First Time Gay Sex For College Roommates

The alarm's sharp ring was an abrasive intrusion. Alan opened one eye and squinted across the room. Kevin stirred and rolled from his bed and stumbled to his chest of drawers at the foot of his bed to turn it off. Alan's jangled nerves smoothed with the silence that followed. Kevin leaned against the chest of drawers, his forehead resting against the flat top of the chest. Alan thought again how ridiculous Kevin looked in that oversized tee shirt he slept in, its sleeves to his elbows and the tail almost, but not quite covering his butt which curved distinctly outward in a shapely but muscular prominence with the sharp, dividing cleft disappearing under the long tail of the tee shirt.

Kevin, his back to Alan, pulled the tee shirt over his head and tossed it to his bed, the complex musculature of his back dimpling and squirming beneath his smooth tanned skin. Alan watched him unobserved. Kevin was only five feet ten and probably only weighed a hundred and sixty. He was slender from the back without appearing skinny--his limbs and torso were well filled out and carried a well defined but smooth musculature and graceful as well, almost like a ballet dancer. His nude body was, from the rear, almost pretty with its smooth, rosy tan skin, slender waist flaring attractively to wider shoulders. Well proportioned, shapely legs with nicely curved calves and perfectly sized and shaped thighs rising to narrow hips and a high, rounded ass that most women he knew would envy. Alan knew, however, that looks were deceiving. Anyone who perceived Kevin to be a pretty boy had made a serious mistake. Kevin was in top physical condition and his shapely body was firm with little body fat, and Alan knew to his chagrin that Kevin was a black belt in three major oriental martial arts.

He recalled fleetingly the time he'd tried to intimidate him, shortly after they became roommates. Alan had him by almost an inch and maybe ten pounds, and he sported a classic Greek athlete's physique, with well defined muscles. In a pique of anger over some matter he couldn't remember now, he'd pushed Kevin and taken a swing only to find himself a second later on his back, his wrist in Kevin's grasp and Kevin's foot on his throat.

He held his breath now as Kevin moved toward the middle of the room. Although he had a deep and rather wide chest, his pectoral muscles, while firm and well-defined, didn't bunch and and bulge but lay rounded into two distinct but relatively flat, firm mounds only faintly corded. His stomach, flat and hard, showed a well-conditioned, but smoothed-out ripple effect. But this was the major surprise: his cock was truly superb! About six inches long in peaceful repose, Alan had seen Kevin one morning with a piss-hard that must've made it seven and a half inches long and almost perfectly proportionate in circumference. It was straight and rosy tan like the rest of his skin. The circumcised head of his cock only a slightly darker healthy pink. His light blond thatch of curling pubic hair was short and sparse with a barely discernible line of blond hair rising up the middle of his belly to just past his navel where it dissipated into hairlessness on his chest. Alan would never say it aloud, but he thought, in the secrecy of his own mind, that it was the most beautiful cock and genetalia he'd ever seen, although - all due modesty aside - there may have those that would have put Alan's cock in the running without embarrassment and with real expectation of winning the contest. Nevertheless, it niggled at his mind that he'd been looking for excuses lately to see Kevin nude.

Kevin wrapped a towel around his waist and left the room for the showers. Alan stretched again and got of bed. He was sleeping in a pair of boxers, but he took them off and slipped on a clean pair of jockey briefs to wear under his jeans. Two minutes later he was out of the room and on his way to the cafeteria. He didn't know whether Kevin would make it in time to have breakfast with him or not before the nine o'clock class.

He thought again how surprising it was that they'd become such good friends. When he'd brought his things into the room back in August, Kevin had been propped up on his bed reading a book. With clothes on, he was nice looking, but his size and build were entirely unprepossessing. In his glasses, he looked young and bookish. "What a sissy-looking wuss," Alan had thought with disappointment when he first saw him. But Kevin wasn't a math major or an engineering student or a computer sciences major. Like Alan, he was an English major and they had very similar tastes in writers and writing styles. They'd become good friends and over the last seven months had developed that ability to communicate fully and clearly with a glance, a tone of voice, a couple of words that only very good friends develop over a usually longer period of time.

Kevin joined him at breakfast after Alan had eaten and was on his second cup of coffee.

"Look, Al, I'm not gonna study tonight. I need a break. You want to go down to Marty's with me for a burger and a few beers about six?"

"Yeah. Sounds good. I could use the break, too."

They came stumbling into their room about eleven, more than three sheets to the wind. They had fought each other for first place at their half bath's toilet, and Kevin had won. He peed for what seemed like five minutes, and then Alan peed for an equally long time. Kevin rinsed his face and head in an attempt to clear his head while Alan peed. Alan had already stripped to his briefs and they were around his thighs as he peed. Kevin glanced surreptitiously from the lavatory to Alan's uncovered pubes with something more than idle curiosity, taking in Alan's muscular body, his large, straight, circumcised cock, and his dark hair and classic good looks.

He dried his face vigorously and felt somewhat clearer of head. When he returned to the bedroom, he stripped out of his clothes and was taking off his briefs when, in a drunken dance, his feet became tangled in them and he hopped around the room trying to keep from falling. Alan had taken off his briefs and was standing naked with his sleeping boxers in hand when Kevin hopped near him in a ludicrous picture of uncoordinated drunkenness. Alan grabbed his arm to keep him from falling, and Kevin grabbed Alan's arm in a futile attempt to steady himself. But it was too late. They both fell in a heap, Alan on top of Kevin.

"Get off me, you big cow!" Kevin shouted.

"Big cow! You klutz! I was trying to keep you from falling!"

Kevin pushed at him and, in some magical movement, had reversed the position and sat atop Alan, straddling his hips and holding his wrists to the floor. He was laughing in drunken triumph, and Alan couldn't help but laugh at his helpless situation.

But their laughter dwindled and died as Kevin became conscious of Alan's genitals and pubic hair pressing into his buttocks and Alan became conscious of Kevin's testicles and his large, meaty cock laying across his stomach, the opening at its tip staring at him seductively. Kevin looked solemnly into Alan's eyes, and Alan returned his gaze with the same solemnity. Still holding Alan's wrists, Kevin lowered his mouth to Alan's and kissed him.

Probably it would have never happened if Kevin had been just a little more sober and carrying his normal inhibitions, and probably Alan, had he not been just the littlest bit drunk, would not have yielded his lips and returned the kiss. Kevin slid his arms under Alan's arms across his upper back and cupped the back of his head with his palms. His lips opened against Alan's, and Alan instinctively responded by opening his own lips. Their tongues began to stroke one another and explore the depths of each other's mouths.

