A gay story: Per Anum Ch. 12: Reunion -NICK-
I straightened my clothes, took a deep breath, and approached the apartment door. I was still half-convinced this was a bad idea, but when had I ever let that stop me before? I raised a hand to knock, and twitched back in surprise when the door opened before I could touch it. A man stood within, caught equally off-guard. He stared at me through the open door, shocked into stillness.
“Hi, Chris,” I said, and kissed him.
I hadn’t planned that, but he was right there, and it was Chris, and it just sort of happened. Feelings I’d thought long gone surged up without warning and before I could make a conscious choice my mouth was pressed to his. He remained frozen for a moment, but suddenly he was kissing me back, his arms sliding around my waist to pull me tighter against him.
I would’ve expected kissing him again to be just like before, but it wasn’t. Back then, he’d always been tentative about engaging physically with me; sort of uncertain, even hesitant until I got him revved up enough that hormones beat logic. Clearly, he’d done some growing up in the decade-plus since I’d last seen him. Not only had he filled out a lot, his frame broad and densely muscled compared to the slender teen I remembered, but his manner had changed as well. Gone was the hesitation and uncertainty. Once he got over the shock, he gave as good as he got, his tongue dueling mine as he crushed my body against his.
A throat cleared behind Chris, and he jerked away from me as we came back to ourselves. I let him go, and we took an awkward step apart, unable to quite meet each other’s eyes. What the hell had I been thinking, kissing him like that out of nowhere?
…then again, he had kissed me back.
The man behind Chris was tall and lean, six feet plus of graceful poise and wiry muscle, with a chiseled jaw and killer cheekbones. Figures Chris would have good taste–he’d started with me, after all. The other man fortunately looked more amused than anything, one sardonic eyebrow raised as he regarded us.
“Uh, Greg,” said Chris, glancing back at the man but not quite meeting his eyes either, “Meet Nick, an…old friend of mine. Nick, this is Greg.”
“Hi, Greg!” I said cheerfully, giving him a friendly wave. “Old friend, high school sweetheart, virginal deflowerer…whichever term you’d prefer is fine.”
“Nick!” Chris hissed, but Greg just laughed. It was a husky, throaty thing, that laugh, alluring to the point of being distracting.
“Delighted to meet you,” said Greg, and damn, this guy just kept getting more attractive. His voice was a rich, melodious baritone, a honeyed purr that stirred my blood all by itself. Nice work, Chris. “But, Chris,” Greg continued, “didn’t you say you needed to be somewhere?”
Chris twitched in realization. “Oh yeah.” He turned back to me. “Sorry, Nick, I really want to catch up with you, but I promised to pick something up for a New Year’s party tomorrow night, and the store’s closing soon so I have to run.”
I shrugged, doing my best to seem casual. “Hey, I’m the one who showed up on your doorstep with no warning. I can come back another time.”
Chris shook his head. “No, no, the bakery’s right down the street, it’ll only take like ten minutes round trip. You could just hang out here, if you want, I’ll be right back.” He glanced back at Greg. “You don’t mind entertaining him for a bit, do you?”
Greg’s charming smile didn’t waver. “Not at all, I look forward to getting to know your…old high school deflowerer, was it?” I laughed as Chris winced.
“I can wait, it’s no big deal,” I said. “I’ll just be here, telling Greg embarrassing stories from your childhood while you’re away. The longer you’re gone, the worse they’ll get. Sound fair?”
Chris pinched the bridge of his nose. “I already regret this. Okay, fine, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He glared at me. “Behave.”
I grinned.
-CHRIS-
I hurried down the darkening street, my mind awhirl from the last few minutes. Nick was here. Nick. My Nick. No, not mine, not anymore, shouldn’t think like that. Why was Nick here? Why did he kiss me like that? Why did I kiss him back? Because he’s smoking hot, of course, even more than he was when we were younger, but still, what the hell?
I actually walked a few steps past the artisanal bakery I was looking for before my brain caught up. Angela had played the pregnancy card and roped me into helping retrieve supplies for the annual New Year’s party her and Mike threw, so I had to get in there before they closed for the holiday. Thankfully, it was still open, and it was easy to collect the little dessert things she’d ordered and be off again. I don’t even remember talking to anyone inside, I was functioning entirely on autopilot.
Before I knew it, I was back at my own door. It took some juggling to manage the keys and the box of baked goods, so I didn’t look up until I was already inside.
Once I did, I froze.
Greg stood in the center of the living room, his shirt unbuttoned and pushed back to expose the lithe musculature of his torso. His pants were open too, his erection standing out with its upward curve. Nick knelt before him, still fully dressed, one hand gripping the base of Greg’s shaft, his mouth engulfing the head. Nick bobbed rapidly, sucking hard enough to hollow his cheeks as he took half Greg’s length again and again, the shaft gleaming with his saliva. Deepthroating was impractical from that angle due to the curve in Greg’s cock–believe me, I’ve tried–so Nick was just working the end, sucking and slurping.
