous relationships is that they have all the same problems of monogamy, just with more people. There's still jealousy, still miscommunication, still neglect." Davidson let the last linger as she took another drag.

"Are you saying I'm being neglectful?"

"Yes."

Dion bit his tongue, "Why?"

"Largely because you even have to ask," she said, tapping out some ash in her coffee mug, "Dion, from the moment Zach walked into rehearsals you didn't so much as look at Katrina. Even when you were hanging on her like a monkey. So you didn't see her try to get your attention. You didn't see the way she stared at that horrible hicky you gave Zach. And you didn't see her run out of the theater in tears the moment we were done."

Dion swallowed as he slowly went pale. Davidson put out her cigarette.

"It's not working for her," Davidson said definitively.

"It was her idea," Dion said weakly.

"Dion, nobody made you enter your relationships, any more than anyone made you take on leadership positions. Having undertaken these things, though, you have certain obligations. Obligations to Katrina and Zach. Obligations to the 50 other students depending on you 3 for this production. Obligations to yourself, and your principles. Do you need me to spell them out for you?"

"No," Dion said quietly.

"Good," Professor Davidson said brusquely as she shut the window, "Then I'll see you tomorrow."

Zach returned to where he paused time, and began it again. He turned back to Sara and Chris.

"Did Dion seem a little strange to you just then?" Sara asked.

"He can get a little blue sometimes," Chris said so Zach wouldn't have to.

"Well, I hope he's alright," Sara said, obviously unsure what to say, "Zach, I'm meeting Jake at the cafeteria, you want to have dinner with us? You too, Chris."

Zach almost said sure, but then he remembered what day it was, "I would but I'm having dinner with Dave. I should really get heading over to the Mug Shot."

"And I appreciate the offer but I've got half a meatball sub calling my name in the fridge," Chris said.

"Ok, well I'll see you guys later," Sara said.

They said goodbye and Chris turned to Zach, and in Spanish asked, "Mind if I join you for the walk?"

Zach didn't have the same intense friendship with his big that Sean and Dion had, but they had grown very close. At least a couple times a week they'd play music together, and Chris would often join him and Sean just hanging out in Dion's room. There was also a certain natural intimacy in their Spanish speaking, like their conversations were just for the two of them.

As they started walking Chris took out a pack of smokes and passed one to Zach as he lit his own, "You seem a bit off today."

Zach laughed, a little bitterly, "I feel a bit off." His constant boner had finally stopped aching in his pants with the revelations of Davidson's conversation with Dion, but his brain still felt a little hazy, and even as his mind swirled with thoughts of Dion and Kat there was some animalistic part of him that was ultra aware of Chris' assured masculinity as he walked alongside him.

"What's up?" Chris asked.

"A...confluence of events."

"Fancy way to say 'It's complicated?'"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Do you know why Dion had to find Katrina?"

"I have a pretty good idea," Zach took a drag from his cigarette and looked at his feet as they walked along.

"Yeah, I think I do too," Chris said.

"Do you think...ah forget it," Zach said.

"What?"

"It's just...what was Dion and Kat's relationship like at the beginning?"

"Intense," Chris said immediately, "He was obsessed with her. And she liked it. I know people say you shouldn't objectify anyone, but when you're somebody's favorite object--I think that has a unique appeal."

"Do you think he's objectifying me?"

Chris smiled sympathetically, "You worrying there but for the grace of god go I?"

"Maybe."

Chris took a moment to think through his answer, "Honestly, Zach, I'm not sure. I think there is some of that same intensity, but...and I don't know, maybe it's just a gender thing...I don't think I'd describe Dion and Kat as friends. That's not to say they're not friendly, or didn't have a certain camaraderie, but they were lovers before anything else. But you and him, I could see you being close even if you weren't all over each other."

They reached the Mug Shot Cafe and put out their smokes in the ash tray outside the door.

"I'm gonna have to miss out on movie night," Chris said, "I got a paper due tomorrow."

"Well, thanks for the walk and talk," Zach said.

"Any time, lil bro," Chris said and pulled Zach into a bro hug. Zach hated that he had to cut it short as his dick immediately responded to the touch, but Chris didn't notice. They parted ways and Zach went inside, and when he saw Dave wasn't there yet ordered their regular drinks.

Sometimes Zach experienced time a little differently. Not just when he used his watch, although he was sure it was related to the watch, but as he went about in real time sometimes things just seemed to slow down.

Sitting at their usual small window side table, waiting for Dave, things began to slow down. As Zach poured cream into his coffee the conversations of the other patrons began to fade away, and the swirling white tendrils dispersing through his drink seemed to turn in slow motion, their random complexity filling his vision as if he were staring into a storm cloud.

Zach's mind calmed as he lost himself in in the sight, the sounds around him slowly drowned out by the beat of his own heart keeping time with the watch he felt ticking away in his pocket. He entered a timeless, meditative state, aware of but detached from his worries and speculations, and even his own body. It was like he could see the raging beast of his desire inside him, clawing at his skin, desperately trying to turn his eyes to anyone who may help him fulfill his lust. But seeing it, for the first time that day Zach felt in control of it. Or at least at peace with it.

Achieving this kind of Zen, Zach let himself return to the world, and as his spoon clinked against his mug Zach looked up at the small chime of the door. He smiled as Dave walked over.

A couple weeks after he had started dating Dion, Dave confronted Zach at a Sig Chi party. Zach hadn't meant to, but in the excitement of his new relationship he'd all but ghosted Dave. And drunk on jungle juice, Dave had given Zach a piece of his mind when he found him in the middle of the dance floor.

"Oh, there he is, the big dicked pledge! Taking some time for the little people now? Not too fucking busy disappearing with your big dicked boyfriend? After all, what's anybody else fucking matter you insensitive fucking douchebag piece of--"

"Do you have a fucking problem?" Jake had appeared out of nowhere, roughly pushing the smaller senior away when he saw him jabbing his finger in Zach's chest and cursing at him. Zach quickly put a hand on Jake's shoulder and pulled him back, feeling terrible as he saw the look of fear on Dave's face. The big wrestler could be scary.

"No, it's fine," Zach said, putting himself between them.

"You don't need to put up with that shit, it's our house," Jake said angrily.

"Yes, I do, because it's my fault," Zach said, "So please let me handle it."

Jake reluctantly backed off, staring daggers at Dave as he did. Dave looked ready to cry from the quick turn from anger to fear and he tried to run off into the crowd but Zach grabbed his arm.

"Look, Dave, I'm so sorry. You're totally right, I've been an insensitive douchebag. Can we please just talk?"

They went outside together and talked a long time. Zach had complex feelings towards his first, and a lot of them he couldn't even share, but he tried his best. Even if Zach knew he couldn't feel about Dave the same way he did before their fight for the watch, Zach still was immensely fond of him. They talked late into the night, talked about their lives and relationships, even after the party had finished and the house grew quiet they kept talking. By the time they finished talking they were reconciled in friendship, and since then they'd been sure to have dinner together once a week.

