A gay sex story: The Bator Bro Pt. 03 Part 3 — The Circle Jerk
The night that Jess, Robert and I jerked off together, I couldn’t stop thinking about our mutual masturbation session. Three boys with above average dicks was pretty hot. I lay there wondering if I would ever be able to top that encounter.
It took a few years. But I did.
Jess, Robert, and I had all graduated. After college, Robert and I decided that we wanted to work for the same company, so when we both got jobs there, we moved across the country together and got a cheap crappy apartment. Before the year was up, Jess came to visit and told us he wanted to move here too. That was great, we thought, maybe we would get a three bedroom and all live together.
At the same time, I started seeing a guy named Logan. We dated for about three months, but it didn’t last. He worked for the same company as Robert and I, so we stayed pretty good friends after we broke up, and when his lease was over he suggested renting a house together instead of an apartment. His work friend Ethan, who was becoming one of my best friends was also looking for a place, and completely coincidentally, another guy I knew from back home, Matt, had also just gotten a job with the same company and moved to our city, and he was looking for a place.
It seemed like a crazy idea at first, but we were all 22-24 years old, we were all broke at the time, but we were all ambitious young professionals who got along so maybe it could work.
Just out of curiosity, Robert and I started searching on the internet for houses. There were five-six bedroom houses with huge common living room and dining room and kitchen areas for dirt cheap. Some of them were brand new construction and even cheaper than our crappy two-bedroom apartment. This might actually happen, I thought to myself. I remember considering the pros and cons, did I really want to live with five other guys? It would be like living in a frat house. But then again, we would be saving money, and would living in a pseudo-frat house with some of your best friends be a bad thing?
“Let’s do it!” was the resounding reply in our text group when Robert and I shared pictures of the rental house we found. It was just down the street from one of our favorite breweries and we signed a lease. The place smelled new as he and I walked in. We moved in first bringing all our stuff from the old apartment.
Matt, my old friend from back home moved in next, when his apartment lease was up. I have to admit that even though Matt is straight, I’d always had a bit of a crush on him. I never would have done anything about it because he’s a pretty typical straight guy, but he’s crazy attractive. We always joked that he had the body of Greek god because he was Greek, and literally went to the gym every day, but he managed to avoid bodybuilder veins and things like that so he truly looked like an Adonis. Bulging biceps, eight pack abs, a firm round bubble butt. Not to mention an indescribable physicality about him, he would randomly drop and start doing pushups if he was bored, or stand in the back of the living room and start shadow boxing. He had brown hair that fell all around his head like a 90s movie star, and the whitest teeth you’ve ever seen. He lived like a young straight guy too, he thumb-tacked an American Flag to his bedroom wall and slept on an air mattress.
Ethan and Logan moved in next, they too were coming from a crappy two-bedroom apartment where they lived together. Ethan was blond haired and blue eyed, but shorter than the rest of us at maybe 5’8″, and he ran regularly to keep in shape.
Logan, the one who I dated before, was a pretty big guy. At 5′ 11” and well over 200 lbs, most of it was muscle, but he also had plenty of meat on his bones, which I thought was hot. Dark hair, dark beard, and beautiful hazel eyes that changed color whenever you looked at them for too long.
Jess was last to move in. He had committed to his job back home for the summer, so he moved in at the end of August. He had met most of the other guys on his visits to us over the last year, and of course he knew Robert and Matt from back home.
The night that Jess moved in, a smaller city two or three towns over was having a fireworks show for some reason. All six of us went together, that was the first time we all hung out. It was a great night, we had dinner at some crazy tiki bar and all had fun ordering ridiculous drinks. We stopped at another bar to grab beers after, then went to watch the fireworks.
When we got home, we all collapsed exhausted in the living room and flipped on the TV. It was some depressing news story so we started to flip through the channels.
“Anybody need another beer?” I asked. Everyone raised their hands except Matt. “Matt, no?”
“Nah, bro, I hate to say it but I’m kind of a light weight, I think I’m gonna go to bed.” We all protested. “Nah, I gotta work in the morning, I’ll see you all later.” He got up and shuffled to his bedroom as I got up and grabbed another round of beers for everyone else.
“Anybody got cards?” Jess asked. “We could play a game or something.”
“Yeah,” I said, “What game?” I dug into a drawer and pulled out a deck of cards.
“Blackjack!” Ethan said. We all protested.
“Texas Hold ’em.” Robert said, and everyone was good with that. Robert also had some poker chips in the same drawer so I grabbed them too. We all sat around the coffee table and I dealt while he distributed chips.
