THE BOYS NEXT DOOR

All the neighbors complained when the three young men moved in the
apartment across the hall from mine. The cry went up that the new
comers would play loud music and keep everyone in the building
awake with their comings and goings. Everyone complained but me. I
knew three good looking hunks when I saw them, and these guys were
beautifully built. I studied them carefully as they carried in
furniture, boxes of belongs, and stacks of books and records. They
had stripped down to their shorts, and I longed to lap up the sweat
that ran down their well developed chests and bulging arms. I could
not believe my good luck. I would get to see these guys coming and
going every day!

I decided to offer them some help with the moving. No one has
friends on moving day, and I wanted them to know that I was their
friend. Each one smiled warmly in appreciation, and soon I too had
taken off my shirt and was sweating in the heat. The three were
younger than I by about five years. They were in their third year
in a near by community college. It took me no time to learn their
names and what they were studying. Frank was an engineer student
from a small town in the rural part of the state. Rob was a
business major from a small city about a hundred miles away. Jeff
was an English major from a large city in the middle of the state.
Of the three, Jeff really caught my eye. His build told he had
been on the wrestling team in high school. And although he wore
big glasses, when he took them off and looked straight into my
eyes, I almost dropped the box I was carrying. He was the sexiest
looking of the three, but none of them would I have kicked out of
bed.

As soon as all their things were in the apartment, we sat down to
take a break. Frank complained that they had not thought to buy
beer. Hardly had he spoken than I was getting a six pack from my
apartment. The three smiled warmly as I handed them the beer, and
I felt Frank's smile was on the knowing side. Had he already
figured me out? Did he so soon know that I was dying to get into
their pants?

We drank deeply of our beer, and when Frank began speaking, I felt
sure he had my number. "Where are the girls around here? We three
fellows are going to need some action. We can't study all the
time," he said looking at me.

My heart skipped a beat. His message was clear enough. Thanks for
the help moving us in, but no thanks to anything sexual. We are
real men, and we want our pussy.

"I'm afraid I can't help you in that area," I said and paused
before adding, "In love and war, it's every man for himself."

"Well, where do you get yours?" Frank asked with almost a snarl.

"I'll gladly lend you a hand with moving or a beer to drink," I
said with a laugh, "but don't ask me to tell you my sex secrets."

"Why not?" asked Frank in a most unfriendly tone. "What kind of
secrets do you have?"

"Lay off, Frank," said Jeff pleasantly but firmly.

Frank took another swallow of beer, and I felt very uncomfortable
and wanted to retreat. I started to stand. Rob said I should not
leave. I said I had to go, but before I could move Jeff stood and
put his hand on my shoulder and firmly pushed me back to the box I
was sitting on. "You haven't told us the things we really need to
know about," Jeff said with his penetrating smile. "Like the best
grocery stores, the laundry-mats etc."

As I started filling them in on the neighborhood, the tension
caused by Frank began to ease, and soon we were telling jokes and
opening more beers.

When I finally left, they all shook my hand and thanked me for the
help and the beer. I thought for sure Jeff's handshake was
stronger than the others, but I was afraid to look straight into
his eyes. When I tried to release his hand, I realized that he was
holding on to me and forcing me to look him in the face. I almost
melted when I did. This twenty-one year old, blond hair, blue eyed
youth had a powerful stare that moved right to your insides. All
my muscles went weak, and it's a wonder I did not fall down right
in their messy living room.

"You didn't tell us what kind of work you do," said Jeff.

"I'm an English lit teacher at in the local high school," I said
weakly.

"English is my Major. If I need any help, are you available for
tutoring?"

"Sure," I answered thinking this guy was too sharp to need help
from anyone.

"You'd better find out what he charges," said Frank darkly.

I said there would be no charge for friends. As I was closing the
door, I saw Frank rubbing his crotch with a sneer. When I got in
my apartment, I decided to lay low for a while. They might have my
number, but I didn't have to confirm their suspicions with overt
acts of friendliness. Christ! What kind of world is it where you
are afraid to be kind to your neighbors?

Several days later, Rob knocked on my door one afternoon at four
thirty. He had a cup in his hand and wanted to borrow some flour.
He readily took a cup of coffee when I offered it, and I soon
learned about the three's living arrangement. They took turns
doing the household chores. One would cook for several days, one
would clean up the house, and one would do nothing. This was Rob
turn to cook. As we sat around talking, he kept glancing at my
apartment and complimenting me on how it looked. Finally, I
realized he was hinting to see it all. I invited him to see the
other rooms. Like his, my apartment had a master bedroom, a
smaller bedroom, and a bath and a half. I wondered what their
sl**ping arrangement was, but I was afraid to asked.

When Rob saw my king-size bed, he gave away their sl**ping
situation. "That's what we need," he said. He went on to say they
had a double bed in one room and a single bed in the other. As
with the house chores, they took turns sl**ping in the room with
single bed which meant two of them were always sl**ping together.
Rob said that he hated it when it was his turn to sl**p with Frank.
I timidly asked why, and he told me that Frank was a rough sl**per
and that sometimes he -Rob- would wake up and find Frank on top of
him. "I sure would hate to be a women in bed with that big...,"
Rob paused and I could tell he was looking for another word to
replace the one he started to use, "..bastard."

As we looked through the rest of my apartment, I began to get the
feeling that Rob had come to spy me out. When he saw my VHS, he
wanted to know if I had any dirty movies. I told him I usually
rented them. He kept pressing to find if I had any films at all.
Finally, I told him I had only one that someone had given me. He
wanted to see it. I told him there was not time, and he said just
let him see the cover. By now I was developing a strong attraction
to this young man and would do about anything he requested. I
opened a drawer and pulled out the video tape. On the cover were
two men and one woman with little to cover their nudity.

"Damn! I bet this is a hot one," Rob said instinctively touching
his crotch.

I told him we could look at it one night, and as I spoke I was
stealing glances at a large bulge in Rob's pants. Just then a
sharp knock at the door broke our individual thoughts. As I turned
to the door, I realized that Rob had left it ajar when he came in.
Now standing in the door way was Frank with his usual snarl.