"Nice to see you dressed up for me," Dave grinned as he sat down across from Zach.

"I've been hearing that a lot today," Zach smiled back, setting his spoon beside his mug.

"Probably cause us gays can usually do better than repairman chic."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Zach laughed and shook his head, "How're things with you?"

"Same old, same old. The senior thesis is grinding along. But speaking of grinding, guess who I was just chatting with on Grindr?"

"Who?"

"Your ginger friend."

"Sean?"

"Yep."

"You really gotta nose for virgins, huh?"

Dave laughed, "Is he a virgin though? He's been on there a few weeks, hard to imagine he hasn't found some keg to tap."

"If he has I haven't heard about it."

"He's definitely playing hard to get. Wouldn't even send me a dick pic, just wanted to chat. Pretty sweet, honestly."

"He is sweet. And I wouldn't worry about what he's packing."

"Is that so?" Dave smiled as he sipped his matcha, "Good to know. I got spoiled early on this semester, having a hard time finding anybody who can measure up."

Zach felt his dick stir as Dave looked at him with barely disguised lust. They hadn't done anything since Zach had started dating Dion, but they both knew they were still very attracted towards one another. Zach held eye contact as he sipped his coffee.

"But what about you," Dave said, feeling a little embarrassed in the face of Zach's steady gaze, "How's the hottest threesome on campus?"

Zach fiddled with his mug before answering, "Well, I'm pretty sure Dion is breaking up with Katrina."

"What?" Dave asked, shocked, "When?"

"Right now, I think."

"What happened?"

Zach thought for awhile, "Honestly...I stole him. Fuckin insensitive douchebag that I am."

"Why would you say that? Did you tell him to break up with her?"

Zach shook his head, "I'm just the reason."

Dave laughed a little, "Well, that may be true. Doesn't make you an insensitive douchebag though. Kat was on board from the beginning. Until she wasn't I guess."

Dave blushed a little as he held his mug in both hands, "I gotta admit though, I'm feeling a lot of sympathy for her. I wasn't too thrilled when Dion stole you from me."

Zach looked at Dave steadily, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth, "Who was the one who didn't want a relationship?"

"I maintain you shouldn't be in a relationship," Dave said, gently slapping Zach's hand, "You're a sexy freshman, you should be fucking all about."

"And fucking you along the way?"

"If I haven't been clear, I'd let you fuck me any time and any place, and fuck anybody else you'd like too," Dave said. Dave was surprised at his own forthrightness, but there was something about Zach today even in his ridiculous outfit, like he was sexier than normal, controlled and self assured.

Zach grinned at Dave. He reached over and grabbed the pack of cigarettes from Dave's breast pocket, "May I?"

"Sure," Dave said nonplussed, "I'm almost finished, then we can step out."

Zach took a cigarette from the pack and tapped it against the table, "How about now?"

"I mean, if you really need one we can probably leave our drinks--"

"No," Zach smiled, still staring at Dave, "Would you let me fuck you? Now. Here." He put a cigarette between his lips.

Dave blushed, "Do you want to?"

Zach nodded.

Dave looked around the coffee shop, surprised but excited, "We may be able to slip into the bathroom together."

Zach laughed. "Can I have a light?"

"Yeah, sure," Dave said, reaching into his pocket and giving Zach a lighter, "Is there a spot outside we could--" but his jaw dropped as Zach lit the cigarette still sitting at the table.

"Zach, are you fucking high? We're inside put that out," Dave hissed, giving Zach his mug to extinguish it. But Zach ignored him, still staring back at Dave as smoke started to cloud his features. It didn't take long for the customers sitting nearby to start staring and whispering.

"Zach, I'm not trying to get banned ok, put it out," Dave said intently.

Zach grinned and extended his hand, "Take my hand."

"What?" Dave asked, looking at Zach like he was crazy.

"Sir--sir! You have to put that out!" A barista said from behind the counter, starting to walk over to them.

"Just take my hand," Zach said, looking at Dave like he was the only person in the world.

"I mean fine, but like seriously put it--" but the moment Dave's hand touched Zach's everything changed. The ambient music went silent, the scandalized murmurings ceased, and as Dave looked over the angry barista had been frozen mid stride. As Dave heard the soft whisper of the cigarette still burning he looked back to Zach.

"Zach...what--what's going on?"

Zach snuffed out the cigarette on the table then stood up. With one smooth motion he pulled off his hoodie and shirt, then he unbuttoned his jeans and let them hit the floor with his jockstrap, his 9" dick standing proudly at attention, a long rope of precum already hanging from the tip. He walked around the table and stood in front of Dave, slack jawed.

Zach put a finger to the drop of pre and began weaving it around his fingers, perfectly elastic and as nimble as a spiderweb. When his hands were webbed in pre he stuck all four of his fingers in Dave's open mouth, stretching his cheeks and making him choke on them.

Dave didn't seem to mind though. If anything Zach taking the lead seemed to relax him from the shock of the frozen world he found himself in. It also helped that Zach looked like some statue of a greek god come to life. Dave started sucking on Zach's fingers as he stared up at Zach, desperate for him.

"Strip," Zach said as he took his hand from Dave's mouth. Like he was in a dream Dave complied. Zach admired the Senior's short, lightly hairy body, his cute small dick and perfect bubble butt. He'd become so used to being the smaller guy in a relationship it was a bit of a power trip seeing Dave stare up at him. Well, that and reveling in his godlike dominion over time and space.

Zach grabbed Dave by the ass and pulled him into a deep tongue filled kiss as he lifted him off his feet. Still holding and kissing Dave with his other hand Zach swept their mugs and phones off the table and laid him down on it, putting Dave's feet on his shoulders as the stares of the frozen patrons looked on something a bit more intense than some indoor smoking.

Zach's dick went straight for Dave's hole, like it was going to see an old friend. He was leaking so much pre it was like he was holding a bottle of lube to Dave, and at the slightest pressure he slowly began slipping inside, Dave moaning in ecstasy as he felt himself stretch around Zach.

Zach pushed in relentlessly, further and further until Dave's eyes rolled into the back of his head and Zach felt his balls resting on Dave's ass. Then he started pumping, slowly at first but steadily picking up speed till the table was shaking.

Zach had never had to cum so bad in his life, but he didn't let himself cum yet. He just let it build, almost high on the feeling of escalation as he kept up his steady pace and watched Dave's toes curl. He kept fucking Dave until he felt Dave's hole clench around his shaft.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming," Dave moaned, and never even touching his dick he started to shoot cum all over his body, even hitting his face. Zach hadn't realized that was what he'd been waiting for, as with a roar he buried his dick in Dave and let loose, going weak in the knees as he came inside him, Dave feeling like he was being filled with fire as Zach's hot load seemed to keep cumming forever.