Both men froze at the click of the door closing behind me and turned to look, Greg’s cock comically protruding between Nick’s lips. With a pop, he pulled off. “Um…this isn’t what it looks like?” he offered hopefully.
I just stared at them for a second, then shook my head. “I have to put these in the freezer. Don’t move, I’ll deal with you in a minute.” I turned for the kitchen. Nick made to get up, but I jabbed a finger at him. “I said don’t move,” I snapped, and he returned to his position a little wide-eyed.
“Bossy Chris is kinda hot,” I heard him mutter to Greg as I left the room.
“I was just thinking the same thing,” Greg murmured back. I could only roll my eyes.
I put the box in the freezer, the image of Nick blowing Greg playing over and over in my head like an obscene animated gif. How…what…why? I was so flabbergasted I couldn’t even formulate an actual question. For a second, I tried to believe that it had all been some kind of weird hallucination or something; why would Nick of all people show up out of the blue just to seduce Greg? Nothing about this made any sense. Plus there was the fact that a not insignificant portion of my blood supply was headed away from my brain, and the resulting tightness of my pants wasn’t improving my critical thinking skills.
I took a deep breath, tried to rein in the tailspin of my thoughts, and returned to the living room. It hadn’t been a dream or hallucination, or if it was it was still going. There was Greg, half-dressed and still stiff as a board with Nick’s hand on his cock and Nick’s saliva dripping off the end. Still confusing as hell…and hot as fuck.
I sat down in my favorite recliner, spun it to face them, and forced my voice to calm. “Okay,” I said. “Please explain.”
Nick and Greg exchanged looks. “Well,” Greg began, “we were talking, and–”
“Aha!” Nick exclaimed triumphantly, thrusting a finger into the air. His other hand, notably, remained on Greg’s erection. “So you admit it!”
We stared at him. “Admit…what, exactly?” Greg asked.
“Talking!” Nick said, as though that were a perfectly logical answer. Seeing our expressions, he continued. “I mean, you’ve heard him talk. His voice is like honey drizzling over chocolate-covered sex. I can hardly be blamed for my actions.”
I snorted. “He’s got you there, Greg.” Greg’s expression, the picture of offended dignity, turned my snort into a laugh. “So, Greg,” I went on once I could speak, “We know why Nick did it. What’s your excuse?”
“I…well…it all happened so fast,” Greg stammered, in what was perhaps the first time I’d ever seen him lose equanimity like this. “Your ‘old friend’ is very…aggressive.”
“Yeah, that’s fair,” Nick allowed. “I basically jumped him out of nowhere.” He held up his j’accuse finger again. “Due to the subliminal influence of his inhumanly seductive voice, of course.” His other hand was still on Greg’s cock, now gently stroking. It was somewhat difficult to look away.
“So,” I said finally, when the silence stretched.
“So,” Greg echoed.
“It seems to me we have two options here,” I said, voice surprisingly steady.
“And what would those be?” asked Greg, the soul of courtesy as ever.
“Option one, we have some kind of big fight involving a lot of yelling and hurt feelings and it all gets messy and complicated.”
“Not an ideal resolution,” Greg mused. Nick, incredibly, remained silent.
“Option two,” I said slowly, “we all just fuck each other’s brains out and call it a day.”
Nick’s grin was decidedly wicked. “I know what I’m voting for.” No one exhibited surprise.
I was holding Greg’s gaze. “If those are the only choices,” he said, “then it seems to me there isn’t really a choice at all–urrggh!” He cut off in a groan as Nick swallowed half his cock again. My own cock had been sitting at half mast throughout the conversation and swiftly hoisted the flag, as it were, at the sight.
After a few quick bobs of his head, Nick popped back off and glanced around at us. “Wait, we decided, right? The fuck our brains out option?” He ran his tongue up the length of Greg’s cock, making him shudder.
I sighed and stood up. “Yes, Nick, we’re going with the fuck our brains out option.”
He grinned that damnable, adorable grin of his again. “Just making sure.”
-GREG-
As Nick spoke, Chris arrived beside me and was immediately set upon. Nick, though his mouth was back on my cock, seized his belt and started all but tearing off his pants. I, meanwhile, grabbed the hem of his shirt and yanked it off over his head, then slid one hand along his jaw to cup the back of his head and pulled his mouth to mine for a fierce kiss.
