by Ward, Quinn
“How many is that, Colin?” I knew, but I wanted Zach to hear his answer. I could almost picture him staring down at his hand, holding up three fingers as he imagined how his body stretched around the intrusion.
“Three, but I’m stretching him pretty wide. I don't want to hurt him.” His gaze drifted to where he’d carefully laid the smallest plug on the floor. I'd been so desperate to see him stretching Zack's hole, I hadn’t considered hygiene, but it seemed Colin had that under control, too. The plug was carefully laid out on a discarded t-shirt.
“You think he's ready for more?” I asked, ignoring Zack's protests that we were talking about him rather than including him in the conversation. If he had his way, we already would have fast forwarded to double penetrating him, but I wasn't willing to rush things and hurt him. Someday, but not today.
“Just about,” Colin told me. “Want to try something, first.”
Zack's body sagged against mine when Colin pulled his fingers free.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” I brushed the damp hair away from his face. I didn't know at this point if it was still wet from his shower or if he was sweating from exertion and need.
“Hurts,” he admitted. “But it feels good, too. Don’t know how I’m going to take a dick.”
“You'll get used to it,” I promised him. “Colin knows how to take care of you.”
I wasn't ready for the scowl Zach leveled on me or the way he tried backing away.
“Hey, what's this about?” I smoothed my hand over the creases marring his forehead. “Too much for today?”
“Have you guys already… You know?”
Holy crap, Zach was jealous. That probably shouldn’t have made me feel as good as it did.
“No, sweetheart.” I bent down and kissed his forehead. “I’m simply guessing, based on how close you’ve been to coming all day. You want to come, don’t you? But he can’t take the cock ring off until I give him permission. Are you okay with submitting to both of us?”
“Want to so bad,” Zach whined. “I think he broke my dick already. Can’t you make him let me come?”
“Don't be so dramatic,” I scolded him. “You'll be just fine.”
“You don't know that for sure,” Zach argued. “I bet it's happened before. There’s probably a guy out there who’s died because his boyfriend was an asshole who wouldn’t let him get off.”
My heart skipped a beat at him using the B-word. Were we boyfriends? All three of us? Is that what Zach wanted?
The entire time Zach and I bantered back and forth, I watched as Colin coated the plug with lube. He held it up to me as if asking for permission. I nodded, lifting Zach's head back toward my dick.
“I think that's enough of a breather,” I told him. “Don’t you dare release my dick, no matter what Colin does to you. Suck me as hard as you need to, but my dick had better stay buried in your mouth.”
Zach licked his lips, staring at my throbbing erection. The head was bright red, my sac was drawn tight, and I knew it wasn't going to take long for me to fill his mouth. Zach suckled my tip, going a bit deeper, then pulling back. He hollowed his cheeks, sealing his mouth around my length.
“That’s it, baby. Just a little more.” Zach tensed when Colin dragged the plug through his crease. “You’re okay. He’s going to make you feel good.”
“What's… Oh fuck. What’s that?” Next time, I’d punish him for releasing me, but I knew Zach was already reaching the end of his rope. His words were strained, his entire body vibrating with nervous energy.
“You need to relax, Zack. Let him in and then you can finish sucking me off,” I promised him. This whole trying to choreograph three dudes together without anyone feeling left out was hard as hell. I pulled Zach against my body, wrapping his arms around my thighs.
“Hang on to me,” I urged him. His eyes clenched shut as Colin breached him with the plug. “That's it, baby. You're doing so good for us. Don't forget to breathe.”
He clenched his arms so tightly around my legs I worried I might topple, but I remained silent, giving him time to grow accustomed to the intrusion. I continued rubbing his back with long, slow strokes until, all at once, the tension evaporated from his body.
“That's it, sweetheart,” I whispered. “Breathe slowly for a few more seconds. It's going to feel so good. I promise.”
“Just want him to get on with it,” Zach whined.
“Have you ever had anything in your ass?” Zach shook his head, pressing his face against my thighs. “That’s why we don't want to rush you.”