But eventually it did stop, and Zach fell to his knees, a torrent of cum falling out of Dave's ass as he pulled out. Zach sat down on his ass as he pushed his hair out of his eyes, trying to pull himself together after the mind bending orgasm, while Dave just laid on the table in a daze.

Zach took the watch in hand and was about to reverse time when Dave spoke quietly, "You know, it did always seem a little unreal."

Zach pulled himself to his feet, then grabbed the pack of smokes from the ground and sat back down at the table, looking down at Dave who was still staring at the ceiling. Zach ran his hand across Dave's forehead and hair affectionately, which got Dave to look at him again.

"We had plenty of real times. We had six real times a day once, remember? But this," Zach gestured all around them, "Is not real."

"Am I nuts?"

"No," Zach smiled, "I am."

"But...you can't be. Cause I know I'm here."

"You are."

"Then what do you mean? Are you actually doing this?"

Zach lit a cigarette, "Yes I am. For now anyway. I'll turn back time soon."

"Huh," Dave said, as if that was an entirely reasonable sentence. His mind was still largely on the constant stream of cum still falling out his ass, but he had enough attention to ask, "Why are you telling me this?"

"Well, you're the only one I've ever told," Zach said, "I figured it wouldn't hurt to tell you again. I've gotten a bit better at it since the last time I told you."

"Why don't I remember it?"

"Because we had a really big fight," Zach said matter of factly so as not to sound sad, "And I had to take it back."

"Is that why?"

Zach reluctantly nodded his head and Dave's eyes watered.

"What happened?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Yes it does. Please, just tell me."

Zach looked deep into Dave's eyes as he smoked the cigarette, like he was staring into his soul. He let himself sound sad as he said, "You know. You want to right now even."

For a moment it was like that furious face that had haunted Zach's nightmares passed across Dave like a shadow, desperate to get its hands on whatever power held him here. But this time it quickly disappeared, and Dave started crying as he said, "I'm sorry."

"It's alright," Zach said, cupping Dave's cheek, "It's just how it is."

"Is it very lonely?"

Zach didn't answer. The watch came to hand, and he pulled the dial.

Dion: hey you could you come over now please?

It was almost 7:30 when Zach got the text and he immediately excused himself from the small group of theater friends he'd briefly met up with in the library after his dinner with Dave. He jogged over to Sig Chi, pausing time as soon as the coast was clear to get there quicker and restarting it as he approached the house.

As soon as he was through the door Zach was met by a raucous roar of frat brothers. He'd forgotten the frisbee team had a scrimmage with the nearest college's team, and it seemed to have gone well, cause half the frat was still in their uniforms, muddy and smelly but celebrating.

Zach tried to make his way unnoticed upstairs to Dion's room, but Jack caught sight of him and pulled him into a headlock, "President bitch boi," he said, pulling Zach into a headlock and dragging him through the common area, "keg stand!"

Before he even realized what was happening Jack had grabbed Zach's legs while Rich held his arms, and they flipped him on top of the keg, letting Zach grip the sides of it as Jack held Zach's legs above his head while Rich put the nozzle to his mouth and let it rip.

Zach tried to protest, but he didn't have much choice other than to chug. He probably went for a good 15 or 20 seconds before the flow overwhelmed him and he spat it out as his face got a blast of beer.

"Gah, he nearly poked my eye out," Jack said, letting Zach down as the guys cheered him. Being manhandled like that had brought Zach's dick to full staff.

"Come on," Jack said, pulling Zach by the arm, "Beer ball. You can use that to club 'em into submission."

But Zach pulled Jack's shoulder down to him and over the yells of the frat said in his ear, "I need to find Dion. He just broke up with Kat."

Jack's eyes went wide as he took in what Zach said, then without a word he picked Zach up by the waist and threw him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry through the crowd of guys. Zach wasn't sure what Jack was doing as they briefly stopped in the kitchen and he grabbed something from a top shelf, but then they were headed upstairs, frat brothers occasionally slapping Zach's ass as Jack walked by them.

Jack brought Zach up to Dion's room and kicked at the door. Dion opened it red eyed.

Jack handed him a bottle of Glenlivet, "I brought you medicine," Jack said, then he dumped Zach onto his feet, "and your spare blond."

Dion couldn't help but laugh, "Thanks, Jack."

Jack took Dion by the shoulder, "Bros before hoes, D. Unless your bro is also your hoe. If you guys break up I'll have to badmouth him to you and you to him. But that's beside the point, the important thing to remember is--you die in your own arms."

"Jesus fucking Christ, get the fuck out," Zach said, pushing Jack out the doorway as Dion bent over laughing. When he shut the door Zach turned back to Dion trying to get his laughter under control, and as he did he looked ready to cry.

Zach grabbed him in a tight hug and Dion crumbled into his arms, muffling a sob as he buried his face in Zach's hair and Zach rubbed his back. Zach held him for a long time.

Eventually Dion pulled himself together and stood back, wiping his eyes, "How'd you know?"

"I know you. When I heard Kat left rehearsals crying, and then you were trying to find her looking the way you did, I just put two and two together."

"I should've done it weeks ago. I should've done it before we ever tried a poly thing, it wasn't fair," Dion said, sounding like he hated himself.

"I don't think should've's are very helpful," Zach said, "I think I should've done things differently too. But we're here now. How'd she take it?"

"She knew the moment she saw me," Dion said, "And we both cried. But we both agreed, too. We knew it was finished. All things considered, I guess it went pretty well. Neither of us were angry or resentful or anything. It was just sad. I was with her for almost two years, Zach."

Zach didn't know what to say so he took Dion's hand and they sat down together on the loveseat, Zach cuddling against Dion's side. Dion started playing with Zach's hair and then, almost sounding like his normal self, said, "Honestly though...it's a relief. She would sometimes be at the back of my mind and I'd feel guilty when you and me..."

Dion stopped talking and pulled Zach's chin up to face him. They stared into each other's eyes, and then closed them as their lips met, losing themselves in the kiss and each other's bodies as Dion laid down on top of Zach and between his legs, grinding his own boner against Zach's as they made out like their lives depended on it. Dion pulled out of the kiss and looked at him that way that still made Zach have butterflies in his stomach.

"It feels really fucking good being all in," Dion grinned, and Zach had no answer but to grab his cheeks and pull him back into a kiss. As they continued making out Dion's hands traveled down Zach's body till they grabbed Zach's dick through the oversized work jeans.

"You know, I really didn't mean to distract us from my friend down there," Dion said playfully as Zach shuddered at his touch, "How's that been going for you?"

Zach humped into Dion's hand, "It's been the longest fucking day of my life."

Dion laughed, "You have seemed a bit on edge."

