Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:45:51 EDT From: ImJeff0882@aol.com Subject: My Roommate Nick, part 22 Okay. I wrote this and it got to be even longer than it is now. We've seen Brad twice since he returned. This is an account of both those time, except, for the sake of brevity, I tried to combine both weekend into one. I think I edited the story so that it will make sense, but I'm not that great at proofing my own writing, so if the timeline gets screwed up, that's because I did a lot of cut and pasting and combined the two weekends. There is not as much sex in this one as in Chapter 21, but I hope you enjoy the sex that is written about. My Roommate Nick, Chapter 22. (Our weekend with Brad) I woke up as I usually do; Nick was awake, in bed reading and running his hand up and down my chest. I was stuck in that place between sleep and wakefulness. What I was also aware of was that my dick was hard. It must be morning. It was Saturday at 7am. We never really sleep later than that and usually get up earlier; at least Nick does. As I stretched and groaned, he took hold of my morning wood and squeezed. I jumped out of bed, went to the bathroom and peed and brushed my teeth. By the time I got back, Nick had a cup of coffee waiting for me. We both sat in bed, drinking coffee and talking about our day. We were going to spend it with Brad. We had not seen him since June. I handed Nick my empty cup and lay down beside him with my head in his lap. I love to have my head and back scratched, especially in the morning. Nick knows that a little pampering in the morning goes a long way. He's worked it so that he hasn't cooked a dinner in almost a month. Nick said as he scratched my back, "Do me a favor. I really have to get to the library this weekend and I don't want to go tomorrow." I glanced up at him, "Football?" He says, other than everything he does with me, football is his love. He nodded. He was running his hand down my back. He loves to slide his finger along the top of the crack of my ass. It's the spot where my lower back ends and the round of my ass begins. For some reason he loves that spot. He was running his fingers over it. He said, "Drop me off at the library, pick up Brad and then I'll meet you guys for lunch. Then we'll hang out and I won't feel like I've blow the whole day." "Okay," I said. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled and said, "Yeah, what do you want?" I rolled over and exposed my erection. "A quickie," I said and laughed. He never says no. Nick laughed, scooted down and took my dick in his mouth. I lay back, closed my eyes and let him do what he does so wonderfully. While he was sucking my dick he was jerking off. "Turn around so I can watch you jerking," I said. He turned his body so that his dick was near my face. He continued sucking my dick as he jerked. I lay watching him. I think he has the most beautiful cock and balls. Everything is in the right proportions. His balls are smooth and medium sized and while he jerks they bounce around in his scrotum. His dick is perfect; cut, thick, nicely shaped and rock hard. As I watched him jerking, I took in the musky smell of his crotch. I love his smell. I moved closer and pushed my face in between his legs. I took a beep breath. His smell gave me goose bumps. I began licking his balls. He moaned as he sucked on my dick. He moved so that now he was on top of me and straddling my face. He continued masturbating. I buried my face in his scrotum again taking in his smell. He kept sucking. I know what he loves. I opened my mouth and sucked in both of his balls. They filled my mouth. I closed my mouth around his scrotum pulling his balls away from his body. I closed my teeth around his ball sac and moved his balls around in my mouth with my tongue. "Oh fuck," I heard him say. He was jerking hard. I kept licking his balls as he jerked and sucked my dick. Letting his balls slide out of my mouth, I began licking that place between his scrotum and ass hole. He moaned. I went back to licking his balls as they jumped over my lips and nose as he jerked hard on his dick. He was getting close. I moved so that we were on our sides. I pushed my tongue against the head of his dick. As he jerked, his dick head moved over my lips and tongue. He began groaning and thrusting forward. I felt the first shot of his cum hit my lips. He thrust his dick into my mouth and stopped jerked as I began sucking on his dick. He emptied himself into my mouth as his body shook. Having his dick in my mouth and tasting his cum brought me to the edge. Nick kept sucking me hard. We both began to moan as I began to cum. We gently sucked on each other's dick as we held each other. Nick turned around, lay beside me and put his arms around me. I, like Brad, like to be held after I cum. He knows me well; I no longer have to ask. After a while, Nick said, "Let's take a shower." He got up. I stayed lying in bed. I heard the shower running and then heard him get in. I got up and got in the shower with him. We don't always get to shower together lately, but typically we do on weekends. I shampoo my hair as Nick washes my body, running his hands over my back, down the crack of my ass, over my chest and then special attention to my dick and balls. Then it is his turn. He did his hair and I wash him down. As I soaped up his body, he said, "Ask Brad if he wants to spend the night." I looked at him. "Not for sex. He can sleep on the sofa bed. I looked on line and there's a club around here that's for gays and he can get in. Then you and I can drive him back after dinner tomorrow night. We'll have dinner here and get dessert there." "No sex," I said. "I don't want to tell him were not going to do it and then start and then tell him that it won't happen again." "No sex. Just ask him. Maybe he has plans. Maybe he won't want to stay. But if he does, it'll be good." "You're just going to watch football tomorrow." "I thought we could get up early, eat light, go to campus and lift weights with him. I think he'd enjoy it. We could go for a run or go for a swim in the pool. Then we can go to lunch and come home. You guys can do whatever while I watch football. Then we'll go to dinner and then drive him home." I said, "Okay, I'll ask him." I dropped Nick off at the library and took off to pick up Brad. I knocked, he opened the door. He looked good and was all smiles. He looked hesitant about hugging, but I just threw my arms around him and gave him a full body hug. I kissed him on the mouth, not open mouth, and he kissed me back. I told him we had a big day ahead of us and asked him if he wanted to spend the night on the sofa. He said, "YES." He went to his room and packed his backpack with clothes and his books. He was taking a philosophy class and wanted to talk to Nick. I told him to bring all his philosophy books. We drove back. Brad and I went to the college grill. I called Nick and told him where we were and that we'd wait for him for lunch. Brad never stopped talking. He talked to me about his summer, about his roommate, about his classes, about working out and about how much he wanted to see Nick and me again. He had been back at school for a few weeks, but one thing or another got in the way of us getting together. He said that when we finally set a date to get together he felt as if he was in a constant state of anticipation. I told him that Nick and I felt the same way. When he saw Nick, his face again lit up. They hugged and kissed. Nick kept smiling at him and mussing up his hair. Brad loved it. We told Brad to grow his hair so that we could take him to the place where we get our hair cut, so we could get his hair styled. He looked bushy, but cute. He wears his hair a bit long; it hangs over his ears and he wears bangs. He told us that his father kept yelling at him to get his hair cut, but he refused. After lunch we stopped at this place where we buy a lot of our clothes. Brad said he had money to spend and wanted us to help him pick stuff out. He needed new clothes, or clothes that fit right. One of the salesmen we've become familiar with was there. We told him that we wanted to dress Brad anew; jeans that fit, shirts that were not two sizes too big. And some sexy underwear. This guy is fun. He's about our age, gay and pushes the edge if you let him. We told him that Brad, our young gay friend, wanted to look subtly hot in a collegiate way. "Young and subtly gay," he said. Brad nodded. He asked, "What type of underwear are you wearing?" Brad said, "Boxers." "Okay," he said, pulling Brad's shirt up and checking out his butt. "Let's start there. Boxer briefs or jockeys." Nick said, "Get him some black Calvin boxer briefs and let's pick out some Aussie Bums." Nick has been buying himself and me wild underwear lately. The salesman said, "What size are you?" Brad said, "I don't know. I guess medium." John the salesman said, "Let's go into my dressing room," as we grabbed the underwear. Brad stepped into a dressing room with Nick. A curtain covered the doorway. I stood outside holding the curtain open. John said, "You're not modest, are you?" Brad said, looking at us, "I guess