“This is the longest anyone has ever made me wait to come,” he complained.
“A little patience isn't going to kill you,” I insisted.
“It might,” he countered.
I knew the moment Colin began easing the plug in and out of Zach's passage. His jaw clenched as he threw his head back. I bent down, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Feels good, doesn't it?”
Colin kept easing the plug in and out of his body. Within a minute, Zach was chasing Colin's hand every time he tried to pull the plug from his body.
“No. Need more. Please, Sir. Please let me come,” he begged. Colin moved the plug around in Zack's ass until he cried out. “Again. Do it again. Don’t stop. You can’t stop now.”
Colin popped him on the ass, causing Zach to yelp.
“Is that how you're supposed to ask?” he scolded Zach.
I nudged my foot against Colin's leg, hoping he understood what I was trying to tell him. No matter what, Zach was going to explode any second now and I wanted him to experience every ounce of pleasure possible. I pulled Zack's arms away from my shoulders as Colin removed the silicone restraint from his balls.
“Suck me, Zach,” I demanded. “Let us show you how it feels to be filled from both ends.”
“Please, Sir. Daniel. Please, I want to come so bad,” he cried out.
“Such a good boy, remembering your manners,” I remarked as I thrust into his needy mouth, silencing him. “You are absolutely beautiful like this.”
I thrust deep enough into Zach's mouth that he gagged, pulling back briefly before descending around my length again. He swallowed hard, whimpering the entire time.
“Now,” I commanded, wrapping my feet around Colin’s calves. I fucked hard into Zach's mouth trying to match my pace to Colin fucking his ass with the plug as he deep-throated Zach’s cock.
I felt Zach tense around me and pulled off. I could wait. He couldn't.
“That's it, baby,” I urged him. “Come for us.” Colin’s tempo altered as he tried to suck Zach deep while pegging his prostate with the plug.
I shuffled around, taking control of breaching Zack's ass. “You like this, baby? Just wait until you’re ready for this little plug to be replaced by the cock you just had in your mouth. I'm not going to take it easy on you. I have over a year of pent-up frustration I plan on taking out on your ass.”
“God yes,” Zach cried. “Give me that now. Please, Colin. Want you so bad.”
“Not today, but soon.” I twisted plug, tipping it as I pulled it out, making sure the entire length grazed along Zack's sensitive nerves. He keened, bucking forward twice before his body went rigid.
Just as he was told to do, Colin gathered Zack's release in his mouth. He pushed himself onto his knees, wrapping his arms around both of our bodies. His hand slid up to my neck, drawing me close over Zack's shoulder. He kissed me, offering me what was left of Zack's release. When the salty, bitter taste hit my tongue, I nearly came on the spot. But that wasn't how today was supposed to go.
I quickly spun Zach around, shoving his head down to my waist. “Do it,” I demanded. “But don’t you dare swallow. That come belongs to Colin. Want him to have both of us on his tongue the next time he kisses you.”
“That shouldn't sound as hot as it does.” Zach hesitated, stroking my dick slowly. “Do you think it's wrong that I really want to kiss you right now?”
“Why would that be wro
ng, baby?”
His cheeks flushed and he wouldn't make eye contact with me.
“Zach, look at me,” I demanded. His gaze slowly rose to meet mine. “Why do you think there would be anything wrong with wanting to kiss me? You had my dick in your mouth, so I think it's safe to say there’s no reason to be shy about kissing.”
He buried his face against my stomach. I had no doubt he was hoping I wouldn’t hear his confession. But I did. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”
I shivered, needing that more than I thought possible. “Are you kidding me? That is one of the hottest things I've ever heard you say. Get your ass up here.”
I hitched my arms under Zach's pits, lifting him up, making sure there was no mistake how serious I was about wanting to kiss him. Next time, I’d make Colin kiss Zach so he could be the one to get a mouthful of his own seed. Zach moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck as I kissed him, plunging my tongue between his lips, making sure every inch of his mouth was coated with the taste of his own cum.