"Good thing somebody made me a certain promise for tonight," Zach said, leaning up and letting his tongue flick against Dion's lips.

"That I did," Dion grinned, "The night's still young though."

Dion hopped off the couch and pulled the box out from under his bed. He came back with an average sized butt plug.

"Sit up," Dion said and Zach did. Then Dion pulled Zach's pants down to his knees and pushed Zach's legs up over Zach's head.

"Fuckin a, you even wore your sexy undies," Dion laughed as he admired Zach's ass in the jockstrap before kissing and licking at Zach's hole, making Zach moan and his dick leak pre through his already pre stained jock. Zach felt a squirt of lube on his hole, then Dion slowly work the butt plug in. Once it was fully seated Dion put Zach's legs back down and held up a small remote.

"You're fucking mean," Zach grinned.

"You're too fucking cute," Dion said as he pressed a button and Zach felt the plug start vibrating in his ass. Dion sat next to Zach and started making out with him as he rubbed Zach's dick through his jockstrap, occasionally increasing or decreasing the intensity of the vibration while Zach moaned in his mouth. They were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Zach quickly pulled up his jeans as Dion stood up and adjusted himself, pocketing the remote before he opened the door. It was Sean, still in his frisbee uniform.

"D, I just heard man, you doing ok?" Sean said, immediately pulling D into a hug.

"I'm alright," Dion said, patting Sean on the back, "Your pledge bro's been cheering me up."

They let go of the hug and Sean turned to see Zach. Then he grinned at Dion and pointedly looked down at his boner, "I can tell. For a second there I just thought you were really happy to see me."

"Always, lil bro, always," Dion laughed, "But he's the one who puts me at attention," he added gesturing to Zach, "You just come to check in?"

"I mean I was originally coming up here for movie night," Sean said, "But then Jack told me on my way up."

"Oh shit, it is movie night," Dion said, "Wait, why're you trying to watch a movie with the disc party downstairs?"

"It's a Thursday dude, I got an 8am tomorrow, can't go crazy," Sean said, "Not like we won't be partying tomorrow night anyway. But I mean if you guys need some alone time I totally get it, I'll just chill downstairs for a bit then call it an early night."

"Yeah, we can do a rain check movie," Zach said, trying his best not to sound too eager as he felt the plug in his butt while his dick ached for Dion's hand to get back on it, "Chris can't make it either."

"No that's perfect," Dion said, "Means we can finally do a Tarantino." Chris hated Tarantino movies.

"You sure?" Sean asked.

"Absolutely," Dion said, picking up the bottle of scotch Jack had brought him and grabbing three solo cups, "It'd be a nice distraction."

"You sure you're sure?" Zach asked, staring daggers at Dion.

Dion chuckled as he filled the cups. He passed one to Sean then walked the other over to Zach. As he handed him the cup his other hand slipped into his pocket and the plug started gently vibrating, "I'm sure I'm sure." He only let it go for a few seconds before he turned it off again.

"You know, I don't think your boyfriend wants me here," Sean said, "I'm not trying to get you to lose two partners in a day."

"Fucking dick," Dion laughed, "Zach's just been a little out of it today, a movie will do him some good." Dion grabbed his cup, "What should we drink to?"

There was an awkward silence till Sean said, "I've heard if you're not sure, the default should be life."

"To life then," Dion said and clinked his cup against Sean's, then they both walked over to Zach who seemed glued to the couch to cheers with him.

"Shit, that's actually good," Sean said as he took his sip.

"Yeah, it's also like 5x as expensive as whatever swill you're usually drinking," Dion said, savoring his own, "We keep a nice bottle around for emergencies."

"So we're pretending now," Zach said, looking at his scotch distastefully, "We have any soda?"

"No fucking way," Dion laughed, "Have it neat or not at all."

Dion and Sean joined Zach on the loveseat, sitting on either side of him. This wasn't anything unusual, they'd sometimes fit 4 guys on there, but plugged and hard as he was Zach leaned in as close as he could towards Dion. Dion didn't think anything of it as he put an arm around Zach while he started looking for Tarantino movies on the tv.

"Sean, you think you could pack us a bowl?" Dion asked. Sean hopped up and grabbed Dion's tray of weed stuff and started packing. Not content changing his look and coming out, over the last month Sean had also become a bona fide pothead.

"Still can't get over this piece, Zach," Sean said as he admired the large glass bowl shaped like a dragon, "Freakin beautiful."

"I liked it," Zach said.

"Spoiling me," Dion said, kissing Zach on the head. Zach had gotten it for Dion as a first month dating gift, although Zach hadn't told him it cost six grand.

They sparked up the bowl and passed it around as Dion put on the movie. True Romance. Not technically a Tarantino movie, but written by Tarantino. It didn't help with Zach's horniness problem. The protagonists had the habit of constantly wanting to fuck, and they always looked like they were having a great fucking time.

As they got very stoned Zach got closer and closer to Dion. He could barely watch the movie, as his eyes kept being drawn back to his boyfriend. He burrowed under his arm, let his hands idly touch his thigh or chest or hair, and every few minutes he'd kiss Dion's jaw or the corners of his mouth, hoping to get him to reciprocate. But he didn't. He'd just grin and keep watching the movie, not responding in any way other than to keep his arm around Zach. And every once in awhile to buzz Zach's plug. But even overwhelmingly horny Zach could tell Dion was drinking more than he and Sean put together.

A good ways into the movie Sean said, "You know, Zach, I'm not sure you care about how they're going to sell all that coke."

"What?" Zach said as he jumped in his seat, shaken out of the insistent kisses he'd been making against Dion's ear. Dion and Sean laughed.

"He's just a little distracted," Dion said, mussing up Zach's hair as he smiled at him.

"You sure you guys don't want the room?" Sean said, "I promise I won't be offended."

"Sean, I love you, but please get the fuck out," Zach said, shamelessly going back to kissing Dion's neck.

"I need to get a fucking spray bottle, spritz you like a bad dog," Dion laughed, putting his hand on Zach's face and pushing him away. Then Dion grabbed Zach by the waist and pulled him onto his lap, wrapping his arms around Zach's arms and keeping him immobile. "Don't go anywhere Sean, I got him under control," Dion grunted kissing Zach's cheek as he tried to pull his arms free from Dion's grip.

Sean patted his knees and stood up laughing, "Eh, I think I'm good, he can get me where I sleep dude."

"Bro, if you don't sit back down you're gonna be a footstool the rest of the movie," Dion said, staring up at Sean with a grin as he kept holding Zach as he struggled against him.

"Jesus Christ," Sean muttered, blushing a little as he got turned on by the sight of Dion holding Zach down like that. He sat back down on the loveseat, "Sticking me between a rock and a hard place."

"We need to get Zach back to reality, I think," Dion said, "The movie isn't holding his attention, let's chat for a bit. How'd ultimate go, sounded like you guys did good?"

