Grant is a little hypocrite, I think. I definitely saw his junk twitching.
“You think he’s gay?” Miles asks, sounding genuinely curious. “Or like… bi, or something?”
“He had like four girls this semester alone, man,” Finn says. “Jess, and the girl from his fluid dynamics class, and the redhead from Delta Phi—”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“We’ve lived with him for two years,” Grant states. “Come on, we’d know.”
“I’m just saying. I mean—look at him.”
There’s a pause where they all do exactly that.
I can even imagine the picture of it. Grant above me, big hands hooked behind my knees, holding me folded open. Walker between my legs, two fingers opening my hole so it can be used by his cock. Miles with his hand around my rock-hard length.
I wonder what my face looks like right now.
I wonder if I look as gone as I feel, or if the outside of me is still doing the thing, still blank and still and unreadable. I hope it is. I want it to be. I want to look like nothing is happening whileeverything is happening. And I want all four of them to keep looking at me like I’m a piece of fuckmeat.
Miles moves his other hand, pushing my shirt up. I feel his fingers brush my ribs and then my chest, finding my nipple right after. He pinches it slightly, and I have to do a significant amount of work to not make a sound. Man, why didn’t I ever try to play with my nips? It feels amazing.
“That’s gay, dude,” Finn says, immediately.
“And this isn’t?” Miles gestures vaguely at the rest of the situation.
“There’s a spectrum, you know?”
“You’re just saying words now.”
“I’m just saying there’s a spectrum, and touching a guy’s nip is on the gay end of the spectrum—”
“Further than two fingers in the ass?”
A pause.
“Uh,” Finn says, and a second later his hand joins Miles’ on the other side of my chest and finds my other nipple.
I feel his fingers play with it enthusiastically and it’s just wild.
It’s a lot all at once.
Walker’s fingers fucking me open and Miles’ thumb on one side and Finn on the other and Grant above me and I’m staring at Grant’s tent and—yeah, fuck.It’s a lot.
Miles snorts suddenly. “You can’t say shit, man. Not bricked up like that.”
Finn sighs theatrically and pinches my nipple hard. “Like I said, the dick likes what it likes. And what it likes right now is Kit’s nips.”
“They’re pretty,” Grant says, from above me. He moves his crotch closer to my face. I can feel the heat and the thick musk of it.
“I know, right? They look like they’d be good to—” Miles starts saying, then he just leans down and latches onto my nipple.
The sound I don’t make is the most heroic thing I have ever done in my life.
An electric wave starts from the nipple Miles is now slobbering on and goes down all the way to my hole, where I clench around Walker’s fingers. My cock leaks onto my stomach. I stare at Grant’s tent, with nowhere else to look.
Idaho, I miss you.
“Dude,” Finn gasps. “That’s—okay, that’s—”
