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Where There's a Will There's a Way
Chapter 5
Over the next few weeks, sex sessions with Will became a regular, but never repetitious, event. He had adjusted his schedule at the restaurant, flipping some of his shifts to mornings. It was a strategy that would give him more nights free for us to disappear and fuck. It was a great arrangement; now rather than just holing up on Saturdays, we were in each other's arms and asses two or sometimes three nights a week.
My curiosity for gay sex seemed limitless and Will was just as adventurous. I was constantly in awe of the similarity in our drives and interests. It was a chemistry I had never experienced before -- beyond rewarding and changing me in ways that I was slow to realize at the time. To have someone with whom I never felt hesitant to suggest something new, who was just as eager to push the sexual envelope a bit further, even for those things that might otherwise seem taboo or a bit obscene. What's more is that Will enjoyed his own dick just as much as I enjoyed my own, a slight perversion that we openly encouraged in one another. It was all an affirmation of my homosexuality that I did not know was possible.
We often got off three or more times every night we got together, and it always felt good. There began a routine that each session would follow a theme of sorts. One of us would have an idea of something that sounded hot, then the next time we got together we'd spend the evening exploring it. It was a way for us to connect on our fantasies, to really dive deep into a particular aspect of gay sex that had confounded us for so long, and in a strange way, we became even closer through our shared, sometimes depraved experiences.
One of these nights we came up with the idea of a sustained porn edging session. Will brought over a jar of coconut oil to lube ourselves with. I didn't even know what coconut oil was, but he had insisted it was great for edging for a long time. He wasn't wrong. We jerked our dicks to gay porn as long as we could stand it before exploding on each other. It must have been at least three hours -- I lost track of time -- but we didn't regret the soreness of our abused members after we were done. We repeated this activity a couple of times, one night focused on gooning to jock guys and athletes in sports scenarios -- locker rooms, wrestling matches, football players that somehow ended up fucking after a game. Another night we stroked and lusted to nothing but twinks -- we both had a weakness for smooth, slim boys. I never thought other guys jerked off as much as I did, but with Will I had found there was at least one who was my equal in self-pleasure.
There was a wild night of rimming. We studied up on positions to lick each other's holes and tried the ones that looked like they wouldn't sprain something. Sitting, squatting, one leg up, hanging my ass off a chair, and some more exotic maneuvers that didn't make a lot of sense, we licked each other's holes across about every inch of my apartment. The drive was always to get our tongues deeper in each other, something that on the surface sounded strange but in the moment was insatiable. That night showed us that there was never going to be an end to that desire. Maybe some men are squeamish about what they might find with their tongues protruding into the depths of a rectum, but with our now-practiced hygiene techniques and no fear or shame between us for such an indecent act, we encouraged each other with hot, dirty talk and came to crave the metallic-tinged flavor of the innards of our buttholes.
We turned each other on with our fascination for threesomes and orgies. The desire to share a man, to express that lust for dicks together and feel the pleasures of multiple holes being filled at once was enticing. One night was spent roleplaying that we had a hot man in the bed, showing each other what positions we would try and how we could arrange three bodies for the best sex. We came simultaneously with a dildo between our mouths, pretending to be sucking dick from both sides and jerking ourselves to climax. It was a fantasy we talked about more than any other and we had agreed that we wanted to try to make it real.
Of course, we had plenty of nights of just hard-pounding buttfucking too. Will most often bottomed, always craving my cock in him and wanting it hard and fast from behind. But he liked to top me too, and I had come to really need that feeling of him filling me up and looking deep into my eyes as we were singularly connected in that way.
As much fun and pleasure as our sexual play was, it was those moments of clarity that I came to long for the most. The sucking, licking, and stroking enhanced our growing relationship -- fulfillment of fantasies and sexual needs that were like two halves of a whole -- but the instances of loving penetration and intimate moments inside each other are what was forming a bond that until then I did not know two men could share. My feelings for him, both sexual and otherwise were growing stronger, more real, and more distracting. I was feeling a need for his comfort when he wasn't there; experiencing a strange emptiness when we hadn't seen each other for a day or two, and looking forward to connecting with him again at the expense of nearly everything else in my life. I caught myself thinking of him often, not just fucking or getting off with him, but just holding his warm, sensual body and feeling his arms holding me in a tight, manly embrace.
Two things happened then, one that I could have expected, and the other that I should have but didn't.
It might seem at this point that between Will and I, things were about perfect, and in some ways that was true. We could not be more sexually compatible, constantly horny for one another and eager to push farther into our gay lust and desires together. There was never a hard word between us; our friendship turned lovers relationship was absent any of the complicated feelings of jealousy, resentment, or cruelty. We had become close, but still independent-minded and confident. Will never expressed any influence over me other than his power to turn me on and I never pushed upon him anything more than my hope to spend more time with him.
But that was only an internal view, and the reality of life is no matter how secret or separate we kept our sexual bond, there was an inevitability that it would spill out beyond the borders of my apartment walls. In a literal sense it did.
I began to notice the looks my neighbors as I passed them in the hallway or crossed the parking lot. I think it's common that most apartment dwellers tend to keep to themselves, and the same had always been true for me. But in shared spaces with adjoining walls, it is impossible to have complete and total privacy. Will and I weren't exactly quiet. While both of us were generally more soft-spoken than boisterous in our personalities, Will even more so, gay sex brought out a vocal side of us. The dirty talk and encouragement could easily penetrate a few inches of drywall; the repetitive bouncing of furniture when we copulated was likely unmistakable to tenants below; and Will's moans and begs of pleasure when my dick was in his ass could probably be heard in the parking lot if the weather was still enough.