"I mean we won 14-8 and I got 3 goals so yeah, pretty good," Sean said, smiling as Zach finally stopped struggling and went limp on top of Dion.

"Wait," Zach said picking his head up from Dion's shoulder, "Fuck sports, you said you were gonna tell me how the date with Wes went."

"Oh yeah, I meant to ask you about that," Dion added, pouring himself more scotch.

Sean looked embarrassed, "Was kinda hoping you guys forgot about that. It didn't go great."

"Why?" Zach asked.

"Well, it started off fine. Had a nice coffee and chat and he invited me back to his place. We smoked some weed and started like making out right. Then he went down on me and it was, uh, not good."

"What, you jizz your pants or something?" Dion said.

"No," Sean laughed, "He just kinda...struggled with it. Had some...teeth difficulties."

Dion and Zach both groaned and curled up, like when guys reflexively grab their junk when they see another guy take a hit to the balls.

"And on top of that he can't get like 2 inches down before he starts gagging."

"Well you're supposed to fucking freshen up down there, dude," Zach laughed.

"I was fucking sparkling! I'm not trying to give a guy some stinky junk, who do you think I am?" Sean said defensively, lightly kicking Zach's leg as he sat on Dion's lap.

"So, bj wasn't going well, what next?" Dion asked.

"Basically nothing. I start going soft from my dick occasionally getting scraped and Wes sounding like he was choking to death, then he pulls off and is like 'I don't think this is working out Sean, you're too big.'"

"No shit," Zach laughed.

"So then like, being a fucking gentleman right I'm like, 'you want me to do you or do we want to try something else?' And then here's the kicker, he says, 'Nah, I'm good. Honestly you're not even a very good kisser.'"

"What a bitch!" Zach yelled.

"Did he really fucking say that?" Dion asked.

Sean nodded and grabbed the bowl again, frustrated as he lit it to find it was kicked.

"Well, are you?" Dion asked.

"Am I what?"

"A bad kisser?"

"I don't fucking know man," Sean said, "I mean he was a bad dick sucker so maybe it was all his fault."

"I mean, let's be honest here, you need a fucking superlative cocksucker to handle cocks as big as ours right?" Dion said, Zach feeling Dion's own cock gently pushing against his ass, "But kissing? Anybody can handle kissing, and if Wes were the bad kisser he wouldn't even be able to tell if other guys were bad at it."

"I'm not sure I'm following the logic there," Zach laughed.

"All I'm saying is, I'm a little concerned," Dion said, starting to sound drunk, "Like if I try to hook you up with some guy, then he's like dude your little bro doesn't even know how to kiss, that reflects badly on me."

"Yeah, cause your reputation should be my main concern," Sean said sarcastically.

"You know, Zach, I think we have to do something about this," Dion said, "As pledge president you're supposed to be getting this kid laid right? He's not gonna get his dick wet if he's scaring guys away with the foreplay."

Zach patted Dion's arm that was still holding him in place and Dion let go. Staying on his lap Zach brought his feet up on the couch and turned to face Sean, putting his arm around Dion's shoulders.

"Now that's a good point. What do you suggest? Do they have those cpr practice dummies but for making out?" Zach teased.

"Nah, I think you just need to man up and teach him yourself," Dion said, poking Zach in the side as he grinned at Sean.

"You guys are such dicks," Sean laughed, blushing fiercely as he looked at his feet.

Zach smiled, subtly pressing his ass against Dion to better feel the plug in him as his boner started leaking pre, "I think that's more a job for his big. You're not too bad at it."

"Fuck you 'not too bad at it,'" Dion smirked as he put his hand around Zach's neck and pulled him into a kiss, Zach immediately losing himself in Dion's lips as they started making out. Then Dion's hand slipped under Zach's arm pit and started tickling him. "That's what I thought," Dion said as Zach laughed on his lap. Then Dion grabbed Zach around the waist and pulled him over to the edge of the couch as Dion scooted into the middle. Zach put his back against the armrest and his toes under Dion's thigh as he turned to look at the other two guys.

"Alright, fine, big bro obligation," Dion said looking at Sean as he kept a hand on Zach's knee, then he put a finger to his lips, "Lay it on me dude. Let's find out what we're working with."

Sean looked like he was about to pop his face was so red, but he couldn't stop smiling, "Are you guys serious right now?"

"Bro, you being a shitty kisser isn't a joke," Dion said.

Sean bit his lip and looked at Zach, his eyes asking the question.

Zach grinned, "Let's see it."

Nervous but excited Sean adjusted himself to better face Dion. Hesitantly he leaned over and gave him a tight lipped kiss.

Dion pulled back laughing, "Dude, I'm not your fucking grandma. Come on, you can do better than that."

Flustered but turned on Sean leaned in and gave Dion a longer kiss, his lips actually moving against Dion's this time.

"Let's see some tongue, Mr. cherry twister," Zach teased.

Zach's dick ached as he watched Sean's lips wrap around Dion's and he opened his mouth wider, but Dion pulled away laughing, wiping his mouth. "Too much tongue," he said, "Gotta work up to that bro."

"My bad," Sean said, wiping his own lips and looking like he wanted to melt into the couch.

"Now it wasn't that bad," Dion said, "But you could use some work. How were the visuals on it Zach?"

"Pretty, pretty good," Zach smiled.

"Ugly kissing is fine if you're like fucking or shitfaced, but early on you want it to look good. Some friends catch you ugly kissing they may start trying to break you guys up just so they don't have to watch it," Dion said, his little monologue visibly cheering Sean up after his embarrassment over the tongue problem.

"Now, time for the lesson," Dion said, "We're not in the 1950s, you're not dropping a girl off at her house bending 90 degrees for a little peck while her father's watching at the window with a shotgun. You've already got the guy on a couch, you want to get close." Dion slid across the couch so his and Sean's sides were touching.

"Then we gotta get the right angle," Dion said, putting an arm around Sean's shoulders and bringing his face close.

"Now don't fuckin do this," Dion said, squeezing his eyes shut and making an exaggerated kissy face and blindly smacking his lips all around Sean's face, making Zach and Sean laugh as Sean pulled his face back.

"I didn't fucking do that, dude," Sean said.

"Yeah, cause I kept my eyes open and adjusted for you. If I'd closed mine you would've kissed my fucking eye," Dion laughed. He took his other hand off Zach's leg and gently took Sean by the chin, pulling Sean's face back to his.

"And don't do that either, it's a power move, you're not ready for it," Dion grinned gently pinching Sean's chin before letting it go and letting his hand fall on Sean's lower thigh, "This is good though--below the skirt. Or in your case the like balls or dick hanging region."

"You know this kissing lesson is taking a long fucking time to get to the kissing," Zach said, struggling not to openly start rubbing his dick, especially when Dion slipped his hand into his pocket and turned on the vibrator in Zach.