"What you got there, roommate?" he asked pointing to the video in
Rob's hand. "You're not planning to look at fuck films when you're
supposed to be cooking my dinner are you?"

Without a word I handed Rob the cup of sugar he had come after, and
he handed me the tape. As they were leaving, I marvelled at
Frank's ability to inflict guilt into any situation. I had a
Sunday School teacher like that once. But apparently guilt givers
come in all shapes and forms.

A few days later I was surprised to find Frank standing at my door
with an empty cup in his hand.

"Sugar?" I asked as coolly as I could.

"No," he said very friendly, "I'm making brownies and it calls for
two eggs. We don't have any."

When I asked why the cup, he hesitated and finally admitted that he
hated to break eggs and asked if I would do it for him. As I was
cracking the eggs, Frank groaned. I asked why he did not like
eggs, and he told me with a shudder that he didn't like anything
slimy. I asked about raw oysters, and he said they made him puke.
With a bit of malice, I reminded him that oysters would put lead in
his pecker. He said he didn't need help in that department. Then
with a hand to his crotch and in hoarse whisper said, "Like I told
you that first day, I'm still looking for some action."

For a split second I wanted to put my hand on that bulging crotch,
but sanity took over, and I brushed the opportunity aside. Surely
this was his way of putting me on trial. Had I fallen for his
ploy, he would have called me a faggot and run to tell his
roommates that he had been right all along. Fuck him, I thought as
I handed him two eggs broken in his cup.

Instead of leaving, he asked to look at the video tape that I had
shown Rob. I got it for him, and he looked at it intently and
shamelessly gave me a profile of his erected dick. He was really
hung, but I refused to give in. It was a trap. I took the tape
from him and promised that maybe he and his roommates could all
come over and look at it sometime. I counted on the safety in
numbers. But Frank actually looked hurt as he left my apartment.
Or was it a look of confusion? He had been so cock sure (I love
that expression) that I was after his dick. Maybe my sending him
packing was a disappointment or a blow to his ego. Funny, I would
have given anything to have blown that big dick of his, and all I
blew was his ego.

The next night at ten o'clock, I opened my door to find Jeff.

"What? No cup?" I asked.

"I want to borrow something larger than a cup," he said with a
smile. "I need a place to sl**p tonight."

Quickly and, I hope, calmly, I threw open the door. Jeff explained
that it was his week to share the bed with Frank and that Frank's
girl friend from back home was there for the night.

"Rather than sl**ping on the floor, I thought I'd take a chance on
your letting me sl**p with you," he said with that smile and
penetrating look that forbad anyone to say no. Certainly, I
didn't.

I told him to give me a hand making up the guest bed, but when we
went into my room to get the sheets, he saw my king size bed, and
asked why bother with the other bed. Mine was bigger than he was
used to unless I minded sl**ping with him. When I told him I
didn't mind at all, I must have given away the whole truth about my
desire for him. He went to the far side of the bed and took off
his glasses and nailed me with one of his bedroom looks. Next he
slipped out of his tee shirt and waited for me to take off my
shirt. I did so. Next he took off his shoes and sox. I followed
his lead undressing piece by piece, but I could not take my eyes
off his beautiful face and captivating eyes. Soon we were down to
our underpants. He slipped his off with ease, and I almost
stumbled taking mine off, for the first glance at his huge soft
dick swinging below a bush of blond pubic hair was nearly more than
I could take.

"Get in bed," he ordered softly, and I willingly obeyed.

In the few seconds it took me to get in bed, his dick had risen
considerably. When he climbed in bed, he kept climbing until he
was sitting astride my chest, and I was eye balling one of the most
delicious looking dicks I had ever seen.

"Go for it," he said in a tone that was at once both sweet and
demanding. I did not have to be told twice. I slurped that lovely
dick right down as far as I could take it. Instantly, it was rock
hard, and I began maneuvering for a better sucking position. I
took his dick out and replaced it with his huge, warm balls. He
sighed deeply as I sloshed his balls one at a time in my mouth.

When I came up for air, I reached for the drawer in my bedside
table.

"What you getting?" he asked.

"A condom," I said.

"No need," he informed me. "I'm practically a virgin. I only had
one girl in high school, and we always used a rubber."

"No guys?" I asked.

"You're my first. Let's make it good, okay?" he said softly, and
with these word he lifted my head and inserted his dick into my
willing mouth. And as I sucked on that wonderful dick, I knew for
a certainty that he was telling me the truth about his virginity.
In no time he was pumping his dick as far down my throat as I could
take it. Soon he warned me that he was about to cum, and I sucked
harder to encourage him. What a wonderful load it was. Hot,
sweet, and plentiful. I took it all, and when he was finished, he
nestled up in my arms and went to sl**p. I could not even think of
sl**p. I lay there with that beautiful, manly youth -a fucking
wrestler- in my arms wondering what I could possibly have done to
please the gods for such a reward.

During the night I awoke to feel a warm mouth on my cock. When I
turned on the light, he looked up and smiled and went back to
sucking on me. I knew by the way he sucked that he was indeed a
virgin. I had to make several requests that he watch his teeth.
After a while I stopped telling him. It was a sheer pleasure to be
bitten by one so beautiful.

"Hey," he said taking my dick from his mouth, "I can't believe
this. I am about cum without even touching my dick."

I told him it happened that way with guys. Quickly I got our dicks
together, and he beat us off using his two hands around our dicks.
When our cums had stopped shooting and was still flowing over our
dicks and balls, he said he had never realized that sex could be so
good with another human being. I promised him that he had only
just begun and that I could show him a lot more. He smiled and
said he was willing. With that he curled up in my arms a second
time, and with our wet dicks touching, we went back to sl**p.

In the morning I heard him slip out of bed and head for the
bathroom. I went to the kitchen and fixed coffee and wondered what
kind of "morning after" thoughts Jeff was having. When I heard the
shower running, I got a towel and went into the bathroom. "Here's
a towel," I yelled over the noise of the shower. "Thanks," he
said. I wanted him to say something else, but I didn't know what.
As I was going out the bathroom door, he yelled, "Hey, Mike, do you
have that dried cum all over you dick and balls?" When I told him I
did, he asked me to join him in the shower and we could washing
each other off. Jesus, did I get in that shower in a hurry!