Even as my tongue tangled with his, I was running my free hand up the hard muscle of his torso, exploring again territory I had gotten thoroughly familiar with over the last year. He found the edges of my own shirt and peeled it the rest of the way off me so I could toss it aside. Nick got his jeans open and wrenched them down, underwear included, so that Chris’s erection all but leapt out at his face.
Leaving one hand on my saliva-coated cock, Nick moved his mouth to Chris. Surprisingly, he took his time much more than he had with me, exploring with lips and tongue until he’d reacquainted himself with every inch. He seemed to remember what Chris liked, though, from how fast he was gasping and clinging to me for balance once Nick really started in on him. His tongue worked that one little spot just beneath the head in between playing with the ridge, his hand gripping the base of Chris’s shaft just like his other hand held mine.
Nick’s mouth slid down Chris’s length, swallowing him deep and dragging a groan from his throat, before pulling off entirely and giving me some attention again. Chris and I continued to make out, our hands all over each other and occasionally dropping to Nick’s head as he sucked one and then the other of us. The real fun started when he pulled our cocks together, sliding them against each other in slickly exquisite friction before wrapping his mouth around both cockheads at once, his hands holding our shafts together, squeezing and stroking as he sucked. It was a little awkward with the curve in my cock, but Nick made it work, and I…well. We all must bear the burdens life places upon us…which is much easier with blowjobs.
It was unfair to leave Nick doing all the work, though, so with some reluctance I pulled his head off our cocks and drew him up to stand with us. He was still fully dressed, and Chris caught on at once to what I was doing and helped me peel off Nick’s clothes in short order. His body was impressive; I keep fit mostly to look good and stay healthy, and Chris works out religiously, almost to the point of bodybuilding, but he does it because he enjoys it, not because he needs it. Nick, though, displayed the solid, flat muscle of someone who works hard physically outside the gym, and as we stripped him, I wondered idly what he did to earn it. The bright red fire department seal tattooed on his forearm provided the answer.
Then, of course, there were the scars.
There were several small ones, of the sort that those in physically tough professions generally accrue, but the largest was a wide, particularly brutal-looking patch of burned skin across the back of his neck and shoulder that made Chris gasp when he saw it.
“Oh, Nick!” he whispered, his fingers hovering over the twisted skin. He didn’t seem quite willing to touch it.
“It’s okay, Chris,” Nick said softly, all the eager lust vanished from his voice. “Really, it’s not as bad as it looks. It was a long time ago, now; I hardly notice it anymore.” He tried for casual, but despite our brief acquaintance I was…unconvinced.
“The line of duty?” I asked, trying to stay polite. Things had been going so well. How could I keep this from ruining the mood?
Nick nodded to me, seeming glad to look anywhere but at Chris’s face. “A few years ago. Seriously, it’s not a big deal.”
Chris leaned in and laid a gentle kiss on Nick’s burn scar, making him shiver. “I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when it happened.” Nick just shook his head, and I scrambled to come up with a way to get us back onto a less dark course.
“On the plus side,” I said, desperately trying to inject some levity, “I’ve always wanted to fuck a fireman, and I’ve never had the chance.”
Nick burst out in a loud guffaw, and even Chris cracked a smile. “Well then,” Nick said, that remarkably wicked grin returning to his face, “I suppose it’s your lucky day.” He waggled his eyebrows at Chris. “Get it? Because he’s getting lucky?”
Chris made a face. “Maybe this will go better if you don’t talk.”
-NICK-
I laughed at Chris’s expression. I’d been a bit concerned about the big reveal but Greg seemed to be keeping things on track. He certainly wasn’t shy about finishing the job he’d started, opening my pants and shoving them down so my much-neglected erection could pop out to play with the other two.
Now naked all around, we spent a pleasant few minutes just twined together, cocks sliding against each other, hands and mouths exploring all over. I wound up pressed to Chris’s side, one hand groping the taut globe of his ass while the other joined one of Greg’s in stroking all three cocks together, precum and leftover spit making them a slippery, delicious tangle. I kissed one side of Chris’s neck while Greg took the other. Chris’s arms snaked around both our waists, pulling us tight against him.
I pulled my hand out of the steamy, sticky mayhem in between us and reached around to take another handful of muscled ass, this one Greg’s. He groaned against Chris’s throat when my fingertip slipped between his cheeks to tease his hole. If he wanted a fireman fuck, I’d give him one.
A moment’s rearrangement found Greg kneeling on the sofa with his ass in the air, his head over the back, conveniently at just the right height to suck Chris’s cock while I crouched to get better acquainted with his lovely ass. Parting his cheeks with my hands, I dove in tongue first. I heard his groan, muffled as it was with his mouth full, as I started toying with the tight ring. He tasted of clean sweat and the warm musk of aroused man, with a hint of something citrusy that was probably from his soap or something. I felt him shudder as I pushed my tongue inside him, spreading saliva and starting to loosen him up for later.
