Everyone is eighteen.
I'd love to say that sharing a bed with a naked Hunter became a nightly occurrence but unfortunately, the following morning, he laughed himself hoarse and apologised for crushing me in his sleep. I needed no apology. Feeling his morning wood push against my ass was the only reward that I could have ever wished for.
Yet, something had changed between us. Before that night, as open as the young man was, he wasn't exactly the 'touchy feely' type. Afterwards, however, not a single day went by without feeling his strong arms wrap around me, or his signature spank that he became known for around campus.
"Hey Corey!" He called, running up behind me and slapping my ass so hard that I yelped. "You're coming out tonight and I'm not taking no for an answer". He pulled me under his arm as we walked.
"I really cant, Hunter" I grimaced, but he shook his head.
"One hour" he said, "that's all, and then you can go back to reading or jerking off or whatever it is you do when I'm not there". His grip tightened slightly as he said it, which made me wonder if Hunter knew something that he wasn't supposed to. "So what do you say?".
I could have tried to worm my way out of it, but what was the point? There was nothing in the world I wanted to do more than spend time with Hunter, so I didn't argue, and a few hours later, I was following the hunk into a house so big it looked more like a small hotel.
"This is Dylan" Hunter said, introducing me to a guy who I'd seen on campus a couple of times before. He was also quite handsome, but nothing compared to Hunter. He stood up, handed me a beer and fist pumped me.
"Sup" he said, and I wondered if all gym bros used that word.
"Sup".
The three of us sat down in the living room of what I assumed was a frat house. The place wasn't messy exactly, but it was quite empty and had pizza boxes and empty beer cans piled up in the corner.
"So what do you play?" Dylan asked, when Hunter left for the bathroom.
"What do I play?"
"Yeah, like what sport?"
I began to squirm. "Oh, uh… Well, I played baseball back in high school" I half lied, because I only ever played it once.
"Nice bro" he nodded, and lit a joint. "Wanna toke?"
"I'm good, thanks".
Dylan shrugged and Hunter returned.
"Yo, Dylan, you know any gay guys around here?" He asked, and I wanted the sofa to swallow me.
"Isn't that kid Alex gay?" Dylan replied, "or maybe he's vegan, it's one or the other".
"Damn, I need to get this guy hooked up" he said, and nudged me, and suddenly I was much thirstier for the beer that I'd hardly touched.
"You're gay?" Dylan asked, and although he didn't look disgusted, he did look very curious. I nodded stiffly and he sat up straight. "Wait, like you're gay gay?"
"Yeah, he's gay you fuckwit, haven't you ever seen a gay guy before?"
Dylan shook his head. My entire face glowed red.
"Pity there ain't more gay kids on this campus" Hunter joked, squeezing the back of my neck, "less competition for us!"
Dylan chugged his beer and belched loudly. "I have a cousin in Chicago who's gay" he said, "he's like sixty, though".
Hunter scowled for me. "No you idiot, I wanna get him hooked up with someone on campus. He's never fucked anybody".
I wanted to punch him, but Dylan surprised me again. Unlike the people in my old high school, it seemed that nobody here really cared if I was a virgin or not.
"So like…" He thought carefully about the words before he said them. "Do you like… You know" I could see his face turn red now, "take it up the ass?" He whispered, as though somebody would hear us.
I cringed, and once again, Hunter saved me.
"Obviously he takes it up the ass" he sighed, "how else would he have sex?"
"He could be the giver!" Dylan barked, "I watched a video once about some guy from Texas who could stick his own dick in his ass, he said he was a top and a bottom" the words almost seemed difficult for Dylan to say, so he said the slowly.
"I don't wanna know what you jerk off to" Hunter scoffed.
As the three of us sat there discussing my sexual preferences, Dylan handed out more beers and I eventually began to loosen up.
"I think I'd probably be a bottom" I said, feeling surprisingly comfortable about being so open in front of them. "I don't know yet, though".
"Guys have a G spot in their butt holes" Dylan nodded wisely.
"I bet you know all about that" Hunter teased, and Dylan flipped him the middle finger as I laughed.
"I've always wanted a gay friend" he said, crushing another can in his fist.
