Just Making Out
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Blake and Marc departed soon after we’d made our plans. This had been some evening: a showdown with Zac and then an opportunity for my first three-way. I almost pitied poor heterosexual boys like Zac. How often did they get to hook up with two girls at once? Probably never!
I momentarily experienced a pang of regret when I thought of Tristan, but I put him out of my mind. I’d settle down with a nice guy someday, but now was my time to explore. I just had to be sure not to let Blake and Marc talk me into anything I wasn’t ready for or anything that wasn’t safe. At the moment, I couldn’t think of much I wasn’t prepared to do, but I remembered only too well Blake’s disregard for condoms. On that I was going to stand firm. No condom, no sex.
My mind was buzzing with possibilities the rest of the evening. A few customers came in, but I was barely aware of their existence. I was too busy thinking about Blake’s hard, muscular body. I wondered what Marc had hidden under his clothes. He was slim, but he looked kind of muscular, too. He probably had one of those compact, defined bodies that were so sexy. He was a soccer player, so that probably meant he had a great ass. I definitely liked the view when I watched him depart with Blake.
Tim and Dane usually went to the Paramount to catch a movie on Friday nights. I wanted to make sure they were sticking to their usual plans, but I didn’t want to tip Tim off to the fact that I wanted him out of the loft. It wasn’t easy, but I kept myself from asking about his plans.
Finally, on Friday at lunch I overheard him talking to Dane about catching Arthur. Dudley Moore starred in it. The film had been out a few months but was just getting to Verona. I kind of wanted to see it myself, but I wasn’t about to pass up a three-way with Blake and Marc to watch a movie! I found Marc and told him we were on for tonight.
I was now guaranteed a good two hours with Blake and Marc, but I wanted more time as well as a little insurance. I waited until Tim was getting ready for his date and then poked my head into his room.
“I have something for you,” I said.
“What?” Tim asked suspiciously.
I handed him twenty bucks.
“What’s this for?”
“I really appreciate that you haven’t been giving me any trouble. I know the whole thing with not being able to do what you want with Dane here in the loft is difficult for you, but you’ve been really reasonable about it. You’re doing well in school and…”
“Yes, Dad.”
I grinned. Considering our father, that could have been an insult, but I knew it was meant as a mere joke.
“You can stay out an extra hour tonight, too.”
Tim looked at me suspiciously.
“What are you up to?”
Uh-oh. I’d made a mistake.
“You haven’t come in late once. This is a one-time deal, so don’t get used to it.”
“So I can stay out until midnight?”
“Yes, but not one second past midnight. Got it?”
“Yeah, I got it. Thanks, Shawn.”
I turned and walked toward the kitchen. That was close. I’d almost blown it, but I’d also made a nice save, if I do say so myself.
I wanted to start getting ready for my “date,” but that would have tipped Tim off. My Friday nights were usually not too exciting for the most part. I did go out with the guys now and then, but most of the time I used Friday nights to catch up on homework, get some cleaning done, and just rest. Turn on some soaps, put a robe and slippers on me and I could have been a housewife. Damn. How did this happen to me? I knew the answer to that, and things weren’t nearly as bad as I was letting on at the moment. Yeah, I had extra responsibilities now, but I was up to the task. Besides, Blake and Marc were coming over this evening!
Tim departed at about six-thirty p.m. The movie didn’t start until seven, and then he’d almost certainly take Dane out to eat with the cash I’d given him. We had three and a half hours at least and probably more. I couldn’t picture Tim coming in much before midnight. I called Blake the second Tim was out of the loft and gave him the word. He and Marc were on standby. They’d arrive in fifteen minutes or so.
I bolted for the bathroom and took a quick shower, then I ran naked to my room and put on the clothes I’d selected a day ahead: slightly tight jeans and a snug red polo shirt that showed off my build. I sprayed on some cologne and then impatiently waited for Blake and Marc’s arrival.
I hadn’t long to wait. I trembled with excitement when there was a knock on the door. I forced myself to walk over slowly instead of bolting and ripping open the door.