“Can we get some music going?” Jess asked, and Logan showed him how to work the remote. Jess paired his phone with the TV and started playing music.
We played a couple rounds of poker, I lost the first hand, but then I won three in a row. Robert was a pretty good player, and won quite a bit, Ethan was not.
“Why couldn’t we have played blackjack?” Ethan whined jokingly after losing multiple hands in a row and almost losing all his chips.
We played for probably an hour, drinking and talking and occasionally singing along to the music.
“Damn, you guys are fucking loud!” Matt re-emerged from his room wearing nothing but his boxer-briefs. This was the first time that Jess saw Matt half-naked and I remember chuckling to myself because his jaw was on the floor. It was hard not to look at Matt’s perfect V-line pointing down to his underwear where the outline of a very formidable cock was clearly visible. This had been a regular occurrence since Matt moved in. It was a house of six guys, we all walked around half-naked from time to time, but Matt never wore anything but the same style grey boxer briefs. And when he walked, the outline of a ridiculously large soft cock bounced around enticingly. In the back of my mind I had made it a goal to see his cock sometime before we all went our separate ways.
“Sorry, bro.” Ethan called.
“Shit, you’re playing poker, deal me in!” Matt sat down on the carpet next to the coffee table and Logan dealt the next hand.
“I’m bored, we should play strip poker.” Jess said.
“Fuck you, I just got here and I’m only wearing underwear.” Matt yelled.
“We’re not playing strip poker, just regular poker.” Logan rolled his eyes.
“Fuck you, I’m playing strip poker.” Jess said, and peeled off his socks.
“You know the point of strip poker is to take off clothes when you lose?” I joked.
“I’ll play.” Ethan said.
“I’d play.” Robert nodded.
I wasn’t sure what to say, I didn’t want to sound too eager to see Matt without his underwear on.
Matt grabbed Jess’ drink of out his hand and took a long swig, and practically gagged. “What the fuck is that?”
“It’s just rum and coke!” Jess laughed.
“Fuck, I thought it was just Coke!” Matt cried.
I grabbed it from Matt and took a swig. “Damn that’s strong.”
“I like strong drinks.” Jess shrugged.
“Make me one?!” Ethan asked, and he and Jess got up and went to the kitchen to make drinks. When they got back, they didn’t just have two drinks, but drinks for everyone. They put the drinks down on the table and Matt, the self-proclaimed light weight was the first to take a drink.
“Fuck it,” Matt said. “Let’s play strip poker. I got nothing to worry about, I got a big cock.”
“Shut up, no you don’t!” Ethan said.
“Every girl I’ve ever been with has said I have a big dick!” Matt smiled.
“How big?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“I don’t know, I’ve never measured.”
“You’ve measured.” Jess said.
“Every guy has measured his dick.” Ethan said.
“I haven’t.” Matt said.
Robert looked at me. I could tell he was remembering the night we all measured our dicks together back in college. We both knew that each other had a big dick, but we weren’t saying anything.
We’d actually gotten to know each other’s dicks pretty well over the last year together. In college, we continued our three ways jerk off sessions about once a month, and when we moved in together, Robert and I would jerk off together while drinking and watching porn in the apartment. We’d stop whenever one of us had a girlfriend or a boyfriend, but once the breakup happened, we could rely on finding the other one of us naked in the living room. Over the last few months since we’d moved into the big house, this had all stopped.
“Eight inches?” Jess asked Matt.
“Nah bigger than that!” Matt said.
“Fuck you guys, average is like five inches!” Ethan said. “You’re not bigger than eight.”
“I mean, I really haven’t measured.” Matt said. “But I’m pretty sure it is.”
“I’m bigger than eight.” Robert announced.
“Me too.” I said.
Logan smiled, he obviously knew I was telling the truth.
“How big is yours?” Logan asked Ethan.
“I don’t know, like five or six.” Ethan responded.
“Small!” The drunk Robert laughed.
“Not small!” I said. “Average is like six right?”
“It’s cool,” Logan said to Ethan. “I’m about six. But I got a nice big head.”
“Let’s see it!” Jess said, the thirst in his voice was overflowing.
“I thought we were playing strip poker.” Logan said.
“Fuck all that, let’s play.” Matt said, taking a swig of his strong drink.
It was well past midnight at this point, Jess got up and turned off the kitchen light, so only the glow of the TV and a small living room lamp lit the room. We all gathered around the living room sitting on the two couches, Logan and Matt on the floor and Ethan on a reclining chair we dragged over.
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