He began bucking against me, despite the fact he was still coming down from his orgasm.
I tangled my fingers through his hair, staring at him in disbelief. “God damn. Where has this filthy boy been the past three years?”
“Hiding at the back of the closet,” Zach remarked without missing a beat.
“Never again,” I promised him. “Now, it's time for you to finish me off so we can take care of Colin.”
“Yes, please,” he sighed as he practically dove onto my cock. It was safe to say Colin and I had created a monster. Now, the trick was going to be keeping him from letting the frenzy of something new take over. I couldn't speak for the other two, but I didn't want whatever was blossoming between us to burnout and die.
11
Zach
So, that happened. This was my first thought every morning since the day that completely changed my life. I kept waiting for the world to come crashing down around me in the days and weeks following my introduction into the world of gay pleasure.
The only thing I knew for absolute certain was there was a zero percent possibility I was straight. Being with Daniel and Colin had proven my issues over the past year really did come down to who I was sleeping with. Namely, the fact they were women. It turned out, staying hard and coming until I nearly passed out was easier when I had a bossy man—or two—and plenty of dick to go around.
I really thought being with them would mean late nights screwing around when we all should have been working on homework, but between Colin’s and my shifts at the pizza parlor and Daniel's determination to graduate with honors, we'd all gone back to getting well acquainted with our right hands. And maybe things would've been different if it wasn't this colossal secret we were trying to keep to our side of the suite. That was on me. I knew I needed to making things right with the rest of our roommates, but so far there hadn’t been a chance. Actually, that was complete horse shit. There had been plenty of times I could have cleared the air but, every time they were around, I chickened out.
No more. Tonight, I intended to clear the air. I swiped my keys off my desk and shoved my wallet in my back pocket. Brandon was the only person hanging out in the common area. That wasn’t a shock since he’d proclaimed himself to be the suite’s cook. It was self-preservation, really, because the rest of us were totally capable of burning water when we stepped foot in the kitchen. And with my dad being a cheap bastard about my living allowance, I happily chipped in so Brandon could pay for groceries and give us home-cooked meals in return.
“I’m making a beer run,” I let him know as I flopped onto the couch to put on my shoes.
“You’ve been staying in a lot more this year,” Brandon observed as he added more spices to whatever he was cooking. Italian, from the smell of it. And because it was a Sunday, he was probably making lasagna. It was the only day of the week he had time to properly cook down his sauce, or so he said.
I bristled, wondering what else he’d noticed about the change in my behavior.
Relax. It’s not like you’ve been staring at everyone’s asses every chance you get, I scolded myself. The paranoia was another motivating factor in me talking to them.
“Trying to buckle down this year,” I told him. Hopefully that was enough of an explanation. They’d all given me shit the past couple of years because of the one time I nearly wound my ass on academic probation. They didn’t understand what I was like to walk in my shoes. I’d had zero fucking freedom before I’d moved away for school, and that contributed to me going a little overboard with the partying whenever an opportunity arose.
“Good for you, man.” Brandon sounded like a proud parent more than a supportive buddy. Then again, he’d always sort of been like the surrogate parent of the suite. “Does that mean you’ll be home for dinner tonight?”
“Yeah, I was actually hoping everyone would be here,” I admitted. “Have some shit I need to talk to you guys about.”
“That sounds ominous.” Brandon finished up what he was working on and stepped out of the kitchen. “Everything good with you?”
“I think so.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I wanted to kick myself in the ass. That was a stupid non-response. Brandon held up a finger and disappeared into his bedroom. Because I was apparently now the type of guy who did whatever other people told me to do, I stood still, waiting for him to return.
“You good if I ride with you?” he asked, already stuffing his feet into his shoes.
Not gonna lie, felt good to have him acting like this was any other day and I hadn't been a colossal douche to one of his best friends. Okay, so I’d been a dick to everyone, but the majority of my self-loathing had been taken out on Chase. I wasn't proud of it, but kid pissed me off when he first moved in. He was so brilliantly out of the closet. And then he went and made Jayden fall in love with him and I really hated him.
