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Hard Sell Pt 6 - Special Delivery

After Mark’s adventure with Greg at the abandoned airport, the return to work, driving naked while the other man jerked his dick was a thrill that ended too quickly.  He pulled behind what felt like the last building possible before getting to the dealership as Greg cleaned the head of his sensitive dick with his briefs, and parked the car.  He looked to the man who smirked back at him before putting his underwear in the glove compartment.

“I guess I’m going commando,” Mark said.

“I’ll behave myself when we get back,” Greg said, “besides you’re looking pretty drained right now.  Do you wish we had gone to lunch?”

“Not a chance, I’ll just get something from the vending machine.”

Mark dressed quickly then drove back to the dealership.  Greg was prepared to buy the car with a sizable down payment and loan from a bank, then made arrangements to pick up the car in two days, with his “son”, and it was completely professional.  In face Mark was surprised just how little he thought about sex, any little urge was defeated by the feeling of his nearly raw penis.  He walked Greg back to his own car that he had come in and saw him off before going back to his desk and rummaging around for snacks.  He found a pack of crackers and a bottle of water that he devoured in seconds.  He was about to look through his contacts when he got a text message so he checked his phone.  It was Oliver.

[Did you have fun?]

[Yes, it was very fun.  We did things... I’m exhausted and I still have a couple hours of work to get through.]

[Well don’t work too hard, but I arranged for a little treat this evening for you at your apartment.  A special delivery.  Make sure you clean up. Thoroughly. We’ll get together soon.]

What was this man doing to him?  He had wanted to live out his fantasies but not like this, well he never expected it would all happen so quickly.  He was drained and the idea of hooking up with someone else that evening, right at that moment seemed impossible.  He self-consciously shifted his penis in his pants and felt the way it hit the little parts of sewn fabric.  He wouldn’t be ready.  Could he?

But he was broken from his thoughts when Cody appeared at his desk and partially sat on the edge with one cheek.  He smiled at Mark who rolled his eyes in return.  He was about to ask what the man wanted but Cody spoke first.

“I heard you made a sell,” he said, “good for you, now you’re only a two behind me.  I’d say good luck but I don’t really mean it.”

“Hey, I might just catch up with you.”

“Oh yeah, want to make a bet?”

Mark’s anger sunk at that moment and his stomach tightened.  He wanted to make a bet but he also didn’t want to lose to the man.  He shook his head.

“Your loss,” Cody said before tapping on his desk and walking away.

Mark looked back to his monitor and returned back to his work.  He made a shortlist of potential customers, some as far back as five years ago who had bought a car from him or from the dealership.  On a normal day he could have thought up two or three pitches and made a couple of cold calls but the way he was feeling he decided to kill time getting coffee, making small talk, and watching the lot for new arrivals the rest of the day until it was five minutes to leave and he gathered his things and headed to the receptionist desk where he found one of the other salesmen chatting and trying to look down the woman’s top.  He interjected himself into the conversation and made small talk until it was time to punch out which he did easily then headed to his car. 

As soon as he sat in the driver’s seat he thought about Oliver’s message.  What did he mean by special delivery?  Another encounter?  His dick started to get hard at just the thought of it.  Maybe I am ready to go again, he thought.  He started to drive home but his thoughts were about everything he had done since yesterday and he almost missed his turn to pick up supper from his favorite restaurant.  He made the turn at the last minute and was lucky his reflexes were still good because he almost caused an accident. 

When he pulled into a parking spot he felt his dick soften and realized he had been leaking ejaculate so he checked the front of his pants for a wet spot but luckily he couldn’t find one.  He went in to order food for himself but after thinking about it he decided to order enough for two people.  Hopefully food for two would be enough, he thought, at least that was his expectation.  He killed time waiting by thinking of what could possibly be delivered and he hoped it wasn’t a pizza.  By the time his name was called out to pick up the food he had to check again to make sure his dick couldn’t be seen and that there wasn’t a wet spot on his pants.  There wasn’t.  He got his food, paid, and walked back to his car with a renewed sense of urgency hoping he wouldn’t be late back to his apartment.  He made it in record time back to his home, set the food on the coffee table, and was about to start eating when he got another text message from Oliver.

[Greg said he had a good time.  He told me a little about what happened.  He said you’re a fast driver.]