To my delight he opened right away, his hole relaxing to let me in easily. I can always tell a power bottom, I thought with an inward smile. After a bit of tongue work, I happened to glance up and Chris met my gaze, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure as Greg sucked him. He motioned toward the little side table beside the couch, and I was delighted to find a slim bottle of lube tucked into its small drawer. I lubed a finger and slid it into Greg’s ass, stroking his inner walls and pushing more lube in with every slow thrust of my finger. Reaching deeper, I knew I’d found his prostate when he bucked against my hand, his deep groan dragging a similar sound from Chris due to the vibration on his cock. A second finger, added a moment later, had Greg arching his back, trying to drive his ass further onto my fingers.
Then the door opened.
Again.
“Greg, you home?” called a masculine voice. “You’ll never guess who blew into town, just in time for New Year’s!” A man strode in, broad-shouldered and fit, sandy-haired and square-jawed, with another man behind him, shorter than average with auburn hair and a compact frame. They froze just inside the doorway at the tableau before them: Greg on his knees on the couch, Chris’s cock down his throat, with my fingers up his ass.
They stared. We stared.
“I thought you said the sex party was tomorrow, Mike,” said the redhead.
“Midnight Makeout is not a sex party,” the taller man said, then added, “Technically.”
Chris ran a hand over his face. “For fuck’s sake…you know what, I don’t even care anymore.” He looked over at the two men. “Either join in or get out, but for the love of all that is holy, somebody lock the fucking door.”
-CONNOR-
Mike and I exchanged looks. I found my gaze drawn back to the scene before us, though, and I felt my cock stir. I only knew one of the three, but the other two were every bit as attractive as Greg, if in different ways. I did my best to affix the sight in my memory, so as to draw it later. This would make the perfect centerpiece for the erotic series I’d been working on.
Mike made a sort of half-choked spluttering noise, but before he could get his protest out, I reached back and locked the door behind us. I turned back to find all four men now staring at me.
“What?” I asked, pulling off my sweatshirt. “You said we could join in.” My undershirt rode up with the sweatshirt, so I let both come off and tossed them aside.
“I didn’t think you actually would,” the well-built guy with his cock down Greg’s throat muttered. He did not, I noticed, sound disappointed.
“Do I get a vote?” Mike asked, his voice still a bit strangled.
“Nope,” I replied calmly, walking forward towards the trio. “Cut the shit, you’ve been curious since college. We all know Angela will be delighted to hear it, so just man up already.”
The hot firefighter with the scar–he’d be interesting to draw, too–chuckled. “Heh. ‘Man up.’ That’s one way to put it.” He punctuated his words by driving his fingers deeply into Greg’s ass, making the lean man squirm and moan around the cock in his mouth. Still grinning, he extended his unoccupied hand to me without letting up on Greg. “I’m Nick. Nice to meet you.”
Feeling a bit surreal, I shook his hand. “Connor. I went to school with Greg and Mike.” When Nick looked puzzled, I jerked a thumb over my shoulder to indicate the latter, who still stood paralyzed by the door. I rolled my eyes at him and turned back to Nick, who was eyeing my bare chest appreciatively. Feeling my cock growing harder by the second, I dropped my pants and kicked off my shoes, tossing everything towards the wall with my shirts. Nick’s grin grew wider when my erection bobbed out in front of his face.
“Nice,” he said, reaching for it, but paused. “May I?” I nodded, and he took hold. A slow stroke down the length was all it took to stiffen up completely, and Nick gave it a few exploratory tugs before leaning in to wrap his mouth around the head. I noticed that his fingers didn’t so much as slow down their piston-steady penetration of Greg’s hole, even as he turned his attention to me.
Nick clearly knew what he was doing, and his expert attention had me groaning in seconds. From the corner of my eye, I saw Greg and the built guy he was blowing exchange a look and separate, heading for Mike’s still-frozen form…though I’m pretty sure I detected some reluctance as Greg pulled himself off Nick’s fingers. Now fully focused on me, Nick started bobbing his head, rapidly swallowing more and more until he was taking my entire length down his throat in every round.
-CHRIS-
Greg and I left Connor in Nick’s capable hands–or lips, in this case–and closed in on Mike, who was looking a bit like a caged animal, eyes wide and darting between us all as though he didn’t know where to look. In fairness, there were naked guys with erections basically all around him, which had to be disconcerting for a straight guy who’d never looked at another man in his life….although Connor had said something about Mike being curious. Hmm.
“Moment of truth, Mike,” said Greg, his voice gentle. “It’s not like we’re going to gang rape you or something. Doors can be unlocked. You can leave if you’re uncomfortable.”