Kevin stretched out atop Alan's supine body. Alan felt Kevin's cock becoming hot and hard against his lower belly, and his own member began to swell and lengthen in response. He discovered with some dismay and embarrassment that his arms were wrapped around Kevin, one hand behind his waist and the other on his buttocks, stroking and pressing Kevin's pelvis to his own body. Kevin raised his head from Alan's lips and again looked at him solemnly. He must have perceived some assent, for he again kissed Alan deeply and began to slide and wriggle his own body down the length of Alan's body, kissing his neck and chest and flicking each of Alan's erect nipples with his tongue.

Alan was now acutely aware of Kevin's hardening cock rubbing against his own erection as Kevin kept sliding down the length of his body. Now he was between his legs and his lips and tongue were pressing into his navel. He was kissing his pubic hair, and then Kevin's head was poised above Alan's throbbing shaft. Kevin glanced up Alan's body and looked at him inquiringly, his moistened lips parted, a question in his eyes. To his amazement, Alan felt himself nod.

There was a small pearl drop of semen standing on Alan's slightly swollen lips of the opening at the tip of Alan's cock, and Kevin experimentally touched it with his tongue. It had a pleasantly clean, salty sweet taste. He held the base of Alan's erection within a ring of his thumb and forefinger. He opened his mouth and covered the swollen head of Alan's cock with his mouth, swirling his smooth wet tongue around the circumference and across the top of the smooth, sensitive skin. He began to slide his lips down the swollen, hard flesh. He couldn't figure out where to put his tongue, but when he accidentally stroked the swollen vessel on underside of Alan's cock with it and felt the hard flesh flex in his mouth in response, he began to stroke firmly with his tongue as his lips slid lower. His nose was in Alan's thick pubic growth and he inhaled Alan's musky male scent as the swollen head of his cock throbbed in the back of his mouth. He slid his lips back up and licked the smooth skin of Alan's cock head again and began to slip his lips lower. Involuntarily, Alan thrust forward, and after a few more strokes they developed a synchronous rhythm. Alan's hands were in his hair, stroking and grasping as Kevin's lips and tongue stroked up and down the wetly gleaming shaft. Alan's hips rose from the floor and thrust deeply. Kevin could feel the throbbing shaft of steel hard but warmly yielding flesh in his mouth lengthen and become harder and he sucked firmly and urgently, his tongue stroking the length of the engorged vessel on the underside. Alan's cock throbbed insistently against his tongue and the back of his mouth and began to jerk spasmodically.

"Ohh! Kevin, I'm sorry. I'm coming. I can't help it. Aagh! Here it is! I'm coming now!"

Kevin felt his mouth flooded with a hot spurting stream of thick semen, and he had no choice but to swallow rapidly. Uh-oh, he thought, I'm in trouble! Never thought I'd like it so much! He began to suck and swallow more greedily until he had gotten the last traces.

Afterwards Kevin lay on the floor, his face turned away. What was he to do now? He didn't think he could bear to see Alan look at him with scorn. "I know," he thought. "I'll keep on being drunk and pass out."

Kevin stumbled to his feet staggered to his bed. "Come on, ol' Al. Whachu doin' ona floor? Heeheeheehee. Musta fall down. Betta get up, ol' Al." He tumbled into bed face down and immediately began to make deep breathing and snoring sounds. After a few minutes he heard Alan get up from the floor, approach his bed, sit on the edge, touch his shoulder and shake in an attempt to arouse him. Finally, Alan gave up and covered him with a spread. Alan stood silently by Kevin's bed for a minute or so before walking back across the room. Kevin heard his bed squeak as he got in. Kevin lay awake for several hours, his mind atumble with guilt, self loathing, and memories of what he'd done and of how much he'd liked it.

When Alan awoke, Kevin's bed was empty and he'd left the room. He got up, showered and dressed hastily, and ran to the cafeteria. There he was! But when he got through the cafeteria line he was gone. When he got back to their room after class, Kevin's bed was made up but no Kevin. He waited up until one in the morning but no Kevin.

The next morning he left a note on Kevin's unslept on pillow. "Kev: We've got to talk. Please meet me in the room at five this pm! Alan." He didn't know whether Kevin would be there, but he had to talk to him.

When he entered the room that afternoon, Kevin was there. He was packing his things. Kevin didn't look at him.

"What's going on, Kev."

"I'm moving out."

"Why? Did I do something?"

"No. I did." He sat down at his desk. He was wearing his glasses instead of contacts and looked younger and more vulnerable. Dressed in a long sleeved denim shirt and pleated khakis, he also looked quite handsome - almost pretty, in fact - and one would never have taken him as the owner of the biggest and most beautiful cock on campus. He looked Alan in the eye and assumed a seriousness he seldom showed. "Look, Alan. I've tried out every story I can think of, and everything flunks. I remember what happened night before last. I was drunk but not that drunk, although I really don't think any of it would've come about if we hadn't been just a little drunk. But, anyway, I remember. I haven't been in class since. I've been with Dr. Chatham, the school crisis counselor, a lot. I-I told him what he happened, Alan. But don't worry. Everything's confidential. He said what, uh, what happened isn't all that uncommon and not to make more of it than it is, but that doesn't cut any ice."

He stopped and his face became a mixture of misery and defiance, and his eyes brimmed over and tears rolled down his cheeks. "Fact is, Alan, I liked it! There! That's out, at least. But I know how you must feel after living together for seven months. I promise, though, I've never done that with anyone else before, and I'd never thought of you that way!" He stopped and grinned a little through his misery. "Well, maybe once or twice. But anyway, I'm getting out. Wouldn't want to put that kind of pressure on you . . . or me." He stood up and started putting things into his duffel.

Alan backed up and locked the door. Kevin looked at him curiously. Alan leaned back against the door and looked at Kevin.

"I wasn't that drunk, either. But I thought you'd passed out. I was very frustrated. Very, very frustrated, Kev. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." He moved to Kevin's bed and sat on stacked clothing, looking up at him earnestly. "I-I liked it, too, Kevin. I've never done it before, either. And I never thought of you that way." He grinned mischievously at Kevin. "Well, maybe eight or ten times." He held up his hands at Kevin's startled expression. "Point is, Kev, it was only half done. I-I wanted to, uh, to do you. To help you come. I-I wanted your big cock in my mouth the way mine was in yours. And you passed out on me. You don't need to move out, Kev. I don't hate or despise you. It's not just you. It's me, too."

Kevin reached out his hand and brushed the backs of fingers against Alan's cheek. Alan looked up at him, his eyes swimming with uncertainty. Kevin's hands moved to Alan's hair and his fingers combed through it as he stepped forward. Alan put his face into Kevin's stomach and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him tightly to him.