Mark laughed to himself about the joke before replying.

[When is this special delivery and what is it?  I hope it’s not food because I was so hungry I already got something.]

[Not food, but I’m not going to ruin the surprise.  I hope you like it.]

Mark rolled his eyes at the response and picked up the remote for his television.  Two hours later he was comfortable, one hand down the front of his pants slightly teasing his own dick, the other slowly clicking through channels, he was broken from his zombie state by a knock on his door.  “This is it,” he said to himself, as he turned off the TV, dropped the remote, and got to his feet.  He moved to his front door, checked the peep hole and saw a young man patiently waiting outside with something flat leaning against his thigh.  He opened the door to find the person grinning back at him.  He was in his early twenties, dressed in a polo shirt and khaki pants, a massage table against his thigh and a black bag over his shoulder.  He had blonde, spiked hair, and a veiny, muscled neck that made Mark give a second look to his arms.  He gulped when he realized the man’s muscles had muscles.

“Hello, are you Mark?”

“That’s right.”

“Hi, I’m Brad.  I was sent by Oliver for a personal massage.  He said you’d need it after the day you had.  Can I come inside?”

Mark invited him inside, closed the door behind him, and told him to set up in the living room wherever there was space.  Brad carried the table into the room and quickly moved the coffee table out of the way to make space before setting up the table.  He dropped his black bag on the table next to the table and looked to Mark who came back into the room with two beers.  He gave one to Brad who accepted it easily and shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the table.

“Um, I guess I should get a towel or something,” Mark replied.

“Why bother?  We’re both men.  This is a private massage in your apartment so, you know, you could be naked for all I care.”

They grinned and giggled about the idea like two mischievous pranksters for a moment as they drank from their beer.  Mark shook his head a little to clear the cobwebs before shaking off any worries he had about what was going to happen.  He downed half of his beer before setting it down, then stripping off his clothes.  Brad chuckled when he dropped his pants to reveal he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Um, I usually, I mean...”

Did he really want to explain to this young man how he lost his briefs?  He bit his lip and stopped himself as he took off his shirt, undershirt, and socks.  Completely naked he stood before him and sucked in his gut. 

“Did you get cleaned up?” Brad asked.

“No, should I?”

“Go get a quick shower, but you know, clean thoroughly,” he said.

“Oh, right, I kind of forgot,” Mark replied, “just uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and walked out of the room to the bathroom.  He didn’t like the idea of leaving a stranger in his living room alone but he thought of Oliver and the trust he had in the man to send someone he could trust.  Fuck it, he thought before turning on the shower.  He stepped inside and just the feel of water against his skin made him relax a little so he soaped up and cleaned himself.

Ten minutes later, still naked but dried off he emerged from the bathroom feeling ready and comfortable for whatever was about to happen.  He walked back to the living room where he found the lights had been dimmed and several candles had been lit giving his apartment an unfamiliar romantic feeling.  Brad was relaxed on the couch with his phone in his hands, a smile on his face he finished a text message, sent it, then looked to Mark who took a deep breath and tensed his shoulders before he moved to the table and laid himself on it with his face in a head rest with a hole in it so he could be completely comfortable.  Comfortable and completely naked, completely vulnerable he listened as Brad opened his black bag.

“Um, before we start, just what did Oliver order for me?” he asked.

“Well, I’ll be massaging your muscles, all of your muscles.  I’ve got some oils, some scented candles, and this.”

He held a thin, small dildo down in front of Mark.

“That’s not so bad,” he replied.

“And this,” Brad said before holding out a different, longer, thicker, and more realistic dildo.

“Well, that might be a little more difficult.”

“That’s just the medium,” Brad replied before smacking him on the bare ass, “but we’ll work up to the others if you’re comfortable doing it.  It’s not like we have to get through the whole bag tonight.”

“Oh,” Mark said.  “There’s more?”

“Do you still want to do this?”

“Yeah, but let’s go slow and take it easy on me.”

“No problem,” Brad replied, “let’s get you relaxed first.”

