Waylon sat on the desk, his legs splayed with Evan standing between them. They were so close their bodies nearly touched as they spoke.
“What’s going on?” asked Cal, not sure what to make of the scene. Both men’s heads shot around, guilt dancing in Waylon’s eyes.
“Cal…sorry I forgot about lunch. Lost track of time,” said Waylon, slipping off the desk and closing the distance between them.
“Were you guys talking?”
Evan smiled, lightening the tension building inside Cal. “I think I talked some sense into him after all.”
“You were right, Cal. Evan has some good things to say.” Waylon grasped Cal’s jaw and looked him in the eye. “He taught me some stuff, too.”
Evan sat on the desk watching them. Being open about their relationship, even if only in front of Evan, felt liberating—and titillating. “What kind of stuff?” Cal didn’t have to guess it involved something sexual. The deep, rich tone Waylon used traveled along his skin like a silky caress.
“I’ll show you tonight.”
“Why wait? I don’t have any other classes today. This room is free,” said Evan.
Fire sparked in Waylon’s eyes and, without warning, he kissed Cal—passionately. He nearly fell back against the closed door but caught his footing in time, and Waylon’s strong arms were around him in an instant. His cock pulsed and thickened knowing that Evan watched from his perch on the desk. He closed his eyes and surrendered to the advance, kissing back, nipping, tasting. Waylon reached between them, rubbing his hand over the bulge in Cal’s jeans.
“Use my desk, boys. I’d love to watch the both of you in action.” Evan’s voice faintly registered in Cal’s mind. Soon Waylon was escorting him toward the desk, barely breaking their kiss along the way. Every nerve in Cal’s body fired hot with erotic need when his boyfriend undid his pants, letting them drop to his knees. He grabbed Waylon’s cock, pumping it in his fist, enjoying the wide girth of hard flesh. Cal undid his own pants, eager to get fucked before he lost his mind. When he turned to face the desk, Waylon spun him back around.
“You’re gonna fuck me, Cal.”
“What?” He’d never entered Waylon. He’d lost his virginity, but in a sense, Waylon had not. Cal just assumed that his boyfriend wanted to dominate, didn’t want to be penetrated, and he was okay with that. The mere idea of fucking Waylon’s beautiful, firm round ass nearly made him come on the spot.
“Evan taught me about give and take. I want to do this, Cal. I have to do this.”
Cal turned his head and looked at Evan sitting beside them, less than a foot away. With both their cocks bare and bobbing with desire, they were in full view for a virtual stranger. Their teacher no less. The openness between them all made him so hot, so fucking horny, he’d die if he didn’t release his load soon.
Waylon leaned over the desk on his elbows, his bare ass ready and waiting. Cal rubbed the smooth, muscled mounds while looking Evan in the eye. The teacher opened a drawer beside him and held up a tube of lube.
“Here. Rub it in.” Evan squeezed some lube into Cal’s palm. He did as told, rubbing the salve along Waylon’s crack, making the man groan, and penetrated him with his finger to distribute the moisture. “Your cock, too.” Then Evan’s lube covered hand was around Cal’s shaft, rubbing and pumping. He closed his eyes, his head lolling back on his shoulders from the onslaught of wicked sensations. A new hand caressed him, and he was about to penetrate Waylon for the first time. How much stimulation could one man handle?
Waylon peered at them from the side, frowning as he watched Evan stroking Cal. “What about me?”
“Okay, Cal, go slow,” urged Evan. Evan aimed the head of Cal’s cock at Waylon’s tight rosette. Properly coated with moisture, he pressed in. His urge to thrust full force was difficult to rein in, but he managed to embed himself to the hilt with a firm, but gentle pressure. Once fully seated, he exhaled. Waylon’s breathing came in shallow gasps, but he took Cal’s cock like a man without wimping out.
“You okay, Waylon?”
“Yeah. This is good,” he muttered, a hint of hesitation in his words.
Cal felt him clench around his cock. Being connected with the man he loved was comparable to nothing in the world. It didn’t matter who did the fucking. It was the same bond between them. “I want to fuck you so bad,” Cal groaned. “You sure you’re okay?”