There was no way those around me didn't know I was having frequent, energetic sex, and if they were to pay enough attention, it would be clear there was no female at the party. It wouldn't take much thought to put together the excited, earring-laden guy who frequented the third floor of the complex was one of the culprits.
So I came to realize that my neighbors would likely wonder or even believe that we were gay. They probably picked up on clues that weren't even as intrusive: we were both young, attractive men that dressed well and took care of themselves; we were never seen with anyone other than each other; and nary a woman had dimmed my apartment doorway. Even if someone wasn't particularly interested in figuring out what was going on, there are certain assumptions people make about each other just from their day-to-day observations.
But here was the thing: I didn't care. It didn't phase me one bit. None of those glances felt threatening. They never seemed much more than curious or questioning. If we were making too much noise in the throes of passion, no one had made a fuss. Even so, I had always thought my neighbors themselves were obnoxiously loud with a barking dog in the adjoining unit, someone who blasted their music just below me, and a couple of rambunctious kids across the hall. There was no apparent issue with what Will and I were doing or if I was an overly active homosexual living among them, so why should I make it one?
This was a minor change in my approach to the world, but an important one. I had lived in fear for over a decade that other people might deduce my interest in guys and how they might think of me. While it wasn't the same as coming out to my friends, or god forbid my family, I had inadvertently let my sexuality be known to someone other than Will or myself for the first time. And it didn't seem to matter.
What I didn't recognize, and in hindsight feel was a blindness I should have foreseen, was what those closer to me had begun to wonder. For those couple of months when Will and I isolated ourselves for our intimate evenings, we did so at the expense of our other friendships. I had not been to a bar or hung out with anyone but Will for a noticeably long time.
At first the contact from my friends was just curiosity: What have you been up to? Is everything ok? When are you free to hang out? After a few weeks of absence, they became more confused and wondering: Is something wrong? What's going on with you? Are you mad for some reason? By the time two months had passed and no one had seen me out, the tone had turned to concern and texts from my friends became a source of worry for me. I didn't like to lie, but my vague excuses for where I had been or why I couldn't hang out on a Saturday night were running out.
It was Lindsey who finally called me on the carpet, and I knew I couldn't ignore her any longer than I already had. She was a good friend to me, probably the closest I had ever had other than my blossoming relationship with Will. When she called me at work and practically demanded to meet for lunch, I didn't have it in my heart to turn her down, even knowing I would likely be facing some tough questions.
We met at a café between our two works that we had frequented a hundred times before, although not for a couple of months. When she saw me approaching, Lindsey stood up and moved around the small, metal-grated table to embrace me. Her eyes were lit up with a smile, but I could see behind them and hear in the timbre of her voice something other than excitement to see me. Was it concern or even hurt?
"Mark, how are you?" She said simply as she scooted herself into the table.
I sat down across from her, putting on my best face and answered with no hesitation. "I'm great, never better."
She cocked her head, eyeing me with a knowing look that I tried to ignore. When I didn't react, she leaned forward, putting her hands flat down on the table.
"You look good, but I don't understand what's going on with you."
I tried to play dumb, not knowing what else to do. "What do you mean?"
"Mark, nobody has seen you in like two months!" She leaned back with exasperation. "I've barely heard from you other than an occasional text, half of which you don't respond to."
She was right of course, and it was ridiculous to deny that there had been a sudden change in my behavior about two months ago -- right when Will and I had started getting together. I looked around the patio of the little café. It was lunchtime on a perfect August day, but it wasn't too busy. I was grateful for that, not wanting to be crowded by people as I endured a difficult conversation.
"I'm sorry, Lindsey," I said with sincerity, meeting her eyes once again. "I've just been busy."
"Busy," she huffed, frustration entering her voice for the first time. "What could possibly keep you so busy that you ignore all your friends? Even me?"
I didn't want to lie to her and in the pit of my stomach I felt a pang of guilt. Lindsey was hurt and she didn't have a reason why. If I had the courage to completely change my life in that moment -- to be honest and tell her about Will and about me -- I would have, just to keep her from feeling like I had written her out of my life. But I didn't have that strength in me. I was a closeted man and that's all that I knew. I wanted to tell her, I really did, but in my mind it was always eventually...eventually. That time had not yet come.
A server came to the table, a fit college-age guy in a black apron and a tight white button-down. I gave my normal performance of not showing interest in his attractive body as he took our orders, only allowing myself a quick glance at his full cheeks squeezed into black slacks. I wasn't hungry but ordered a salad anyway, same as Lindsey. I think we both knew this lunch wasn't about the meal.
Lindsey sat quietly, looking at me expectantly as I tried to figure out what to tell her in response to her demand for information. I looked away, hoping for something to take me away from this awful situation, but there was nothing on the bustling street beyond the café's patio that was going to save me. When I looked back at her waiting eyes, clear with concern and frustration, I knew I couldn't lie. But I wasn't ready to tell the truth.
"I know I haven't been around much," I said, then paused, her stare still locked on me. "I've been seeing someone."
"You have?"
"Yes," I said, relaxing a bit as the tense moment was temporarily broken. "It's just been a lot all at once and I haven't been focusing on much else."