Drying off in my bedroom he told me he thought something was
probably wrong with him. I thought, Oh no. Here comes the guilt
shit. I told him nothing was wrong with him, and he asked, "If
nothing is wrong with me, why is my dick hard all the time?" I told
him it was made that way for people like me who like to take the
lead out of other guy's peckers. He laughed and taking his huge
meat in both hands asked, "You want to take some out of me right
now?"

Within the minute I had him propped up on pillars in my bed, and I
was between his legs sucking everything in sight. In no time he
shot a copious load of cum down my throat. After I had swallowed
it all, I looked up into those beautiful blue eyes and I almost
cried when he said gently, "Thanks." We looked at each other for a
minute without saying a word while his dick grew soft and fell on
my face.

He broke the silence by asking, "What else you got to teach me?" I
asked if he was really ready, and when he said yes, I lifted his
legs and licked the underside of his balls getting very close to
his clean ass hole. He lifted his legs higher and offered me
anything I wanted. At that point, I felt we both knew what we
wanted, but I stopped licking him long enough to roll him over on
his stomach. Then I began licking first one check of his ass and
then another. Each time I switched to the other cheek, my tongue
came closer to the center and that dark hole that awaited my
attention. When I was within an inch of his hole, Jeff began
moaning and moving his whole body on the bed. Finally, he reached
around with his hands and pulled wide opened his ass checks
revealing to me a hairless hole that was already opening itself and
inviting my tongue to invade it. I paused just long enough to
inflict Jeff with the anxiety of anticipation. Then I plunged my
tongue deep into his ass. As I did, he rose up off the bed and
f***ed his ass into my face.

Next he got on his hands and knees and pushed his ass into my face
and moved up and down. I felt as if my mouth was on a bucking
horse, but I was determined not to lose him, and he sure seemed
determined to stick with me. After about three minutes of the
wildest face fucking I had ever had, he turned and put his arms
around me and flipped me over in the bed. For a moment I thought
he had gone wild, but then I realized I had just been thrown to the
mat by a wrestler. Before I could get up, he climbed up on my face
and pushed his ass right down on my mouth and began rubbing it and
yelling for me to stick my tongue in deeper. I had so much of his
sweet ass in my mouth that I could hardly breath.

After a few minutes of that he quickly got off me and said, "Come
on. You know what we have to do next. Let's do it."

I knew exactly what was next. I told him to lie on his back. As
he got ready, I reached for a lubricant, but he shook his head.
"No grease," he said, "just you and me."

"Okay, Jeff, no lubricant," I said, "but you might as well learn
from the beginning to do it right, and doing it right means using a
condom." As I pulled the rubber over my enlarged dick, I added
truthfully, "I have been with other guys."

He nodding his head understandingly, and I lifted his legs and gave
him once last tonguing before putting my hard dick into his virgin
ass. I was easy. After all, I have a big dick, and it was his
first time. However, he took it like a sport, and soon I was
throwing him all I had and he was asking for more. What a sight I
had. His beautiful face looking up at me with lust, his muscular
body soaking up my hard dick. I leaned over and suck on his tits,
and he almost cried with joy. "I am going to cum," he whispered.
I told him that I was too, and just as we both reached our climax,
our mouths came together in a deep and longing kiss.

When I pulled out of him, he pulled me up on his chest, and I could
feel his warm cum sticking us together. "Guess what," he said.
"Next time you get the bottom." I told him it suited the shit right
out of me, and I asked if Frank's girl friend would be spending
another night. He said she was and he sure hoped he could find
someone to take him in again. No problem, I said.

**********************

If I fuck a thousand guys, I'll never forget Jeff's look when I
pulled out of him. His virgin ass had enjoyed the hell out of the
fucking I had given him, and it hadn't taken him long to get used
to my big cock and the pleasures of taking it up the ass. But
when I pulled out, he learned another new thing about fucking:
when it's over, there's an empty place in your ass and in your
spirit. I am not sure I can describe this, but when two guys are
really enjoying fucking each other, regardless of who's top and
who's bottom, there is a union of both body and spirit. And when
the dick and ass separate, there is a moment of emptiness. That's
why when I pull out, I always do some hugging and kissing. That
sort of keeps the spirit of the act alive. People who just fuck
to get their rocks off might not understand what I'm saying, but
let me tell you, Jeff was not the kind of guy you just wanted to
fuck and forget.

"Next time, you get the bottom," he said again cutting to my heart
with both his words and his beautiful blue eyes. I could tell by
the way he said it that he had enjoyed my fucking him, and he
wanted to show that he could give the same pleasure to me.
Naturally, I felt in love with him on the spot. Here was a guy who
wanted to fuck me, not just for his own pleasure, but to give me
pleasure, too. That's what fucking is all about.

Jeff spent the rest of the day with his roommates and Frank's girl
friend. In the afternoon they invited me over for drinks. I had a
hard time being so near Jeff, and tried not to look at him, but he
was the same easy going, self assured athlete. He asked me about
my work, background, and schooling just as if we have not spent the
previous night fucking our eyeballs out. Once when no one was
looking, he winked wickedly. Frank was unusually kind. He made
none of his usual petty remarks. His girl was the typical,
uninteresting yuppie. I could not help but wonder as we sat with
our drinks talking quite properly if she had gagged on that big
dick of his. I suspected that she had not even taken it in the
mouth. In fact, she looked so straight, I was surprised she even
slept with him. Maybe she just gave him a hand job. I was so busy
hoping that Frank had had a miserable sexual experience, that I
almost missed a question he directed at me.

"I hope you didn't mind having Jeff stay with you last night. He
behaved, didn't he?" asked Frank with faked innocence.

"I did not mind, and I can't tell you if he behaved." I said.
"Whatever he did, he did in the other bedroom."

