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The Pro-Draft list was out on Friday as promised. It was alphabetical and did not in any way suggest ranking. I was on the list. So was Reg. (He had not told RCC that he was a candidate. And, I guess he had not disclosed to the selection committee that, although he was technically a senior, he was taking a fifth year, presumably with amateur status at Rice.) I received a personal email asking me to choose some dates for the in person interview in Los Angeles before December 20. Val insisted on popping a cork to celebrate. Then Geoff and I went off to shower for our planned evening with the guys. Of course, during the shower, he made it official and popped my cork—a very curious mixed metaphor, because he actually let me position him against the shower wall, where I stretched him out and plugged his opening with my long thick cork before I sprayed my fizz inside. So I was doing the popping and he was the one who was corked. Oh well, not every metaphor is perfect.
The evening with Sven and two other guys was pleasant. All were easy to talk with and Sven and Geoff were obviously close friends, trading “shop” stories. He told us that he had had a few dates with young ladies, but nothing had developed. So far, Geoff was apparently his only male partner. (Geoff could really spoil you for any other.) After a few drinks, the other two guys left, and I looked over at Geoff, who was watching Sven intently as Sven pitched a story about his EMT experiences. “So Sven, have you considered a more intimate evening with Geoff and me?”
Geoff looked surprised, but smiled and added, “We’d like that. But it has to be at your place since our house is full at the moment.”
“Sure. I even had the place cleaned today. So it’s presentable. I’m not sure where this is going. But, I have always enjoyed being with Geoff. And he obviously is into you, Chet. Maybe, it’s time to add another experience to my lifestyle.”
“I want you to know, Sven, that it will be first for me as well—and as far as I know for Geoff.”
“Yup. Me too.”
“Here’s to new experiences!”
None of us had drunk much at that point, so we decided we could take both cars to Sven’s condo which turned out to be in a mid-rise with views of Lake Travis, not far away. It was very well designed and furnished. Obviously someone professional had been involved, but it was definitely a masculine cave: comfortable leather, lots of wide screens, plush carpeting, not much art—but sports trophies, banners and framed jerseys (all Aggie). We arrived quickly with almost no traffic, left our shoes at the door, and went into the living space with all the LEDs. All of us started stripping.
“Geoff, the bedroom is through that door. I’ve got a king and a large LED in there. Can you find a porn channel to set the tone? I’ll get us some drinks. Shall we start with Tequila shots or do you want more beer?”
“Shots, please,” we called out simultaneously.
Geoff walked into the bedroom. I noticed that Sven’s and my eyes were glued to his fantastic ass muscles as he moved away. Sven looked at me, and asked, “Are all of Geoff’s partners packers? You’ve got a nice dick.”
We walked into the room. Geoff had found an on demand porn channel and selected “gay orgies” for a sub-category. An eight person session based around a California swimming pool appeared. The guys were good looking, tanned, athletic and all over each other. Multiple double penetrations were evident on several poolside chaises.
“Let me suggest something right off. If anyone feels uncomfortable about anything that is going down, the word is ‘Uncle’ and we stop and recess for another day.”
“Agreed.” Also, I know Chet and I are clean. I presume you are still being tested every week at the hospital. Se we don’t need protection.” “Okay.”
I noticed, of course, that, although Sven and I were very different body types—he was heavier and more muscled, we were about the same height and coloring, but my dick was longer and had more girth. But Sven really had a knock-out body. Geoff was the standout dark, taller figure with significantly larger equipment. Sven placed the shot glasses, a Tequila bottle and two large tubes of lube on the dresser.
“Sven, this is your place. You’re the master of the games.”
“No, I don’t think so. Not enough experience. Geoff, you do it. But you did promise me that I could fuck you next time. I’m going to hold you to that. I also wouldn’t mind doing Chet.”
“How many more guys have you promised could fuck you–next time?” I asked. Geoff smiled, but didn’t answer.
Instead he began, “We’ve got a few options. Serial sex or sandwich. What appeals?”
“Serial sex seems like normal sex—just more of it. Let’s try some more complex positions.”
Geoff went to the bed to lay down on his belly, spread eagle and arms stretched to the headboard. He pulled a pillow under his gut so his bubble presented nicely. Sven picked up the lube and began preparation as Geoff squirmed beneath his ministrations.
I reached behind Sven and applied some lube and probed his gateway as he bent over Geoff. It didn’t take long to open him. (Later he explained that he had been using a plug for several days in anticipation that Geoff would want a shot at his ass.)
When Geoff indicated he was ready, Sven began the process of working his thick pole into Geoff. When he reached bottom with Geoff moaning in pleasure, he stopped moving, so I aimed and began my own descent. My dick slipped right in and I tapped his P-spot a few times as he voiced several obscenities. We remained still for a few minutes as each of us began to feel the new experiences: Sven was tighter for me than Geoff; Sven was fucking a guy—not just any guy, but the sex god, Geoff, for the first time; Sven was fucking and being fucked simultaneously. Sven remarked, “You’ve both got to try this. The best feeling in the world. Being inside while someone is up to the hilt inside you. I feel like I’m a bit of a marionette with Chet working my controls—but a marionette with lots of feeling. I think the way this works is that Chet you pull back, I lift to follow, then both of us push forward. Maybe we need a nursery song for rhythm?”
I was on my knees and backed off, pulling out so only the head remained inside. Then Sven pushed up and withdrew while simultaneously impaling himself on my dick. “I’m not going to last guys. We should have taken the edge off first.”
“Actually we did, several times already today.”
“So you guys are already ahead of me.”
“So just go for it. Then we can decide what cums next.” So I gripped Sven’s hips and remained planted while he pistoned Geoff with me riding his ass and adding weight and thrust to his pushes. I could tell both were about to explode. So when Sven went deep and hosed Geoff’s gut with his hot cream, and Geoff shot into Sven’s fist, I started pumping, which prolonged Sven’s orgasmic spasms and brought on my own. Then we all collapsed on the bed with arms, hands, legs and dicks tangled and dripping with spunk. We all had had massive orgasms.
“Guys, you know that I’m the math/finance student. I just realized that there are at least 24 variations on what we just did. I don’t think I can handle more than a few. Let’s choose the next couple wisely.”