The grind of working 60 hours a week for two weeks on a project was getting to me so when my intern suggested we go out dancing Friday night I didn't refuse. Maybe it was the long hours and the lack of sleep or the booze but I kind of forgot myself. I wasn't just being bold. I was being a brat, thirty-two, and I was acting like a teen.
I spotted this cute guy and approached him with my carefree attitude. He was turned off at first but I kept flirting with him. His name was Jason and he was twenty-two and still in college, working to complete a degree in business administration. I told him what I did and offered to talk business later if he'd come dance with me. He gave in to the offer and we moved out to the floor.
After a song or two I was sweating so I took off my shirt. He perked up at the sight of my muscles and started to grind against me so it was easy to get his shirt off, but for some reason, probably because his hands were moving, I tucked it into my back pocket. We danced like that for another ten minutes until a tall, muscle bound guy caught my eye. I motioned for him to come over and he did, but rather than dance with the two of us he picked just me. I didn't think twice about it. As attractive as Jason was this new guy had power and charm. We danced for a while and then he pulled me aside, told me I was fun but that he needed to leave with some friends. I invited him back to my place. He turned me down but gave me his number.
A lot of fucking good that will do me tonight, I thought as I walked away. For a moment I looked for Jason but didn't spot him so I headed back to my table where my intern sat looking at his phone while casually sipping a drink. I asked him if he had gotten out and danced and said he hadn't. Things are so different these days. I told him I was going to the bar but he barely acknowledged me. I patted my pockets for my wallet and felt my shirt hanging from my back pocket, not just my shirt, two shirts. I pulled Jason's out and looked around for a moment before tossing it in the trash. I made my way through the other guys to the bar and ordered a whiskey.
It took forever but eventually the bartender got to me. I was about to down it when I spotted Jason, actually he spotted me. He started walking towards me and for a moment I thought about running away especially when I saw he was flanked by two guys bigger than him. But something inside told me I had the upper hand because I was older so I ordered another drink. Jason got up close, looked up into my eyes.
"Where's my shirt?" he asked.
"Let me see," I pulled out my shirt and pretended to be confused, "must have fallen out."
"Where? Where did you leave it?"
"I don't know. You can search me but I swear I don't have it."
"It's cold out there. What the hell man?"
"Not my problem," I replied.
I started to feel bad for what I did but pushed away the feelings and doubled down on my resolve. But they continued to stand there looking at each other, clueless and not sure what to do next. I knew the best way to deal with a lie, something they had no ability to disprove, was to not give in, even act concerned and maybe a little disappointed in myself.
"Look, let me buy you and your friends a drink, then we'll look around for it." Short of looking in the trash I knew we'd never find it. Jason moved in beside me to the bar, his friends crossed their arms. I looked down over his lean, muscled stomac then back at them. Maybe there's still a way to have some fun, I thought. "Listen, we'll ask for the lost and found, maybe we can find a shirt that fits."
"I guess. I know it's dumb but I really liked that shirt."
"I know. I'm sorry for losing it."
I looked up to the bartender and caught his attention long enough to order a beer for each of us plus his two friends. The guys stepped in long enough to get their beers then retreated to a table. I looked over Jason again, moved a little closer to him.
"I'm sorry about that guy earlier. He was just so forceful. I have a problem saying no, I can never do it. I thought, you know, he'd actually be interested in both of us."
"Is that what you're looking for?"
"Well yeah, I mean I had a long, stressful week that really paid off and I'm in need of, you know, some release. Tonight may not be the night, I guess I get used to how things are at work. You're studying business right?"
Somehow that got him talking. And pretty soon we had a conversation, broken up intermittently with a few texts he sent from his phone. A half hour or so went by with him asking questions and me telling him how the real world works. The beer was starting to get to me and I was feeling defeat was imminent so I interrupted the flow.
"What's your friends' names?"
"Mark and Allen," he said. "Why?"
"I'm just going to introduce myself, apologize for losing your shirt, and head out. If you're interested we could exchange numbers. Are they both gay?"
"Yeah, we live in an apartment together with a couple of other guys. It's nicknamed the 'Homo House' around campus. Let's go talk to them first, then we can exchange numbers."
Jason stepped away and I followed. We stepped to their table as they were talking to each other. One of them looked up to me and laughed a little, the other smacked him on the elbow to get him to quit. I didn't know the joke but I was glad they were in a better mood.
"So um, I'm headed out. Which one of you is Mark and which one is Allen?"
"I'm Mark," the one on the left said. He had a spiked haircut and pimply forehead from the gel he put in his hair but he was handsome, really handsome.
"I'm Allen," the other said slightly raising his hand. He was similarly built but with parted hair, a kind of preppy look.