"And you just come in calmly, naturally," Dion said as he brought his face close to Sean's, a slight smile at the corner of Sean's mouth as his eyes held Dion's.

"Your lips aren't hard or loose, they're soft and responsive," Dion's lips were inches from Sean's and Sean could taste Dion's breath.

"And just before, you can close your eyes," and just as Dion's lips were about to touch Sean's he closed his eyes and Sean did too.

"Now pay attention," Dion whispered, and he started kissing Sean. Gently and probing at first, but quickly more assured, more passionate, as their lips clashed and melded. Slowly Dion's tongue explored Sean's mouth, teasingly flicking against Sean's tongue, but it wasn't long before their tongues were taking turns wrestling in each other's mouths.

After what could've been 30 seconds or 5 minutes Dion pulled away. "Now that was much better wasn't it?" He asked Sean who was looking back in a kind of dazed awe.

"And a personal tip, Sean," Dion said, grabbing the back of Sean's head and pressing their foreheads together grinning at him, "Show off that fucking fire smile bro."

That knocked Sean out of his daze and got him grinning too. They both had such incredible fucking smiles. Zach almost couldn't stand it--either of them alone could brighten the world up with a smile, together it was like high fucking noon.

Dion gave Sean a pat on the leg and then turned back to Zach, a hungry look on his face that Zach was eager to match. Dion kissed Zach's knee that was pushed against him, then started kissing down Zach's thigh and then up his torso, moving up Zach like a panther before his tongue found Zach's neck and then chin and then mouth, as they both immediately fell into a deep French kiss. When they stopped Dion whispered in Zach's ear, "You enjoying yourself?" Before looking at him expectantly. Zach found it incredibly fucking attractive the way he'd check in like that.

"Isn't he a great kisser, Sean?" Zach grinned, still staring back at Dion.

"Pretty good," Sean said, and he tried to laugh but it came out closer to a grunt as he watched the hot couple have their moment.

Dion smiled at Zach and kissed his nose, then pulled Zach back onto his lap as Dion moved against the armrest of the loveseat.

"So when's the neck assault lesson?" Sean said, grinning at Zach's hicky.

"You'll need to find a different tutor for that, we had our manhoods threatened for it today," Dion laughed. He ran a hand through Zach's hair and said to Zach, "You willing to give him a performance review? See if my lesson did any good?"

Zach and Sean looked at each other and blushed, but they didn't look away.

"I am if you are," Zach said, trying to sound nonchalant but coming off closer to sheepish.

"Works for me," Sean said in the same tone.

"Better hop over then," Dion said, pushing Zach off his lap into the center of the loveseat. Dion refilled his scotch, "And let him take the lead."

Awkwardly Sean scooted closer to Zach so there sides were touching, then put his arm around Zach's shoulders. "You know if I thought this were gonna happen I'd have showered after the game," Sean said, grinning shyly.

And as their bodies came close Zach could actually smell the sweat and the field on him, but it wasn't bad. If anything he liked it, a manly, earthy smell. It reminded Zach of laying against Sean after an intense wrestling match.

"You've smelled worse before," Zach teased, "I don't mind it."

Sean's hand rubbed against Zach's shoulder as he smiled at that. His other hand went to Zach's thigh.

"Or below the dick hanging region I guess I should be down here," Sean said, moving his hand down to Zach's shin.

"Nah, it's the average dick hanging region," Dion laughed, "If they hang lower than that you've hit the lottery and get a free feel."

Sean brought his hand back up to Zach's thigh and looked at Zach's crotch, grinning, "Bad luck, it's down the wrong leg." Even through the thick baggie fabric of his jeans Zach's erection was clearly visible running down his right thigh.

"Keeping it here for me," Dion said, giving Zach's dick a squeeze and making him shudder.

Zach turned his head back to Dion, "If you keep touching it I'll fuck you in front of Sean, I don't even care dude."

Dion winked as he gave Zach's dick a final squeeze, then poked Zach's cheek, pointing his face back to Sean.

"You know, you seem a bit on edge tonight, Zach," Sean smirked as he brought his face closer to Zach's.

"I know not seems!" Zach laughed, stretching the leg Sean was holding closer towards him.

"Was that another fucking quote?" Sean said, still smirking but turning his head as his face came very close.

"Yeah, it--" but then Zach closed his eyes as Sean kissed him. It was incredible how quickly Sean had learned to move his lips like Dion, it felt like Zach had kissed him a thousand times before. Well, in some ways. In others it was electrifyingly new. Even though Sean's lips were doing a familiar dance the lips themselves felt foreign and exciting, his smell and taste unique, not necessarily better or worse than Dion, but different.

And that it was Sean. His dearest friend. Who he'd spent the better part of most days with for months. Who he'd been fantasizing about since the first day of college orientation. Zach was high on the feeling of intimacy as their tongues started searching each other out.

Dion had told him to let Sean take the lead, but Zach's blue balls had different plans. Zach brought a hand to the back of Sean's head, letting his fingers run through Sean's short red hair as he pulled them closer together. His other hand went to Sean's thigh.

Dion turned the vibration back on and Zach involuntarily moaned in Sean's mouth. That made Sean excited. Sean's tongue got more aggressive as his arm pulled Zach in closer towards him, nearly holding him now.

Zach felt Dion press against his back, Dion's lips just behind his ear and Dion's hand traveling up his thigh, touching just around his dick. This made Zach touch Sean more, his hand slipped under Sean's shirt, feeling and pulling Sean's body as close to his as Zach could, while Dion gently took Sean's hand on Zach's other thigh and placed it under his on Zach's dick. Immediately Sean's fingers curled around it, making Zach buck into his grip.

"So what's the 5 star review?" Dion whispered in Zach's ear while he and Sean kept kissing. Zach didn't even hear him, his mind totally absorbed by the taste and touch of the guys around him, and his dick, which was painfully, gloriously hard, in their hands. Sean heard him though and reluctantly pulled out of the kiss, even as Dion held his hand on Zach's dick.

Sean giggled as he saw Zach keep his eyes closed and sticking out his lips, expectantly waiting on the next kiss. The laugh knocked Zach out of it and he opened his eyes confused, "Wait, what?"

Dion and Sean both laughed. "How'd I do?" Sean asked.

"Would you recommend him to a friend?" Dion added. Zach could smell the scotch on his breath even as he was kissing along Zach's jawline.

"Better than last time," he said dreamily, closing his eyes as he leaned back into Dion and made his dick flex in Sean's hand, not noticing Dion and Sean exchange a look at his words. Dion took his hand off of Sean's, and Sean immediately let go of Zach's dick.

"Ah, fuck, D I'm dying here," Zach said, oblivious to Dion and Sean staring at each other, and stretched between them as his dick begged for attention, driving any thought from his mind but getting off. It was like a fever.