She nodded slowly, understandingly. "Ok."
"I'm sorry I haven't told you. It's just been...different. I'm just trying to figure things out first."
She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms.
"Well, I'm glad to hear there's a good reason at least," she said. "And I'm happy for you if you're happy." Her eyes softened and I felt some relief that I wasn't continuing to hurt her. In other circumstances, a girl might have felt jealous or been crass, having been ignored because of someone else. But Lindsey was never that way with me. She and I had never had any interest in each other, and I think maybe she sensed in me that I didn't think about her in that way. It's what allowed us to be such close friends. Maybe she sensed in me more than I knew.
"Who is she?" Lindsey seemed to catch herself and rephrased the question. "I mean, is this someone I know?"
I knew I'd be lying if I said no. I hoped I had given her enough and we could move on for the moment. "Lindsey, I hope you'll understand I'm not really ready to talk about it."
She smiled. It was either a warm smile or a knowing smile, I couldn't tell. Something in me told me that Lindsey knew what was going on, or at least that she knew that this wasn't an ordinary someone. If she suspected I was gay, I wouldn't have been surprised. I felt for a split second like telling her everything -- unloading that I had realized I liked men more than women, that I had been having the best sex of my life, that it was with Will, and that I was pretty sure I was in love with him.
Instead, our salads arrived, I gave another quick glance at the hot server's buns, and Lindsey and I talked about everything else except my love life.
I ruminated about that lunch for the next couple of days, wondering if I should tell Will what happened and trying to envision how this whole situation was ever going to work out. I couldn't ignore my friends forever, but I also was having so much fun with Will. I was completely distracted at work. I never went out anywhere anymore. My life seemed to be on pause. Something was going to have to change, and I wasn't sure what it was.
All these thoughts were put out of my mind when I got a text from Will on Wednesday afternoon. He was coming over that night, but apparently he had some news.
WILL: I've got an idea for a third.
ME: What??
WILL: I'll tell you all about it tonight.
ME: !!!
I knew what he meant right away. The fantasy of a threesome was always on our minds. Neither of us had a clue how to make that happen, but we had agreed we would both try to find another guy that would want to fuck around. The thing was, we weren't sure where to start. It would have been relatively easy to find a gay guy and invite him to join us, or at least I thought so. But Will and I decided that we wanted to find a guy like us -- straight to the rest of the world, but closeted and horny for men behind closed doors. It wasn't that we weren't attracted to gay guys, like the ones that were out and proud, or even some of the boys that were a bit effeminate -- hell, we jerked off to guys like that in porn with gusto -- but it was more that with how new we were to the world of gay sex, it would be more comfortable to explore with another guy that was trying and enjoying new things too. Finding said guy had seemed like an impossible task.
I had naively downloaded Grindr and created an anonymous profile to see what came up. I had no idea what I was in for when the barrage of dick pics and unsolicited hook-up requests flooded in. It was like a deluge of horny gay guys -- exactly what I was looking for, but not knowing how to handle. I didn't chat with even one. Apparently Will had had more success with however he had determined to search. I worked through the afternoon, distracted and horny, and leaving the office as early as I could without being noticed. When I got home, Will was waiting in the parking lot. After a plutonic greeting outside, we rushed up to my apartment and had hands on each other the moment the door was closed.
"Boned already?" I said, my hand feeling up the outline of his hardon in his jeans.
"So are you," he replied, grabbing my cock hard and leaning in to kiss. Our tongues wrestled gently for a few seconds as I was warmed by the taste of him.
"So what's this plan?"
"Ok," he said. "Let's get naked first."
He didn't have to say it twice and within seconds we were nude and hard and lying on my bed. We faced each other on our sides, our faces a few inches apart as we talked, and our hands on the other's dick. It was almost habit by now.
"Do you know Ryan Finke?" He said as we casually masturbated each other.
"Yeah, sure," I said. "From high school. He was at the bar for Crissy's birthday."
"Right, yeah," he nodded.
"What about him?"
"I think we could get him to join us," Will looked at me hopefully.
I pictured Ryan in my mind. He had been in the grade between Will and I, so we weren't really friends in high school. I'd seen him a few times here or there since, but he had always caught my eye. He was one of the hottest guys in school and he still looked amazing. About six feet tall, dark hair, athletic with muscles in all the right places. He had that all-American boy look and if I remembered right, he had been on the baseball team. While everything about him was gorgeous, what really made him memorable was his round, full ass. It was likely I had jerked off to him in high school, but there were so many guys in my fantasies back then, there was no way to know for sure. But I would never have even considered that he might be into dick.
"Why him?" I asked Will, my confusion apparent.
"He works at my restaurant," Will said. "In the morning. I knew he worked there, but I rarely saw him cause we worked different shifts. Now I see him all the time."
"So?"
"Do you remember the rumor about him in high school?"
Nothing came to mind at first, then I thought back to my senior year and had a vague memory of a guy getting suspended for having sex or something. There was a lot going on at the tail end of my high school career and I left soon after that, so it must not have been a rumor I had given much attention.
"Wasn't there some guy that got caught having sex in the locker room or something?" I said. I was trying to figure out what this was leading to.
"That was Ryan. And he got caught sucking dick in the locker room."
"No way."
"That was the rumor at least. He got suspended for it," Will said, visibly excited.
"Who was the other guy?"