Brad squirted some oil on his back, set the bottle down, then touched him where the oil had pooled.  Mark felt the other man’s strong fingers press into his skin and slowly work out over his back into his muscles.  For just a moment he tried to hold onto any thought, any feeling, of control before the man’s touch made him forget about such a thing.  He worked into his skin, into his muscles, from his mid-back to his shoulders then back down his spine to lower back.  The man was in no hurry as he felt up along Mark’s side to his shoulders again then down his arms one at a time.  He moved around the table with ease, never letting his fingers leave Mark’s body.  His arms, his back, his shoulders felt like putty as he felt the man move lower to his buttocks, a cheek in each hand he pulled and pushed at his flesh until he had them soft and malleable.  He squirted more oil on Mark’s thighs, pressed his thumb into the soft flesh, then the rest of his fingers.  He worked the sensitive areas carefully down to the backs of his knees, then it was his calf muscles, his ankles.  His feet were last and for a moment Mark thought about telling him to stop as he was ticklish but he was so relaxed he could barely gather enough breath to speak and was pleasantly surprised when the man touched the bottoms of his feet with a caress that made him forget about any kind of concerns he had. 

The man worked back up his body slowly and sensually until he got to his butt again and he pulled his cheeks apart, more oil, no lubricant, Mark realized, as the man worked the flesh around his hole first before a finger got to it, slowly, gently, he worked a finger inside.  More lubricant and the man pushed inside slowly.  Mark tightened for a moment as he caught his breath.  Brad told him to relax and exhale so he did, told him to just focus on his breathing.  Mark closed his eyes and took a deep breath then released it as he felt the finger undoing that knot of unconscious stress.  He often forgot just how tense he could get there but the man was opening him up and the rest of his body released its tension as well, the muscles of his stomach, the little muscles in the rest of his body all began to give up.  He felt Brad push inside deeper, thicker, more fingers, until his hole was well lubricated and then he picked up the small dildo and pushed inside with it.  Mark felt his dick harden and press up against his belly so he shifted a little to let it expand and not bend the wrong direction.  Brad kept at him, more lubricant, the dildo began to vibrate.  He didn’t expect that but the feeling was amazing.

The vibrations went through his entire body, across his skin and inside him simultaneously.  The first setting, Brad manipulated his hole into surrender as he worked up the settings as Mark’s own dick felt like a rock under him, a rock that was leaking.  He thought of the man doing this, his muscles and handsome face.  There was something completely professional about him, something kind and honest.  Maybe that was the most relaxing thing of all.  He sighed and let the man continue to work, barely noticing when the man pulled the small vibrator out only to replace it with something else.  His dick was still hard but it was odd to not hear and feel the vibration, but the man pushed inside slowly again and he relaxed himself to take it.

“We’re on the next size up,” Brad said.

Slowly he worked deep inside Mark who felt the intruder open new parts of him.  It was almost a tickling sensation but inside, internally, a place he had been told nothing should ever be and yet it was there and he was feeling it, and the feeling was intense and amazing.  His hole felt so big and it was the focus of his brain as the rest of his body still felt relaxed.  He felt like he was being split in two and put back together again at the same time as he felt the dildo slip inside.  It wasn’t long before he felt Brad pulling it back out.

“Wait,” Mark forced from his throat.

But it was gone and Brad gave a slight chuckle before playfully slapping him on the ass and reaching into his bag for something else, something bigger.  Bigger than that?  Mark swallowed and tried to crane his neck to see.

“Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” Mark answered.

Brad held the dildo in front of his face.  It was so thick, nearly as thick as a pop can, and the head, the head looked kind of silly, and it was so long it drooped in this funny kind of way.  Mark tightened his jaw at the sight of it.

“I’m going to stick this in your ass,” Brad said, “but don’t worry I’m a professional and I think you can take it.  Did you love the last one?”

“Yes,” Mark said.

Brad spanked him playfully.

“Yes sir,” Mark said.

“Good boy, now just relax and let me take care of you.”

Brad returned to his place behind him, slowly lubricated the dildo as he put his fingers back between Mark’s cheeks.  He put the head to his hole and for a moment Mark thought it would be impossible to get it inside but then he felt his hole, his body, expand in a way he didn’t think possible to something larger than he thought he could ever take.  It still wasn’t as big as the ones he saw in videos online but still it was bigger than he had ever thought possible for himself.  And that knot, the knot he thought was gone, it was completely loose and it felt like it fell apart.  There was only the sensation of the dildo slowly entering him and nothing else.  He closed his eyes as he felt it, his hole stretched and it was inside, deep and full.  Brad slowly pushed until he didn’t think he could take anymore then he pushed some more before slowly pulling it out, a moan escaped Mark’s lips as he shuddered and bucked from the sensation.  His own dick, his much smaller dick, felt red hot and solid so he was surprised when the man pulled it down between his thighs and began to play with it and his balls at the same time.