"Oh? I thought maybe you two would sl**p in that big bed of yours,"
said Frank with a more of his faked innocence.

Before I could answer, Frank's girl spoke up, "Don't be silly,
honey, guys don't sl**p together in the same bed."

Apparently, Miss Proper did not know the the sl**ping arrangement
of the three. Hadn't she noticed that there were only two beds, a
double and a single? I decided it was my turn to get in a little
malice. "Some guys do," I said taking another drink.

This caused a conversational pause that couldn't be gapped. I made
my excuses and went home. Jeff saw me to the door and asked in a
voice that all could hear if I was sure I didn't mind him sl**ping
in my spare bedroom again. I also speaking for the benefit of the
others said it was no problem and that all three of them were
welcome to use the room whenever there was a need. Then to add to
the innocence of our relationship, I gave Jeff a spare key in case
he came in after I had retired. I thought it was a nice touch
since nothing would put me to sl**p until I slept in his arms.

I was lying in bed grading English themes when I heard him unlock
the door and come in. My heart skipped a beat. I was speechless.
He came in the bedroom and said nothing. I wondered if he was
having second thoughts about sex with me. Neither of us spoke. We
just looked at each other. Finally, he reached over and pulled the
sheet off my naked body. Still no words were spoken. Slowly and
deliberately he began to undress. First, he pulled off his tee
shirt revealing that muscular, wrestler's chest. He sat down on a
chair to take off his shoes and sox. Then he stood to unfasten his
jeans. He tried to let them fall to his ankles, but because of an
enormous erection, he had to pushed them past his crotch. Then he
just stood there with his pants around his ankles and his dick
pointing straight at me. I knew what he wanted. It was my turn to
get fucked, but I really wondered if I could take that huge piece
of meat. I had never had one that b ig. But when I looked in his
eyes, my fears and anxieties melted. Jeff could do wonders with
his eyes. One soulful look from those blue eyes, and my asshole
relaxed and began to itch for him to fuck me.

He came to the edge of the bed. Still neither of us had spoken. I
rose up on my elbow and took the head of his dick into my mouth and
tongued it good. He moaned softly, and while I was still sucking
his cock, he leaned over and opened the bedside table. I could
hear him taking out the lubricant and a package of condoms. I
sucked him harder and thought thank god he is going to use a
lubricant. The night before he had insisted I fuck him with just
my spit, but then I had eating his ass to the point it was ready
for anything.

I sucked deeper when I felt Jeff's hand on my ass. He pulled open
the cheeks, and I felt a well lubricated finger slip into my ass.
I moaned in pleasure, and I knew that I wanted his dick in me more
than anything else.

Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I jumped up and crawled to the
other side of the bed and turned to face him. On my hands and
knees I said in a firm voice, "You want my ass, don't you? Well,
Mr. High School Wrestler, I'm not giving it to you." A look of
confusion crossed Jeff's face. "If you want it, you're going to
have to take it," I said.

Now Jeff smiled broadly, and said, "That ass belongs to me." I told
him to come get it, and in a flash he was on me. I had never
wrestled before, but I was learning fast. I put up a struggle, but
my efforts were nothing for Jeff. In no time he had me on my back
with my shoulders penned to the bed for the count of three. Next
he flipped over on my stomach and pulled my right arm up behind my
back and sat on my butt. He pushed on my arm until I felt the pain
and then asked, "Whose asshole is this?" Quickly, I told him it
was his. He released my arm and stretched out on my back with his
mouth to my ear and his hard dick up against my ass. He whispered,
"You want me to fuck you? Tell me!" I begged him to fuck me.

"You got to help me do something," he whispered again. "What?" With
a laugh he said,"Help me with this damn condom."

We sat up and faced each in bed, and he let me roll the condom
over his huge dick. God! he looked sexy with that rubber on. I
remembered how I hated it when I first started using condoms, but
now they have become a real turn on. The sight of a rubber on a
hard dick causes my ass to juice up and get ready for action.

It was not an easy entry, but I was determined not to stop him or
slow him down. It was his first piece of male ass, and I wanted
it to be good for him. I knew it would be good for me. He wanted
me on my stomach which is not my favorite position when being
fucked by a giant cock. When I'm on my back, I can always wiggle
away from the full f***e of a pounding dick, but when I'm on my
stomach, there is nowhere to go. Being a wrestler, Jeff wanted
his man penned beneath him, and pen me to the bed he did.

I soon realized I was right about why Jeff wanted me on my back.
Fucking did remind him of wresting. I began to wondered if his
mind was on wrestling me or fucking me. Well, of course, he was
fucking me. That pole of a dick kept reminding me of that fact.
But I also had the feeling he was both wresting and fucking every
guy he had been to the mat with.

I asked him who his favorite wrestling buddy was in high school,
and he said a guy name Phil. Then he started fucking me harder, and
while he fucked, he put his arms under mine and his hands behind my
neck. I assumed it was some kind of wrestling hold. Then he drove
his dick to the hilt in my ass. In that position, I was helpless
to do anything except take every inch of it.

I had a feeling I knew what was going through his mind, so I asked
him how he would like to be fucking his buddy Phil right now. He
moaned and said nothing but by the increase of his pounding dick in
my ass, I knew I had been right. Jeff was in bed with me, but he
was fucking his high school buddy. Yet I didn't care. After all,
I was getting the pleasure of feeling that big dick, not some
friend from the past.

By the time he reached his climax, I was about to blow a load too.
As soon as he had finished, he withdrew and turned me over and
grabbed my dick and pounded it to until flying shots of my cum hit
me on the chin. Then without a word, he leaned over and kissed me
deeply on the mouth. I could feel my wet cum joining our touching
chins. Still leaning over me, he put his head next to mine on the
pillar and sobbed. I asked him what was wrong, but he continued to
sob for about a half minute. Then he raised his head and looked at
me with tears in those beautiful eyes.

"You were right. I was thinking about Phil," he said pausing.
"All those years we wrestled. I wanted to... I think we both
wanted to. I hope you don't mind."

"Why should I mind?" I asked taking a tear from his eye on my
finger and putting into my mouth.