"I never heard. It was like a scandal, but everybody knew Ryan as the guy that sucked dick after that. I guess you were gone by then."
"Yeah, I don't remember all of that much."
"So what happened was Logan Clark walked in on them after a practice in the locker room. He saw Ryan sucking off a guy on a bench, but I guess he didn't see who the other guy was. He went and got the coach and they got busted. Logan wasn't supposed to tell anybody, but of course he did."
"Of course. So you think Ryan's gay?" I asked, a little incredulous.
"I mean I wasn't sure. It was all a rumor and Ryan always denied it. But I wondered about him."
"And probably jerked off to him," I teased.
"Not since last night," he said cheekily. "But seeing him at work I remembered all of that, and I thought he could be the one we get to join us."
"Yeah but that was years ago and there's no way we know if he's into dudes now."
"I think he is," he said, his mouth turning up into his sly smile. "I watched him today."
"You watched him?"
"So there's this cute server, Christian. He's really twinky and he has this hot little body. Cute little butt. You'd like him."
"Sounds like I would," I said.
"He's kinda hard not to look at," Will continued. "I mean, I try not to stare. But I figured if Ryan was gay he couldn't help himself either."
"And?"
"Three times!" Will exclaimed, holding up three fingers with his free hand. "Three times I caught Ryan checking out Christian's ass. They were quick looks, but I was watching for it."
"No way," I said excitedly. "Are you sure?"
"I mean, I can't be 100% sure, but I saw him looking right at Christian's butt. You know when you check out a guy but then like quickly look away so nobody sees?"
I thought about the server at the lunch with Lindsey. I knew exactly what Will meant.
"All too well," I admitted.
"It was like that. Except I was watching for it and I saw him."
"Did he see you looking?"
"I don't think so. He was cautious like I am, but he didn't know I was watching him."
"Fuck," I sighed. "So sexy jock Ryan Finke likes dudes."
"I think so. He got caught sucking dick in high school and now he checks out twink ass. I think the evidence is there."
I stopped playing with Will's dick, turning onto my back to think it over. It would be a dream to have sex with a guy like Ryan. He was athletic and masculine, and I was sure he looked incredible naked. There was no way I would have guessed he was gay -- in high school he hung around with the baseball team and popular kids and I would guess that the girls swooned over him. When I'd seen him since there had never been a clue that he was interested in guys; he was as straight-acting as Will and I. But maybe that was the thing -- maybe he was closeted too. That made him seem that much hotter.
The image of our threesome fantasy popped in my head. Will was on all fours, moaning with delight as I fucked his spread ass. Ryan was on his knees in front of Will, his muscular arms raised with his hands clasped behind his head. His long, hard cock was in Will's mouth and Will sucked it to the rhythm of my thrusts into his ass. I leaned down over Will's body, fuck into him harder as I met his face at Ryan's cock. Me on one side of the shaft, Will on the other, both greedily slurping up Ryan's pole. Then Ryan turned around, his thick full cheeks coming into view.
"Dude, are you about to cum?" Will said suddenly. I woke from my daydream, realizing Will had been jerking my cock as I fantasized about us and I had gotten close to climax. He stopped jerking me and looked up at me, laughing.
"Shit!" I said. "Got lost in my thoughts."
"Guess you would like to fuck around with Ryan," he said.
"If we could find a way to see if he's interested, yeah."
Will started to stroke himself. "I bet he's got a nice big cock."
"His ass in those baseball pants," I said. I wrapped my hand around my dick and stroked at the same rhythm as Will.
"You and me on our knees, his hard dick between us."
"We could share it," I said, giving him a sultry smile.
"Mmmm," he moaned. "Both of us with our mouths on it."
We jerked faster.
"Or you in front and me in back."
"You want his big round ass, don't you?" he said encouragingly.
"I'd get lost in it," I sighed.
"You slide in his ass and he slides into mine," Wil groaned. He reached down, opening his legs and extending a finger to play with his hole.
It was full on masturbation at that point, both of us unashamedly pleasuring ourselves as we fantasized about our threesome.
"Are we jerking off to Ryan Finke?" I asked, turning to Will with a bemused smile.
"I guess we are!" He said. We laughed, our heads falling together as we stroked.
A few moments later we were shooting cum on each other, Will imagining Ryan's cock and me envisioning filling that fit, plump ass. It wasn't he last time Ryan Finke was the catalyst for our cum.
I'd never considered myself a deceptive person. I think that's what made it so hard hiding my true self from my friends. It's what broke my heart that Lindsey was hurt and she didn't know why. But it was also what made the time with Will, so raw and honest about our secret lust, so immensely moving: I didn't have to hide with him.
Will had a plan to gauge if Ryan was gay and it wasn't sitting well with me. So many factors were coming into play. Primarily, since Will and I weren't planning on coming out, there wasn't a way for Ryan to know we liked guys. Likewise, our relationship -- or whatever it could be called -- was also our exclusive secret, meaning we had to make appearances like we weren't together.
Most confounding though was that we still only had rudimentary evidence that Ryan might be interested -- a high school rumor and quick glances at a cute twink butt that could have even been incidental. I didn't know, do straight guys sometimes check out twink ass? I had to think some are just that irresistible, no matter the gender.