After a moment he stood and slowly unbuttoned Kevin's shirt and slipped it from his shoulders letting it drop in a puddle behind him. Kevin was not wearing a tee shirt, and Alan's hands moved over his shoulders and down his chest and stomach. As his fingers fumbled with the button on the waistband of the khakis and undid it, Kevin stopped him with his hands and pulled Alan's rugby shirt over his head. His arms went around him and stroked the bare skin of his back and his clothed buttocks. Alan pressed forward and kissed him, then stepped back.

Alan's fingers again found Kevin's fly and unzipped it. Kevin's trousers fell to the floor around his feet, and he stepped out of them. Alan stooped and pulled his loafers and socks from his feet. He stepped back and looked. Kevin stood before him clad only in his low-rise jockey briefs. His graceful body, clear, rosy tan skin, a line of blond hair rising out of the briefs and running up the center of Kevin's stomach to just above his navel. Alan took in the bulging crotch of Kevin's briefs, and he thought that he could see the outline of Kevin's magnificent cock beneath the thin cotton jersey.

Kevin undid Alan's jeans, pulled them to his knees, and pushed him back into a sitting position on the edge of the bed. He knelt and pulled Alan's sneakers and socks from his feet, and then he pulled the jeans over his feet and tossed them to a nearby chair. Kevin's fingers lightly touched the confined genitals concealed in the pouch of his briefs. Alan felt his own cock stir and begin to stiffen.

"No. Wait." Alan stood up and walked over to his own bed and threw the spread back over the foot of the frame. He came back to Kevin and slowly drew his jockey briefs down to and over his feet. He stood and removed his own briefs. They stood, thus, face to face and drunk in each other's body with their eyes. Alan stepped closer and embraced Kevin pulling his body tightly against him. Although he was slightly taller, Kevin's legs were somewhat longer, and their genitals were approximately the same distance from the floor. They ground their pelvises against each other, their cocks swinging, bumping, stroking and ultimately caressing one another. Alan kissed him, opening his lips, and Kevin returned the kiss with open mouth and searching tongue.

Kevin's hands were on his ass, squeezing and stroking. He moved his own hands lower on Kevin's back, stroking the firm, meaty buttocks and squeezing softly. He wanted to feel like the other night and lifted Kevin a few inches from the floor. "Wrap your legs around me," Alan whispered. Kevin put his arms around his neck, and Alan felt him spread his legs and, holding on to Alan's neck, he lifted his legs and locked them behind Alan's buttocks. Alan looked down between their bodies and saw Kevin's cock and swollen testicles against his soft, curling pubic hair. Kevin was more than half hard. Alan placed his hands on the taut buttocks and lifted and pulled Kevin against him. His own cock was hard, and the length of it was pressing into Kevin's spread cleft. Still holding Kevin, Alan walked awkwardly to his bed and lay Kevin against the head board, in a half-reclining, half-sitting position.

Alan sat on the edge of the bed and placed the notch of his thumb and hand around the base of Kevin's large, almost erect cock and cupped and stroked his testicles with the other three fingers. He leaned forward and kissed Kevin deeply again and then moved his lips down to his neck and shoulders and chest. He kissed and licked Kevin's hard nipples and slipped lower to his stomach, kissing his navel and running his tongue around the indention. Lower still, and his lips were in the soft, curling blond pubic thatch. He inhaled Kevin's musky, male scent with a sigh of satisfaction. Reaching down he coaxed Kevin's legs apart and crawled between them.

Poised above the now fully erect cock, he continued to hold it in the circle of his thumb and forefinger. As had Kevin two nights earlier, Alan glanced up at Kevin, and Kevin, belatedly remembering Alan's nod of assent, gave the same returning assent to Alan. Alan licked the dewdrop of semen from the opening at the tip of Kevin's cock and raised his head savoring the salty sweetness. He looked at the swelling flesh of Kevin's cock, the most perfectly shaped Alan had ever seen, the small veins faintly visible beneath the soft sheathing skin. He opened his lips widely and lowered his head, enclosing the smooth head of his cock in his mouth and licking the expanse of sensitive skin in wet, circular motions and softly across the highly sensitive lips of the opening at the tip of his cock.

His lips slid lower and his tongue stroked firmly the hard ridge of channeling on the underside of the large shaft. He could take no more than three-fourths its length into his mouth, and drew back to the smooth, swollen head of Kevin's cock, sucking firmly and licking wetly. Kevin was watching closely as the encircling mouth slid down his hard, glisteningly wet shaft, this time to within an inch of the base. As Alan slid back up its length, licked and sank down the hard flesh again, Kevin involuntarily flexed his buttocks, thrusting himself slightly into Alan's mouth. This time he could feel Alan's nose and lips pressing firmly into his pubic hair and pelvic mound. He moved his hands to Alan's head and stroked his hair before grasping two handfuls of the dark curls.

Like Kevin, Alan was amazed at how much he enjoyed what he was doing, the feel of the hard cock in his mouth, against his tongue and the smooth cockhead pressing into the back of his mouth and throat. When he succeeded in capturing the whole length into his oral cavity, he felt proud, and when he felt Kevin's hands in his hair and his hips thrusting in synchronous, contrapuntal rhythm to the movements of his head, he grew more aroused and sucked and licked with greater abandon. After a few minutes--all too soon, they both thought--Kevin felt an ache in his loins, and Alan felt the cock between his lips harden and throb more insistently and prepared himself for what he knew was coming.

"Ahh! Al, I'm coming. I can feel it coming. Alan, I can't stop it. Please stop it, Al. No! Don't stop! Keep sucking hard. Yeah, like that! Suck my cock! Get ready! Are you ready? Ughh! Unghh! Yeah, I'm coming!"

The large cock spasmed and jerked against Alan's tongue and he felt a jet stream of hot, spurting come splash against the back of his mouth and flood his stroking tongue in a seemingly never-ending ejaculation. It had a rich taste - slightly salty and slightly sweet with a protein laden flavor. It was like nectar! Alan moaned softly in serendipitous fulfillment as he swallowed rapidly and sucked harder, stroking Kevin's stomach and pubic hair with one hand and stroking and gently squeezing his smooth, hairless testicles with the other. Alan sucked him dry and continued to nurse on the softening flesh, now fully enclosed and being gently laved and massaged with Alan's greedy tongue. Finally, he allowed it to slip from his lips with a wet sound of released suction. He rolled over and lay on his back next to Kevin, his cheek against Kevin's naked hip.

"Ahhh, Al, that was good - great! But don't get too relaxed, because I want you in me, too!"

Ben walked into the room, shaking his head puzzled.

"What's wrong?" David saw the tiny vertical line between Ben's eyes and the shake of his head.