Blake was wearing jeans and his letterman’s jacket. Marc was dressed in baggy pants and an old worn leather jacket. I couldn’t see what they were wearing underneath, but I was already about to breathe fire, so it hardly mattered.
“Nice place. Where’s your bedroom?” Blake asked.
That was Blake, right to the point.
“This way,” I said, leading them down the hall.
We entered the bedroom, and I closed the door for paranoia’s sake. The guys slipped off their jackets and tossed them in the corner. Blake was wearing his football jersey, which stayed on his sexy body for about fifteen seconds until he yanked it off. Marc was wearing a tattered tee-shirt with holes in all the right places. Soon, his shirt was on the growing pile of discarded clothing.
I’d seen Blake’s body before, but Marc’s was all new. He was compact and defined just like I’d imagined, but a bit more muscular. I wanted to lean over and lick on his small brown nipples.
Soon, we were all naked and I don’t think I’d ever been more turned on in my life. If I wasn’t very careful I was going to lose control and truly embarrass myself. I drank in the sight of their hard, naked bodies. Blake was gorgeous, and Marc…damn he was sexy! I stepped up to Marc, pushed his blond bangs away from his face and pressed my lips to his. He responded. Yes! The sexy boy was into making out! We stood there and made out like crazy.
“Nice,” Blake said.
Things only got hotter from there on. I have a thing for a nice chest, and I was all over both Blake and Marc’s torsos. Of course, Blake pushed my head toward his crotch, but I didn’t mind that in the least. I just opened up and gave into my desires.
After we’d been going at it for a while, Blake pushed Marc face down on my bed.
“You have supplies?” he asked.
I quickly pulled my condoms and lube out of my dresser drawer. Blake ignored the condoms, but grabbed the lube. I bit my lip to keep myself from saying anything. If they wanted to do it bare, that was their business. Marc definitely had no reservations about it.
I’d never watched two guys get it on before. I’d never even seen something like that in a magazine. I was madly turned on. Marc groaned as Blake entered him, but after that he didn’t seem to feel any pain. My own experience bottoming for Blake had been quite different. It felt incredible after a while, but at first the pain was so intense I thought I was going to die.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. This was all new territory for me. I ran my hands over Blake’s back and his firm ass. I could feel Blake’s buttocks tense and flex with each thrust. I didn’t know if I could stand this much arousal for long.
I stood back and watched, feeling slightly like some kind of perv voyeur for doing so. It wasn’t as if I was peeking through a window and spying on a couple during an intimate moment, however. This was my bedroom, and the three of us were in this together.
Blake rolled off Marc then motioned for me to take a turn. Marc turned over onto his back as I walked toward him. I was so nervous I trembled. I’d never done this before. What if I wasn’t any good? The doubts ripped through my mind, but were quickly shoved to the side by pure animal lust. Nothing mattered to me at that moment but taking Marc.
I entered Marc without hesitation. Marc showed no sign of pain, but I don’t think it would have mattered to me if he did. Something primitive was at work here. Something had clicked on in my mind, and I was running on instinct.
“Yeah, dude!” Blake said.
It was too much. I completely lost control. I tried, but I couldn’t hold back. I cried out in sheer ecstasy, and then it was over. Humiliation crept over me.
“Damn, I thought I was wild,” Blake said.
I looked at him as I stood there beside my bed. I grinned. Perhaps I didn’t need to feel so humiliated after all.
Blake, Marc, and I continued going at it. Marc and Blake were completely different types of guys. There was a lot Blake would not do because he felt it took away from his masculinity. Blake was all about demonstrating his virility, and there was more than a touch of domination in his actions. Marc didn’t hesitate to make out or show his appreciation for the male form with his lips and tongue. Marc was masculine, and yet he had a submissive side. He had no reservations about bottoming for Blake and me. Blake would never do that. He considered it being the girl. I was somewhere in between the two. I’d bottomed for Blake more than once—not entirely willingly—yet it wasn’t forced on me. Part of me resisted being the bottom, perhaps for the same reason Blake wouldn’t do it. I had a feeling Marc was the bravest of us all and more in touch with himself. He wasn’t self-conscious like me. He didn’t feel guilty about his desires and didn’t seem to care what Blake and I thought about his desires, either. I wished I could be as together as Marc seemed to be.