Instinctively he raised up his hips and the man continued to tease him until the big dildo was deep inside and his balls were tight and sensitive.  Brad grabbed hold of his dick, wrapped his fingers around it with just enough touch to the head and it was over.  He felt an orgasm like never before, a moment of silence and darkness, like every part of him was pulled through his body to his dick, not just his dick but the hole of his dick and it was all leaving him.  The greatest pleasure and pain simultaneously he sunk down to the table and the man pulled the dildo out.  He felt empty.  His anus strained and flexed in a way he never thought he’d enjoy.  It hurt a little sure, but it also felt good, it felt like something he’d never experience again, something he wished he had experienced previously, several times.

“Was it good for you?” Brad asked as he moved to stand beside Mark’s face.

Mark looked up to him, then down to his hard dick in his shorts.  He pushed himself up on the table and reached for the other man’s hip.  Brad moved closer and let himself be pulled closer.  He took down the front of the man’s shorts, a hard dick pointed out at him and he pulled it to his mouth.  He licked his lips and began to suck at the tip before licking at the length of it.  Bigger than the first dildo definitely, possibly more like the second one, he thought.  And he was right because the second one was a replica of the man’s own dick.  He grabbed hold of Brad’s butt and pulled him deep until he was gagging on it.  Brad pulled back when he saw Mark struggle to take it.

“Wait,” Brad said, “there’s something else we can do with this table.”

He stepped around to the front and pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles then off before motioning for Mark to roll over on his back as he snapped the headrest down and out of the way.  Mark did as he had been shown and rolled onto his back.  He knew what was going to happen next.  And though he had only ever done it a few times before he let his head fall back off the massage table and opened his mouth.  Brad was quick to push inside and deep, so deep Mark felt his nuts on his nose and above his lip.  He reached down to Mark’s body, to his nipples and his stomach, and he began to thrust.  Mark struggled to keep up but he wanted it.  He wanted the man’s load so bad.  He reached around and grabbed his naked cheeks in his hands and pulled at them urging the man to go harder and faster until he felt him strain one last time and heard him groan as he shot down his throat.  Brad pulled out and looked down to Mark who grinned back.

“Was it good for you?” he asked.

“It was awesome,” Mark answered.

Brad squatted down and kissed him, their sensitive lips felt like the only nerves in their body that were capable of stimulation.  They kissed for a moment before pulling away from each other.  Brad helped him up off the table and they went back to the shower together.  Mark was eager to wash Brad’s body, though he was less receptive to anal stimulation.  Once they were clean they went back out to the living room where they saw the mess they had created.

“Do you want another beer?” Mark asked.

“Sure,” Brad said.

They each got a beer and went to the couch and turned on their phones.  They each texted Oliver about what had happened and he replied within minutes to each of them telling them he was glad they had a good time.  Mark looked to Brad’s muscled body and Brad pulled him close for one more kiss.  There was a slight stirring for each of their dicks but neither of them had the stamina to do anything like they had just done again that night so they left it at that before they looked to the table and all the dildos sitting on it.  It was the biggest dildo he ever saw, the biggest he had ever taken, and he was sure he was going to buy himself one the next chance he got.

Grind and Bump (pt 03)

He grunted and had an orgasm, his seed deep inside of me. He shuddered and pulled away from me only for Allen to replace him. He stuck his dick inside of me, down to his balls. I was open and slippery from the lubricant and Jason's ejaculate. I looked up to Jason, his underwear covered half my face, as he stood over me scratching at himself. His limp dick was covered in white goo. I studied his body as Allen pounded away at me, his balls slapping with a determined rhythm. He dug his nails into my flesh and I tried to scream.