What Will had devised in his threesome-fueled mind was for us to meet Ryan at a bar and observe him. It had to appear casual and not planned, so he was going to invite Ryan to go out for a beer after their work shift. I was going to coincidentally show up later, saying I was meeting up with someone who would never come. Hopefully, the three of us would hang out, have a few drinks, without giving away our true motive. Then Will and I would watch for signs that Ryan might be gay like us and compare notes. It felt deceptive, and I didn't like it, but I had gotten on board anyway. Will's plan felt like the best way to feel out the situation and assess possibilities without exposing ourselves. At least nobody would be hurt, Will had said.
When I arrived at the bar, a dive not far from the restaurant where Will and Ryan worked, I took a deep breath, steeled my nerve, and went inside. The place was dim and near empty, the green hanging lamps over the two billiard tables towards the front providing a low glow throughout the place. A row of booths lined the right wall framing a scattering of about a dozen short tables in the center. I saw the outlines of two guys, likely Will and Ryan, at a table towards the back. But I made like I didn't notice them and headed to the bar. A couple of patrons, regulars from the looks of them, sat at barstools, and a friendly looking girl was leaning against the back counter -- a bartender with nothing to do.
"What can I get you?" She said as I approached.
I ordered a beer and told her I was meeting someone. She offered that only the two gentlemen in the back had come in for a while. I nodded and said I'd wait and have a couple until my friend showed up. Why I felt I needed to keep up my backstory with her I don't know, but I was a little nervous about the whole thing and was just going with my gut.
I turned around and leaned against the bar, my beer in hand, casually scoping out the place. Then I saw a hand raise from the table in the back and Will's voice echoed across the room.
"Hey, Mark!" He called.
I meandered through the empty tables, then gave a performance of surprise.
"Will, what's up?" I said, bumping his fist as he got up to greet me.
Ryan stood too, reaching out his fist.
"Ryan, what's going on man?" I said. I looked at him, resisting the urge to look him up and down. But even before a full scope of his athletic body, I felt the attraction for him that had led Will and I here. His dark, brown hair was long, the bangs swept across his forehead and the sides flowing back over his ears. His hazel eyes, under a thick well-manicured brow, looked into me. He was charmingly handsome and I felt another flutter of nerves.
"Just getting a drink after work," Ryan said.
"Oh right," I said, feigning forgetfulness. "You guys work at the restaurant."
"What you up to?" Will asked.
"Meeting a friend, but I don't think they're here yet." I looked around the bar, searching for my late and non-existent companion.
"Drink with us while you wait, then," Will said.
I pulled out a chair and as they sat back down I got my chance to surreptitiously check out Ryan. He was as hot as I remembered, his chest broad and defined, a line between his pecs formed in the tight, light blue shirt he wore. His body narrowed to the waist, and I imagined well-formed abs and the v-lines that would lead to his crotch. White linen shorts were taut against him with thick, masculine thighs filling out them out. As he bent to sit, the crotch folded into a pocket of fabric that I guessed held a beautiful penis and heavy balls. In the back I could just make out the outline of the side of one round ass cheek. It wasn't a lot to go on, but I was lusting for him already.
Will gave me a knowing look, having caught my eyes wandering down Ryan's form. I restrained my reaction, feeling some excitement that we both felt the same way about this gorgeous man, but playing it cool to keep on task with our plan.
We chatted for some time, mostly about the mundane annoyances at work. Will and Ryan had only been on the same shift for a few weeks, but they had obviously bonded to some degree over the frustrations of working the restaurant. I found some irony in the fact that Will had changed his schedule to the morning shifts that Ryan normally worked so that we could fuck more often, the effect of which was that he had gotten to know Ryan well enough for our present situation to happen. Of course I kept that thought to myself and let things play out as they may.
Will looked good. Like real good. He may have just gotten off work, but he had apparently primped for this occasion like this was a date. His hair was styled short and sharp like I liked it. Those brown eyes were wide and dreamy as always. The green, round earrings that complemented his face so well, reflected just a touch of light when he moved his head, or as his ears rose when a smile spread across his full, rosy lips and soft cheeks. He had on the tightest shirt I had ever seen him wear, a thin white fabric that was skintight. Will wasn't bulky, but he was fit and had an incredible chest. The v-neck collar dipped down a few inches from his neckline, showing his smooth, perfect skin. It was punctuated by the rise of the fabric over his two, perked nipples, the same that I loved to lick and suck when I made my way down to his dick. I caught myself staring at him, thinking about that unique warmth I feel when we're close. My dick started to swell a bit in my shorts. I jolted my mind back to the present, looking back at Ryan to break the spell and focus on what we were supposed to be doing here.
But as I sat there, engaged in conversation but striving to look for clues, I realized I really had no idea what I was looking for. Was Ryan going to say something that we could interpret as gay? Would we catch him checking out a guy the way that Will and I did? I had no sense of so-called gaydar. I was so confused myself about what it meant to be gay that it felt like unless Ryan suddenly shoved a dick in his mouth or shouted out to the bar "I'm a queer!" that I would never be able to tell if he really did share our secret.
That one beer went down quickly. I pretended to text my abhorrently late friend to see where they were, only to then announce that they got held up at work and wouldn't be making it after all.
"That sucks," Will said. "Guess you'll have to drink with us!"
"Cool with me," I said, looking at Ryan to see if he approved of this twist in our rouse.
"Three's company," he chimed in. I smiled a little at his choice of expression.
"I'll get another beer," I said cheerily, popping up to go back to the bar.