"Are you like rolling, Zach?" Sean asked, blushing as he looked away from Dion.

"Nah," Dion answered for him, wrapping his arms around Zach and drawing him onto his lap, Sean reluctantly withdrawing the arm he'd had around Zach's shoulder. Dion's hand reached under Zach's hoodie to tease his nipple. He kept staring at Sean as he did it, and Sean couldn't help but feel like Dion was toying with him. "I've been edging him for two days. He's a little horny."

"Ughh, I'm a fucking mess," Zach said, rubbing his eyes and finally looking back at Sean, smiling sincerely at him even as Zach held onto Dion's arm. "Sorry, dude. It's this jerk's fault," Zach said, gently elbowing Dion's stomach behind him.

"I don't know, you seem to be enjoying yourself," Sean said.

"Aren't you?" Dion asked Sean, his voice clear even if his eyes were now glazed with drink.

"Sure I am," Sean said and gave Dion an abashed grin, "But your boyfriend's literally tripping. Seems a bit much just for two days doesn't it?"

"Well, Zach does have a medical condition," Dion said, nuzzling his nose against Zach's hair but still looking at Sean, "What's it called again?"

"Fucking hyperspermia," Zach groaned as Dion grabbed his dick through his jeans.

"Zach's gotta cum a lot," Dion grinned, "Or else he gets a bit pent up."

"Sounds more like a blessing than a condition," Sean said.

"Maybe if I hadn't told my fucking boyfriend he could decide how long till I'm allowed to cum next," Zach said.

Dion gently kissed the hicky he'd made that morning, "You're doing great, babe."

"Fuck you," Zach laughed as Dion's lips tickled him.

"Well, with his condition and all, I think I better leave, let you guys deal with that," Sean said jokingly, but eying the couple jealously even as he still felt guilty with Dion staring at him. After their make out session, this time Zach wasn't so quick to agree.

And Dion had his own thoughts on it, "Now don't tell me you don't wanna help out your pledge bro," Dion said, letting his hands go under Zach's jeans and underwear and grab his dick, making Zach close his eyes and hold onto Dion's arm for dear life as his dick jumped in Dion's hand. Dion kept grinning at Sean and said, "He's so fuckin horny bro. I think he'd do just about anything we'd ask him." Dion gently bit Zach's earlobe as he kept stroking Zach's dick, then whispered in Zach's ear, "Wouldn't you?"

Zach was so caught up in the sensations in his dick he just immediately moaned his affirmation.

"Do you want the help?" Sean asked, feeling torn. He almost felt like all this was a setup, a demonstration that Sean wanted to steal Zach away from Dion. But on the other hand this was all hot as fuck. Sean had been rock hard from the moment Dion had kissed him, and he'd only gotten harder since he was making out with Zach. Now Zach's boyfriend was inviting him to get in on Zach's massive erection and extreme horniness. Well, Sean's dick decided fuck it, spring the trap.

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't," Dion said, and as Sean remained seated Dion smiled at his answer.

"Why don't you help him get these pants off," Dion said as he took his hand off Zach's dick to unfasten his buttons. Then Sean gently pulled Zach's jeans off him, as Dion raised Zach's arms above his head and pulled his hoodie off, leaving Zach naked but for a bright white jockstrap.

Dion groped Zach's naked body, slipping his hands in through the sides of Zach's jock to grip his dick. Dion whispered in his ear, "Remember, don't cum yet."

"You think I fucking forgot??" Zach asked sarcastically through the haze of his horniness. Dion gripped Zach's jockstrap and pulled it below Zach's dick and balls, showing it off at its full length. If anything it looked like it may have even grown an inch. Dion ran a finger from the base of Zach's dick to the tip, and when he reached the head a shot of pre burst out of Zach's dick that was so thick and came so fast it looked like a rope of cum shot out on Zach's belly.

Dion wiped the pre off with two of his fingers and stuck them in Zach's mouth, letting Zach suck him clean and Sean watched and stroked his own dick through his gym shorts and leggings. Then Dion took his thumb to Zach's piss slit and wiped off even more pre. Then he held his thumb up to Sean's lips, "Taste it."

Sean wrapped his lips around Dion's thumb and his eyes went wide, "Zach, what the fuck. It's like...fucking salty caramel."

"Its called pineapple ju--ooo," Zach was interrupted by Dion's hand starting to gently stroke his foreskin again.

And if Zach was hypnotized by the sensation Sean was hypnotized by the view. He'd seen Zach's dick plenty of times before, but he'd only seen it naked and hard the night they got assigned their bigs, and even then he'd been careful to be subtle in his peaks. But now he could just stare at this huge, perfect dick, almost impossibly large for Zach's 5'6 body, and the constant trickle of pre quickly making the dick and Dion's hand shine.

"How bout you show my lil bro what he interrupted earlier," Dion said to Zach, "Pull your legs back."

Zach did as he was told, pulling his legs to his chest and lifting up his ass perfectly framed by his jockstrap, and winking out from his hole the black base of the butt plug. Dion started vibrating it.

"You kinky fuckers," Sean grinned at them both, "Have you been doing that to him all night?"

"Occasionally," Dion winked.

"Fuck me," Zach moaned as Dion turned up the vibration even more, his hand increasing its speed on Zach's dick.

"You heard him dude," Dion said to Sean, "Get fucking him with it."

Sean gripped the base of the plug and slowly started pulling it out, mesmerized by Zach's hole quivering from the vibrations. He started slowly pushing it in and out, rock hard as he watched Zach's ass gripping the soft plastic material, desperately wanting to feel it himself. Then the vibrator died, and it was like Dion read his mind.

"Needs a new battery. How bout you finger him instead?" Dion pushed Zach's dick forward toward Sean, "Even has a built in lube dispenser," he grinned.

Sean grinned back and rubbed the tip of Zach's dick with his fingers, loving the way Zach's breath caught and his whole body twitched from the sensitivity. Quickly wet with his pre, Sean gently pulled the butt plug out of Zach's ass and started teasing Zach's hole with the tip of his finger.

"Oh, fuck," Zach moaned as Sean's long thin finger slowly entered him. Sean was ready to cum in his pants Zach was so soft and tight and hot around him. He started to slowly fuck him in and out.

"Sean," Dion said, tearing Sean's eyes off Zach's ass. Dion crooked his finger and made the come here gesture and said, "Curl it up and back towards his dick, you'll find his g-spot."

Sean turned his finger around and slowly curled it up towards Zach's dick. The moment he touched Zach's prostate Zach nearly screamed and a jet of pre shot from his dick, nailing him on the chin.

"D, come on, please," Zach nearly choked as he pushed himself back against Dion while Sean kept rubbing his prostate, making his whole body shake.

"Not yet," Dion whispered in his ear, still relentlessly stroking Zach's dick. "Quiet him down, Sean. You could use the practice anyway," he added to his little.