"Nice to meet you, and again I'm sorry about the shirt. We didn't check the lost and found but maybe you still can, hell just take something you like. Anyway, I'm headed out."
"What, no, stay and have a few more drinks," Mark said.
I shook my head, shook off the idea. I was drunk and it would be a struggle to drive as I was. I didn't know where my inter was and another drink I'd have to catch a taxi.
"Hey, we were thinking of going back to our apartment. Do you want to come?"
I looked around at the guys but especially Jason as he stood next to me. I got a chubby just seeing his flat stomach. There were so many things I could imagine doing to him, with him. He had lean arms which I liked, a smooth chest, and a nice butt. And if he had a big dick, well that'd be a good handle for fucking him in the ass.
"I don't know. I mean I know the way home but driving to a college apartment..."
"It's easy, just follow us. Jason could go with you so you don't get lost," Mark said.
"Better yet, one of us could drive your car," Allen offered.
"Well," I said looking to Jason. His pants hung loose around his hips showing off the waistband of his underwear, white so they were probably briefs. I love briefs. I have an obsession. They look so cute, better when wet, and they make a great gag when fucking a little guy like him. That's when he looked up at me, looked me in the eyes and I wanted him so bad. "Okay," I said.
And just like that we headed out. Mark took my keys and I pointed out my car, Allen led the way over to their car. He motioned for us to both get in the backseat and Allen didn't seem to notice, much less care. We got in together and bumped shoulders. Allen was quick to start the car and drive out. Mark followed after us with mine. But my attention was on Jason, Jason and my bladder, though my hard on helped the latter.
We drove for a while with me just staring at him in the passing streetlights. It was like they were teasing me as they revealed different angles of his body. He barely acknowledged me though and for a moment I thought I had done something wrong but then he looked over to me and reached for my knee. I nodded eagerly and he continued to move his hand up my thigh to my bulge where he squeezed it, groped it. I leaned to him and we kissed. His other hand grabbed at my side and I took hold of his shoulders, pulled him deeper into the kiss and nearly on my lap. He massaged my dick until it was hard as he played with one of my nipples. I ran my fingers down his body to his hips and pulled him on top of me. He sat on my erection and moved his hand up my chest, took hold of each nipple. He pulled and tugged at them as we kissed. I wanted him so badly. I wanted to be inside of him. He rocked a little, my dick got trapped. It was a mixture of pleasure and pain as he sat back down on it.
"Don't get too freaky back there, not unless you want to clean my backseat."
Allen's words rang in my ears but there was no stopping Jason as he continued to grind on me. He pulled at my nipples until they were hard points and I could feel the trace of his fingertips each time. I pushed my tongue against his but he wasn't having it. He was kissing me. And I liked it. He was an aggressive little bottom boy, I thought, as I imagined getting him in bed, fucking him as he grabbed at the sheets, but down on a pillow, no better yet had his mouth stuffed with those sweat soaked briefs.
"We're here," Allen said.
Jason pulled away from his kiss. I gasped for air for a moment before looking to the driver's seat. "So soon?" I asked.
"I'm going to drop you guys off up front then go park. Mark will park on a nearby street so you can leave whenever."
"Thanks," I said.
"Let's go," Jason ordered before pushing open the door. He stepped out and I followed after him. My dick slid around in my underwear leaving a cold trail of slime but it was still hard so I looked around for a moment but didn't see anyone so I walked with a little more confidence into the building and up the stairs to their third floor apartment.
Jason stopped at the door and pulled out his key. I took the opportunity to bump into him, my dick against his back I wrapped my arms around him. He pushed open the door, took hold of my arms and led me inside. He turned on the lights as we went to reveal an apartment not unlike my own from college. It was full of second hand furniture and there was litter on the floor, a stack of pizza boxes and a pyramid of beer cans.
"Let's go to your room," I said.
I pulled a little to go towards the hallway where I expected rooms but he resisted and said we should have a drink first. He pulled me into the small kitchen to a cabinet where he took out a bottle of vodka and a half dozen shot glasses.
"Why so many?"
"My other roommates might be home soon," he replied.
He poured, we each had two shots. I started kissing at his neck and rubbing my hands over his body until he kissed me over his shoulder. I could have, I wanted to fuck him right there, but he pulled me into the living room, turned on me and pushed me to the couch. I looked up to him, the way his pants hung loose, his bare hips, and belly button. He put a knee on either side of me, mounted me and sat on my lap. He kissed me again and I listened for his roommates. It wasn't long until I heard them at the door. They walked in together and I kept track of the footsteps. Would they leave us together in the living room? No, they moved behind me. Jason pulled away from the kiss, pushed me back into the couch.