No sooner had I come back and sat down when Ryan got a call on his phone. He looked annoyed for a second, then excused himself and stood up from the table to take a few steps away.
Will and I leaned in, taking the moment to confer out of earshot of Ryan. I felt like a conspirator and a bit exasperated by the whole thing. This didn't seem to be going anywhere and I was ready to resolve that we weren't going to confirm that Ryan was gay and we should just have a normal night of a few beers at the bar, go back to my place, and fuck each other's brains out.
"Dude, I have no idea what I'm looking for, but I'm not seeing it," I told Will, frustration in my voice.
"Mark, he totally checked out your ass when you went up to the bar!" Will's whisper was excited and hurried.
"What? No way," I said with some surprise.
"Yes! Dude, are those the tightest pants you own? Your ass looks fucking amazing and he was staring right at it."
I internally blushed for a second. My pants were tight. I liked them because I thought they made my ass look good. While I hadn't worn them for that express purpose, I had had the thought that I wanted to look good for another possibly-gay man. Maybe it had worked.
"Are you sure he wasn't just looking? You know, like just noticing my pants were tight or something."
"I know that look," Will said confidently. "I was checking out your ass too and he was looking just like I did."
"Fuck, you think he's into it then?" I said, rattled and not sure what we do.
"He's at least into your ass," Will smiled. "Can't blame him."
"What do we do?"
"I don't know," Will sat back, thinking. "I guess nothing. Let's just keep hanging out."
"Ok," I agreed.
I looked over at Ryan, my eyes travelling to those two well-formed cheeks as he faced away from us. His ass wasn't fat, but it was plump and round. The way it stuck out from his body was unreal. I undressed him, imagining his bare butt standing a few feet away. I wanted to feel and squeeze those cheeks in my hands, get down and push my face inside, and then slide my cock up and down his crack. My dick was hardening fast at the thought.
"God, he's incredible," Will whispered. He was checking him out too.
"I'm getting sprung, man," I said.
"Me too," Will said. I felt his hand on my thigh.
"Fuck, Will! We have to play it cool," I chided him in a harsh whisper.
Ryan then turned back to the table, shoving his phone back in his pocket and walking towards us.
"Ok, it's cool," Will said, moving his hand off me. "But I'm telling you, watch his eyes."
When Ryan sat back down he huffed and apologized.
"My fucking mom," he said.
"She misses her boy," Will joked.
"Right," Ryan laughed. "No, she wants me to drive my sister back up to school next weekend. I told her I've got plans."
"What plans you got?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just don't want to take her."
That got a laugh around the table and we toasted our glasses. Ryan seemed like he was such a nice guy, so it was funny to hear him play his mom like that. But it made me realize I didn't know much more about him. Did he live with his parents like Will? He hadn't yet mentioned a girlfriend, so that seemed like a thread to follow as well.
"Do you live with her?" I asked him.
"No," he said, taking a drink. "I've got an apartment over in Trenton."
"Nice," I said. "That's over by me."
"Yeah? You got an apartment there too?"
"Yeah, in Oakley. Been there a couple years. It's alright."
"Where you at, Will? Aren't you in Fairview?"
"Yeah," Will said, looking reluctant. "I'm with my parents there now, but I..."
Will looked towards me and I was suddenly shocked that he might spill that he spent half his nights at my place. But he seemed to catch himself and righted the ship.
"I spend as little time there as I can."
I looked back at Ryan. "Just you or you got a roommate?" I probed. He didn't seem to mind.
"Just me. I never liked having a roommate," he said.
"Same," I nodded. I decided to push it a little farther. "I like my alone time."
"I know what you mean," he said, a little glint in his eye.
I wasn't sure he did know what I meant unless he too liked endless edging to gay porn. At least that's what alone time meant to me before a couple of months ago. I looked at Will to gauge his take.
"I'm gonna get another beer," Will announced.
I knew what I was supposed to do. "Watch his eyes," Will had said. He was looking good tonight and if there was any ounce of gay in Ryan, he wouldn't be able to help himself. With a couple of beers in him, he was probably more uninhibited too. I tried to keep the conversation going as Will got up from the table, looking for that moment when Ryan might give away his tell.
"So I think the last time I saw you was at Chrissy's birthday," I said.
"Yeah, that's right," He said. "Shit, that was a night."
"Why, did you get drunk?" I asked.
Then I saw it. Just as Will rounded the table, facing away with his hot, round buns in perfect view, Ryan's eyes flashed directly to them. His eyes swept up, then down, quickly but subtlety reviewing Will's form before looking directly at his ass again. In a blink, his eyes were back on me, a movement so fast that I would never have caught it if I wasn't looking for it. It was unmistakable -- exactly how I checked out a hot guy.
"No. I mean, kinda," he said, as if momentarily distracted. "It was just a wild night with Chrissy. By the end of the night she was all over me."
I collected myself, stunned by the microbehavior I had witnessed but trying not to react despite my excitement. Then I realized what he had said and found myself torn in a different direction altogether.
"Oh...you and Chrissy?"
"No, no, no," He said, waving it off with his hand. "I'm not into her. She just had too much to drink and was getting handsy. I think she's always had a thing for me."
Hard to blame her, I thought to myself.