"Because this was my first time, and it should have been with you,
not him," he explained.

"It was with both of us, and I'm glad you shared with me your
thoughts," I said truthfully. For a second I wondered how many
times I had fucked or gotten fucked with my mind or or the other
guy's mind on someone else. At least here was someone who was
honest about his thoughts, and that made the act even more
intimate.

"Let's get a shower together," he said getting up. "And next time,
I promise that my thoughts will all be on you."

I said it was a deal, and as I got in the shower with him, it came
to me that I had just had the best fuck of my entire life and was
due for another from this hunky, good looking wrestler.

+ + + + + +

Sunday night Frank's girl friend went, and Jeff had no excuse for
spending the night with me. We had a hard time seeing each other
alone, and he finally resorted to calling me on the phone from
school. He could never seem to get away from his roommates.
Wednesday he came over, and while we were discussing whether or not
we could get by with a fast fuck in bed, there was a knock at the
door. Both his roommates were there. I felt sure they were
checking up on us. Quickly, I told them I was just about to call
and invite them over for popcorn. Rob suggested we look at a fuck
film and my VHS. So I popped the corn, and put on a straight fuck
film that I usually show to my straight friends or the to guys I'm
trying to seduce.

It was a boring party. After a few comments, none of the roommates
said anything. I noticed that all three had hardons. I also
noticed that Frank kept cutting his eye both toward me and Jeff. I
figured he suspected something, but it had to be all guessing on
his part. Jeff and I hardly look at one another throughout the
film. When it was over, I told them I had papers to grade and that
had studying to do. As they stood to leave, I saw each was still
sporting a hardon. Jeff and Rob tried to cover theirs up, but
Frank made his very obvious and then said something that surprised
me.

"Hey, that made me real horny. Who do I sl**p with tonight? Oh,
yeah, Rob. How about giving me a little bit tonight?" he said
slapping Rob on the back.

"You just stay on your side of the bed, Frank," said Rob. "Beside,
you had your woman all weekend."

"Hell, that's history. Anyway, she wouldn't even..." Frank paused
and then obviously changed his words, "she wouldn't even begin to
take care of all I got to give." So saying, he pushed forward his
crotch which still showed a fairly good size piece of meat trying
to break lose.

"What he means," said Rob to me," is that she still won't give him
any head."

"Fuck you" said Frank.

"Come on! Let go home," said Jeff. "Mike doesn't need to hear all
this bullshit. He hears it all day from his students."

"Yeah," said Frank, "but they are little high school pricks. We
are big..."

"College pricks," said Jeff, and everyone but Frank laughed.

As they left, Frank made a point of being last, and as he was
walking out he cupped his crotch and said to his buddies in a way
that I knew was for my benefit, "Well, I'm still looking for
someone to swing on this and I don't care who it is."

I couldn't deny that I was a lot more attracted to Frank than the
first time I met him. He had gone from belligerent to caustic to
almost flirting. I guess he just didn't know how to out and out
ask someone to suck his dick. Poor Rob, I thought. He has to
sl**p with Frank tonight.

At eleven I was just finishing grading the last paper when I heard
a light knock on the door. I knew at once that it was Jeff
sneaking away from his roommates. I rushed to the door without
putting anything on. I pulled it open enough to see out, and there
stood Rob. Before I could stop him, he pushed the door open, came
in, and closed it behind him. And there we stood, me naked and him
fully clothed.

I had not turned on the lights, and it took him a few moments to
see that I was naked. My mind was racing for reasons when he said,
"I bet you thought I was Jeff."

"Let me get my robe," I said without answering his question. Going
to the bedroom would give me time to collect my thoughts, but he
surprised me by following me and watching me put on my robe.

"Jeff taught you that, didn't he?" he asked.

"Taught me what?" I asked with my heart pounding. I was cursing
myself for messing around with someone so near home. How would we
ever get out of this?

"Taught you to run around the apartment nude. He's always doing
that and telling us that we are candy asses and ashamed of our
dicks and all kind of shit like that."

"Well, in my apartment I feel I can do what I want," I said
somewhat cooling off.

"Yeah, that's what Jeff says."

"How about you? Do you run around nude in your apartment?" I made
boldly to ask.

"Sometimes," he said slowly, "but only if Frank's not there."

"Why is that?" I asked feeling better by the minute.

"Frank is too grab ass for me."

I couldn't believe Frank to be the grab ass type, but then my image
of Frank was changing for the better. Rob went on to say that he
was wondering if he might take me up on sl**ping in my apartment.
He said he just was not up to sl**ping with Frank. I told him it
would be fine and that he could help me make the guest bed.

"Oh, you don't have to go to that much trouble," he said.

"Well, you certainly don't want to sl**p on a bed without any
sheets on it," I said paternally.

"No, I was thinking I could sl**p here in your bed. It's plenty
big for both of us, if you don't mind," said Rob without ever once
looking at my face. I am glad he didn't, because I was in shock.
Was he coming on to me?

"Hey, do you mind if we look at that film?" he asked. "Not the one
you showed tonight. The other one with the two guys and a girl."

I mumbled yes, and then he blew my mind away. He started
undressing. He took everything off, and I saw standing before me a
beautiful young man with a runner's body and a semi hard, long dick
swinging between his legs.

"You said it was okay to go naked in your apartment, didn't you,"
he asked with c***dlike innocence.

"Of course," I muttered looking at him from head to toe. He stood
just long enough for me to get a good look and then started for the
living room calling over his shoulder for me to take off my robe.
I practically tore it in half getting out of it.

I got the film started on the VCR and the popcorn in the Microwave.
Rob was sitting on the sofa and I on a lazy boy recliner. The
movie was in the introductory stage which meant all the characters
still had their clothes on.

"Do they both fuck her?" he wanted to know.

"Of course."

"I mean at the same time," he explained.