not." "Good, take off your clothes. Let me measure you," as he traded places with Nick. Now Nick and I were standing outside the dressing room and watching. Brad kicked off his shoes and pulled off his pants. I thought it was interesting that he left his shirt on. "Take the shirt off, too," John said. Brad pulled his shirt off. Nick and I both looked at his chest. Nick said, "Dude, you've got some definition going on there." Brad nodded and smiled. He actually flexed his chest and tightened his abs. I laughed and said, "Damn, look at you." I reached over and ran my hand over his chest and stomach. "Three months working out and you've got some abs going there." Brad smiled and blushed. Nick said, "You'd better stop that," to me, "or you'll get him boned." John said to me, "Keep rubbing." We all laughed. So did Brad. John said, "You are a cutie. Yeah, I think I've got the right size briefs here. You want us to leave while you put a pair of these on, or are you up for giving us a treat?" We all laughed, again. "They've seen it before," he said. John said, "Oh, and have you seen theirs?" Brad smiled and said, "Oh yeah, several times," as he dropped his boxers. John looked at us and smiled and the back at Brad. The fact that his body was tanned was obvious now. His ass was smooth and white. His pubes were trimmed. At first, I thought he had shaved clean, but then I noticed a light brush of hair. We all glanced from his chest to his crotch to his face and smiled. He smiled. Nick said, "You're looking good." He reached over and mussed up his hair. Brad smiled. I noticed his dick moving. I said, "You'd better give him something to put on." John, clearly checking Brad out, handed him a pair of Aussie Bum's underwear. Nick said, "You'd better get that thing tucked away or John is going to get on his knees." We all laughed. Brad pulled them on. He looked great. John measured Brad around the hips. He says proper fitting jeans fit the hips, not the waist. If you've got a nice ass you shouldn't hide it in loose jeans. John grabbed several different kinds of jeans. He found a pair that would hug Brad's hips and show a bit of a bulge in the front. Again, Brad smiled as he checked himself out in the mirror. He also bought another pair of looser fitting jeans, much to John's dismay. We picked out several shirts. A couple of the shirts were knit and tight fitting and a couple were regular button down the front. He also bought a couple of tee shirts. Nick and I had talked about buying him a gift or two. Nick had bought him a pair of sunglasses like his. I bought him a knit cap and a baseball type cap. I was also going to buy him a pair of red converse high tops. While Brad was paying for his clothes, I picked out some more Aussie Bum for him and a couple more pair of boxer briefs. Except for his boxers, Brad put all of his old clothes back on. Walking to the next store we were going to, I asked, "Did we embarrass you?" "When?" "When you were naked." "I'm not embarrassed about being naked in front of you guys." "But what about John?" "I was afraid he'd think I was skinny and that he wouldn't like the way I looked." Nick and I looked at Brad. "But he seemed to think I was hot," and smiled and then blushed. Nick pulled Brad against him and tickled him. Brad laughed. Nick said, "You are hot. Did Jeff tell you we're going to workout with you tomorrow?" "Yeah, that's so cool. You'll show me how to do stuff?" "We'll show you." Next we went to this second-hand clothing store and bought him a really cool sports jacket that he could wear with his jeans. It was perfect. He found a few shirts he liked and bought them. Then we bought him his red converse. He bought a pair of black converse. Then we were off to get our hair cut. Nick and I both had appointments. We were going to pay for the hairstyling, too. We set it up to have him get highlights and lowlights. We told them that it had to be subtle. Nick told Brad that he wasn't allowed to see what they were doing. He told Nick it was going to be an extreme makeover. I would never have allowed anyone to do this to me, but Brad was into it. Nick made him close his eyes. They put foil over the lenses of the sunglasses Nick bought for Brad and sat him down in the chair. First they did the hair color. Then they cut Nick's and my hair while Brad's hair did its thing. Then, still with the glasses on, they cut his hair. The coloring was very subtle. He has light to medium brown hair and the highlights made it look more like it had texture rather than being dull brown. It looked great. His hair is straight and thick. They thinned it out and layered it. They did it like they do Nick's, except Nick's hair is wavy. You can towel dry it and just finger comb it and it looks great, or you can gel it and comb it back and it looks European HOT. There were four other people getting their hair done in the shop. Everyone was watching and enjoying him. He has that way about him that makes you want to be part of what he's doing. When someone came into the shop and saw and asked about the foil covered sunglasses, he'd tell them that his friends were giving him an extreme makeover. Of course, they'd then watch with interest. When his hair was done, we walked him back into the dressing room. They have you take off your shirt and put on a smock. We had him put on his jeans, a knit shirt, his red converse, and his sports jacket. We walked him into the shop and let him look into the mirror. His mouth dropped. He looked great. Nick and I were like proud dads. Everyone in the shop was smiling. I put the knit cap on him and then the sunglasses. He said, "Damn, is that really me? I look hot. Damn, I'd have sex with me." Everyone in the shop laughed. The hairstylist sat him down and showed him how to do his hair and then he put gel in it and combed it up and back. Again, the sunglasses. A lady sitting in the shop said, "You look like a model." Brad just kept staring at himself in the mirror. We paid and left the shop. Nick said he wanted to do some shopping, so we walked down the street. Brad walked between us. Nick kept nudging Brad saying, "She checked you out. He checked you out." Brad just smiled. He did look hot. We decided to head back to the apartment. On the way, Brad asked, "Do we have time to go for a run?" Nick and I looked at each other and laughed. Nick said, "That sounded like a challenge." Brad laughed, "No, it's just that I can run six miles now." I said, "Yeah, sure. But you'd better be ready for a workout." Brad said, "Bring it on." We all laughed. It occurred to me that he was kidding, but also that he was a lot more confident, or maybe trusting us not to embarrass him. When we were changing for the run, Brad, standing naked, held up my blue jock and said, "Do you want this back?" I said, "No, I've got several. You can have it." Nick was putting on his shoes, I was pulling on my tee shirt Brad was naked except for his underwear. Brad said, "Yeah, it's probably too big for you now that I've been using it." We all started laughing, especially Brad. Nick kept poking Brad who kept laughing. I thought it was funny, but it again hit me that he seemed different. He was laughing so hard that tears were dropping from his eyes. I began tickling him. He continued laughing. He tried to tickle me back, but Nick and I were all over him. He was laughing hard. We pulled his underwear off and started grabbing his dick. We finally stopped when he had a hard-on. Nick and I were smiling. Brad was still laughing and pointing his finger at me. "That was funny, wasn't it?" he said. I nodded and said, "And you look pretty funny standing there with your dick hard." We went for our run. We didn't hold back. We went at our normal pace and he kept up with us. By the time we got back, he looked like he was pushing it, but he never complained. Nick and I showered quickly, Brad stepped in after us. We went to the bedroom and dressed. Nick said, "Do you think he's jerking off?" We both laughed. When Brad joined us, Nick said, "You take long showers," and smiled. We told Brad that we were going to have a late dinner, stroll around, get ice cream and then go to this club that he could get into. Nick and I dressed in jeans, wife beaters, and a shirt. Brad wore his new tight fitting jeans, his new knit shirt and red converse. Brad's mood seemed as if it had changed. I noticed it on the run, but thought it was because we were running at a good pace. He was quiet. As we made sure we had everything, Brad hugged Nick and said, "I want to thank you." Nick smiled and hugged him. Brad moved toward me and looked at me and said, "I'm so glad you talked to me in the park." He sounded upset. I said, "I'm glad I did, too." I hugged him. Brad said. "I glad we're friends, I mean real friends, not like I've always had," and then he started crying with his head pressed into my shoulder. Nick looked at me. Nick's eyes welled up. "Are you okay?" I asked. Brad said, "I know I'm such a dweeb." I held him as he kept crying. Nick moved and put his arms around me so that Brad was sandwiched between us. Nick said, "Are you crying because you're sad or happy." Brad squeaked, "Happy. I've never