Hardly believing my own boldness, I put a hand on Mike’s shoulder. “If, on the other hand, you really are feeling curious…well, now’s your chance, no strings attached.” I had to speak up a bit to be heard over the moaning coming from behind me. Damn but this Connor guy was loud.
Mike looked between us, clearly struggling internally. Finally, he huffed out a breath halfway between a laugh and a sigh. “Eh, fuck it. Besides, Angela’s hormones are batshit right now, she’ll probably wind up throwing things at me again if I tell her I chickened out.” He grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off over his head, exposing a well-toned torso and a patch of sandy curls that fanned across his pecs. He unbuckled his belt, opened his jeans and shoved them down–no underwear, I noted with some interest–and tossed everything into a pile next to Connor’s. His cock wasn’t hard, yet, but was definitely on its way, proving he was more interested than he pretended.
“You know what,” he continued, “if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it.” He reached out and grabbed my erection with one hand and Greg’s with the other, and started leading us back toward the couch cock first, his own visibly growing with every step.
We found Connor in a similar position Greg had occupied a minute earlier, bent over the couch with Nick sliding a lubed finger into his ass with one hand and stroking Connor’s cock with the other.
“Look who…mmff…decided to join the party,” Connor groaned, seeing us approach.
“Someone really ought to shut you up,” groused Mike, though his eyes were fixed on Nick’s hand as he added a second finger to Connor’s slick hole.
“Good idea,” I said, and pushed Mike into position in front of Connor. Connor caught on at once and grabbed Mike’s cock with one hand, pulling him closer. Once in range, he put his open mouth to use and started to suck on the head of Mike’s fully hard, uncut erection. Long but not especially thick, Connor’s lips slid down the shaft with ease as Mike gasped and clutched at Connor’s shoulders.
Greg had disengaged from us at some point and was now on the floor beside Nick, his fat cock stretching Greg’s lips. I decided to join them, so I gave Mike’s taut ass a farewell squeeze–he hardly seemed to notice as Connor devoured his cock with abandon–and walked around the couch to the other side. Nick was kneeling as he finger-fucked and stroked Connor–I noticed there was now a third finger stretching him open even wider–with Greg flat on the floor sucking on him.
I stepped up and laid my own cock against Nick’s cheek, making him smile as he turned and started kissing the head. Sliding my fingers through his hair and letting my head loll back in pleasure, I just appreciated the view for a moment. Mike standing behind the sofa, feeding his cock to Connor, who knelt perpendicular to the sofa with his head off one side and his ass off the other; Nick, simultaneously fingering and stroking Connor while sucking me; and Greg on the floor, swallowing Nick’s cock over and over with apparent ease, the thick shaft distending his throat.
-NICK-
As fun as this was, I needed to get into somebody’s ass, pronto. I gently disengaged from Greg and Chris, standing up behind Connor. Everyone seemed to lean in, ready to see things advance to the next level, and I was happy to oblige. Connor’s ass was well-lubed and wide open, and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. I aligned my hips, teasing his hole with the head of my cock for a moment just to make him squirm, then started pushing forward. Exquisite heat, slick and tight, wrapped around the head of my cock, perhaps my favorite sensation in the world. I pressed in deeper, trying to balance the need to move slowly to allow for the thickness of my cock without hanging around too long.
I didn’t know Connor (not the first time I’d fucked a guy I’d known for thirty seconds, let’s be honest), but his ass was a thing of beauty, twin globes of taut muscle that filled my hands as I spread them wide to accommodate me driving deeper into him. I could hear his muffled moans as I pushed further in, gently rolling my hips to push in, draw back, then thrust deeper still, his back arching as he pushed his ass right back at me.
Right as I bottomed out, buried to the hilt in Connor’s slick heat, motion drew my eyes to the couch beside him. Greg scooted down the sofa on his back beneath Connor, his head positioned to suck Connor as I fucked him, and from the way the sounds Connor was making ratcheted up, Greg had already started. Chris got onto the sofa too, lifting Greg’s legs up onto his shoulders, and I had the pleasure of watching Chris’s cock slowly bury itself in Greg’s slick hole–slick because I had started lubing him up before the newcomers arrived.
“You’re welcome,” I said with a grin, causing Chris to roll his eyes. Soon enough, though, his eyes were rolling in delight instead of derision as he pushed deeper and deeper into Greg’s ass. I started thrusting for real now that Connor had had a moment to adjust, my pace gradually building as I slid in and out of him. Before long I had a good, steady rhythm going, my hips slapping against Connor’s ass. I had one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, holding him steady while I pounded into him. The guy at the other end–Mike, I think someone said–had started thrusting too, his hands on either side of Connor’s face as he fucked Connor’s throat. Connor’s face was turning red, drool pouring from the corners of his mouth, but his constant half-muffled cries didn’t seem to be complaints.