I told him everybody would fuck everybody, and he seemed pleased by
the answer. I went after the popcorn, and when I got back, Rob
patted the place by him on the sofa and told me to sit by him so we
could both reach the popcorn. By then the movie was getting to a
steamy session, and I could not help but notice that Rob's dick was
responding. Sitting beside him made it a awkward to steal glances
at his rise cock. I tried to see it every time I reached for
popcorn, and always caught me looking. When the guys started
messing with each other in the movie, he really started getting
hot. His dick was not large around, but it was a monster in
length. Just the kind that slips all the way down the throat with
ease. Finally, I mentioned that he really had a big dick. He
stared at mine and said I did too.

I was just at the point of reaching for his dick when he asked if I
had seen that movie where the guy put his dick through the bottom
of a popcorn cup so that his girl got a feel of his dick when she
went for popcorn. I had seen the film. He said he always wanted
to try that and did I have any large paper cups. As a matter of
fact, I had some large plastic drink cups that would serve the
purpose. I got one for him, and he pushed the bottom out, stuck
his dick in it and filled it with popcorn.

"Do you want someone to reach for the popcorn?" I asked willingly.

"No," he said with a wicked smile, and I was crestfallen until he
added, "I want someone to eat the popcorn."

I set a world record getting on my knees in front of him. I
started eating the popcorn from around his dick, but could not
wait. I pulled off the cup sending popcorn flying, and before the
last piece hit the floor, his dick was out of sight down my throat
and his whole body was responding in ecstasy. He d****d him legs
across my back and ran both hand through my hair. He whispered
that it was the first time he had ever had his entire dick in
someone's mouth. I gave it a few plunges to the hilt and then
started licking his balls. I asked if the girls couldn't take it
all. After a pause, he told me he had never gone all the way with
a girl and then quickly asked that I not tell his roommates he was
a virgin. Just before going back to his dick, I asked if anyone
else had ever sucked him. He said only his best buddy in high
school. They used to do it after track practice.

I sucked a while longer before asking my next question. Was it
mutual with his buddy? He didn't answer. Instead, he stood up and
gently pushed me back on the carpet. He sat beside me and ran his
hands over my chest and stomach. Then he took hold of my dick,
looked at it for a moment, and leaning over, took it in his mouth.
I almost cummed on the spot. He couldn't take it all. I didn't
expect him to, but he sure sucked dick better than Jeff. I could
tell he had had some experience. After a minute I pushed around so
that I could reach his dick, and we stretched out on the floor and
got into a sixty nine position. In no time he was pumping a hot
load of salty cum down my throat. I wondered if it was the cum or
the popcorn that caused the salty taste. Before I could shoot, he
pulled away from my dick. I figured I had missed my chance. But
he told me he didn't want me to cum yet. He had other plans. At
that point I was more than willing f or him to take charge, and
take charge he did.

"I gotta pissed," he said heading for the bathroom. "Don't do
anything until I get back."

I lay there with a stiff dick and listened to him pissing. Then I
heard him open my medicine cabinet and wondered what he was up to.
Soon I saw him coming down the hall with a tube of lubricant in one
hand and a pack of condoms in the other. "What are these for?" he
asked with a sheepish grin. When I told him they were play things,
he said, "Maybe we ought to play with them."

"Whatever you like," I said wondering if this was a dream.

"I like the way you suck," he said matter of factly, and sat down
on my chest and flopped his semi soft long dick in my face. I took
it at once. God, but I love sucking a soft dick after it has shot
a load. But it was not soft for long. With the encouragement of
my tongue and lips, it regained its stiffness. When it was fully
hard, he began gently to face-fuck me pushing his long narrow dick
all the way down my throat. After a while he pulled it out and
laid it across my nose and between my eyes. I was lick its
underside as he moved up enough to lower his balls in my mouth.

"I love your mouth," he said in a husky voice of sexual excitement.
"What else do you like to suck?"

I figured that was an open invitation. I put my hands on his ass
cheeks and spread them open. When I felt his glory hole, I was
surprised to find it already lubricated.

"Want some of that?" he asked still in that husky voice of aroused
passion.

Without a word I pushed him off me and turned him over on his back,
and reached for a condom. As I was putting it on, he said he was
not sure he could take it all but that he would try. But I knew
that his ass was mine, all of it. When I was ready to mount him,
he turned over on his stomach and pushed his ass up in the air. It
is not my favorite position, but I thought maybe it would be fine
for starters. When my dick touched his ass, he stiffened up. I
told him to relax as I pushed first one finger and then another
into his tight hole. "Go for it," he told me. I pressed my dick
into him an inch and then paused. He breathed heavily but said
nothing. I figured he was no virgin to ass fucking.

"Did your track buddy get some of this?" I asked pushing my dick in
another inch. He said yes and pushed back on my dick taking
another inch. After that I couldn't talk for the pure enjoyment of
his ass. It seemed to grabbed every part of my dick and suck it up
into his beautiful body. On my knees I was soon pounding my meat
completely into his willing asshole, and he was meeting my every
thrust gladly. I had to slow down. I wanted it to last.

I pulled out and told him to follow me to the bedroom. As we were
walking down the hall, he said he had never been to bed with a man.
He said his buddy and he used to do it after school in the locker
room, in the car, or wherever they could find a private place. He
got on the bed and again raised his ass dog fashion. I told him I
was going to show him a new way and turned him over on his back.
He looked puzzled until I raised his legs over my shoulders. He
made a little gasp as I pressed my hard cock completely up his ass.
Before he could say anything, I lowered my mouth on his and kissed
him. He didn't respond, and knowing the answer, I asked if his
buddy and he ever kissed. "No," he said, "but I think I like it."
And with those words, he pressed his mouth against mine. With my
dick completely up his ass on one end and my tongue down his throat
on the other end, I was in bliss! In no time I was unloading my cum
in a fireworks orgasm. As I was shooting my last drops, I grabbed
his dick. He yelled that he was cumming, and just in time I
lowered my mouth onto its head and caught it. I had to know if it
was the popcorn or his cum that was so salty. It was the popcorn.
This load of cum was deliciously sweet.

We showered together and curled up and slept in each other's arms.
Once during the night I awoke and wondered about his roommates.
One of them I had been to bed with. Would each find out about the
other? Would that cause a problem? And what about Frank? What would
we do about him? As it turned out, they were questions that would
answer themselves within the week. In the mean time, I went back
to sl**p in the arms of a beautiful youth whom I had truly made
love to.