Still fingering him, Sean brought himself closer to Zach, leaning down and kissing his open mouth. Zach's lips latched around his as he moaned.

"Second finger," Dion said, his face inches from Sean and Zach's as they made out in Dion's lap. Sean slowly pushed his middle finger in with his index, quickly getting back up to speed.

Zach's whole body was sweating now, slick between the two of them as his bangs began to stick to his forehead and his dick became a fountain of pre. He had no idea how long he'd been there, fingered and stroked and kissed and held, when Dion finally whispered, "Now."

It might've been a nanosecond between the word and Zach's dick erupting. Dion grasped it firmly in his grip as it shot cream like a firehose, hitting all 3 of them in the face as Sean pulled back from the kiss and the load went above Zach's head, and even as it started slowing down it still kept pumping out, soaking Zach's chest and belly, till it finally dribbled out down his leg.

Zach's mouth tried to form a word, but his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed against Dion, immediately starting to lightly snore.

Dion and Sean looked at each other in amazement, Zach's cum dripping from their faces. Then they burst into laughter.

Carefully Sean withdrew his fingers from Zach's ass and Dion finally let go of his dick. "Think you can help me out, bro?" Dion said, squeezing his right eye shut as cum started to drip from his brow. Sean grabbed a towel from the back of Dion's door, and after wiping his own face and shirt clean tossed it to Dion.

Dion cleaned himself and then Zach, the towel nearly soaked with cum by the time he was done. As he was rubbing Zach's stomach clean he wiped a bit of cum up with his fingers and offered it to Sean. Hesitantly Sean sucked it off, and then immediately started laughing again.

"How does he have fucking tasty jizz? Or cum buckets? Like what's wrong with this boy? Nobody can be so lucky."

"I wonder that myself," Dion said serenely, finishing cleaning Zach off and then gently wrapping his arms under Zach's limp legs and back, standing up and carrying him over to the bed. Tenderly he laid Zach down, taking off Zach's jock before pulling a blanket over him and tucking him in. Dion leaned down close to kiss his cheek and adjust his hair against the pillow before he turned back to Sean still on the couch.

Watching Dion's intimacy Sean began to regret his rash decision.

"I don't think I should've done that, D," Sean said, unable to look him in the eye. Dion plopped down next to him on the couch.

"You know, bro," Dion said lightly as he emptied the last of the scotch into his solo cup, "I've heard of post-nut guilt before, but I don't think I've ever heard of post somebody else's nut guilt."

"Zach wanted me to go, at least until he was like, overwhelmed," Sean said, then he looked back at Dion, throwing back his scotch again, "And you're not yourself. You're hurting."

Dion eyed his empty cup then set it at his feet. He looked over at Zach on the bed then turned his eyes to Sean, "So, when did you guys kiss before?"

Sean knew Dion had caught what Zach had let slip, but it still was a gut punch to hear him just throw it out there.

"The night I broke up with Emily," Sean said, quickly adding, "And we didn't kiss, I kissed him and then he stopped me."

"Went long enough for him to have an opinion on the quality, anyway," Dion said, a slur slipping into his speech.

"He didn't--I was such a fucking mess, D. I was drunk and had just told him I'm gay and...I wasn't thinking straight. I begged him to just pretend it never happened."

"I guess telling you guys to kiss brought it back to mind," Dion said.

"Please don't hold it against him, D. It was totally my fault. Like it wasn't even a second and he pushed me away and was telling me how much he loved you and--"

"I'm not sure there's anything I could hold against Zach," Dion cut him off, "I mean, if I can't hold Katrina against him I definitely couldn't hold a drunken kiss from you against him."

"You can hold it against me. It was a scummy thing to do."

"Ha!" Dion barked as he stood up from the couch. He walked over to his desk and dug out an old pack of American spirits, then popped a window before sitting down next to Sean again. "You want one?" Dion said, offering the pack.

"If you do."

Dion passed Sean a smoke then lit his own. Dion puffed on his cigarette a long time, staring into the middle distance like he was thinking deeply. Sean let him think, and eventually Dion started talking.

"You know, Sean, I just did the scummiest thing I've ever done in my life. I just made a girl I loved have front row seats to me leaving her for someone else. No offense, but you drunkenly kissing Zach doesn't even register as scummy right now."

"You didn't mean to do that," Sean said, trying to sound consoling, "It just didn't work out."

"I'm not sure how much intentions matter when it comes to things like that," Dion said, ashing in his empty cup.

"Some, at least," Sean said, knocking his knee against Dion's, "Can't always control the consequences, good intentions are all we can hope for."

Dion pondered that for a bit as the cig burned between his fingers. Then he grinned at Sean, "And what about your intentions, bud?"

"What do you mean?"

"Towards sleeping beauty over there."

Sean looked over at Zach, watching his chest gently fall up and down as he dozed. Sean blushed and looked at his feet, "I don't have any intentions, D. Not besides trying to stay his friend. That's why even what we did tonight was a mistake."

"What, you wouldn't make out and finger fuck your friend?" Dion joked half heartedly.

"Honestly, no, I wouldn't," Sean said, frustrated, "Not if friends is all we can be."

"Is it?"

Sean looked back to Dion, "What kind of question is that? Of course it is. I care about both you guys too much to want anything more."

Dion looked affectionately at Sean, but with a tinge of pity too, "I know you love him, dude. I mean, how could you not--I do. I'm just wondering when he'll pull his head out his ass and realize he loves you too. Cause he does. And more than in that friend way he says it."

"He loves you."

"Yeah, till he realizes one of these days I may drop him for some new piece of ass, like I just did with Kat."

"D, stop. That's not what you did."

"Wasn't it?"

"No. You left her for him. Not some piece of ass, that whole package. Look at him sleeping over there and tell me any piece of ass could get you to leave that."

Dion glanced over at Zach then smiled sadly at Sean, "I mean, I could never leave him. Doesn't mean he shouldn't worry I might. Or even just prefer you to me. You're nicer and smarter and sexier than me anyway, dude."

"Alright, you really are shitfaced aren't you. This is why I never should've messed around with you guys, just makes people paranoid and jealous and--"

"Nah," Dion put out his cigarette then grabbed Sean by the back of his head and pulled their foreheads together, like he did after they'd kissed, "I'm hurting, and saying all the wrong things. We just had some fun tonight. Nothing to worry about or stress over. We can even pretend it never happened. Ok bud?"

Dion looked at Sean with all the affection and comfort he could muster, and it seemed to break through Sean's concern cause his frown broke into a small smile as he looked back into Dion's amber eyes, "Ok."

With a pat on Zach's sleeping shoulder and a final bro hug with Dion, Sean left the room. As he did, Dion stripped and laid down next to Zach, his hands and lips exploring Zach's body as his dick got hard. Dion almost started jerking off, but he figured if Zach could wait 2 days he could wait till morning.