Jason saw my struggle and knelt beside me, he pinched at the tape, then pulled it from my lips. I felt the rush of fresh air. I felt a tingle through my skin. He pulled my underwear from my mouth, his underwear from my head. He sniffed at each of them before tossing them aside. He put his thumb to my lips, ran his nail over them around and around until finally plunging it into my mouth. My tongue wrapped around it. I sucked it, tasted the salt and dirt. He smiled at me as I looked him in the eyes. He shifted, a knee on each side of my head. He pulled his thumb out of my mouth, lowered his balls onto my face. His dick across my nose he pushed it down to my lips and I opened for him. I tasted his cum. It was sweet. I cleaned his dick, sucked and licked it until he began to stiffen again. Allen pushed deep, groaned and screamed as he ejaculated deep in me. I felt him pull out, my hole open and swollen. He pushed away from me. Jason stood.

I looked to Mark. He was still dressed. He looked at me from his chair as I felt the other young men's cum leaking from me. My cheeks, my body, was covered in sweat. My half erect dick was against my belly with more cum, my cum, leaking out. My muscles were sore. My arms ached. I shifted on them and caught my breath. Jason reached down to me and pulled me up, rolled me over and up to my knees. He was strong, stronger than I would have thought. I thought for sure Mark would be next.

"Round two," Jason said.

He pushed inside of me. I twisted and looked to Allen who sat with his feet in my direction. He wiggled them at me. I wished I could have crawled to him right then, put out my hands and crawled. I wanted to lick and suck his feet. Jason laughed and spanked my ass as I struggled to crawl. He started to grab hold of me but Allen saw, he knew what I wanted, and told him not to stop me. I slowly shifted one knee then the other as Jason followed behind struggling to keep his dick inside. He saw my goal. I got to Allen's feet, my head turned against the carpet I stuck out my tongue. Jason grabbed my hair, pulled my head up. He aimed my mouth for Allen's big toe. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

Mark got up from his chair and pulled a knife from his pocket. He stepped to me and cut away the tape around my wrists. My hands fell from my back and hit the floor. They were numb and tingled. I flexed them, felt the carpet, and pushed myself up. I pulled away from his toes, licked down over the bottom of his foot. Jason slapped my butt a few times, slapped my thighs.

Sweat pooled at the backs of my knees. My thighs strained, my biceps felt weak. I felt my dick, my limp dick, as it swayed with my balls, cum leaking out of it. I worried for a moment that I had pissed myself. I looked up to Allen and to Mark who had resumed his seat. It had to end soon, I thought, even if Mark was next Jason had to give up. He grabbed my hair and directed me from one foot to the other, from his sole to his toes and back again all while rocking me with his dick inside, his balls slapping against my own.

That's when I heard the key in the lock and the sound of two people talking. I couldn't make out what they said but they fell silent as they stepped into the living room and looked over the couch.

"Holy shit, it looks like you boys caught a fresh fish," someone said.

"Well not so fresh. How old is he?"

"It doesn't matter. He'll do anything. He's done everything we wanted so far," Mark said.

"I'm game."

"Me too."

I turned to look at them. Jason pulled me back onto his lap. He grabbed at my chest and I grabbed at his thighs. He had his second orgasm. I felt him hold his breath for a moment. I looked to the other two who began to strip. One was pudgy with soft pectoral muscles and a belly. The other was built like a body builder. The pudgy one stepped out of his underwear and walked towards me. His dick was small and he tugged on it. The other was larger but not nearly as big as Jason who pushed me onto my hands. I pulled off and waited. The pudgy one stepped to me. The body builder just watched. Jason got to his feet. Mark shifted on his chair.

Allen got up on his knees, stroked his hard dick. He moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist. His dick between my thighs poked my balls, ran along my dick. I sat back on his thighs. The pudgy one aimed his dick for my mouth. I took it easily. The bodybuilder spoke up.

"How many loads has he taken?"

"I fucked him twice," Jason said.

"I got him once," Allen said.

"Let me have a turn," he replied.

I reached down to Allen's dick and stroked it. Allen bit at my neck.

"I think he likes me," he said. "Just one more round."

"My name's is Greg," the pudgy one said.

"He's Tony," Allen said motioning to the other one.

Nice to meet you, I thought, but my mouth is full. I sucked at Greg's dick as Allen put his deep inside of me. I sunk to his hairy balls. He groped at my chest. I felt his warm body against my back. I was stuffed at both ends, every nerve of my orifices pushed to their limit. I wanted it.

A solitary moment for just me, there was no past and there was no future.

Grind and Bump (pt 01)

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.