*******

After one weekend with Jeff and then several nights with Rob,
suddenly I had no one. They were busy with their college work and
activities, and I had my school work: grading high school themes,
going to sports events, and trying to act the role of a dedicated
English teacher. After a few days, I was really getting horny. I
caught myself looking at one of the husky school wrestlers and
thinking of Jeff.

What was going on across the hall? After a few more days, I began
to think something was happening. Maybe Jeff and Rob suspected
each other of going to bed with me. Maybe in a weak moment they
both confessed, and then blamed it all on me. I could just hear
them telling one another that I took advantage of them in a moment
of passion. Or I got them d***k or something. Hell, the truth of
the matter is that they both put the make on me. They had figured
me out and came on to me.

Friday at lunch I decided I had to make some kind of move. I would
invited the three over for drinks or to look at another fuck film.
That should do the trick. If they turned me down by making up some
lame excuse, then I would know the whole thing was over. I was so
nervous that I gave my classes free time for the rest of the day.
I kept thinking how terrible it would be having to live across the
hall from three people with whom I had an uncomfortable
relationship. Damn it! I should have never gone to bed with
someone so close at home.

By four thirty I already had a couple of drinks and a slight buzz
when I heard someone enter the apartment across the hall. It was
now or never. I finished off my drink and went over and knocked on
the door. Frank opened the door and stood behind it until he saw
it who it was. Then he threw wide the door letting me see that he
was half dressed. "I was about to get a shower," he said scratching
his balls. When I said I would return later, he insisted I come in
and have a beer. "I've been lifting weights at the gym," he
explained. "Let me get a quick shower." He insisted I take my beer
to his bedroom and wait for him to finish.

In no time he was out of the bathroom with just a towel d****d
around his muscular body. He took his time dressing. I think he
enjoyed showing off his stuff. And he had the stuff to show off!
His dick was long even when soft, and he had larger balls than
either of his roommates.

I tried to make small talk while he took the towel and re-dried
himself. He gave special attention to rubbing his balls and dick
thus causing it to rise a little. It was hard to keep my eyes off
that lovely piece of cut meat swinging between his legs. I did not
want him to catch me looking at his long dong, and I could tell he
kept trying to see if I was looking. After a while, I thought,
What the hell? He knows anyway. Why should I try to hide it? When
he finally put on his underpants, he did so right in front of the
chair where I was sitting. I was practically eye level and just a
few feet from a really great looking cock. Then he said he had put
his underpants on backwards and took them off to give me another
view. By then we both were into the game. His dick had a semi
erection, but neither of us verbalized what was going on. He just
showed me his cock, and I looked.

During this dressing and exhibition scene, I managed to tell him
why I was there, namely to invite him and his roommates over for a
drink and a movie on the video that evening. When he asked with a
wink what movie I had to show, I told him innocently that I was
planning to rent whatever movie they wanted to see. He immediately
suggested we look at another of my fuck films. I said fine and
told him to tell his roommates and be over around eight. As he
walked me to the door, he put his arms around my shoulder and gave
me some bullshit about being a good neighbor.

Back in my apartment, I chided myself for giving in to staring at
Frank's dick. It was true that he had me figured out, but I also
had him figured out. Frank was a homophobic of the worst kind. I
was sure that if I ever made a pass at him, he would scream his
innocence in leading me on and most probably do me v******e. If
nothing else, he was sure to brag to his roommates that he had told
them I was a faggot. I was going to have to keep Frank at a
distance. So what if he had a weight lifter's body, a big dick,
and lovely balls?

At exactly eight o'clock, there was a knock on the door. Before
opening it, I checked to make sure every thing was in order.
Popcorn, beer, film in the video. Everything was in order. I
walked slowly to the door with happy expectations of an evening
with three beautiful youths. When I opened the door, Frank stood
there alone with a sheepish grin on his face. I invited him in and
asked if the others were on their way. He ignored my question and
made for he popcorn and beer. I waited for him to settle on the
sofa before asking again.

He explained that both Jeff and Rob had college activities to
attend that night. Then he said rather un-convincingly that he had
forgot they would not be home when he accepted my invitation. "Am
I still invited?" he wanted to know. I told him yes, and wondered
how I was going to play his little game of queer bating all
evening.

"Let's look at a fuck film," he said going to the VHS. "Where do
you keep the good one?"

Before I could answer, he opened the cabinet beside the television
and was looking over my collection of porno films. He pulled one
out and said, "This looks interesting. I've never seen one of
these. Can we look at it?"

To my shock I saw he had an all male film. "Anything you want," I
said.

He slipped it in the VHS and turned on the television. The film
showed two college football players after practice. They were
alone in the locker room horsing around. Next they went to the
shower together and played around some more. I had seen it several
times and kept worrying about what Frank would say or do when the
two got down to hard core action. The hell with it, I thought.
After all, he was the one who chose it.

As the two players were drying off, Frank said, "Hey, that reminds
me of getting dressed in front of you this afternoon."

"Yeah, but we didn't do what these two are about to do," I said
trying to warn him of the direction the film was going. Frank
glanced at me with a grin which I could not interpret.

"That one guy has a great...," Frank paused and then said,
"..body."

"Not as great as yours," I said before thinking.

"I lift weights," said Frank. He's just an actor." His eyes were
glued the screen when to my surprise, he said, "And look at that
big dick he's got."

"Not as big as yours," I said not caring this time.

"Oh, mine isn't so big," said Frank in a tone that admitted the
lie. I didn't say anything. I had gone as far as I dared. In
silence we watched the actors who continued to towel off as their
dicks grew larger by the second.

"Do you really think so?" asked Frank, and then taking his eyes
from the film and toward me, he added, "That my dick is big?"

I assured him it was very big. He smiled and then looked back at
the film for a few minutes. By this time the two athletes had
dropped their towels and one had dropped to his knees and was
sucking the other's cock.

"God, I haven't had a blow job in a long time," Frank said with
heavy breathing.