Ben continued to shake his head in bafflement, frowning. "That's the third or fourth time in the last couple of weeks that I've gone down the hall to Al's and Kev's room and the doors been locked. They've been inside every time, and every time they've had a reason not to come to the door. 'I'm in the john,' Al yelled a minute ago. Last time it was 'Al's got ear plugs in and is studying. I'm under threat of death if I let anyone in.' I'm beginning to think its me they don't want to see. I can't understand it. I don't think I've done anything, and we've all been best buddies since day one."

David looked at Ben quietly, again noting despite himself how good-looking he was in his blue-eyed Nordic blondness, standing there in his blue oxford cloth shorts and flip-flops. David reassured him quietly, "I'm positive its not you, Ben. Its happened to me once, too, and to Scott at the other end of the hall. Probably just got behind on the books and are having to cram to catch up."

David knew he was lying and had a pretty good idea what was going on behind the locked door. He'd opened the door and come into the room the one time they'd not locked it. It was a couple weeks ago about eleven o'clock. He'd seen them stagger in and shut the door behind them. A few minutes later, he'd opened the door without knocking and had seen Kev sucking Alan's cock and Alan with his eyes closed in beatific ecstasy, his hands holding handfuls of Kevin's hair and his hips thrusting back and forth in lustful abandon as his cock slid in and out of Kevin's sucking mouth. His own thoughts caused him to loose his train of thought and his cock stirred at the memory. He shook his head to clear the remembered images from his mind.

"Don't give it another thought, old buddy." David got up from his desk wearing only his low-cut white briefs, and began doing push-ups to distract his body's reaction to the memory.

Ben watched him with something more than mild curiosity. It had been a little bit of a problem at the beginning but was increasingly severe. David was one of the best looking guys Ben had ever seen, and he caught himself more and more watching him, admiringly, as he was now. David was probably . . . what? One-fourth black and, hmmm, five-eighths white, because Ben knew from an earlier conversation that he was one-eighth Cherokee. The combination had produced a striking appearance. It was obvious that he had negro blood. His darkness made that clear to any observer, although his black hair curled lightly rather than kinky. But his cheekbones were high and prominent, his nose long and straight, though slightly flaring at his nostrils, and his lips full but relatively thin for a quadroon. He was a basketball player and had a great athlete's body. Ben watched him, now, doing push-ups, back muscles dimpling, bunching and rippling with the movement. High, prominent buttocks, muscular legs and arms. He had very little body hair, a little on his legs and less on his arms. Ben remembered the many times he'd seen him completely naked. His pubic thatch was black and loosely curling above a really magnificent cock - not that it was all that huge, contrary to legend, but that it was large and extremely well shaped with a light reddish brown color and a full, rosy brown glans. He glanced now at the bulge in the David's briefs as he got up from his twenty-five push-ups and then looked quickly away lest he be discovered in his unseemly examination.

But David had not been ignorant of the examination. The erotic images of Kevin and Alan that had been haunting his thoughts and fantasies for two weeks impelled him now.

"I think I'll take a shower. You had yours tonight?"

"No. Wait a minute and I'll go down the hall with you."

They were the only ones on the floor in the communal shower. At one time it had been an open, eight head barracks style shower, but in recent years the school had erected partitions between the shower heads, leaving them still open in front. Ben went to one of the stalls, and David took the one opposite. He covertly watched Ben as he showered. He couldn't help wondering if it was his own African heritage that made Ben's difference so attractive. He had the healthy, slightly tanned northern European skin that David associated with his image of Vikings. His hair was just a little darker than white, and his pubic hair was just a little darker than that on his head. It grew to a peak in the middle and trailed an almost imperceptible thin line to just above his navel. Ben had a good, well proportioned body, although he was not really an athlete.

But Ben was conducting his own covert examination. As David soaped his genital area with his hands, Ben felt shame as he imagined his own hands doing the soaping, handling, squeezing and sliding over the fleshy cock, testicles and the lightly curling black hair of his pubes. As he genitals stirred, and his shaft began to lengthen, he turned his back to David to soap his front.

David looked at him from the rear. Meaty but very shapely ass, narrow waist flaring slightly to proportionately broader upper rib cage and shoulders. He had noticed his cock swelling slightly and thought he knew what had caused Ben to turn toward the wall.

Back in their room, David surreptitiously locked the door as he closed it, remembering how he'd walked in to see Kevin and Alan without their being aware of it the one time they'd not locked their door. David really didn't know if anything was going to happen and was not sure that he wanted anything to happen, but his preoccupation with the remembered images of Kevin and Alan had him highly sensitized to the possibilities.

David did not dress for bed but continued to move around the room naked, performing little preparatory tasks for sleep and for class the next day. Ben was anxious not to make a big thing of either his or David's nakedness, and so he followed suit and continued to do his little night time tasks without dressing as well.

David began to feel slightly predatory (although he was not sure to what end) as he continued to do little things to put pressure on Ben. At one point, as Ben was sitting naked at his study desk making a "to do" list, David walked over to show him a photograph of his younger brother that he'd found under a stack a papers. He stood directly in front of Ben as Ben looked at the photo of the good looking sixteen year old boy. Ben tried his best to appear unconcerned as he handled the photo, but his fingers trembled slightly. David was so close that he could smell the musky scent of his sexual maleness and see the individual hairs of his pubic area. The shaft of David's full, fleshy cock was extended but not at all stiff and his testicle sac hung as if full but nonetheless in relaxed looseness. Ben casually crossed his legs to conceal his lengthening cock.

Ben also moved about stretching to put things on shelves, stooping to retrieve items from the floor, lifting and leaning. Once when he picked up a heavy box to move it, David took note of his back and shoulder muscles bunching and dimpling and his stomach muscles as they flexed to reveal a rippling structure. The light blond hair of his pubic area was tightly curled but looked as soft as mohair. The circumcised head of his cock was a pink fleshy color, only slightly darker than the skin of shaft.

David asked Ben to help him move his chest, and as they strained together, side by side, their naked hips and thighs brushed together.

Again, as they were listening to a late night talk show discussing gays in the military, Ben asked David what he thought of the subject.

"Hell, I don't know. I do know that I don't go along with gay bashing. They make their own choices and have that right, at least socially and politically, and I think what they decide to do sexually is their own business and everyone else ought to leave them alone." Ben looked at him with solemn curiosity as he talked and nodded his head in slow agreement.

Finally, they'd delayed things until after midnight and it was time to go to bed. Ben put on his robe to go down the hall to the water fountain and was curious to find the door locked when he left the room. When he returned, he quietly turned the latch to relock it before shutting it behind him.