Something entered my vision, something cloth, something the same color as, it was Jason's shirt and fell down over my face. They slapped me on the shoulders playfully before heading off to the kitchen. Jason stood up, stepped away. What kind of trick was this? What kind of plan? Why so elaborate? Get me back here with a raging hard on only to reveal they had the shirt, must have seen me throw it away. I started to pull it off my face but Jason told me to stop so I did. I didn't feel like I was in any real danger, I could still walk away, maybe I'd have to get physical, maybe call the cops. I slid my hand along my thigh to feel for my phone when I found it was missing. That's when I heard the snap of a phone camera.
"Which one of your contacts should get this first?" Jason asked.
Mark and Allen walked over behind him with the bottle and shot glasses in hand which they set down on the coffee table. I pulled the shirt from my face and threw it to the floor. I could see the three of them clearly.
"What's going on here? And give me back my phone," I demanded.
"Relax, you're amongst friends," Mark said.
"This is a really good picture of you," Allen remarked as he looked over Jason's shoulder.
"Okay, this has gone far enough," I said.
"Relax, we just want to party. Didn't you want to party?" Allen asked.
"Yeah, Jason here said you wanted a three way with the guy earlier tonight. Maybe it could be a little more."
Jason put my phone in his pocket and smiled at me. It was a hopeful, nice smile that defeated any anger I had. This was an elaborate prank, a joke on me, but it still might turn out to my favor. I looked again at him. That's when he kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants and stepped out of them.
White, sweaty briefs, an ample bulge, he smiled at me as I narrowed my focus. Mark and Allen pulled off their shirts and sat in chairs behind him, slid off their shoes. Mark put up his feet on a small ottoman. Allen flexed his pectoral muscles. But I looked back to Jason. Was it possible? Could we all fit inside of him? Just what did they have in mind?
An orgy? With this twink the center of attention? There had been so many ups and downs but I lucked into meeting college guys, gay college guys, who all live together and wanted me to join them. It was too good to be true but his sexy little body was so appealing. I'd have to take charge, at least in part and make my role clear. I was a top, okay I'd let a couple guys fuck me, but not usually, not anymore, not these college guys. I curled my finger to beckon him to me. But he didn't move.
"Not so fast," Mark said.
"We want to know what we're dealing with and you owe Jason an apology. You didn't lose his shirt. We saw you throw it away."
I pushed myself to my feet. My bladder shifted and I had to piss really badly but my hard dick held back the sensation. I unbuckled my belt, opened my pants, slid out of my shoes, and pushed my pants down, stepped out of them, dropped them on the couch behind me. Mark and Allen smirked to each other then grinned at me. Jason stared at my bulge then looked up into my eyes and winked. This was a game, I thought, okay I'll play along to get what I want. I reached down to my jockeys and grabbed my dick, got it harder in an attempt to tease them.
"I don't hear an apology," Mark said.
"He doesn't seem very humble," Allen added.
I looked down to the floor.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm sorry for throwing your shirt in the trash."
I looked up to Jason who ran a finger along his cock, traced a line from his balls to his hip, tickled the head. It was big, possibly bigger than my own.
"I hear the words but you don't sound very humble," Allen said.
"He doesn't look very humble, come closer," Mark ordered.
I stepped around the coffee table, closer to them and closer to Jason. I bowed my head and uttered the same apology.
"He's trying but I thought humility was, I don't know, more bare, more vulnerable."
"What do want me to do get down on my knees?" I replied with sarcasm in my voice.
"That would be a good start," Allen said.
"Naked," Mark added.
I took off my socks, tossed them on top of my pants. I put my thumbs inside the band of my underwear, dragged them down across my thighs, stepped out of them, and tossed the last article of clothing onto the pile. My hard dick stuck out, my ass cheeks bared. I stepped closer to Jason as he continued to rub the head of his dick through his underwear. I knelt. I looked to his feet.
"I'm sorry for throwing your your shirt in the trash," I said.
"And?"
"And what?"
"You also lied."
I looked up to Jason, looked him in the eye. He hadn't said a word since threatening to send a picture of me to one of my contacts. This wasn't his game. It was theirs. But it was all right there. He was all right there for the taking. I looked back to his feet.
"I'm sorry I threw your shirt in the trash and I'm sorry for having lied about it." Those words were easy but I learned long ago there was a second part to an apology, something many people don't ask anymore, the most difficult part. "Do you forgive me?"
Mark and Allen clapped. Jason continued to look down at me for a long time. He shifted on his feet, reached down and took hold of my chin and raised my eyes up to meet his.
"I forgive you," he said.
The other guys laughed a little, but Jason just stared at me.
Continues: Here.
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