The three of us had sex for a good three hours or more. We just kept going at it. I, for one, couldn’t get enough. It was as if my lust was finally being satisfied. Something felt entirely natural about the things we were doing. I was not experienced, but so much of what I did was pure instinct. It was as if my actions were hard-wired into my mind and body, passed down through hundreds of generations.
Blake and I both topped Marc again before the evening was over. I’d never felt anything so intense in my entire life. When I cried out in ecstasy, I felt my orgasm throughout my entire body. I could only describe the feeling as bliss.
Blake and Marc departed at eleven. We could have kept going longer, but the danger that Tim would return would increase with every minute that passed. I wanted a wide safety margin. Besides, we were all well-satisfied. I even gave Marc a lingering kiss at the door. He was so sexy. Now, there was a boy I could date!
It didn’t occur to me until I was in the shower that I’d done Marc bare—not once, but twice. All the color drained from my face, and I nearly dropped the soap when I realized I hadn’t worn a condom. Fuck. Of course, I immediately began to think of all the diseases I could get. A sense of rising panic began to take over my mind. Blake had done Marc bare, too, and Blake thought condoms were just plain stupid. I wondered how many partners Blake had had, and what about Marc? How could I have been so stupid? I knew the answer to that; it was hanging between my legs. I’d been so worked up I’d allowed my dick to do my thinking for me. I just hoped thinking with my cock hadn’t just gotten me into a world of trouble.
I finished showering, dried off, dressed, and made myself a cup of tea in the kitchen. I sat down at the kitchen table and tried to calm myself. It wasn’t as if Marc could get pregnant. The chances he had any diseases were pretty slim, too. He definitely looked healthy, but I knew that didn’t necessarily mean anything. I guessed I’d just have to wait and see. That was going to be fun. I knew I’d be worrying about it in the back of my mind. I had no one to blame but myself. One thing was for sure, I was going to think with my head and not my dick next time. I could just imagine what Tim would have to say if he knew what I’d done. He wasn’t going to find out, however. There was no way I’d admit to being so stupid.
Dane
Devon looked slightly fearful as he passed me in the hallway. He no doubt remembered Brandon’s threat. If the expression on Devon’s face was any indication, I didn’t think he’d be giving me much trouble. If he did, I’d tell Brandon, and Devon knew it. If I was Devon, I wouldn’t have dared to step out of line. I almost couldn’t believe Brandon had once come close to killing Devon—actually killing him! Then again, I almost couldn’t believe some of the things Devon had done. He was a good deal more dangerous than I’d thought. He was also one screwed-up boy. I still thought he was gay and just couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t imagine anyone hating gays so much without something to power that hatred. I guess I didn’t need to dwell on it; I wasn’t Devon’s shrink.
I passed Tim as I continued down the hallway. We didn’t have time to stop, but we grinned at each other. The mere sight of him made me feel as though I could walk on air. I wondered if guys like Brandon felt this way about their girls? I guess I’d never know, but I hoped so. I wouldn’t want anyone to miss out on such a wonderful feeling.
I know I’m probably kind of sickeningly gushing over my boyfriend and how happy I am about him. At least Tim and I aren’t like one of those heterosexual couples who think everyone is just dying to watch them paw each other and make out. Tim and I do some limited PDA—that’s public display of affection for those of you who don’t know—but we mainly keep our physical relationship on the down low. It’s not so much because we’re gay, either, although some people, guys in particular, probably just can’t handle seeing two guys kiss. Giving Tim a hug or even a quick kiss is fine, but more would just be too much. That stuff is between Tim and me, and I don’t want anyone else watching—unless they’re invited. I’m kidding about the “unless they’re invited” part—mostly.