“Why don’t I help?” offered Evan, his eyes dark and flirty. Cal would agree to anything about now with his cock throbbing to the point of pain. Evan pulled off his T-shirt, his body toned and tanned an even golden hue. Then he unzipped and lost his pants. His cock was ripe for fucking, pre-cum slipping off the tip.
“You’re not fucking Cal,” ordered Waylon.
“Of course not. You get to be the meat in our sandwich.” Evan winked at Cal. “It’ll be easier on you if you get to fuck while being fucked—for your first time, anyway.”
“Whatever. Hurry up because I can’t hold back much longer.” Cal began to grind his hips, pushing deeper into Waylon, desperate to begin thrusting.
Evan passed Cal the lube and leaned over the desk beside Waylon.
“Put a condom on me, Cal.” Cal’s heart filled with love knowing that Waylon wanted him fucking his ass bareback, but insisted Evan use protection.
Cal was on cloud nine, raking his eyes over the two delicious men. With both hands free, his dick still embedded in Waylon’s ass, he reached down and pulled a condom from his pocket and sheathed Waylon. He then poured lube into one hand. He bent forward, reaching around to coat his friend’s hard cock and then directed him to mount their teacher. Once in position, they both aimed at Evan’s waiting asshole.
Evan groaned, an erotic sound that echoed in the small room. Waylon wasn’t gentle as he’d been for Cal’s first time. He thrust in, holding the man’s hips securely. Cal followed suit, pulling out and plunging back in. They worked as a team, a finely tuned mass of male muscle and strength with one united goal.
“I love fucking your ass, Waylon. Shit, you feel so good!” He worked him hard now, his balls slapping Waylon’s inner thighs.
“You’re making me crazy, Cal. Both of you.” Waylon moaned deep and loud as he released his seed into Evan. His ass pulsed around Cal, pulling his own orgasm to the surface. Filling his lover with his cum completed the bond.
As they all slowly pulled away from each other, their cocks semi-flaccid, Evan chuckled. “How did it feel to be double fucked?”
“Fucking wicked,” said Waylon, pulling up his jeans.
“Next time will be easier. Actually, it only gets better and better.”
Waylon nuzzled Cal’s neck. “We can practice tonight. My place.”
Chapter Seven
For the next few weeks, Cal, Waylon and Evan enjoyed plenty of hot threesome sex. Waylon knew it could only be a temporary arrangement. He loved Cal, and although he had developed strong feelings for Evan, he still felt ownership of his boyfriend, unable to let Evan penetrate him. Cal had enjoyed being the center of attention, fucking Evan as Waylon came up the rear, but that’s as far as he could handle. For a lasting ménage relationship, Waylon would have to love Evan to trust him and share Cal. He wasn’t sure that was possible.
Evan continually preached about coming out with the truth, but Waylon was no fool. He knew better than to make his private life public. Cal hung on the man’s every word, craving the acceptance he was never granted growing up.
“Cal’s late,” said Waylon. They were staying the night at Evan’s. Being Friday, they could sleep in the next morning—after a night of multiple orgasms. There was an ultimate fighting match on pay-per-view, and the takeout was ordered. The only missing element was Cal.
“Don’t worry about Calvin. He had a late appointment at the school. He’ll be by shortly.” Evan grinned at him with that lazy smile that got Waylon’s blood boiling. The older man knew a trick or two in the bedroom. Now, lounging back in the corner of the sectional, his leg bent up, the
erection straining in his pants was more than evident.
“Your dick’s hard.”
“I’m sure Calvin wouldn’t mind if we started without him. Just a little teaser before the big show.”
Waylon supposed there wouldn’t be much harm in a little foreplay. They were all quite comfortable around each other, naked or otherwise. Just looking at their sexier-than-sin teacher made his own cock firm up.
“The food will be here soon. Besides, I don’t know if we should—”
Evan cut in, “I haven’t shown you my toys yet.”