had a good friend before. Now, I have two." I said, "I want to be sure you to know that we like having you as a friend as much as you like having us as a friend." He said, "I know, that's why I'm crying." Nick and I smiled at each other. As I held him against me, I could feel the heat from his body. He was sweating. He glanced at me and smiled, "What I said about your jock was pretty funny wasn't it?" Nick and I laughed. He said, "It was cool that you striped me and got me hard." He laughed, "I jerked off in your shower." Nick and I laughed. On the way to dinner, he began to have anxiety about having cried. Several times, he asked us if he made us feel weird. Nick said, "Jeff cries all the time when he's happy, and when he's not happy he makes me cry." I smiled. Brad laughed. He said, "You guys are funny." He kept laughing. Nick said, "Brad, I never had a really good friend, and when I finally understood that Jeff and I were really good friends I cried, too." "Because you were happy," Brad said. "Yeah," Nick said. I said, "Yeah, I cried, too," in a sarcastic tone. I looked at Nick and smiled. Nick said, "Asshole." Brad laughed. "God, you guys are funny." We had a great dinner. The food was okay, but we enjoyed each other a lot. Brad talked about worrying about taking classes, getting politically involved, dating, working out and seeing us. He said, "There's hardly going to be time to jerk off," and smiled. Nick said, "Yeah, well, you can cum twice." We laughed. We walked around town and stopped and bought ice cream. We each had a different kind and kept sampling each others. As we walked along I kept thinking about what happened at the apartment; Brad crying. I said, "You said that you were glad I talked to you in the park," as I put my arm over his shoulder. He nodded. "I did, but you've got it all wrong." "What do you mean?" "You followed me into the park. You stopped and said hi to me. When I started walking away toward Nick you came up to me and asked me if I knew him. Then you asked me if I knew of a safe place to go and if you could come and watch." "So, are you saying that you really didn't want to meet me?" Nick said, "Damn, Brad, do you really think that's what he said?" "What are you saying then?" He sounded upset. I said, "Brad, if I don't want to talk to someone I don't. If I didn't want you to come along I promise you I wouldn't have asked." "Okay, so that's what I was saying." I said, "No, what you left out was that you were putting yourself out there and I was responding to you because I wanted to. I was happy that you were engaging me. But, since I was with Nick, I would not have initiated anything with you, but that I was open to you when you did. You were putting yourself out there. You made it happen." He listened and shook his head. "So, you should be happy that you took a risk, that you put yourself on the line, that you had the courage to hit on me," I said and smiled, "and that I said that I had a boyfriend but that you could come along." He took a deep breath. "So, you were happy that I talked to you." Nick said, "Happy enough to stick his finger up your ass, and Jeff has to be pretty happy to do that." We laughed. We drove to this club. On the way, I said to Nick, "I'm not sure how good an idea this is." "Why?" "Well, eighteen year olds, six miles from school, gay club, students." Nick said, "Yeah, so?" I said, "Well, isn't there a chance that you or I will run into a student of ours?" Nick said, "Yeah, so?" I looked at him. He said, "Are you ashamed that I'm your boyfriend?" "Asshole. It's just that we've never been boyfriends in front of students." "Oh come on. Get over yourself. Don't you think that when we're at the Grill and one of your students comes over or yells, `Hi Jeff' and waves and smiled that they're thinking that that is the ninety-ninth time they've seen us together and that I've got my hand in your lap and that must mean something." Brad said, "Aren't you guys out?" Nick said, "Yeah, well, we're not in the closet at all, but I don't go into class and say, `hi I'm Nick and I'm gay'. Brad said, "Yeah that would be weird if someone did that. Jeff, if you don't want to go, let's just go home." I said, "No, I want to dance. Besides, Nick and I decided that you're getting phone numbers tonight." Brad laughed, "Yeah, right." Nick turned around and looked at Brad and said, "We'll help you," and smiled. "No way," Brad said. I said, "We'll help you. It's just practice. It's a lot harder when you go alone, especially if you haven't done it before. You don't have to go home with them. You don't even have to ever call them. Just dance with someone and get a number or two." "I can't," Brad said. I said, "If you came up to me in the park, you can ask some guy to dance. I mean it has got to be easier to ask a guy to dance than to ask some guy in the park if he wants to have sex." "Okay, so I probably went there ten times before I followed you. So, nine more times and I'll ask someone to dance." Nick laughed. "If you ask someone to dance and get a number, you can have breakfast in bed with us in the morning." Brad thought about it and said, "Like last time? Naked?" Nick said, "You get a number and I'll make breakfast for the three of us and we'll have breakfast in bed naked." I looked at Nick and rolled my eyes. He said, "What?" I just looked at him. "No sex, just naked breakfast." Brad said, "Okay, but you'll help me." We were in the club for about a half hour when I saw Nick nodding and smiling at two guys dancing. I looked at him and he said, "Two students of mine." About a minute later they came over and danced beside the three of us. Nick introduced me as `Jeff, my boyfriend', and `Brad, our friend from xxx'. They were not boyfriends but came together to have a good time. One of the boys seemed to be talking to Brad more than the other. I wondered if he was interested in Brad. But, before long, the two boys said good bye and went off to join some other friends. Nick and I asked Brad if he saw anyone he thought was interesting. He just shrugged. Nick and I kept looking around and before long I spotted a guy who I had as a student last year. He was staring at me when I noticed him. He smiled and nodded. I did the same. When Nick, Brad and I stopped dancing and bought something to drink, the three of us stood around trying to find someone Brad could hit on. The problem is, as always, everyone is in a group of guys and you can never tell who is available. Nick and Brad were talking and I noticed Brad looking stressed. "What's going on?" I asked. Nick said, "See those three guys." I nodded. "See the one facing us?" I nodded. He keeps checking out Brad. I told him to go over there and ask him if he would like to dance. Brad's shitting his pants." I smiled and nodded. Nick kept talking to Brad. Brad kept shaking his head. I watched the three guys and it seemed to me that all three of them were, at one time or another, looking toward Nick and Brad. They were all cute. They looked to be 18 or 19. As I watched Nick and Brad talking, my ex-student walked up to me. "Hi, Jeff." "Hi, Steve." "Wow, you remember my name; cool." I smiled. "Are you here with someone?" "Yeah," I pointed to Nick. "I'm with him." "Really, you and Nick are together?" "You know Nick?" "Yeah, he's a TA in the philosophy class I'm taking. He's not my TA but I know him from the class. He's so fuckin hot. How do you know him?" "He's my boyfriend." He looked embarrassed. I continued, "For almost three years now, and yes he's hot." "So are you," he said. "I mean," Again he looked embarrassed. "Thank you," I said. "Who's Nick talking to?" Steve asked. "Brad. He's a good friend of ours. He's visiting for the weekend. He goes to xxx university and came to visit for the weekend. Nick is giving him lessons on how to hit on a guy." Steve laughed. "Maybe he can give me lessons." I laughed. I said, "I'm sure he'd help you out." "Who is Brad checking out?" I pointed to the group of three. Steve said, "I know that one in the tee shirt. I think the one to his right is his boyfriend, but I don't know about the other one." I called Nick over. He glanced at Steve quickly and then me and then again at Steve. Nick said, "Do I know you?" "Kind of; I'm in philosophy, but Linda is my TA." Nick nodded and smiled. He looked at me again. "Steve said that those two are boyfriends and that he doesn't know the other one." Steve said, "That's what I think, anyway." I noticed Brad checking out Steve and Steve checking out Brad. I introduced them to each other. Brad said, nervously to Steve, "Do you just go up to guys here and ask them to dance?" Steve said, "I just stand around and wait for someone to ask me," and laughed. Nick and I were about to push Brad toward the three guys when the DJ started playing `Don't feel like dancing' by Scissor Sisters. Brad's face lit up and started moving his hips around. Nick and I looked at him and laughed. Steve said to Brad, "Do you want to dance." Brad smiled and walked out onto the dance floor. He and Steve started dancing. "My god," Nick said. "Look at that boy dance." I was really surprised. He was shaking and swaying. We had