My happiness wasn’t all about Tim—mostly, maybe, but not all. I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed school now. Isn’t that just sick? If I kept it up, I was probably in danger of becoming a bookworm, but I didn’t even care. I guess I didn’t hate school in Marmont, at least when I wasn’t used as a punching bag, but school was a lot more fun now. Homework was more fun, too, but that’s because Tim and I sometimes did ours together. We took frequent make-out breaks whenever possible. It’s hard to believe how much more enjoyable it is to study for a test when you know you’re going to lock lips with your boyfriend at any minute.
The morning flew by. Tim and I met at my locker as usual right before lunch and made it to the cafeteria a little earlier than usual. There wasn’t even much of a line. I caught a whiff of corn dogs before we even reached the silverware. This day was just getting better and better! I followed Tim through the line. In addition to corn dogs, there were macaroni and cheese, green beans, Jell-o salad, and apple crisp. I loved apple crisp!
After we paid, Tim and I headed for our usual table. The table would be filled with boisterous guys soon, mostly gay, but not all, and, of course, the odd girl. I almost laughed when I thought of what Casey would have to say about being called an “odd girl.” I don’t mean it like that, anyway. Casper and Brendan were the only ones seated at our table at the moment. We joined them.
“Hey, we should get a game up after school,” I said.
“A game?” Brendan asked.
“Yeah, the new house, if you can call it that, has its own gym. We could play basketball and maybe even invite some of the guys.”
“Invite some of the guys to what?” Brandon said, sitting down with his tray. Jon was a mere step behind.
“Playing basketball in the gym at my place, or something like that.”
“Maybe dodge ball,” Tim said.
“I am the King of Dodge Ball!” Jon said, standing and flexing his arms over his head.
“You’re the King of Cocksucking,” Brandon said, “but we won’t go into that.”
“No way. All the guys say you’re the best! You should be, after all that practice.”
“You guys are crazy,” said Tim. “You know, some of us here could be insulted by your remarks.”
“Okay, okay,” Brandon said. “You’re the King of Cocksucking, the
n. Isn’t he, Dane? Happy now?”
I could feel my face go slightly red.
“Yeah, he is,” I said.
Now it was Tim’s turn to go a bit red.
“What are you guys talking about?” Casey asked as she sat down. Ethan and Nathan were right behind her.
“Don’t ask,” Tim said.
“We were talking about getting together at my place to play basketball…”
“Dodge ball!” Jon interrupted. “It’s got to be dodge ball!”
“You’ll have to forgive him,” Brandon said. “Jon developed a fixation for dodge ball in grade school, and he’s never gotten over it.”
Jon stuck out his tongue at Brandon.
“Okay, dodge ball,” I said. “We thought we might break in the gym, so to speak.”
“You’re not invited, though. You’re a girl. Girls can’t handle dodge ball,” Brandon said.
“Brandon, you truly are an idiot,” Ethan said.
“See! I’m not the only one who thinks so!” Jon said.
“Oh, that’s it!” Casey said. “I’m in! I’m going to kick your ass, Brandon Hanson. You’ll be out faster than you lose control when you’re doing a girl.”
“Hey!” Brandon said.
“Or a guy,” Jon said.
“Hey!” Brandon said, louder. “I have incredible control.”
“That’s right,” Jon said. “It comes from thousands of hours of jerking off.”
“Oh, you’d know all about whacking it, Jon. It’s a wonder your dick doesn’t fall off.”
Shawn walked up with his tray just as Brandon was finishing going off on Jon.
“So why should Jon’s dick fall off?” Shawn asked. “Has he been doing Brandon’s girlfriend again?”
“I don’t know why I sit with you guys!” Brandon said.
“Because no one else will have you?” Jon suggested.
“Oh, screw you, Deerfield. Your mom has been paying me to be your friend for years.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t want to say what your mom pays me for, but you should start expecting a baby brother any time now.”