That piqued Waylon’s curiosity. He watched as Evan unbuttoned his pants and slipped out his hard-on. Pumping his own hardened flesh in his hand, Waylon watched, his desires climbing higher every second. There was something to be said about men. They were always ready for fucking.
“Pass me that box under the TV.” Evan nodded in the direction, continuing to masturbate.
Waylon brought the small black box to the sofa and set it beside his teacher. He sat on the other side of him. When Evan stopped to rummage through the box, Waylon continued stroking the man’s erection.
“What do you think?” Evan held up a thick, black dildo about nine inches long.
“That depends what you plan to do with it.”
The pre-game show came on the television, capturing both their attention for a minute. Evan turned back to Waylon. “I’m going to shove it up your ass and then suck your dick.”
“Fuck!” Waylon rubbed his cock through his jeans, now harder than steel. “Hurry up before I explode.” Evan was always ready to please either Waylon or Cal. Even during spares at school, he wouldn’t hesitate to suck them both to completion in his office, swallowing their cum as if it were the sweetest nectar. He never asked for anything in return. It was hard not to start falling in love with such a selfless man. The way he made Cal feel self-worth and purpose through his many long talks only made Waylon respect him more.
Evan lubed up the silicone phallus and held the base on the sofa cushion, the cock jutting straight up. “Slip off your pants and sit on it,” said Evan.
His balls were tight and painful now. He loved dirty sex, lots of sex. The past few weeks had been his personal heaven. Women had never done anything for his libido.
Waylon did as told, pushing his pants down to his knees and sitting back over the slick cock. Evan held it in place, helping guide it into Waylon’s tight hole. As it slipped in, filling him, stretching him, he sighed and dropped his full weight down over the dildo. The sensations scattering through his body were a beautiful thing. He leaned back, loving the tug and strain of the toy in his ass, wiggling against it. With his own dick hard and exposed, Evan quickly dropped to his knees in front of him and lapped at the mushroom head, swollen and painful.
“Suck it! Suck it hard. All of it!” Waylon leaned back, his arms behind his neck. Evan deep throated him, sucking deep and tempting with his skilled tongue. Waylon ground his ass into the sofa to feel the toy as Evan gave him the best blow job he had in days. He only wished Cal would hurry up. He’d love Cal’s cock in his own mouth right now.
The doorbell chimed just as Waylon entered that magical place before reaching his climax. “No way!”
Evan pulled off his dick with a wet slurp. “Go answer the door. It’s the pizza.” Before Waylon could protest, he continued. “Leave the cock in your ass. I want you to walk to the door with it in place.”
Waylon pulled up his boxers and pants, barely able to zip up. As he stood, the dildo molded with his body, which felt unusual but good. He carefully walked to the door, paid for the pizza, and returned to the living room with the box. Evan was now lying naked on the sofa.
“I assumed you wouldn’t be able to wait for Calvin.”
“You assumed right. Get on your stomach.”
He dropped the pizza box on the glass-topped coffee table, kicked off his pants and mounted Evan. The phallus bobbed in and out of his ass, but he couldn’t worry about holding it in, even if being filled while fucking felt a million times better. All that mattered was achieving the orgasm stolen from him. With no condom and no lube, Waylon held open Evan’s ass cheeks. His inhibitions slipped away the moment Evan introduced the toys. He bent down and lapped at Evan’s crack, distributing the saliva in his mouth over Evan’s puckered hole. The man cried out, begged for more. Waylon delivered. He lowered his heavy frame over the other man’s and penetrated him with his cock. They fucked like animals—hard, fast, and dirty. He loved every minute of it. When his orgasm finally erupted, he continued to pump a massive load into Evan, nearly collapsing onto his back from the intensity of pleasure that spread out from his balls to every cell in his body. He kissed Evan’s sweat-slick back and rested his weight to the side, spooning the man without withdrawing his flaccid member. Evan dozed off before he did.
* * * *
Cal felt empowered after spending so much time with Evan, and listening to his speeches on homosexuality. After believing the garbage his mom and stepfather fed him before disowning him, he now stood proud, knowing he wasn’t abnormal, just different. And that was okay.