twice gone dancing with him now and he never seemed to move like that. Steve was hanging in there with him. They seemed to be enjoying each other. Nick said to me, "Let's go, that boy isn't going to show me up." Nick pulled me onto the floor. I call him `loose hips'. We started dancing. Nick was in one of his moods. Off came his shirt. He was in a wife beater. Damn, he looked hot. He tucked his shirt into his pants and started doing his thing. I love watching him dance. He gets lost in the music and is clearly enjoying himself. We were dancing beside Brad and Steve and they were smiling at each other and us. Nick reached over and began to pull my shirt off of me. I pushed him away. Brad and Nick and Steve took hold of my shirt and off it came. I tucked it in my pants. I was in my wife beaters. Nick and I looked at Brad and smiled. He laughed. We grabbed him and off came his shirt. Nick and Brad started toward Steve but before they got to him he pulled his shirt off. Nice chest and stomach. I knew what was coming next. Nick pulled off his tee shirt. I felt myself becoming uncomfortable. There is a certain level of shyness that I have. I'm not shy around people who I don't know and around people I know well, but it's that in between group; like Steve. Nick just stared at me and smiled. Steve nudged me to take it off. I took off my tee shirt. I knew I was blushing. Nick let loose and started doing his loose hips dancing and moved up against me. I swear he looks like a dog humping my leg. Steve and Brad laughed. Steve reached over and grabbed Brad by the front of his jeans and pulled him into him. Steve and Brad put their arms around each other and danced stomach to stomach, swaying. Brad looked like he was turned on. I know Nick, and I knew what was going to happen. This becomes like an `I can out do you' thing. This happens when we go dancing. Nick pulled into me, his back against my stomach, his butt in my groin and his arm behind him and around my waist. More humping and loose hip moves. I wondered if Brad or Steve would follow and if they did who would do what. Steve laughed. He spun around and glanced over his shoulder at Brad. Brad moved in behind him as they danced. Steve grabbed Brad's hand and pulled it around his naked waist. Steve moved his butt into Brad's lap and they danced holding each other tightly. I swear that Brad looked like he was going to cum. As Nick and I continued dancing it became obvious that Brad and Steve were no longer paying attention to us but were into each other. The music played on and Nick and I continued dancing. Nick's students were now dancing beside us and talking to him. They, too, were shirtless. One of them never stopped staring at my stomach and crotch. I kept glancing over toward Brad. He and Steve were into each other. Steve kept reaching over and touching Brad's naked and sweaty chest. I began to wish Danny was here. It would be at about this point that I'd step off the dance floor and leave Danny to deal with Nick. But, if I left now, Nick would join his students. He's hard to get off the dance floor. There was no way I was going to let that happen. I had suddenly become very territorial. I don't get that way often but I was feeling it now. I noticed Brad and Steve dancing and trying to talk to each other. They'd talk into each other's ear and laugh and continue dancing. Brad had the huge smile on his face and every once in a while he'd glance at me. I hope he knew not to tell Steve that we had picked him up in a park. I watched as Steve adjusted himself in his jeans, moving his dick with his fingers. Then very quickly he moved his finger under his jeans and moved his dick. It was obviously hard and pointing upward. Brad watched him. Brad began to do the same thing. I noticed Nick watching them. They again began dancing close to each other; almost chest to chest. Steve had his hand on Brad's hip and Brad had his hand on Steve's hip and they held each other and moved. Nick said, "I think Brad is getting hit on." I said, "You think." Nick said, "Look." I glanced at them. Steve had his fingers over Brad's jeans so that his thumb was on the outside of Brad's jeans but his other fingers were deep down the front of his jeans. It looked like Steve had hold of Brad's jeans. Brad slipped his fingers inside Steve's jeans. They were no longer laughing. They both looked like they were miles away. They danced pulling and pushing each other holding each other by the front of the jeans. Nick said, "They're grabbing cock." "No they're not," I said as we danced. Nick said, "I love you so much." I looked at him, almost surprised. Not that he loves me or that he said it, but that he said it then and the way he said it. He pulled me closer to him; our sweaty chests were pressed against each other's. He put his arms around my neck, pulled his chest away but pushed his crotch into mine. He leaned in again and said, "I'm the luckiest man alive and I love that you think you are." I smiled. He said, "I want you to fuck me when we get home." I laughed and nodded. We both glanced at Brad and Steve. They were still holding each other by the jeans as they had been. Nick took my left hand and moved it to his stomach. He said, "Hold me by the jeans like that." I looked at him quizzically. He moved my fingers into his jeans and there was his hard cock head. He smiled at me and began dancing. I removed my hand. He tried to get my hand back into his pants but I wouldn't let him. I glanced back at Brad and Steve and now it was obvious to me that they were fondling each other. Now, I could see that while they danced slowly, swaying back and forth, that they were slowly moving their fingers back and forth. Nick glanced at me and smiled. I moved close to him. "Do you think they can make each other cum?" Nick shrugged. Brad and Steve walked toward us. They were clearly turned on; very turned on. Brad said, "We're going to go to Steve's car for a few minutes." Nick said, "I don't think that's a good idea. They watch for shit like that." They looked disappointed. Steve said, "We can't go to my place. My roommate is there with his girlfriend, and we only have one bedroom." I couldn't believe that I heard Nick say. "Well, why don't we just leave? Steve you can follow us. Brad's spending the night on our sofa." Brad and Steve both smiled. I wanted to kick him. "That'd be great," Steve said. Brad said, "Yeah, that would be really cool." I said to Brad, "I want to talk to you," as we began to leave. We put our shirts on. I said to Brad as we were walking alone. "If he asks how you know me," Brad said, "He already asked. I told him that I met you and Nick through a friend." I nodded. I pulled him closer to me and said, "We don't have condoms. We don't use them because Nick and I don't fuck other people. Do you have condoms?" "No. I hadn't even thought about that." "Well, absolutely no fucking without condoms." He nodded. I stopped and turned him toward me. "I'm serious. No fucking without condoms; top or bottom." "Okay. I promise." We walked toward the car. I said to Brad. "Okay, follow us." Nick and I got in my car and Brad and Steve got in Steve's car. I said to Nick after we pulled out of the parking lot, "We're going to stop at Walgreen's." "Why?" "Condoms." "Brad wants to get condoms?" he said surprised. "No, but I want to have them. Who knows what they'll be up to tonight." We pulled into the Walgreen's parking lot. I went in while everyone waited. I bought condoms. We went to our apartment. Steve and Brad followed us upstairs. While Steve went into the bathroom to pee, I said to Brad, "I'm putting the lube and the condoms over here," pointing to desk drawer. "I'll beat your ears back if you fuck and don't use them." He whispered, "I've never done it." "Well, if you don't want to, don't, but if you do," He said, "I got it." Steve joined us in the living room. Nick took Brad by the arm and pulled him into the bedroom. I said to Steve, "I don't know how experienced you are, but he's new to this, so take it easy." "Not very, but it's cool." He looked at me and said, "Are you cool with this? I can leave." I looked at him and said, "I'm okay. I'm just feeling a little protective of him." Nick and Steve joined us. We helped them open the sofa bed. I felt very awkward. It seemed that Brad and Steve were also. Nick seemed fine. Nick and I went to our bedroom. Nick said, "I talked to him about getting fucked. I told him that it might be a little painful at first but if he relaxed and masturbated he'd get into it. He said that he wasn't sure he wanted to get fucked, but that he was hoping Steve might want to get fucked." Nick laughed as he began to undress. "We could peak." "You're such a dog." "Yeah, like you wouldn't love to watch them going at it." "Yeah, but you'll freak him out." Nick laughed. We heard them moving on the sofa bed. Nick said, "I've got to pee." "So do I," I said. Nick said, "We could open the window and pee outside," and laughed. Nick turned the bedroom light off and slowly opened the door, "Hey guys, we've got to use the bathroom," he said, stepping out of the bedroom. I followed him. A lamp was still on in the living