Both David and Ben were restless after turning out the lights. They continued to talk awhile in the darkness. As their conversation dwindled, both of them continued to turn restlessly in their beds. Finally, after about an hour, David fell into a fitful sleep in which he dreamed about Kevin and Alan and what he'd seen. He was awakened at about two thirty, he'd guess, by a warm hand on his bare shoulder.

"Dave?"

It was Ben. "Yeah, Ben?"

"I can't sleep. I don't know what's wrong. I can't sleep and I can't stay in bed. I think I'm horny."

"Yeah? Me, too." His voice bespoke his curiosity at what was expected of him.

"Uh, yeah, but, uh, what has me sort of keyed up is, uh . . . you."

David considered this silently for a few moments, and then gambling that he understood, he reached over and turned on his bedside lamp to its dimmest setting. He looked solemnly and speculatively at Ben standing next to his bed in boxer shorts. Silently, he raised the corner of his sheet in invitation.

Ben hesitated a moment and then quietly slid in beside him, touching him alongside the entire length of the right side of his body before turning slightly in place to his left side. Leaning on his left elbow, Ben propped his head in his left hand and looked at Dave almost fearfully. David turned his head and returned his look, curiously, almost noncommittally.

Hesitantly, Ben's right hand moved under the sheet to David's left hip. David did not stiffen or move away, and, encouraged, Ben's hand slid softly across the oxford fabric of David's boxers to the bulge of his genitals. Still David did not move away. Ben squeezed slightly and felt David's penis stir ever so slightly. Hesitantly, hopefully, he moved his hand to the opening of the boxers and slid it into the opening. He felt the pleasant raspy coarseness of David's pubic hair as it scratched his palm. Gingerly, almost fearfully, he moved his hand lower to the bare skin of David's genitals. He lay his hand on David's cock, grasped it and squeezed softly. Keeping his grasp on the round tube of flesh with his thumb and forefinger, he moved the last three fingers of his hand to David's testicles, stroking them and then cupping and squeezing them softly.

He could feel David's cock swelling and stiffening. As it lengthened, he grasped it with all five fingers and pulled it through the opening in the boxers. He suddenly sat up and crossed his legs Indian fashion, facing David's hips. His movement caused the sheet to fall back and bunch around David's hips, and he tossed it over the foot of the bed. He drank in with his eyes what was unveiled - David's light cafe au lait skin and the rippling stomach muscles, his firm, fleshy pectorals, his long athletic legs, but most of all the rapidly hardening cock in the grasp of his own hand.

He suddenly felt an urgency to see more. Releasing David's cock from his grasp, he tugged at the boxers. David raised his hips from the bed and they slid down his legs. As he leaned to pull them over his feet, David said, "You, too." Ben stopped and looked at David. David's eyes were heavy with desire, too. Ben got off the bed, removed David's boxers and slid his own to the floor. Ben resumed his cross legged position at David's left hip and visually feasted. Strangely, Ben could see David's bathing suit marks where the skin of his pelvic region was almost imperceptibly lighter than his torso and upper thighs.

But it was the beautiful dark tan cock, bulging scrotum and curling black pubic hair that held his attention. With his right hand, he squeezed the pouch of testicles softly while, with his left, he ran his fingers through the pubic hair. Completing his byplay, he grasped the half erect penis in his right hand again and began to move it in a masturbating motion up and down. David's cock quickly became rampantly erect.

"Ahhh, yes," Ben sighed softly, "this is what I have wanted to do." David's cock was warm in his hand, and he could feel its palpitations as his own hand stroked rhythmically. He felt a touch high on his thigh. He looked down at the dark hand sliding across his much paler skin. He was, by this time, fully erect. David scooted down in the bed slightly so that he could reach the pale, swollen cock. Ben looked down at David's hand alternately grasping, squeezing and stroking his cock. He looked at David, hopefully, gratefully, and David looked at him solemnly and nodded. "Yeah, Ben. Me, too."

Suddenly David half set up, released Ben's still rising shaft, put his hand on his far shoulder and pulled him back into a reclining position beside him. They lay facing one another, their hands stroking each other's hips and pelvic area. David, almost fearfully, leaned forward and approached Ben's lips with his own. Ben was stiff and unresponsive at the first touch, and David almost drew back, but then Ben's lips yielded and returned the pressure. Ben opened his lips against David's and tentatively touched the closure with his tongue. David immediately opened his own lips to the request for admittance, and Ben's tongue slid into his mouth where his and David's tongues stroked one another as they continued to kiss deeply. Ben slid closer to David and put his arm around him, stroking his firm, fleshy butt urgently. He felt David's hand sliding down his rib cage and behind him to find its destination on his own ass. Their bodies were now molded to one another from chest to knee as they continued to kiss passionately.

Ben felt an unnameable urge as they kissed, but before he could act upon it, David's lips broke from his, and David rolled him to his back and lay on top of him. Ben felt David's erection against his own, and then David was rapidly sliding down his body, kissing and nipping lightly as he slid between his legs. David's lips were pressed against the softly curling blond hair of his pubis, and then they were poised above his hard, throbbing cock. David looked at him questioningly, and Ben responded eagerly, "Yes, Dave, yes! And then me, you."

David placed his lips over the smooth, gleaming helmet of Ben's glans penis and licked in warm, wet circular motions around and over its sensitive skin. Ben watched as David slid his lips lower and lower until his cock was buried in David's mouth, and David's lips and nose were pressed into his pubic hair. The feel of David's tongue as it stroked up and down on the throbbing tube on the underside of Ben's cock was exquisite. His hands went to David's head and grasped two handfuls of tight curls.

David was almost dizzy with fulfillment. What had been troubling his mind and making his body restless for days was almost complete. Ben's beautiful white cock throbbed against his stroking tongue and his cockhead pressed into the back of his mouth. He slid his lips up the now saliva slick shaft and licked lingeringly over the entire surface of the head and then moved his lips back down. Ben thrust with his hips and aided the full penetration. Soon their rhythm was established as David's lips and tongue stroked up and down and Ben's hips thrust slightly in and out. The unnamed longing that had filled Ben all night had attacked his endurance, and after just a few minutes, he felt a slight aching jab in his loins and his cock lengthened and hardened. David was alerted by Ben's deeper thrust and his tightened grasp on his hair.

"Dave! I-I'm coming. Can't take it out. Can't stop it! Can't hold it! Yes! Here it comes! Aaghh!"

David heard Ben's words with anticipation and dread, never having done it before. He sucked with greater abandon and felt Ben's cock spasm and begin jerking and his mouth was filled with a forceful, pulsating stream of hot semen. David swallowed rapidly, savoring the salty sweet taste, and after the orgasm was finished, he continued to suck and lick, receiving the last traces of the ejaculation, until Ben's cock softened in his mouth. He released it from his lips with the soft, wet slurping sound of released suction.