I was into my fourth beer and feeling a little more tipsy than I had planned on getting. My dick was restless too, so attracted to the two beautiful men at the table, one that I couldn't get enough of and wanted to pound right there over the bar, and the other that I now suspected was into guys too and I imagined would be an incredible fuck. I was looking between them, trying to stay focused on the conversation, but playing in my head a vision of these two boys naked in bed with me, mouths and dicks and asses everywhere. I knew I had to stop thinking about it went I felt a full hard-on pushing against my shorts front.
"I'm gonna take a piss," Will announced. He caught my eye and I knew what he wanted.
"I gotta go too," I said.
"I'll get another beer," Ryan said, pushing away from the table. I watched that round jock ass move in that tight fabric as he walked to the bar. My dick liked the sight of that even more and throbbed as I forced myself to look away and get up to follow Will.
The restroom was a stall and a urinal. The bar was so empty I didn't think anyone would come in, but I slid the bolt on the door anyway after Will and I were inside. By that point I was horny as fuck, and I remembered the last time Will and I had been in a bar bathroom together and the way he had felt me up., so I didn't want to take any chances.
"Fuck, I want him so bad," Will said. He walked over to the urinal and unzipped.
"He's so hot," I said.
"I'm so hard I don't think I can pee," Will laughed.
"Me too!"
I got up next to him at the urinal and saw his dick was fully erect and in his hand. I unzipped and pulled mine out too, showing him I was just as hard.
"That for him or for me?" He said, reaching out and grabbing it.
"Both!"
"Mmmm," Will said. "We're so gay."
"So gay," I concurred.
We stroked one another, inches from the porcelain of the urinal, both looking down at the crude but hot act of masturbating each other in a public restroom. After a moment, Will pushed me aside, fell to his knees, and slid my whole cock in his mouth.
"Fuck yeah," I moaned.
"Mmmm," Will hummed, stroking himself as he sucked my dick.
I grabbed his head and pulled him into me, then fucked into his mouth until he started to gag. He pulled off and gasped for breath, looking up at me with horny eyes.
"Give me some," I commanded. I pulled him up by his shoulder then sank to my knees. I slapped his rock hard dick a few times on my tongue, then took it in my mouth and bobbed on it fast and hard. Even for that brief, intense moment it felt so fulfilling to have him inside me again. His cock was musky from working all day, and I was intoxicated by more than the beer from the manly, unique taste of Will's penis.
"We can't be in here too long," Will said between heavy breaths.
I popped off his cock, standing up and moving into him to make out. His arms wrapped around me and our tongues fought in our mouths. I grabbed our wet dicks and pulled them together, frotting us as we kissed and writhed. We were both in immediate heat but it wasn't the time.
Will broke this kiss and pushed me away. "I really do have to piss!" He said.
"Ok, I'll go back out." I fumbled to get my raging, slick cock back in my shorts. "What should we do with Ryan?"
Will turned toward the urinal, aiming at it but with nothing happening.
"He said he was free this weekend. Want to see if go wants to go camping?"
I smiled, thinking about the irresistible moment between us around the fire. I'd thrown myself at him when I was sure he wanted the same thing.
"Sly dog," I said. "Let's do it."
I zipped up, turning to the door to leave Will to figure what to do with his boner.
I fucked Will hard that night. I don't know if it was the prospect of camping with Ryan, the incident in the restroom, the beer, or all three. There was an aggressiveness to our sex that hadn't happened before -- a forceful urge to thrust my cock deep into his hungry manpussy that was purely masculine and deeply primal. The whole time his moans came out as grunts of pain, but he didn't tell me to stop and he didn't want to slow down.
I'd slammed him against the apartment wall, not three feet from my front door, ripped down his sexy, tight shorts and whipped my cock out to press it against his hole. I leaned in, biting the skin of his neck, his head thrown back against mine as his breathing heaved with desire.
"Fuck me hard," he whimpered.
That begging voice, feeling him under my control, knowing he craved my cock as much as I needed to feel his tight asshole squeezing it -- I was lost to my desire for him. I looked down at my dick, spitting so a long string of saliva fell onto my throbbing dickhead where I quickly spread it around. Then in one, forceful motion I thrust my steel-hard pole right between the lips of his sealed asshole and deep into his gut, impaling him against the wall.
"Shit!" Will yelled. It was a cry of pain.
I didn't care.
I pulled out and rammed it into him again.
"Yes!" Will wailed.
Holding him against the wall by his shoulders, I thrust into his bubble ass again and again, each drive of my cock as hard and deep as the last. If I was hurting him, he didn't want to stop. In fact, soon he was pushing his round ass back against me, striving for more. But I was in control and I used my arm against his back to hold him tight against the wall and pound his hole with all the force I had.
I leaned in, breathing and grunting on his neck with each thrust, each one slamming him against the wall again and causing him to let out whimpers of mixed pleasure and pain.
"You like that, baby?" I said heatedly in his ear.
"Yes!" he wailed. Another thrust and slam against the wall. "Fuck my faggot ass!"
I pulled all the way out. His hole made a popping sound. I rammed it hard up his ass again.
"Yes! Fuck me!"
I moved my arm up to his neck. Will's face pressed against the wall, his mouth agape and his eyes squeezed shut.
"You like sucking dick at the urinal?"
Slam. My seven thick inches penetrating his gut.
"Yes! I need dick!" His cries of desperation turned me on even more.
I rammed him over and over, full thrusts of my stone hard phallus slowly pulling all the way out, then with full force my cockhead spearing through his rectum to whatever was beyond. His ass cheeks made a loud slap when I smashed into him.