Chris was really getting going now too, pushing Greg’s legs toward his chest to get a better angle as he thrust harder and harder into Greg’s ass, using his whole length each time. The slap of skin on skin, the ragged sound of our heaving breaths, and the groans and cries of pleasure seemed to echo off the walls. Sweat and sex and lube all tangled together into one heady musk that wreathed us all.
I was dragged from my reverie when Mike spoke. “Okay, I’ve got to try. Who am I fucking?” He pulled his cock out of Connor’s throat, leaving him gasping, and came around the couch.
“You can have Greg,” I told him, pulling out of Connor as well. “I didn’t come all this way to not fuck Chris again.”
-GREG-
Pulling my head out from under Connor, I was just in time to see Chris give Nick an exasperated look before withdrawing from my ass and easing my legs back down to the couch. Rather than protest, I decided to keep things moving before Mike had time to reconsider; I’d been imagining taking him for a spin since college, and I wasn’t going to miss what could be my only chance. Hopping up, I grabbed Mike and pushed him down on the couch where I’d been lying, then straddled him.
“Wait, what about me?” Connor asked, wiping the drool from his chin. He got up, stretched his back, and looked around, his cock flushed red and gleaming with my saliva.
“You can have Chris’s mouth while I fuck his ass,” Nick suggested. “Or,” he smirked, “maybe try Mike’s.”
I was holding Mike’s long, slender cock, lining up to lower myself onto it, so I felt him jerk at Nick’s words. “Say what?” he asked. “I didn’t…oohhh, fuck!” It seemed better for everyone if Mike stayed too distracted to overthink, so I guided the head of his cock into my hole before he could finish whatever he’d been saying. His hands reflexively came up to steady my hips as I began sliding down his length, and they seemed to grip more tightly with every inch. Mike groaned deep in his chest, his head lolling back and his eyes sliding shut as I seated myself fully.
Meanwhile, Nick had his fingers up yet another ass, this one belonging to Chris. He’d laid himself out along the back of the couch, his head beside Mike’s and his ass at the end with his legs in the air. Nick had two fingers inside him already, working in lube and stretching him open. It was a bit odd to see Chris on the receiving end; he’d told me he was versatile, but since I prefer bottoming I’d never seen him as anything but the excellent top he’d always been for me.
Connor had taken Nick’s advice and stepped up to the back of the sofa, his cock fresh from my mouth now sliding into Chris’s. Chris does look good with a cock in his mouth, I thought. Sure, I’m used to it being mine, but he made it work with Connor’s just fine. Connor had his hands all over Chris’s body, partially helping hold him in position and partially just groping him, from what I could tell, but it’s not like I could blame him.
Reminding myself to focus on the cock in front of me–or inside me, as the case may be–I gave Mike’s cock a squeeze with my inner muscles and started to move. His groan echoed my own as I flexed my thighs to rise and fall along his length, pulling up until just the head remained inside, the ridge tugging at my rim, before letting gravity drag me down his shaft again. With one hand on Mike’s shoulder and one on Chris’s–purely for the sake of balance, of course there was no groping–I slowly built up steam, churning my insides with Mike’s cock faster and faster.
“Damn, that’s amazing,” Mike panted. “Your ass feels so fucking good.”
-CONNOR-
I snorted. “I’ve been telling you that for years. And you gave me so much shit in school when I started fucking guys as well as girls.” Chris did something with his tongue that had my toes curling, and my moan almost drowned out Mike’s reply.
“I…take it…all back,” he gasped out. Greg was riding his cock with increasing abandon, and Mike seemed to be having trouble forming sentences. Not that I blamed him; I’d been right where he was, once. Greg was my first man, too, and he blew my mind then just like he was blowing Mike’s now.
Speaking of blowing…
Mike’s head lolled back onto the sofa’s back, his mouth open and his eyes shut, the muscles of his abdomen trembling as Greg rode him. Meeting Chris’s eyes, I winked, pulled my cock out of his mouth–not without some regret, the guy could suck a dick like nobody’s business–and took a single step sideways. Chris covered me by groaning loudly as Nick finally withdrew his fingers and started pushing his cock into Chris’s ass. There was clearly history there I didn’t understand, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy watching Nick’s thick cock stretch Chris’s hole. Mike didn’t bat an eye, which worked out in my favor. I positioned carefully, exchanged grins with Nick and ignored Greg’s rolled eyes, and dropped the head of my cock into Mike’s open mouth.
Needless to say, THAT got his attention.
He spluttered–which felt kind of nice, actually–and tried to jerk his head away, only to find me holding it in place.