No sooner had he released Ben's cock from his lips than Ben was pulling him up beside him, kissing him deeply and tasting his own come in David's mouth. Without preamble but with intense urgency, Ben crawled between David's thighs, looked longingly at David's hard flesh and covered the engorged cockhead with his lips. He licked the broad cockhead wetly and thoroughly and slid his lips down the shaft, stroking the underside with tongue and lips. He pressed his nose and lips into David's pubes and inhaled the musky male odor he'd smelled earlier tonight and that had acted as an aphrodisiac upon him the remainder of the night.

David watched as Ben's lips slid up his wetly gleaming cock. There was a time that David would have believed that he would feel triumphant at the sight of the blond head in his lap, avidly sucking his milk chocolate flesh, but those concerns were far from his mind now. His dark tan hand was combing through Ben's blond curls, and his hips were gently thrusting in and out Ben's lips as Ben rode the hard cock up and down against his tongue and gliding lips.

Ben loved it. He had not imagined this earlier, thinking that he was looking for only tactile contact with his hands, but now he knew what he had wanted for months now. David's hard cock sliding between his lips and against his stroking tongue, filling him, satisfying some deep yearning heretofore unacknowledged!

He felt David's cock harden and press into the back of his mouth. First, it throbbed insistently, then spasmed and then began to jerk in his mouth.

"Unghh! Ben, I coming! Big load!"

Ben's mouth was flooded a copious, spurting stream of hot, salty sweet come which he swallowed rapidly and savored in his mouth. David felt hot tears on his skin and pubic area as Ben wept in fulfillment.

Afterwards, David asked him, "Were you crying? Did I hurt you?"

"N-no. It was just so wonderful. I loved it. All of it!"

"Me, too. Ben, just tell me though! Was your chocolate milk shake as good as my vanilla milk shake?"

Ben laughed and hugged him tightly before kissing him deeply. "Better. I'm sure it was better."

FIVE

That night as Ben and David were exploring new dimensions of their relationship, so were Alan and Kevin.

They had explored almost every realm of their new sexual relationship and had come to realize that it was important to complete an understanding of the possibilities into which they entered in order that they could put it into the perspective of something to be developed more slowly and understandingly. At this time, however, they had difficulty in focusing on anything other each other and what they were doing together.

"I'm afraid people may have begun to start wondering about us," Kevin said as they sent Ben from their locked door. "That's the third time he's been down here this week and found the door locked."

They were in bed, naked of course, and had just completed the act of mutual fellatio to which the French had given the descriptive name of "soixante-neuf." Now as they kissed one another deeply each of them tasted their own semen mixed with the other's as their tongues stroked.

"I know. I'm sorry about Ben. He's a good friend. Dave, too. Maybe we need to plan something with them to reestablish contact. Supper tomorrow night?" Tomorrow was Friday and that would give them opportunity for a long leisurely dinner and night out since they could sleep late Saturday morning.

They got up and slipped on tee shirts and sweatpants and hit their books for about three hours. They heard the sounds of dormitory life diminish as the hours became late. Kevin got up to go down the hall to the water fountain. He was shaking his head in puzzled questioning when he returned.

"I saw light coming from beneath the door of Ben's and David's room and stopped to ask them about dinner tomorrow night, but their door was locked."

"Well, Kev, we lock our door, too."

Kevin smiled at Alan. "Yeah, but that's different. We're . . ." He stopped suddenly, and he and Alan raised their eyebrows to one another in sudden speculation.

As they got ready for bed, they went about the ritual that had become almost habitual over the last two weeks - that of disrobing one another. They invariably ended up, if not actually engaging in sex, in kissing deeply and stroking in hidden places. Tonight, as Alan stroked his butt while they kissed, Kevin felt Alan's fingers between his cleft. He bucked slightly against the inquiring fingers, and something that had been in his mind for several days came to fruition in purposeful intent. As Alan's hand continued to explore and brush across his anus, he grasped and stroked Alan's penis to an erection. Kevin broke away from their embrace.

"Alan, I want to try something new. You interested?"

Alan, of course, was interested, and he looked questioningly at Kevin. Kevin went into the half-bath and returned with a tube of vaseline in his hand. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Will you?"

Alan's cock became more erect at the thought, but he was doubtful. "Kevin, I . . . Won't I hurt you?"

"I don't think so. Not much anyway. It couldn't be all that much different from a girl losing her virginity. People do it a lot, I understand."

"Well, okay. If you're sure."

Kevin spread the lubricating gel on Alan's cock generously and then got to his knees and elbows on his bed. Alan got into position behind him. He watched what he was doing closely as he took a generous amount of the gel on his fingers and spread it around and into the pink puckered area of Kevin's sphincter.

Kevin felt the heat of Alan's cock as it approached his ass and intruded in the spread cleft of his buttocks. Alan's cockhead pressed against the sphincter. "Are you sure, Kev?" Alan asked. Kevin's only answer was to rock back slight and increase the pressure of imminent entry. Alan pressed forward, and surprisingly, as Kevin relaxed the muscles of his tight sphincter, his cock slid rather easily into the tight warmth of Kevin's ass. His full entry was effected in one slow stroke and he hesitated as his pubic hair crushed against the smooth skin of Kevin's buttocks.

Kevin had grunted slightly at the unfamiliar feeling of being filled from the rear and the slight pain of initial entry. But with Alan fully buried in him, he rocked back and forth slightly, groaning softly with increasing pleasure. "Fuck me, Alan. It feels sooo goood! Fuck me!"

Alan withdrew to his glans and slid back in fully. Kevin's sphincter muscle squeezed and relaxed, stimulating Alan's cock with intense physical pleasure. He began a rhythmical thrusting in and out and Kevin rocked back and forth in contrapuntal synchronization. As the pleasure became even more intense, Alan leaned forward and kissed Kevin's back, continuing to thrust. He reached under Kevin's kneeling body and stroked his stomach and pubic area. He fancied he could feel his cock filling Kevin but knew it was probably only the spasmodic tightening of Kevin's stomach muscles in rhythm with the thrusts inward. He grasped and stroked Kevin's cock.

The pleasure increased and Alan felt his cock harden and the familiar increase of the ache of pressure in his loins. "I'm coming, Kev. Oh, baby! Am I ever coming!" He thrust forward, burying himself deeply in Kevin's warmth, and stiffened as he cock began to jerk and pump a copious, pulsating stream of come in Kevin's bowels. Kevin felt his insides being filled with warmth as Alan ejaculated and wiggled his buttocks against Alan encouraging even more. As Alan completed his ejaculation, Kevin dropped flat to his stomach on the bed, Alan atop him, his softening cock still buried, and they lay thus for several minutes as they regained their breathing, pulse and sexual equilibrium.