room. Neither of them said a word. They were lying on the bed, head to foot with their heads in each other's crotch. Both Nick and I glanced into the living room as we stepped into the bathroom. I couldn't see Brad's head, but Steve's head was bobbing up and down. I closed the door behind Nick and me. Nick said, "Nothing is going to stop them." We stood at the toilet and peed. I brushed my teeth as Nick stepped into the shower and gave himself a quick douche. I waited for him as he brushed his teeth. He was hard. I turned off the light. We opened the door and stepped into the hall. We both glanced into the living room. Brad was on his back with his legs spread. Steve's head was between Brad's legs, still bobbing up and down. Nick followed me into our bedroom. He only half closed the door and stood there watching. I wanted to stop him, but instead, I glanced over his shoulder. Brad glanced toward us and smiled. Steve kept giving him head. Brad began breathing hard. We watched as he had his orgasm. Nick slowly closed the door as Steve moved on top of Brad and they began kissing. Nick said, "They're going to be going at it all night." Nick and I climbed into bed. He said, "I feel like a proud dad whose son just made his first touch down." "You're such an ass," I said poking him. He laughed. I said, "I hope Brad doesn't get all crazy for him." "So, I'm the proud dad and you're the worried dad." I chuckled. Nick said, "I told him not to confuse great sex with falling in love." "Oh, so I'm the worried dad." Nick got on top of me and said, "So, are you going to fuck me." "Yeah, after you give me head for a while." Nick laughed and said, "I can't believe what I have to do for a good fuck." Nick sucked my dick. I turned him around and we sucked each other for a while. I could hear them talking. Nick rolled onto his back and lifted his legs. "Come and get it, big boy. This boy's pussy is hot for that mancock." He laughed. "Shut up, they can hear you." He smiled, "You'd better get that thing in my ass or I'm going to get louder." I put my face into his ass and licked his hole. He loves that. He moaned, grabbing my head and pushing my face into his ass. "Yeah, lick my hole," he said. I pulled away. "If you don't hush up I'm going to just jerk off." He laughed. He whispered, "Fuck me hard." I spit on his hole and then on my dick. I put my dick head against his hole and pushed into him. His eyes widened as he winced. "You said hard," I said as I lay on top of him. He wrapped his legs around me and said, "Hard and slow. Take your time or I'll make you fuck me again," and smiled. I fucked him the way he wanted to be fucked as he masturbated. I was getting close. I slowed down. He pushed against me and quickly I was on my back with him sitting on my cock. He very slowly moved up and down on top of me. This is not my favorite position, but it gives me an incredible view of his body and cock. He rides my cock and rubs my chest while I watch his hard on bouncing up and down. He moved off of me and got on his hands and knees. I knelt behind him and pushed into him. "Fuck me hard," Nick moaned. Again I was getting close. Holding his shoulder, I pushed deep into him. Again he moved, lay down on his back, spread his legs and smiled at me. I smiled at him and lay down on top of him. I said, "You going to let me cum?" "Maybe, when I've had enough of you." I moved into him and began fucking him again. "Grab my hair," he moaned. I took and handful of his hair. He moaned. He bit into my neck. I bit into his. He was jerking hard. I could tell he was getting close. He was breathing hard and moaning. He stopped jerking. He said, "You are so fuckin' hot. Do me hard." I fucked him harder, taking longer thrusts and pulling out of him and then thrusting back in. "Keep doing that," he moaned. He started jerking off again. He arched his back upward. I was pounding into him. He began to cum. I felt his cum splashing off my chest as it arched upward from his dick. I was close. I thrust hard and began to cum. "Oh yeah, fill me up; fill me up," he said as I came. I bit into his neck as I tried to catch my breath. My dick was still inside him. His legs were wrapped tightly around me. "Fuck, Nick, you're incredible." He held me. He kept running one hand up and down my back. The other hand he used to rub my head. My face was still buried in his neck. My body was still twitching. I slowly moved out of Nick. I lay on him with my head on his chest. It was sticky with cum. He kept rubbing my head. He said, "We're so lucky to be us and not Brad and Steve." I nodded. We lay quietly. He kept playing with my hair. I glanced up at him as we both heard sounds from the living room. We both sat up and tried to make out the sounds. He whispered, "Someone is getting fucked." "Ya think so?" We both sat on the bed and slowly moved toward the door and listened. Nick began to chuckle. He said, "Yup, either that or they are fucking with us. That's the bed." We listened and then the sound stopped. We stood at the door. Then the sound started again. Someone was moaning. "Fuck, they're fucking," he said smiling. He patted me on the head and said, "Daddy got the boy condoms." "I wonder who is getting fucked." Nick put his hand on the knob. I pushed it away. He pushed my hand away and put his hand on the knob and said, "Just be quiet." He very slowly opened the door. The light was still on. Brad was on top of Steve. Steve was on his back with his legs spread. Brad was thrusting. They were kissing. Nick slowly closed the door and smiled at me. "Yes, our boy is getting his first piece of ass." Nick and I climbed into bed. It wasn't long before I was on my back and Nick was fucking me. We both came. I finally feel asleep. Brad and Steve were still awake. I could hear them talking. I woke up when I heard Nick talking. I rolled over and sat up. "What's going on?" He was standing in the bedroom doorway talking to Brad. Nick said, "Steve is leaving." "What happened?" Brad said, "Nothing. He said that he has to get home or his roommate will get weird." With Nick still standing naked, Steve stepped into the bedroom and said to me, "Jeff, thanks for letting me come over." I said, "Yeah, sure. No problem." Nick bent down and picked up his briefs and put them on. He walked into the living room. I lay down and listened to him talking to Steve. Steve left. Nick and Brad went into the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was a little after three. I guess I fell back to sleep, but woke up as I felt Nick getting back into bed. I rolled over and it was Nick and Brad. Nick said, "He shouldn't sleep alone the first time he gets laid." Brad moved in next to me. I rolled over and faced him and said, "Is everything okay? Why did he leave?" Brad said, "He told me on the way here that he'd have to go home. He said that his roommate really doesn't know that he's gay. He asked me to tell you that." "Yeah, like I'm going to be telling people about tonight." Brad said, "He wanted to know if he could call me tomorrow. I told him that we were busy until after lunch and then we were having dinner and then you were taking me back. He said if we could hang out tomorrow afternoon he'd take me back." Nick said, "Sounds great. He can come over after we get back from lunch and stay for dinner, then he can drive you back." Nick said to me, "Brad fucked him twice." I looked at Brad. Brad said, "I came really fast the first time. Well, the second time. I mean I came when we blew each other. He came, too. Then I fucked him but I came really fast. I told him I could go again soon. So, I fucked him again and I didn't cum fast." "How was it?" I asked. "I was scared I was going to hurt him, but he really liked it. It felt good. I told him that he could try to do it to me, but he said it takes him a while and he had to go." Nick said, "Well, there's always next time," and chuckled and poked Brad. I asked, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, he's nice, but long distant boyfriends never work. That's what Nick said." We each found a comfortable position. This time, sleeping with Brad felt different. Maybe it was because we were all spent. We slept. I woke up with Brad in bed beside me. He was awake. "Where's Nick?" "He's making breakfast. I told him I'd help but he said he'd do it." I glanced at the clock. It was 8:12. I had to pee and I had my morning wood. I uncovered myself. Our bed sits against the corner of the room. So, my side is against the wall. I uncovered myself and crawled over Brad. I watched him looking at my dick. I said, "What are you looking at?" and smiled. "Sorry," he said. I laughed, "Don't be sorry," and stood beside the bed. I noticed he had the blanket pulled over him. I quickly pulled the covers off him. He was hard. "It just happens," he said. I went to the bathroom, peed and brushed my teeth. When I returned I climbed into bed. "Stop apologizing," I said, "especially for having a hard on." I lifted the sheets. He was still hard. "Sometimes it takes a while to go down." Nick came in with the coffee. He said, "Brad, help me with the food. We're having breakfast in bed. Brad hesitated. I