There was no excuse for my behavior, though. It wasn’t his fault I hated anyone who didn’t try to hide. It wasn’t Jayden’s fault he’d fallen in love with the man across the room from him. They signified everything I wanted and couldn’t have, so I’d lashed out.
“Yeah, that sounds good. I want to run something by you anyway,” I told him. It hadn't been my intention, but this was actually perfect. I could talk to Brandon first, and maybe he could help me speak to the rest of the guys. At the very least, there would be one person who wasn’t stunned silent about my confessions.
I hadn't wanted Colin and Daniel to know how much I’d been worrying about what the guys would say when I came out. I already knew what they would have told me and, even though they thought they were being helpful, I had a hard time believing that everyone would just pat me on the back and say congrats on busting down the closet door. That's not how shit worked in my world. And as much as I craved their support, I wanted to come out when neither of them were there. That was probably stupid as hell, but if shit went south, I didn’t need them rushing to my defense.
“Seriously, Zach, is everything okay?” Brandon asked as we crossed the student parking lot.
“It's nothing major,” I reassured him, even though it sure as shit felt colossal to me. But as Colin liked to point out, I tended to be rather miserable and unforgiving when it came to my own mistakes.
One of the coolest things about Brandon was he didn't push me to open up to him. I knew that if I decided I was ready to talk, he’d sit there in silence the entire way to the liquor store. But I needed to get it out now. I needed to know there was one person in the suite tonight who had my back without also wanting in my ass.
That was another thing that was starting to frustrate the shit of me. The one day that we'd all spent together, no matter how much I begged, the two of them refused to go any further than blow jobs and a bit of ass play. They kept saying they didn't want to rush things.
That was easy for him to say. They weren’t ones who had gone through this massive sexual epiphany. Now that I understood better what was
going on with me, I wanted to try everything.
If I got this off my chest, then maybe it would be easier for me to convince them it was past time for an encore performance. Preferably one that ended with someone's dick trying to split me in two. And hell, after some of the porn I'd been watching lately, I’d be totally cool if the other one wanted to use his cock as a gag. You know, to make sure the entire building didn’t hear how much I liked having my ass spread wide.
“So, you know how I was constantly giving Chase a hard time when he first moved in?” I glanced over while I waited for the light to turn green. Brandon gave me the side eye, and it didn't take a clairvoyant to know what that look meant. “Okay, so more like all fucking spring, but you know what I'm saying. That's not even the important part about this. The fact is, I was a jerk to him, but not just because I’m an asshole.”
I was, but there was motivation behind my actions—even if that made this entire situation that much worse. Brandon motioned for me to continue. My heart raced and I wasn't sure I could do this after all. It was funny how admitting what a raging, self-hating homophobe I was seemed even harder than bending over while Colin poked my ass with a silicone plug.
My stomach flipped. I scanned the horizon for a gas station, just in case I needed to pull over and hurl. My car wasn't anything great, but if I puked in here, I'd have to burn the car because there would be no way of getting the smell out of the worn cloth interior.
Brandon placed a hand on my shoulder, giving me a reassuring squeeze. “Take all the time you need. If you want, we don't have to hurry back. You could just drive around and ramble like I'm not even here.”
“The whole point is to say this out loud so it's not as scary later,” I explained.
“Okay. In that case, whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be sitting here waiting.” He pulled out his phone and started scrolling through social media. Instead of turning left toward the liquor store, I turned right onto the freeway. Maybe this would be easier to say if I was trying to pay attention to the road. Words I’d avoided for so many years bubbled up inside of me, until a few miles down the road when I blurted, “I was an asshole to Chase because I wanted to hate him. Except, I didn't really hate him all. I envied him. And the happier he was, the more miserable I became, and it was just easier to be a dick to him rather than think about my own shitty life.”