"Uhmmm-umm, good," Kevin moaned softly in satiated satisfaction.

"Yeah," Alan agreed, kissing the back of Kevin's neck. "Uh, Kev?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh, do you, uh, think you can, uh, do me tonight? Or do I have to wait?"

"Oh, I think I can manage."

And so he could. A few minutes later, as Alan spread the lubricant, on Kevin's hard penis, he almost had second thoughts. Kevin was enough larger that he had some concern for the possibility of physical pain, but his desire to experience what Kevin had experienced and to bring to Kevin the same intense pleasure that Kevin had given him was so great that he suppressed his trepidation. As he assumed his position on hands and elbows and Kevin spread the vaseline in his crevice and around his sphincter, however, Kevin himself expressed some fear.

"Look, Alan, I-I'm maybe a little bit too big. I don't want to hurt you."

"Please, Kev, I want it."

Kevin placed himself between Alan's legs and guided his large, hard cock to what now appeared to be a tiny opening. At the entrance, he hesitated and then gently thrust forward. There was resistance and he stopped.

"No, Kevin. Please! Do it. I want it."

Kevin thrust with more force and succeeded in making entry. "Unghh!" Alan grunted, and Kevin stopped again. "No, no. Please. I'm okay," Alan pleaded. Kevin pressed, and now that the entry was made, his hard penis slid in much more easily. Alan's ring of sphincter muscle tightened and relaxed spasmodically, bringing intense pleasure to Kevin. Alan was making sounds of mixed discomfort and pleasure. "Ungh! Ohhh. Yes! Ungh! All of it, Kev. I want all of your beautiful cock inside me! Ungh! Oh, yeahhh." Finally Kevin was fully imbedded. They began the same rhythm of thrusting and rocking, as Kevin fucked Alan with more and more abandon and Alan eagerly received it with as much abandon. Kevin was now over Alan's back, embracing his waist and chest, his hands moving rapidly over the chest and nipples and stomach and pubis of his lover as he thrust back and forth with increasing speed and force and his cock sliding in and out of the tight enclosure as Alan's sphincter muscle alternately tightened and relaxed massaging his hardness to the point of almost unbearable ecstasy. He held back his orgasm as long as possible in order to prolong the experience. Alan was now almost babbling, "Oh, oh, oh. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, baby, your filling me up. Fill me up. Oh, ahhh. Kevin, I love it! I love your cock in me! Fuck me. Ohhh, Kev, fuck me!"

Finally, Kevin could hold back no longer. His cock stiffened and seemed to swell, and he felt a familiar jabbing ache in his loins. As he rammed his rock hard penis into Alan's rectum, his semen, so long under the pressure of his delay, shot forth into Alan in forceful spurts.

"Ahhhh, Al there it is. I'm coming."

"Yes! Yes! I can feel it splashing hot inside me. Ohhhh! I want your come in me! Ahhh, Kev you're filling me up."

Finally, the ejaculation was complete and Kevin withdrew and held Alan in arms as Alan kissed him in passionate fulfillment. During the night, however, they both felt their sheets becoming wet with semen and got up and showered together, washing the come from one another's buttocks, genitals and thighs.

Six

Kevin was in the cafeteria eating breakfast with Kyle Bishop, one of the dorm jocks, and waiting for Alan before having his second cup of coffee. He saw Alan enter the cafeteria, look around and give him a wave before heading over. As he approached, Kevin possessively took note of his dark haired handsomeness, sultry brown eyes, clear skin and his athletic physiques. He remembered their love-making the night before and was stunned by the sudden wave of tenderness that washed over him. He had to remember where he was in order to restrain himself from getting up and meeting him with an embrace and kiss.

Alan approached with a carefully slow, rolling gate. Kyle grinned at him, "Whatsa matter, Al? You walk like you've got a corn cob up your ass."

Alan smiled superficially at him. "Well, not exactly a corn cob, Kyle. But how did you know what that was like? Is this something you do often with corn cobs?"

Kyle laughed in appreciation, and Kevin couldn't stop himself from joining in, as much because of how closely Kyle had come to the truth as for Alan's wit. After Kyle had left them and Alan had gotten his breakfast, Kevin whispered, "I'm sore, too. I could hardly walk at first this morning."

"There's only solution," Alan whispered back. "Practice! What say we skip class and go back to the room."

"Love to, but can't. I'm game for a nooner though."

"Noon it is. Did you see David or Ben about supper?"

"Yeah. Its on. Seven o'clock. That okay?"

"Yeah. That'll give us about six hours."

"Braggart!"

"Not bragging, just stating facts."

They did, in fact, spend about two hours in slow, leisurely sexual petting and foreplay and then comfortably and slowly fucked each other in the ass before taking a couple of hours' nap.

They drove over to Lyme in Kevin's Mercedes. One of the principal's in a large New York investment banking firm had been the best friend of Kevin's father and had given him a key to his lodge and asked to him to check on it periodically.

"He comes up for a month in the summer and couple of times to ski in the winter. Someone does all the yard work and house maintenance, but Walt wanted someone he knew to check on things."

Kevin's mother and father had been killed in a plane crash when he was eleven, and there was only a very elderly, remote grandmother. Kevin was the sole beneficiary of a trust fund valued at over a two hundred million dollars of a Fortune 100 company's common stock and half again as much in other investments, and, since he had few demands upon it, it kept growing in value at the rate of about seven and a half million a year. In fact all of them except Ben were from wealthy families. Alan's father was the managing partner of one of the major New York law firms, and David's mother was an enormously popular singer and actress. David's father had been a quarter Cherokee, a quarter black, half white pro football star who had killed himself within a year after his career was ended by a mangled knee. Ben's father was a country doctor in North Carolina, and in other company he doubtless would have been considered well off.

After an excellent meal at the Lyme Inn, they drove a few miles into the New Hampshire mountains to the lodge of Kevin's godfather. It was pseudo rustic with all the amenities - large great room with fireplace and bar, three bedrooms with king-sized beds and private baths, a large gourmet kitchen and dining area, a swimming pool and a quaint gazebo with hot tub.

"I've come up a couple of Saturdays to study during finals but really haven't been here much otherwise. Really should though. Its real nice and I have an open okay to use it anytime I like."

They toured the house and grounds. The pool was closed, but they discovered that the hot tub was active.

Alan said, "I sure wouldn't mind sitting in that hot tub for a while."

Kevin looked at him quickly and grinned. "Me, either. Want to give it a try? It should only take about half an hour for it to get hot."

"I'm game," David answered, and Ben nodded. Kevin turned the heater on and they returned to the house. A fire was set, and Kevin turned on the starter. It was soon burning cozily.