"Not since your girl was here last week," I made bold to say.

"Shit! She wouldn't suck dick. She didn't even want to fuck."

By now Frank was shamelessly rubbing his cock, and I could easily
see it was fully hard beneath his jeans.

"I thought sure she would have sucked you," I pressed.

"No, she said it was too big. Hell, I hate to go through life
missing blow jobs because it's too big," he said and without
looking at me asked, "Do you think it's too big to get sucked?"

"I don't really know since I haven't seen it," I spoke hardly able
to breath.

"You mind having a look at it and letting me know what you think?"
he asked, unzipping his pants without waiting for me to answer. It
was so hard, he couldn't get it out, and I suggested he lower his
pants which he quickly did while walking over to stand in front of
my chair. I almost fainted when I saw the whole thing standing
hard and long before my face.

"Well, what do you think? Is it too big for someone to suck?" he
asked practically pushing it into my face.

"Shall I try and see?" I asked.

"Go for it," he said, and without waiting grabbed my head and
pushed my mouth onto his throbbing dick.

What a dick to have pushed into your mouth! It was far too much to
deep throat, but it was sure as hell fun trying a few times. But I
quickly gave up that and went for putting a sucking on that huge
cock head. I don't know when I have had such a prick to suck on,
and I really don't think I've ever had anyone who apparently
enjoyed it more. Frank was all motion. Not only was his cock
flying in and out of mouth as fast as I could take it, but he was
flexing his whole body. He would go up on his toes and them
tighten his stomach muscles. He would run his hands through my
hair and then lean over and rubbed my back, and with all this
motion came a constant chatter of encouragement. "Suck it, buddy,
Oh please suck it. I need it. God! That feels good. You're the
best. Take all of my dick you want. It's yours, baby."

His words alone about made me cum in my pants. I could feel juice
running out of my cock. About that time, he made a loud sound, and
yelled, "Jesus! I'm cummng. I'm really cumming!"

And cum he did. It was like a geyser erupting in my mouth. It had
to be the most cum I had ever had in my mouth -and out of my mouth.
There was no way I could take it all, but I manfully tried. When
he finished shooting, he did not pull away but left his softening
dick in my mouth. As it grew smaller, I was able to take more of
it until finally I had it completely down my throat. At this point
Frank leaned down and playfully bit my ear and whispered, "Thanks,
buddy. That was great." And with these words, he pull his dick
from my mouth and throat and went back to the sofa.

I was bone hard and hot as hell, but I also knew that this would be
a critical time in dealing with Frank. I was wondering what his
next action would be. I was prepared for a guilt trip or one of
those "I have never done that before, but those films made me horny
and I couldn't help my self."

It's the straight's ploy of putting the blame on the other person.

When he got to the sofa instead of pulling up his pants, he took
them completely off and asked if the door was locked. I told him
that it was, and he said that he was sorry he came so fast, but
that he could easily go twice if I was interesting. Was I
interested! He stretched out nude on my sofa and was the prettiest
picture of male, masculine beautiful. "Come here," he told me. I
was there in a flash. "Did you get off?" he asked. When I told
him that I didn't, he said, "I like it when someone licks on me.
Do you mind doing that? I mean, you don't think that's weird or
anything."

I assured him I didn't think it was weird, and in no time I was
kneeling at the sofa and lapping up on his muscular chest. I was
going good on his right nipple when I felt his hand rubbed against
my dick. "Hey, you got a big one, too," he said. "Let's have a
look at it." I pulled out my dick which was as hard as marble, and
when I went back to sucking on his chest, I felt his big hand
wrapped around my cock. Next he started jerking it. That did it.
I raised up and told him I was cumming, and just before the first
shots fired, I lowered my face into his crotch and rubbed it in his
pubic hair and soft dick.

When calm and sanity returned to my thinking, I wondered how much a
mess I had made on the rug and sofa. I looked down, and he read my
thoughts.

"No, problem," Frank said. "I caught it all in my hand."

And sure enough, I looked at that beautiful hand of his and found
it full of my milky cum. He raised it and rubbed it on my chest,
and then silently lifted it to my mouth and offered me a taste.
I'm not one usually interested in tasting my own cum, but I
couldn't refuse the sweetness of the moment with Frank.

As I touched my tongue to his hand, he winked and said, "I hope you
like the taste, because I'll have another load for you before the
night is over. And he was as good as his word. Next time we did
in my bed.

Frank was not only good during sex but also afterwards. He was no
bang, bang thank you, man fucker. We lay abed and he told me all
about himself. He said he had been mean toward me, because he
always considered homosexual people weird. On his high school
football team all the players talked about what sissies the gays
were, but strangely enough, it was while he was on the football
team that he started jerking off with his buddies. It was an off
the field event. Is always started with individual masturbation,
but it usually ended with mutual masturbation. Frank said he had
jerked off and been jerked off by almost everyone on his high
school football team. Frank would never consider sucking a dick,
but since he and his football buddies had jerked each other off, he
never minded getting me off with his hand. Truth to tell, he
didn't have to do much. After sucking on him, I was ready to go in
a second. It took just a few shakes of that big hand to get me to
the stars.

When I asked about why he had decided to change his attitude toward
me, he said it was due to the girl who had spent the weekend with
him. He had tried all weekend to get some head from her, but she
refused. He decided then that he was crazy to turned down a steady
blow job so near home. "You are going to be my steady cocksucker,
aren't you?" Frank asked ruffling my hair. I didn't say a word but
slowly slipped between his legs and slipped his dick into my mouth
and closed my eyes as I felt his hand slip around my hardening
dick.

For next two years, the boys next door kept me in dick, and I kept
them out of cum. The four of us never did it together. In fact, I
never admitted to a one of them that I was sucking the other other
two. I am sure the three all know what was going on, but they
preferred to play it cool. Oh, by the way, which one turned out to
be my very favorite? Which would you have chosen? I never had to
choose as I had them all three every week.
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22 days ago
another favorite. Rob, the track man, then Jeff, the wrestler, probably never Frank as he is still an asshole.