“Trav! Little spoon! Preppie-hot as always! Congrats on the new place.” he smacked my ass with one large baseball player hand.
“Thanks for bringing Thai food, Grif. I take it we are getting high?” his dark eyes radiated wicked fun as he pushed his tangled mane of dark hair back from his face with one hand.
“Hell yeah, stupid-high, but not until after supper, weed boy.” he laughed. I put the champers in the freezer for a quick cool down, and unpacked the take-away in my new kitchen. Anders showed Grif his afternoon’s work getting the flat settled.
“The champagne is from Caleb.” Grif said. “He would have joined us, but he is taking classes to become a certified arborist.”
“Wow. Champers from Caleb. Dude is so cool.” I was touched.
“Wish he could be here.” added Anders.
“Yeah, he got a big promotion with the university…’Assistant Director of Grounds & Greenspace’. I helped him with the application and we practiced interviewing, but he got in there and made it happen.” Grif shared.
I opened a bottle of champers; holding the cork and twisting the bottle just as Jasper had taught me. Some vintage Mason jars were apparently our only glassware at the moment, which all felt very Holly Golightly and me smile.
I raised my jar in a toast…”To Caleb, looking after our leafy green trees, and being hot as fuck while doing so!” We clinked our Mason jars.
“He told me ‘I like Trav ‘cuz even tho he was born on third base, he never acts like he just hit a homer’ “. Grif shared.
I was touched by Caleb yet again. “That sounds like Caleb. I went to HS with a lot of braying junior douche-bags, and I try hard not to be like them.”
“Griffin, you are staying the night with us. Young Trav here will be running the agenda of carnality. Cool?” Anders asked.
“Very cool.” giving us his wickedest grin. “I will have to slip out early, tho boys, I have an office meet with Dr. Atherton in Econ in the AM. Can’t go in there reeking of man sex with dried cum in my hair, even tho he might like that.”
“No worries, baseball boy, just as long as I get some middle spoon time between you two studs,” giving them my very own wickedest grin. “Let’s fucking eat some Thai food!”
We loaded the table with the take away cartons, plates, forks. I opened the other bottle from Caleb. We wolfed the food. Anders raised his Mason jar of champers; “to our first meal in our new home.”
“Damn straight!” Griffin said. “To Trav and Anders.”
We ate and drank and belched freely. “So great to sit and eat at an actual table.” Griffin said.
“Yeah, this used to be in the great room at the Richmond place, Vera got some new stuff from Restoration Hardware and it disappeared. She had it stashed away someplace. It is perfect in here.”
The three of us cleared the table, and I went into the bedroom to get out of my chinos, penny loafers and button down. Whew! Boxers and old tee. Now I could relax with my boys. Jose texted me:
JOSE: hey, Trav, congrats to you and Anders on getting your own flat off campus. you boys are meant to be together. sorry about last semester, I was an ass. forgive me?
I hesitated a moment, then deleted the text and blocked him. Anders was still real touchy about my Jose hook-ups last semester, and I would do nothing to hurt him like that again. Eyes on the prize, and I saw clearly now that my prize was Anders.
Back in the living room, Anders and Grif were kicked back in the orange chairs, finishing the champers right from the bottle. “Trav, all stripped down and comfy. You could just get naked for us.” Grif teased.
“Maybe later. If you boys are real lucky” I shot back.
“Oh, I am always lucky. Got me a new townie boy named Kyle, barely legal, and he can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.” Grif leered.
I laughed. “Flame on, you jocktard asshole! You’ll do time over that young stuff, mark my words.”
“Shut the fuck up you horn dogs, I’m tryin’ to find this movie.” Anders scoffed, a remote in each hand, concentrating, the tip of his broad pink tongue sticking out over his full velvet lips, a look that still stopped time for me.
The champers was done, and I fetched three cold green bottles of Rock, as we settled in to watch ‘Sunset Blvd.’ Grif lit a spliff and we passed it, the weed strong and funky, yet perfect for watching the wild-eyed crazy of Norma Desmond. “Damn Grif, this weed is like dipped in voodoo or something.” Anders said, his handsome mug already relaxed into stoned cute boy mode, blissed out crooked grin.
“No voodoo here, wrestler boy.” Grif shrugged.
We finished the spliff and the movie. Anders darkened the screen, got up and started doing some sexy dancey-dance moves, kinda slow and lithe, stripper moves. The dirty wife beater came off, he balled it and tossed it to me. Grif gave a lusty wolf whistle, his right hand down the front of his sweats, feeling his junk. The top button on Anders’ Levi’s was open, the fly getting lower, and lower still.
He wore a classic off white Bike jockstrap under the jeans, which had me transfixed the more of it we got to see as the jeans came down. I leaned into Grif and whispered, “you have to get more of this weed..I’ve never seen him like this.”
“Yeah, nice huh? Wholesome farm boy goes slutty stripper.” Grif laughed.
Anders continued his chunky beefy dance moves, muscles working in his back and shoulders, dancing his way towards the bedroom. Grif got up to to follow, and since I already had one hand deep in Griffin’s sweats, I kinda’ had to follow too.
Still in his jock, Anders stood by the bed. I dropped to my knees and Grif joined me. We just looked up at him, beefy muscled varsity wrestler bro, rug of dirty blond fur from collar bone to Bike. No wonder his teammates called him ‘Thor’.
One big Anders hand started to rub the pouch of his jock, thick maleness still contained. Grif and I pulled off our clothes in near frenzy, returning to our knees in front of him. I reached up and felt Anders’ full jock pouch, his dick hard and stretching the mesh. I slowly pulled the pouch to one side, freeing his 7″ of thick girthy pudd, the heavy Nordic foreskin already back from his blunt pink glans, shining with fresh pre-cum.
I offered Anders’ thick erection to Grif, and he eagerly went down, giving his slow suck. Anders moaned with pleasure. I went in from the side and licked his balls while Grif sucked his dick. He was un-showered after working all day on the move in, and his Anders scent was thick with male funk. I inhaled freely, my own 7.5″ cut blond cock getting rock hard.
Grif moved off his dick and offered it to me to suck, and I went down, using my tongue to move the foreskin over his blunt glans. Another moan, one big jock hand gentle on the back of my head, guiding me, owning me as his suck boy. Griffin had moved to the backdoor, face deep in Anders’ beefy wrestler ass, moaning as he tongued the pink slot I knew so well. Anders was giving grunts of male pleasure at being orally worshiped, front and back.
“Whoa, don’t make me cum boys.” he pulled back.
“What would you like Trav? We’ll do whatever you want, swimmer boy.” Anders growled, Grif nodding his agreement.