said, "He's got morning wood." Nick said, "I don't care, get up and help me." Brad stood up and walked to the kitchen with his dick hard and pointing upward. Nick looked at me and smiled. We sat on the bed naked, ate bagels, scrambled eggs and strawberries and drank coffee. Brad's dick finally went flaccid. We brought all the plates and cups into the kitchen as we talked about heading up to the gym. We talked about working out. Nick said, "You really do look like you've developed over the summer." Brad said, "I was working out four sometimes five times a week and I think it helped." Nick said, "Well, imagine what a year will do for you." Brad said, "I wish I was as tall as you guys. I don't think I'll grow much more." We were all standing in the kitchen naked, cleaning the breakfast mess. Nick said, "You don't have to be tall to have a great body. Besides, you don't want to get big. You want to be tight and have definition." "Like you? I'd love to have a body like yours." Nick said, "Well, you've got plenty of testosterone, so if you workout, watch what you eat and do cardio you won't have any trouble." I could tell Nick was feeling good. "Well, show you what to do." Brad said, "Cool. Maybe my dick will still grow and I can have a dick like Jeff's." I laughed. Nick said, "Or maybe you can have one like mine." Brad laughed and said, "I'd have to get smaller then." I let out a howl. Brad turned red and laughed and then, looking at Nick, turned to run. Nick took after him. Brad had no chance. Nick had him pinned on the floor in seconds. Brad was laughing. Nick sat down on his chest with Brad's arms pinned under his legs. Brad kept saying he was only joking as he laughed. I stood and watched. Nick kept poking and tickling Brad. Then Nick sat back on Brad's chest and farted. Brad screamed, "Oh my god, I felt that." Nick and I laughed. "Oh, that was so gross." Nick laughed harder and then farted again. Nick does this. He thinks it's funny. He'll nuzzle up to me while we're in bed and fart on my leg. I usually kick him out of bed when he does it. Finally, Nick let Brad up. Brad kept checking his chest to see if there were brown spots. We laughed. We showered. We headed up to the gym. We spent about two hours working out. We showed Brad various ways to improve his lifting and told him he had to stretch before and after. We sat in the sauna. The three of us were alone. Nick poked me and smiled. He started talking about Steve and asked Brad what he had planned for the afternoon. Brad started talking about Steve but then seemed to want to change the subject. Nick went on about hearing them the night before. He asked Brad what Steve's cock was like. Brad moved his towel over his lap. Nick smiled and said, "I'm done, let's take a shower." Nick and I left the sauna with our towels over our shoulders. Brad held his tightly against his stomach. He glanced into the showers. There were two other guys showering. Nick and I went in. Brad went and sat down on a bench. Nick smiled at me. Finally, Brad joined up. He said, "That wasn't funny." Nick and I howled. After lunch, Brad called Steve. Brad said, after their conversation, "His roommate went out. He said we could hang out there for a while but we couldn't stay long." Nick said, "Is he picking you up?" Brad said, "Yeah. He's on his way." Nick said, "So, hang out for a while and then come back here. We're going to be here watching football and stuff." Brad smiled and said, "And stuff?" I said, "I have reading to do." Nick took Brad into the bathroom. When he joined me in the bedroom he said, "I showed him how to take a quick douche." He smiled at me. "He's nervous, but very excited, too. I told him to call us when he was heading back here, so that we'd be dressed." "Forget it. You're not getting any until they leave tonight." He laughed. Nick gave Brad several condoms and lube to take with him. Steve knocked on the door. I answered it. Steve looked at me, said hi and smiled, but looked nervous. I said, "Come back here when you want. You can hang out and then we'll all make dinner." Steve had his hands in his pockets. He looked awkward. He smiled when Brad joined us. I watched as they bounced down the steps and headed to Steve's car. They both looked excited. When I went back inside, Nick was lost in a game. I went to the bedroom, turned on my iPOD and put in my ears and started writing part 21 of MRN. After about an hour, I lay back and began reading a book that I wanted to finish. Soon, Nick came in and smiled at me. "Just a quickie, nothing fancy. I just want to get off," he said and rubbed my crotch. "Come on, before they get here." He unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his knees, pulled down his underwear and exposed his erection. He slapped it against his stomach and smiled at me. I scooted down and took his dick into my mouth. He held my head and slowly thrust deep into my throat. He moaned. It wasn't long before he unloaded into my mouth. I swallowed. We kissed. He jumped up and as he pulled himself together he walked to the living room. I yelled, "Yeah, just treat me like I'm your cum dumpster." "Shut up, you know you love it. I'll take care of you later." He was back in front of the TV. The phone rang. It was Nick's cell. I figured it was Brad, but it wasn't. It was my cousin Kenny. They were talking about one of the games. Nick yelled to me, "It was Kenny; he said to say hi to you." Later, Brad called. They were on their way. Steve sat down with Nick and began watching a game. Brad followed me into the bedroom. "What happened?" I asked. We fucked each other. "How was it?" "It took a while. He was trying to do it easy, but each time it went in, it hurt a lot and we had to stop. So, I fucked him. But then later we tried it again and he got in. We just stayed like that for a while and then it didn't hurt and I started to like it so he fucked me." "So, what do you think about Steve?" "He's a nice guy. He kisses great and he likes getting fucked, too." "Are you guys going to see each other again?" "Yeah, when I come to visit you guys. But nothing regular. He asked me if he could call me sometime and visit me. Maybe we could go out clubbing and stuff. But we're not like boyfriends." "Well, that's good." Brad said, "He said I'm hot." I smiled and nodded. "You guys said it, but I thought maybe you were being nice. When he said it I blushed all over." Brad blushed. I smiled. "He said that when he went home last night and got in bed he had a hard-on thinking about me. While I fucking him, he said that he loves my cock and the way it feels in him. Later, between fucks, he said that he likes my body and that he thinks I'm cute. I told him that I think he's hot and that he has a really nice cock." Brad was still blushing. "If felt weird saying those things and hearing them, but I like it, too. Is it weird to talk like that?" "Not at all. Saying you like the way someone's cock feels inside you or the taste of their cum or their cock is talking dirty. It kind of makes sex hotter and more intense. You know, fuck me hard, I like the way your cock feels; stuff like that. But saying that he was thinking of you and had a hard-on and that he thinks you're cute and have a nice body, that's nice, too." "He seems like a cool guy," Brad said, smiling. "He seemed like I nice guy when he was in my class." Brad said, "Don't tell him I told you this. He said he's afraid of you." "Why?" "He said that everyone loved you as their TA. He said that you were hard but everyone tried to get into your sections." "He got an A. I think I gave him A's and A minuses on all this work." "Yeah, that's what he said. He said that you always called on him and that you always said great stuff about what he said and that you liked his papers. But he said he was so scared that he was going to disappoint you. He said he did more work in your class than in any other class he had. He said you'd give him an A minus on a paper and tell him he had to do more work and re-write his paper." "I made everyone re-write their papers." "Yeah, he said that, but he said that he'd think he had done his best and then you'd say stuff like, `this is great and well written but not original. Put your heart into it. What do these readings say to you?'" I nodded. "He said at first he had no idea what they meant to him, but then he'd think about it and he said he was too afraid to write what they meant to him, but that he would write it and you'd write all this great stuff all over his paper and give him an A. He said he was always scared you'd ask him to read his paper to the class or tell the class what he wrote, but you didn't." "So, that's why he's afraid of me?" Brad laughed and said, "He said that he thought you were straight and that you figured out that he was gay from his papers." "Yeah, I kind of did think he was." "But now you know he is and not too many people know that." I nodded. "I told him that you'd never tell anyone. He asked if I thought Nick might, because Nick knows his TA." I said, "I doubt that Nick would even think to tell anyone, but I'll tell him not to and he won't." "Cool. I'll tell Steve that when he takes me home. He's