“Relax,” I told him. “Just give it a taste. If you hate it that much, you don’t have to keep going.”
“Is he sucking your cock or trying Brussels sprouts?” Nick asked.
“Remember the rule about you not talking?” Chris answered, then groaned as Nick plunged his cock to the root in his ass. Nick started thrusting hard and fast, one hand holding Chris’s leg and the other seizing his cock, Chris’s whole body bouncing and shaking the couch. Greg seemed to pick up the pace right then too, his ass slamming down onto Mike’s lap with audible slaps. Mike instinctively started thrusting up to meet him, his attention seemingly claimed by his own cock instead of mine.
As if to prove me wrong, Mike took hold of my erection with one hand, swallowed, then tentatively opened his mouth and gave my cockhead a hesitant lick.
“See?” I asked. “Your face didn’t melt or anything. It is possible to like girls and suck cock at the same time.”
“Don’t make it weird,” Mike said, and took me in his mouth. He started sucking, slowly and awkwardly at first, but gained confidence as he went. It…wasn’t the greatest blowjob of all time, but let’s be real, a blowjob is a blowjob, and it wasn’t terrible. I mean, he didn’t bite me or anything, so I was willing to call it a win.
-CHRIS-
Having Nick fuck me again was weirdly dichotomous. One the one hand, it took me back to the intensity of our teenage lust, unable to keep our hands off each other until we wore ourselves out fucking over and over. It was just as amazing as ever, that thick cock stretching me open, pounding into me with relentless passion. He knew how to hit all my spots, and between his cock and his hand, I was making a steady climb towards a climax I wasn’t sure I was ready for yet.
On the other hand, it had been years. I was a different person now, and I’m sure Nick was too. I didn’t know what he’d been doing–or who he’d been doing–any more than he did me. Even his technique had developed, the way he moved his hands and worked his cock inside me showing the experience of age we hadn’t had back then.
Still felt fucking incredible, though.
Which is why it surprised me when Nick slowed his thrusting before stopping entirely. I looked up at him, trying to get my eyes to focus, and managed just in time to see him waggle his eyebrows and pull out of me.
“Okay, switch!” he said. We all stared at him. “You know,” he said, as if explaining something obvious, “this is where everyone swaps partners and positions.” We stared some more. Some of us blinked. “Oh come on,” he said, “you guys need to work on your orgy protocol. Sharing is caring, people, move it!” He walked over to where Greg had paused his wild ride to stare bemusedly, and pulled Greg up and off of Mike before either knew what was happening.
Bending a confused but unresisting Greg over the arm of the sofa, Nick started pushing his cock into Greg’s ass while making shooing motions at the rest of us as though we were recalcitrant cats. “Go on! Connor, you haven’t gotten to fuck anybody yet, so you fuck Chris since you’re already over there. Mike, you fuck Connor while he does. Try a sandwich to go with your Brussels cock.”
We looked at each other, shrugged, and did as he suggested.
As Greg groaned while Nick’s cock sank deeper into him, I got up off the back of the couch and instead took up a kneeling position on the cushions, much as Connor had earlier. Connor himself got into position behind me, already lining up his cock with my stretched-open hole. Connor wasn’t as thick as Nick, and slid into me readily, my hole contracting around his shaft. He ran his hands up my back to curl under my shoulders, pulling me back towards him.
“You’re quite beautiful, you know,” he murmured in my ear as his cock bottomed out, his close-trimmed pubic hair pressed to my ass. “I’d love to draw you sometime.” He kissed my neck and started thrusting gently. From the corner of my eye, I saw Mike move into position behind him, aligning their hips together.
Draw me? That was a new one. “Uhh…thanks, I’ll think about it,” I managed. I think he was about to answer, but all that came out was a groan as Mike moved in closer and presumably started in on him. I felt Mike’s thrust shudder through Connor, and then Connor was moving too, rolling his hips between us, first fucking into me then pulling back to shove himself onto Mike. Bracing my hands against the back of the sofa, I dug in and started pushing back, driving my ass against Connor every time he thrust forward, relishing every strike against my prostate.
Across from us, Nick had built up a strong head of steam and was pounding hard into Greg, the latter clutching the couch to keep from being fucked right over it. I knew the wild-eyed look on Nick’s face just as well as the desperate need on Greg’s; both were teetering on the edge. I suspected the rest of us were right there with them. I certainly was, from the way my balls were roiling.
As if to prove my thoughts, Connor made a noise in my ear I can only describe as hungry. “Fuck,” he gasped, “I’m going to come soon.”