I pulled out, my dick feeling raw from the hard thrusts with just spit for lube. With my open hand I slapped his left butt cheek.
"Go get on the bed," I commanded.
Will waddled more than walked to the bedroom, peeling his shorts from his ankles as he went. He threw himself face first on the bed.
"Ass up," I yelled.
He bent at the knees and raised his ass and hips high in the air, his chest and face smashed into the bed. I grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand, slathering up my dick so I could fuck him proper. His ass was spread wide and his hole gaped from my hard ramming. I stood over him, bending my knees outward to spread my legs and lowered my waist. With my hand pointing my cock straight down, I plunged to the depths of his ass until my balls were resting on him.
"Ohhhh Jesus!" Will gave in a full-throated moan.
"I'm going to fuck you like a wild animal," I declared.
"Do whatever you want to me," he said. "Just give me your dick."
I humped his sweet, sexy ass with vigor that came from somewhere beyond where we had been before. Plunging in and out of him, my loose balls slapping his ass, and streams of sweat pouring off both of us, I fucked him fast and hard. He moaned and I grunted. He jerked his dick beneath us at a superspeed rhythm.
All the while he begged "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!" I thought about the glances from neighbors I should expect to see in the parking lot the next day and I smiled.
After several intense minutes in the throes of rough fucking, I finally I heard his moans get higher and felt the telltale constrictions of his anus on my cock.
"Yeah, shoot that cum for me baby," I demanded. "Spray that load."
He orgasmed, convulsing his ass and waist back and forth as he shot out squirts of cum all over the bed. His asshole milked my cock, bringing me towards climax. I rammed him again, slamming my dick hard in his gut and aiming to flood him with my seed. If I had ever been hornier, I didn't know when.
Then it hit me, fast and furious, my balls pulling tight and the first shot of cum rushing through the pipe of my shaft and into Will's wrecked ass.
"Fuuuuuck!" I yelled into the air.
Each hard thrust shot another load of cum into him. My whole body was in sensational ecstasy. "Fill me with your semen," I heard Will say from below, his voice still desperate.
I tried fucking each load deeper, the pleasure of his hole on my orgasming dick driving me to seed my cum into his gut.
When I finally pulled out, I was satisfied but not finished. I looked down, seeing Will's hole open wide. Creamy cum oozed on the tender, wrinkled circle of his anus, and streams of the viscous white goo was flowing into the darkness of his hole.
Something came over me, a lust I had never felt before.
I sank to my knees. I sealed my mouth around the lips of his asshole. Then I sucked out my cum.
I held Will in my arms and he nestled into my neck. The warmth I felt for him was contrasted by the force and furiousness we had exerted just minutes before. There were emotions between us, that much we had recognized, but we had been keeping them at bay. In this moment, after our first bout of rough sex, we let those emotions flow.
I took his chin in my hand, turning his head towards mine, then leaned in. We kissed softly. I felt the sensation of the touch of his lips spread from my face, down my neck, and over my body. Never had I felt like this with someone before. Never did I know that I could. Without saying anything aloud, I knew he felt it too.
I thought about how easy things would be if we didn't need to hide ourselves anymore. If Lindsey and all our friends, and all the world knew that I liked men and that I had fallen for Will. If only I could have been honest at that lunch. Perhaps I would find a way to try again, to get out the words that were so hard to say.
Gliding my hands through his soft, auburn hair, I felt in complete harmony with Will. His gentle nuzzles back into me told me the feelings were returned.
"I don't know what came over me," Will whispered.
"Did I hurt you?"
He didn't answer right away, but when he did I could hear his tone marked with some disbelief.
"Yes," he said. "I don't know what to say. It hurt when you forced it. But I wanted it that way. The pain felt good."
He paused, thinking. "It was like the first time."
"I don't want to really hurt you," I said gently. "But it felt right. I knew what you wanted."
After a longer silence he turned back up to me. "Do you really want to have a threesome with Ryan?"
I wasn't surprised by the question -- we both had been explicit in our desire to have sex with another guy involved -- but I felt like given what was growing between us there may be more to the equation.
"Do you?" I replied.
"I do if you do," he said. It wasn't a solid answer, and I didn't respond. He tried again. "It's hard to explain it, but I want to be with another man with you. It's not just because he's hot or because I'm horny."
"I know what you mean," I said.
"You do?"
"I've been thinking about it. I've shared with you things that I never thought anyone would ever know. I think you've done the same. Sharing another guy with you, enjoying our sexuality together -- I want to do that with you."
"That's exactly what I want," he said, a bit in awe that we were so in sync. "I think about you and me sucking Ryan's dick together, knowing what we both crave so much. I want to share that with you too."
There was the horny element of course -- that was obvious. But something about what had arisen between Will and me told me that jealousy wasn't a factor. What we had now was unique and emotional. The core of it was a shared secret lust that had blossomed in unison. Neither of us felt we should limit ourselves in the pleasure men can give each other.
"Do you think he'll do it?" He asked me.
"I have no idea. He's hard to read."
"He definitely likes ass," Will snickered.
"Yeah, but yours is damn near impossible not to want." I reached down and gave one of his cheeks a squeeze.
"Yours isn't so bad either," he said. "When you went up to the bar, my mind went straight to eating you out."
"God, I hope Ryan would let me eat his ass," I thought out loud.
"You get the back, I get the front," Will said with a devilish smile.