Evan continually preached about becoming open with the truth, but Waylon was sternly against it. His best friend had a close-knit relationship with his parents and brothers and didn’t want to risk it like Cal had.
Today Cal wanted to make the move that Evan had encouraged. He planned to open up about his sexuality and didn’t care if others accepted it or not. What could be worse than being rejected by your own blood? The woman that gave you life? Cal accepted himself, and that’s all that mattered in the grand scheme of things.
He approached the hall in front of the locker rooms at the college. One person he wanted to confront was Stephanie. She’d been a royal bitch since Waylon dumped her. He felt the need to tell her that he wasn’t a sexless loser, as she continually referred, but a proud homosexual man. No, he wouldn’t expose his best friend without his consent, but he wanted the truth about himself to be known. No more shame.
“What do you want?” asked Stephanie after he nudged her shoulder.
“I have something to tell you.”
“Oh, what’s that? You were born without a dick?”
He clamped his jaw down hard and inhaled deeply before speaking. “I have a dick. But the reason I haven’t dated since coming to college is because I’m not into girls.”
She stared for a minute, and then an evil smile played on her lips. “Are you telling me that you’re a fag? Please tell me you’re actually offering me this information.”
The weight of his confession bore down on him, not the relief Evan said he’d feel. A hundred eyes seemed to stare, and a thousand fingers seemed to point. What had he done? He just felt so proud to finally know who he was, and accept it. Evan empowered him to the point he believed he could take on the world. But maybe Waylon had a good reason for staying in the dark. Not everyone accepted their alternative lifestyle.
“Did he just say he was a fag?” One of Waylon’s muscle-bound friends moved in closer, along with a dozen others. “Do you want to fuck me, Cal?”
“Never mind. Forget I said anything.” He tried to back away, to appear disinterested, veering around Stephanie, but in seconds they’d cornered him. School hours were over, and just the players getting off late from practice filled the lonely hallway. Waylon didn’t attend today because the three of them had a fun evening planned with the fight on TV and pizza. He wished he was there with Waylon and Evan right now.
Someone pushed Cal from behind, making him lurch forward into another man. They weren’t in high school, but these guys acted like hate-filled teenagers. They were all grown men who were supposed to be working toward a rewarding career. He stood his ground, standing tall and strong. The sudden rush of fists and feet lashing out at every part of his body wasn’t expected. He wasn’t a small man, but being outnumbered ten to one by a team of football players was a losing battle. A sharp punch to the stomach and a kick to his shin forced him
to collapse to the ground. He didn’t cry out. No matter what these heathens thought, he wasn’t a pussy just because he was gay. He bit his tongue and curled into a ball as kick after kick assaulted him. Thankfully, it didn’t take long until blackness claimed him.
Chapter Eight
After two hours of waiting and no answer from Cal’s cell phone or any word, the pizza and game were long forgotten.
“Where the fuck could he be?” asked Waylon for the hundredth time.
Evan scowled, guilt flitting across his eyes. He bit his lip and turned away, but Waylon spun him back around.
“You know something I don’t?”
“I’m a bit worried. He may have done something stupid.”
Waylon grabbed both Evan’s shoulders firmly. “Tell me what’s going on!” After the first hour passed and no answer from Cal’s cell phone, Waylon began to worry. As each minute passed, a thick blanket of despair lowered over him. He just knew something wasn’t right, and it killed him that he couldn’t contact Cal to ease his worry.
“He wanted to own up, to confess who he really is. It’s a part of the healing process.”
“Fuck that! Don’t tell me this has to do with coming out of the closet, Evan.” Evan may have been doing a good thing teaching those free classes every week to young homosexual men, but he went too far now. The world as a whole wasn’t ready to embrace everyone that was different than the masses. Evan threw Cal to the sharks by fueling him with empty dreams and hopes.
“He wanted to confront some friends at school that had been bothering him. Shit, this isn’t good.” Evan’s face fell, and he swallowed hard.
“You think?” He pushed Evan back and began pacing, wondering where Cal could be. “Do you know where he went?”
“All I know is he stayed at the college after I left.”
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