"Look. If you guys would like, we can stay here tonight instead of going back to the dorm, especially since tomorrow's Saturday and no classes. I'll drive down to Lyme to the convenience store and get some eggs and bacon and stuff for breakfast."

David and Ben shot each other quick inquiring looks and nodded in assent together.

Kevin led Ben and David to one of the large bedrooms which would be theirs for the night. Kevin checked the sheets and found the bed fully dressed with fresh sheets and blankets. He and Alan checked out the master bedroom and found it also prepared for guests. In the master bedroom, there was a big entertainment center with a giant screen TV and a locked cabinet beneath it. Kevin tried the small key on the ring his dad's friend had given him. The cabinet was stocked with a large collection of videocassettes, most of them apparently pornographic.

"Hey guys! I think we've found some entertainment. We'll take a watch when I get back, okay."

Alan wanted to ride down with him in case there was any difficulty on the mountain road. On the way back after stocking up on groceries, Kevin said wistfully, "This is great. I wish it were just you and I, though."

"We'll be able to do anything we want tonight, Al."

"Yeah, but I'd like to do the hot tub without clothes. Sure would help my tender ass hole."

"Hmmm. That's right. Look, I don't see why we shouldn't. They're guys and they're our friends."

"Yeah," Alan muttered, "but can I keep my hands off you and my dick soft?"

The hot tub was ready when they returned. They stored the groceries, and Kevin turned to David and Ben, "Look none of us have any trunks, so if its just the same to you, we'll do the hot tub in the skinny."

David and Ben looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

As they undressed in their room, Alan said to Kevin, "Have you noticed how David and Ben glance each other and cue each other on every decision that's been made tonight?"

"You and I do the same thing, Al."

"Yeah, now. But I don't think we did before we were . . ."

"Lovers?" Kevin asked when Al hesitated. "That's okay, Alan. That's how I think of us, too. I have to keep reminding myself to say 'roommate' and 'best friend' to other people."

"Am I your best friend, Kev?"

"You have been since about a week after we started rooming together. That's . . . that's part of what makes all this so complete. But, look, Al, I've been wondering. Do you think Dave and Ben are, uh, you know, making it together? Like us?"

Alan was stopped short by the thought, but it made a lot of other things fit together. Their silent glances at one another. How solicitous they were of another. "You know, Kev, that may just be it."

"Let's watch them, Al, and see. Oh, I don't mean spy, but watch how they act with that thought in mind."

"Well, what's it to us if they are?"

"Nothing, really, but it may be handy information to have."

They met in the great room, towels wrapped around their waists. "We'd better run for hot tub, fellas," David said, "its really chilly out there."

They were in such a hurry to get into the swirling hot water that they barely had a chance to catch more than a glimpse of each other's nakedness, but once in the tub with its underwater lights, they fairly openly sized up everyone in the distortion of the clear bubbling water. The three white boys - or at least Kevin and Alan - were probably most intrigued by David's skin, the color of double cream milk chocolate, but they failed to understand that David found them unique as well. He was most impressed by Kevin's large penis, clearly the champ of the crowd.

Alan had tried several different positions but none were what he had hoped. Finally, he threw caution to the winds and spreading his legs and hooking his heels over the ledge, he placed his anus about six or eight inches from one of the jets. He smiled in satisfaction and nodded to Kevin who, shortly afterwards, took a similar position in front of another jet.

"What's with you guys?" Ben asked, "got the red ass about something?" He giggled at his own wit.

"Yeah, you might say that," Alan replied. "But, see here, you ought to try this. Its nice."

David and Ben, curious, tried it and smiled. "It is good," Ben conceded. "Kinda erotic, but it sure does feel good."

"Erotic? How so?" Kevin hadn't realized until that moment that it was.

"Oh, I don't know, but it just feels good." He looked at David inquiringly and smiled when David gave him a smile of agreement.

Afterwards, they all went back into the master bedroom, and Kevin displayed the erotic film collection. They were in their underwear, now, all white jockey briefs except David who sported white low slung, contour pouch bikinis. They took some cassettes to the bed and looked through them. They agreed on two cassettes and put one in. It was two guys and one girl, all very attractive. In their own minds, however, they were somewhat more interested in the guys and their genitals than in the woman. Most of the scenes were of various scenarios of two on one. In one, they lay in a circle and one guy ate the girl's pussy while she sucked the other guy's cock. The thing was that the other guy was sucking the first guy's cock. They were propped up four across the king sized bed, and Ben was the first to casually put a pillow in his lap.

Alan had been looking through the other cassettes they had brought from the cabinet, and when the first tape was done, he said, "Here's one that says 'Walt and Keith'. Let's look at that one." Kevin wanted to protest, but he acceded, feeling only a little bit ashamed at his invasion of his friend's privacy.

The "Walt" of the title was obviously Kevin's friend. The film had been shot in this very room. Keith was a young seventeen or eighteen year old. Kevin didn't tell anyone it was his second cousin, the grandson of his grandmother's brother. He watched curiously.

Walt and Keith came in the pool door in dripping wet swim trunks. Walt caught Keith by the arm and kissed him tenderly. Keith placed his hand down the front of Walt's swim trunks. Walt pulled the trunks down Keith's legs and he stepped out. Keith pulled Walt's trunks off, too, and they stood naked admiring each other. Both were well built although Walt was in his mid to late forties and had a few grey hairs. He sat Keith on the edge of the bed and brought the fresh, young penis to an erection by manipulation, and then he sucked him off to ejaculation. Keith then pulled Walt on to the bed and crawled between his legs and sucked Walt until he was rampantly erect. Then he withdrew and admired the beautiful cock, perhaps as large as Kevin's. He then sucked in earnest until Walt came in his mouth. They then lay on bed and kissed for a while, handling each other lovingly. There were zoom shots and the camera moved to various angles, so Kevin concluded that there had to have been a photographer. He'd thought at first that the camcorder was set up on a tri-pod.

As the movie concluded, they all had pillows in their laps. Ben's hand, however, had unobtrusively slid under David's pillow.

Kevin thought for a moment, then risked it. "You guys have got something going, haven't you?"

"No more than you and Alan," David replied. "Hell, Kevin, you and Alan have been living behind locked doors for a couple weeks. But there was one time you didn't lock your door. About two, two and a half weeks ago, you guys came in pissed. I came down twenty minutes or so afterwards and came in. The door wasn't locked. You guys need to be careful about that! Kevin, you were sucking Alan's cock with such concentration that you weren't aware of anything else. And, Alan, you were so close to ejaculation, the building could have fallen and you wouldn't have noticed."

Alan and Ben were both stunned, but Kevin remained calm. He even smiled a little.

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