really cool." I nodded. We decided to get Thai take-out. As I was getting my car keys, Nick said, "Steve, why don't you go with Jeff. Brad and I will run to the market and get beer and we'll set the table." I looked at Nick quizzically. He said, "They can't buy beer and we're buying dinner." I nodded. Steve and I drove to the Thai restaurant. We talked. I liked Steve as a student. He was bright, friendly, funny, and good looking. He's about 5 feet 10 inches, 140 lbs, dark brown straight hair that he wears over his ears, and my guess is that he's smooth. He doesn't look like he shaves more than once a week. I think we were both feeling awkward. I didn't want to let him know that Brad told me anything. I said, "I liked having you in my class. I think you were one of the best students I had that year." Steve said, "You were great. I learned a lot from you. I used to worry about writing an essay, now I don't even think about it." His voice sounded strained. "You're very bright." I glanced at him and he was obviously distressed. He looked anxious. I said, "Are you okay?" "Not really." "What's going on?" He glanced at me and it looked as if he was going to cry. "I think I knew you knew I was gay, but I knew if you ever said so I could say I wasn't, but I knew you figured it out, but I thought you were straight and were just cool about it. I really liked you and I knew you liked me so I figured you'd never say anything. But now you know." "I'd never out you; never, under no circumstances and neither would Nick, I promise you." He looked like he was having an anxiety attack. I pulled the car over. "I know you won't. It's stupid I guess. I mean I came over to you last night. I could have left the club but I came over to you. So, this is stupid." "It's not stupid. Are you out to anyone?" "Not really. I guess some gay guys from school know because they've seen me at the clubs, but I've never told anyone. There's kind of a rule that you don't tell people who you see there." "Well, don't worry about Nick or me telling anyone." "Okay." He seemed to be calming down a little. "I haven't had that much sex with guys. One guy in high school. We were friends. I guess we had a lot of sex with each other so I don't mean I didn't have a lot of sex but not with a lot of people." He was rambling again. "A couple of guys here, but just once and now Brad." "Well, he said you were very good." Steve laughed, but looked surprised. "No, I don't mean it like that. I meant that he's never been fucked before and that you were very good about it being his first time and taking it easy. You know, you weren't a jerk about it." He nodded. "He's a cool guy. I wish he was going to school here. It would be nice to get to know him." I asked, "Are you okay?" He sighed and nodded. "Again, please don't worry about Nick or me outing you. If I see you on campus I won't even say hi." "No, don't do that. I always wanted to talk to you, even when I thought you were straight, but I was too afraid to come to your office. You always said, `any time you have a problem with your papers or what I'm asking from you, come to my office'. I always wanted to, but I knew you had figured out I was gay and that it would come up, so whenever I'd see you I'd put my head down." "But you didn't last night." "You seem like a cool guy and you're so fuckin' hot," he said and laughed. "I can't believe I just said that." His face turned red. I smiled, "Well, you're pretty hot yourself." He laughed again. "And Brad thinks so, too." He laughed. "He said you're like his big brothers, you and Nick." I started the car and pulled into traffic. "Yeah, I think Nick and I feel that way toward him." "He's lucky." I glanced over at Steve. "Are you feeling better?" He nodded. "You know, I don't have formal office hours anymore, but if you ever want to talk or have lunch, you can reach me at the extension I gave you in class, or you can stop by my office. I'm in the same office. I'm working for one of the faculty on a book, doing research. If I'm not there, just leave me a massage on my desk." "Really?" "Yeah, sure." We picked up the food and on the way home, I gave him my cell number and told him that it would be easier if he called me if he wanted to get together on campus. He added me to his address book. He asked me if he could give me his number. I gave him my phone and he added it. He began telling me about my reputation amongst the students. It was all nice to hear. He worried that I was offended when he said that everyone thought I was hard and made them work. He said "I will never forget the first day when you said, `If anyone thinks that they will, at some point in the class, have the compulsion to come up to me and ask what it is they can to do to get extra credit so they can raise their grade to an A, now is the time for you to leave. I don't give extra credit work. I am a teaching assistant, not the determiner of grades. You determine your grade by the work assigned to you in this class. When I hand back your papers I will be very clear about what I think of your work and how I think you can make it better. Beyond that I have nothing to say about grades; nothing, nada, or as they say in Italian, niente. And you wrote NIENTE on the board." I laughed. "Did I really sound like that?" "Yeah, but it was great. Everyone knew about you and most people tried to figure out when your sections met so they could get in them. One guy told me that you always taught in the afternoon and always on Tuesday and Thursday. I knew a girl who was afraid to take you so I told her since there were two sections on those afternoons that she should sign up for one and I'd sigh up for the other and then if she got you I'd trade her. But I got you." I just shook my head. "So, if I'm so hard, why would you want to take me?" "Because people said you were fair and smart and funny and a great teacher and that I'd learn a lot and that you were really hot," he said and laughed. I smiled at him. He started laughing hard. "Mostly because you're a great teacher, but the hot thing was good, too." "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I reached across and poked him. He was blushing. "People talk about Nick, too." I glanced at him. "They really like him. They say he's very smart and very passionate. All the philosophy majors want to take him. That makes it too scary for people like me. I don't think I'd want to compete with the majors. They're lives are dependent on getting a good grade. I'm just taking it for a general ed. requirement. The girls talk about his butt. One girl said she saw him running with this really hot guy and they didn't have shirts on and," he laughed. "That was you." I smiled. He laughed again. "What she say?" "She said she and the girl she was running with turned around and followed you guys. They said they argued which one was going to have Nick and which one was going to have Mr. McBody." He laughed again. "Mr. McBody, that was you." I said, "Keep it up." He kept laughing. "You should tell Nick that. He'd like to hear it." He looked at me. "Not about the girls, about the philosophy major wanting to take his class." "He must know that most of his students are philosophy majors, it's on the cards we fill out." "Yeah, but he would never think that they were trying to get in his classes. He'd just think that it just happens or everyone has a lot of philosophy majors." "Really?" "Tell him." He nodded. I said, "Nick has three loves. Football, philosophy and joking. Don't be surprised if he starts teasing you about one thing or another. He loves to tease and joke. It's the way he connects with people he likes." "Four loves; Brad told me that Nick loves you and that you love Nick." I glanced at Steve. I decided that at moment that I really liked him. Partially because of the conversation we had had since we left the apartment, partially because of what he just said, but also because of the way he said it. It was sincere, or serious, or like it meant something to him. He said, "When you were my age (at this point I wanted to hit him) were you comfortable being gay?" "Not at all. I was dating a man that no one knew anything about and dating different women. It wasn't until my senior year that I really decided it was time for me to be real about what was going on with me. Nick and I had known each other for three years then, we were roommates that year. He was dating women and was attracted to men. The next year he and I became lovers and we started coming out." I looked at him. He nodded. "Steve, coming out is hard, but it was a lot easier for me because I had Nick and I think it was easier for Nick because he had me." He took a deep breath and nodded. "I'd be just as anxious about it as you are, maybe even more so." He nodded and smiled. He said, "Brad said you were cool to talk to." We arrived at the apartment. We sat down to dinner. Steve told Nick about the philosophy students taking his classes. Nick looked surprised. He was actually speechless for a few minutes. I told him about the girls seeing us running. Steve told him that the girls like checking out his ass. He wasn't speechless anymore. He stood