“Do it,” I heard myself say. “Mike, fuck him harder.” He obeyed, from how Connor’s body started shaking, so I contributed by squeezing him with my inner muscles, clamping down on his cock with every thrust. It didn’t take long. Connor’s body convulsed, right down to his cock, which I felt throb and pulse inside me as he pumped out his load with a bellow. His hands clutched at me, his sweaty skin sticking to mine as he shuddered his release.
-NICK-
Once Connor stopped bucking so wildly, Chris disengaged from him and all but tossed him aside to sprawl on the sofa, bending back over so Mike could carry on. He didn’t delay, sliding that long cock of his into Chris’s well-fucked hole without a second’s hesitation. How fast things change.
I was dangling by my fingertips. Greg’s ass was a sleeve of silken fire, squeezing me in all the right ways, and I couldn’t stop plunging into him as deeply as possible. Watching Connor’s orgasm almost tipped me over the edge by itself, but I clung desperately to my self-control. I wanted Greg to finish before me, wanted to feel him erupt with me inside him. Reaching down, I wrapped my fingers around his slender, curved cock and started stroking, making use of the copious precum dripping from the end. I was going to make–thrust–him–thrust–come!
He came.
With a shuddering gasp, Greg went rigid beneath me, his load spilling out over my fingers to splatter the side of the sofa. He clenched in around me, the slick heat of his ass clamping down in spastic waves as he gasped and trembled. I love that feeling, as a guy comes apart in my hands, knowing it was me that sent him spiraling off the edge of the world.
Wow, that came out creepy. I like it when guys come while I fuck them, okay?
I like it so much, in fact, that feeling Greg’s orgasm blaze through him was enough to tear away the last shreds of my resistance. Even as he started to come down from his peak, I hit mine. I plunged into him as far as I could, burying my cock inside him, and heard myself groaning as I coated his insides. After the initial surge, I started thrusting again, though it happened in a jerky, erratic way instead of my usually smooth cadence. With every shudder of ecstasy that rippled through my body, every spurt inside Greg, I shoved my cock down inside him again.
Eventually, Greg sort of fell off my cock, toppling down onto the sofa next to Connor, and I just managed to control my legs enough to follow. We three watched tangled together, breathless, sweaty, and well pleased, as Mike began to shudder, his steady thrusting gone ragged as mine had a moment before.
“Oh, fuck,” he panted, “fucking hell, I’m going to–fuuuuck!” The last word was more of a groan as he came inside Chris, every muscle on his body standing out in sharp relief as he shuddered his release. One, two, three short, quivering thrusts, and he stayed buried to the hilt while he added his load to Connor’s.
Mike collapsed next to us, breathing hard, and Chris slowly rose to his feet, literally the last man standing. He looked us over, smiled just a little, and gave his cock a slow stroke.
“So,” he asked. “Who wants it?”
-GREG-
I wearily got one arm out from under Nick and beckoned Chris over. I couldn’t quite manage to raise my head, though, so Chris stepped around the back of the sofa and positioned his cock right over my face, with Nick’s just beside mine. A bit of jostling had Nick’s tongue sliding over Chris’s balls while I licked at the head of his cock.
That was all it took. Chris was just as worked up as the rest of us, and his climax was only a hairsbreadth away. One little extra push, and he was spilling his load across our upturned faces, warm sticky streaks landing on my forehead and Nick’s outstretched tongue. Chris’s orgasm was a quiet one, just a slow, shuddering exhale followed by an even slower inhale. His body told the truth of it, though, goosebumps rising on his skin as every muscle quivered and beads of sweat dripped off him.
I waited for his brain to start functioning again before I spoke.
“Happy anniversary,” I said quietly. He stared, uncomprehending.
“One year ago as of tomorrow, we met for the first time, and began something right here in this room,” I went on. “Something incredible. Something that changed us both, I think.” Slowly, he nodded.
“So,” I said, a bit of a smirk finding its way onto my lips, “did you like your present?”
He blinked, then realization hit as he swept his eyes over the four of us, sprawled in a well-sated tangle before him. “You mean…wait. Seriously? You planned this? All of you?”
I shrugged demurely…if you can be demure while naked, sweaty and splattered with fresh semen. “There may have been email exchanges between certain parties.” Nick grinned, wicked as ever. Mike blushed and nodded. Connor just shrugged. I winced. “Okay, Connor was actually a surprise to me,” I said, turning to Mike.
He just smiled, uncharacteristically gentle. “Hey, it’s your anniversary too.”
“The important question is,” said Nick, rubbing his hands together in anticipation, “who’s ready for round two?”
* * *
-AFTERWORD-
Thanks to everyone who read this, my first proper series. Crazy to think it’s been a whole year of this, when it all started with a silly Latin pun I made myself chuckle with one day. You all got the pun in the series title, right? Per annum (through the year) vs. per anum (through the anus)?
…anybody? No? I’ll show myself out.