I shuffled around, taking control of breaching Zack's ass. “You like this, baby? Just wait until you’re ready for this little plug to be replaced by the cock you just had in your mouth. I'm not going to take it easy on you. I have over a year of pent-up frustration I plan on taking out on your ass.”
“God yes,” Zach cried. “Give me that now. Please, Colin. Want you so bad.”
“Not today, but soon.” I twisted plug, tipping it as I pulled it out, making sure the entire length grazed along Zack's sensitive nerves. He keened, bucking forward twice before his body went rigid.
Just as he was told to do, Colin gathered Zack's release in his mouth. He pushed himself onto his knees, wrapping his arms around both of our bodies. His hand slid up to my neck, drawing me close over Zack's shoulder. He kissed me, offering me what was left of Zack's release. When the salty, bitter taste hit my tongue, I nearly came on the spot. But that wasn't how today was supposed to go.
I quickly spun Zach around, shoving his head down to my waist. “Do it,” I demanded. “But don’t you dare swallow. That come belongs to Colin. Want him to have both of us on his tongue the next time he kisses you.”
“That shouldn't sound as hot as it does.” Zach hesitated, stroking my dick slowly. “Do you think it's wrong that I really want to kiss you right now?”
“Why would that be wrong, baby?”
His cheeks flushed and he wouldn't make eye contact with me.
“Zach, look at me,” I demanded. His gaze slowly rose to meet mine. “Why do you think there would be anything wrong with wanting to kiss me? You had my dick in your mouth, so I think it's safe to say there’s no reason to be shy about kissing.”
He buried his face against my stomach. I had no doubt he was hoping I wouldn’t hear his confession. But I did. “I want to taste myself on your lips.”
I shivered, needing that more than I thought possible. “Are you kidding me? That is one of the hottest things I've ever heard you say. Get your ass up here.”
I hitched my arms under Zach's pits, lifting him up, making sure there was no mistake how serious I was about wanting to kiss him. Next time, I’d make Colin kiss Zach so he could be the one to get a mouthful of his own seed. Zach moaned, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck as I kissed him, plunging my tongue between his lips, making sure every inch of his mouth was coated with the taste of his own cum.
He began bucking against me, despite the fact he was still coming down from his orgasm.
I tangled my fingers through his hair, staring at him in disbelief. “God damn. Where has this filthy boy been the past three years?”
“Hiding at the back of the closet,” Zach remarked without missing a beat.
“Never again,” I promised him. “Now, it's time for you to finish me off so we can take care of Colin.”
“Yes, please,” he sighed as he practically dove onto my cock. It was safe to say Colin and I had created a monster. Now, the trick was going to be keeping him from letting the frenzy of something new take over. I couldn't speak for the other two, but I didn't want whatever was blossoming between us to burnout and die.
11
Zach
So,that happened.This was my first thought every morning since the day that completely changed my life. I kept waiting for the world to come crashing down around me in the days and weeks following my introduction into the world of gay pleasure.
The only thing I knew for absolute certain was there was a zero percent possibility I was straight. Being with Daniel and Colin had proven my issues over the past year really did come down to who I was sleeping with. Namely, the fact they were women. It turned out, staying hard and coming until I nearly passed out was easier when I had a bossy man—or two—and plenty of dick to go around.
I really thought being with them would mean late nights screwing around when we all should have been working on homework, but between Colin’s and my shifts at the pizza parlor and Daniel's determination to graduate with honors, we'd all gone back to getting well acquainted with our right hands. And maybe things would've been different if it wasn't this colossal secret we were trying to keep to our side of the suite. That was on me. I knew I needed to making things right with the rest of our roommates, but so far there hadn’t been a chance. Actually, that was complete horse shit. There had been plenty of times I could have cleared the air but, every time they were around, I chickened out.
No more. Tonight, I intended to clear the air. I swiped my keys off my desk and shoved my wallet in my back pocket. Brandon was the only person hanging out in the common area. That wasn’t a shock since he’d proclaimed himself to be the suite’s cook. It was self-preservation, really, because the rest of us were totally capable of burning water when we stepped foot in the kitchen. And with my dad being a cheap bastard about my living allowance, I happily chipped in so Brandon could pay for groceries and give us home-cooked meals in return.
“I’m making a beer run,” I let him know as I flopped onto the couch to put on my shoes.
“You’ve been staying in a lot more this year,” Brandon observed as he added more spices to whatever he was cooking. Italian, from the smell of it. And because it was a Sunday, he was probably making lasagna. It was the only day of the week he had time to properly cook down his sauce, or so he said.
I bristled, wondering what else he’d noticed about the change in my behavior.
Relax. It’s not like you’ve been staring at everyone’s asses every chance you get,I scolded myself. The paranoia was another motivating factor in me talking to them.
“Trying to buckle down this year,” I told him. Hopefully that was enough of an explanation. They’d all given me shit the past couple of years because of the one time I nearly wound my ass on academic probation. They didn’t understand what I was like to walk in my shoes. I’d hadzerofucking freedom before I’d moved away for school, and that contributed to me going a little overboard with the partying whenever an opportunity arose.
“Good for you, man.” Brandon sounded like a proud parent more than a supportive buddy. Then again, he’d always sort of been like the surrogate parent of the suite. “Does that mean you’ll be home for dinner tonight?”
“Yeah, I was actually hoping everyone would be here,” I admitted. “Have some shit I need to talk to you guys about.”