up and turned so we could check out his butt and said, "Nice and tight. Hell, I'd fuck it if I could." Brad said, "If your dick was as big as Jeff's you probably could." He started laughing as he looked at Nick who we all knew was going to pounce. Nick pounced. Brad was laughing hard. Nick had him on the floor. Steve was laughing. I sat back smiling, drinking my beet. Brad pleaded, saying he was going to throw up if Nick didn't stop tickling him. When Brad was finally allowed to sit down again, his face red, Steve asked, "How do you know how big they are?" Nick said, "We told him." Steve nodded. "I'm not as big as Brad. I'm like about six and a half." I said, "We are not doing this." Steve said, "I've seen Brad's. He said he's about seven and a half." Nick said, "From what I've heard you've done a lot more than seen it." Brad laughed. Steve smiled and nodded. "Brad told me it fit nicely into your ass. He also told me you took his cherry." Steve chuckled. "So, you take a lot of cherries." I said, "Okay, Nick, you're embarrassing him." "No, it's okay. Just two. A friend in high school and now Brad's. What about you?" he said and smiled. "A couple of girls," Nick said. Steve said, "Who took your cherry?" Nick smiled. I wondered if Nick met his match; probably not. "Jeff took mine." "What was that like?" Steve asked and smiled. Nick smiled and nodded, "Painful at first." I said, "Enough, Nick." Of course it wasn't. "He's got eight and a half hard inches and that's twenty percent more than what you've got. So, you can only imagine what that was like." Steve laughed, "You right, I can only imagine." I sat there shaking my head. Brad said, "Actually, since Steve is six and a half, two more inches would be more like thirty percent more than he has." We all looked at Brad. "It is, two inches is thirty percent of six and a half, or there abouts." We all laughed. Steve said to Nick, "So, that means you're less than eight and a half." Nick said smiling, "Yes, but more than six and a half." We laughed. "Seven and a quarter or a half." We looked at Brad. He looked at us. "Oh, well, let's see, seven and a quarter would be a little more than ten and seven and a half would be about fifteen percent." We all stared at him. "Hey, I'm a Math major." We finished dinner and started cleaning up. Nick and Steve went on teasing each other. Brad and I listened and enjoyed ourselves. The conversation turned serious when Nick asked about people knowing if Steve was gay. Steve explained that no one knew and that he wasn't out and that he was scared. Nick said, "Well, don't be scared around me." Steve looked worried. I said, "Explain yourself," to Nick. He looked at Steve. "I'll never out you or embarrass you except when you visit us. Then you're fair game and I'm going to do my best to embarrass you." Steve smiled and nodded. "That's cool." Again he looked upset. Nick noticed and said, "I'm teasing you. I won't embarrass you here either. I just enjoy joking and you seemed up for it." "No, it's cool. I'm fine with it here. Really, it was fun. I liked it. I mean you can take it, so that's cool. It's nice being with you guys and talking and joking about stuff." He started laughing. "That was pretty funny," he said to Brad, "when you said if Nick's dick was as big as Jeff's he could fuck himself." Nick started laughing. Steve looked at him. Steve said, "Please don't, I'll throw up if you tickle me." Nick said, "Okay, but I'm going to remember this and when you're least expecting it I might just pounce on you." Steve smiled and nodded. Nick looking concerned said again, "Steve, I will never say anything to anyone. I know where you're at and I'd never do anything to make things more difficult for you. You're with friends here and part of being friends with us is that we tease and joke, but we also take each other seriously." Steve nodded. We cleaned up the kitchen. Brad packed up his stuff. Nick and Steve talked. I talked to Brad. He said, "I hate that this weekend is ending." "We'll see you. Maybe Steve will pick you up and we'll drive you back next time." Brad smiled. At the door Nick hugged and kissed Brad. Brad walked up to me and put his arms around me. He held on tightly. He said, "I love that we are friends." I said, "I love you, too." He chuckled and said, "I didn't know if it was okay to say. I love you, too." We kissed and hugged again. Nick and Steve hugged. Nick said something to Steve and they laughed. Steve said, "Can I hug you?" "I love to hug, but not straight guy hugs." He looked at me confused. "Don't give me the three pats on the back. I want a full body hug." He smiled and nodded. He put his arms around me, his chest against mine and his crotch pressed into mine. He had a nice firm package. It moved across mine. He looked at me and said, "Is that gay enough for you." I laughed and nodded. We hugged again, this time without the crotch bumping. Steve said, "Can I call you?" "Yes, please do." He nodded. I stepped outside and watched them getting into the car. I shouted, "Drive safely." I said to Steve. "How many beers did you have?" He yelled up, "Just one. I fine. Do you want me to call you when I get home?" Brad yelled, "We're fine Daddy." Nick yelled, "Mommy, not Daddy." They laughed, got into the car and drove away. I said to Nick, "What did you say when you and Steve hugged. He was laughing." He smiled and said, "He hugged me. I pulled him close. I thought he was hard. I said to him, `is that a banana or are you happy to hug me." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Nick continued, "He said that Brad just asked him if they could park and blow each other before he dropped him off and that he got a hard-on." "Fuck, what's with that kid. Car blow jobs." Nick said, "Like mother, like son." I said, "Asshole." He said, "Talking about assholes, do you want to fuck? I owe you." It was early, but we grabbed a beer, got naked, climbed into bed, drank our beer, talked, and began messing around. It wasn't long before Nick's legs were in the air and he was begging for my dick. Well, maybe not begging, more like shouting out orders. Before long he wanted to be on the floor. I think I've described this before. He lay on the floor on his stomach. We don't often fuck like his. Most of the time we are face to face his legs or my legs wrapped around the other. But Nick gets in these moods. I guess I do too. The floor has no give. He puts a pillow under his stomach. He claims that little arch in his back give me the ability to penetrate him deeper. I climb on top of him, shove my dick into him, wrap my arms under his and hold onto his shoulders and fuck him. As I began fucking him, Nick began moaning, saying, "Oh yeah, oh fuck, fuck, fuck," each time I thrust into him. I bit down into his shoulder and thrust hard. "Don't cum, please not yet," he begged. I slowed down. "Oh fuck, yeah, fuck me." I fucked him until he began pleading with me to fill him up, deep inside him. I used my entire body weight to thrust deep into him. That wonderful filling moved through my body. I moaned loudly and made one final thrust and held him tightly as I began to cum and I was cumming hard. We both were moaning and saying, "Oh fuck, oh fuck." I lay on top him, my dick still in him. My body kept climaxing long after I stopped cumming. We lay there a long time, stretching to kiss each other. When I slid out of him, he moved. I began to lay face down on the floor so that he could fuck me, but he pulled me into bed. I had me lay on my back and then he lay on top of me. We kissed passionately. Nick spit in his hand and wet his dick. My ass was wet with sweat. He slowly pushed into me and lay on top of me again. We kissed, he thrust into me, I held him as he came into me. After we both came, we lay beside each other and talked. Later, we finished our beers, sat in bed and read. It was about 10:30 when my cell phone rang. I looked to see who it was. It was Steve. I answered, "Are you okay?" He laughed. "Yes, I called to tell you that I just got home." I laughed. "No, I didn't. I just got home, but I called to tell you that you were really cool in the car when we talked and that it was great having dinner with you and Nick and that I wanted to thank you." "You're welcome. We enjoyed it, too. We'll do it again." He said, "I hope so. Okay, good night." I said, "One more thing before you hang up." "What?" "Did you stop and park and blow each other?" He laughed. "Nick told you?" "Yeah; so, did you?" "Yes. We drove to this place near campus that I know of. It was hot." Nick asked, "Did they?" I said, "Yes, they stopped." Steve said, "Tell Nick he's cool and I'll see him in lecture tomorrow. Ask him if it's okay for me to say hi." "It's fine for you to say hi," I said. "Well, thank you for taking Brad back. I'll talk to you soon." Hey, this is Nick. Our time with Brad was great. He's such a cutie. I think I've said this before, but when I read how Jeff sees things and how he describes us and our relationship and our sex, I get all warm and hard. This story feels like a long love letter to me. I think one of the reasons he writes MRN is that he always gets GREAT sex after I read them.