"Well why don't you let him suck your dick then?" Hunter suggested, and we both gawped at him. "What?" He laughed, "you want a gay friend, he wants dick, it's a win win".
"I ain't gay, man" Dylan said, opening another beer. He looked at me and said "no offence".
"None taken".
"Nobody has to know" Hunter shrugged, and my heart began to race once more. Had Hunter taken me here to set me up with his friend? I mean, I wasn't complaining exactly, but I was quite certain that…
"Fine" Dylan said, and looked back at me. "Do you want to?"
I opened my mouth to reply but nothing came out. Did I what? Of course I wanted to, but surely this was some sort of prank!? Why on earth would any straight guy as handsome as Dylan let me suck their dick? How did one even suck a dick in the first place?
"Course he wants to" Hunter beamed, and rubbed my head, "he's just shy, that's all".
"What are you, his pimp?" Dylan laughed.
"If he wants me to be" he replied, and nudged me forward, "go on, empty those big balls of his".
I couldn't believe my ears. Would I be instantly made a laughing stock if I stood up? As unlikely as it all felt, something in me knew that Hunter wouldn't do such a thing to me. He nodded and I looked over at Dylan who lay back on the sofa and shrugged. "I'm easy, man" he said, and lifted his t-shirt to reveal a solid set of abs.
"I don't know if you guys are fucking with me" I managed to say, and Hunter took my arm.
"We're bros" he said seriously, "bros don't fuck with other bros like that, got it?"
I stared into his stunning eyes and nodded.
"Now go on" he smiled, "before he gets whiskey dick".
I stood up and walked jelly-legged toward Dylan who watched me. "You know something" he said, cocking his head, "I bet if I closed my eyes it would feel just the same as a chick doing it".
"I bet you're right" Hunter said, opening his own beer as I awkwardly got to my knees.
"I um… I've never done this before" I gulped, and Dylan sat up.
"There's nothing to it really" he said, and dragged his pants down to reveal a pair of loose boxer shorts. They weren't as trendy as Hunter's but they still turned me on. "Just watch your teeth and learn how to breathe when my meat is choking you out" he laughed.
I nodded. I could feel the sweat above my brow and part of me still expected them to call a stop to it and laugh at my expense, but a moment later, I was staring at a large flaccid cock that looked almost as delicious as Hunter's.
Everything seemed to freeze around me. How had this happened? One minute we were talking about baseball and the next, I was on my knees in front of a half naked frat boy. I couldn't take my eyes off of it until Dylan waved.
"Are you good?" He chuckled, and I nodded again. "Well go ahead".
Every inch of my body trembled with nervous excitement as I reached forward and felt his warmth in my hand. It was softer than I expected, and larger, too. The thick mushroom head was larger than the rest of the shaft, and his full balls were bunched up between his thighs. As I held it, I felt him harden.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Dude, if I wasn't, do you really think you'd be holding my dick?" Both he and Hunter laughed and I managed a nervous smile before leaning forward and inhaling the warm musk from his junk. It was like sniffing magic.
My entire body came alive with horny excitement as my nose brushed off his cock. He watched me, but not in an awkward kind of way. I knew that there was no pressure to perform so I opened my mouth and felt his dick slide inside.
"That's half the battle" Dylan laughed as I slowly began to suck on it. "Remember your teeth bro".
I covered both sets with my lips and took him a little deeper. He let out a long sigh and I felt him relax under me. My own cock was already dripping pre-cum into my underwear.
"Yo, remember that chick Bethany?" Dylan said and Hunter grunted as he gulped. "You know what she used to do when she was sucking my dick? She'd spit right onto it and gobble the whole thing up like it was ice cream".
The two of them laughed but I was too busy gagging on Dylan's erect cock. I kept my hand closed around the base of it so that I didn't choke to death, but he didn't seem to mind, and after a few minutes, the whole thing became extremely wet.
"Try get your chin against my balls" he said, and put his hand down on the back of my head.
I removed my soaking hand from around his cock and tried to force myself down. I immediately choked and came up for air, and Dylan laughed.
"Don't go so hard" he said, "slow and steady wins the race!"
I nodded and wiped pre-cum and spit from my mouth before sucking him again. The taste of his pre-cum was even stronger now, and made me pump my own even harder.
I went slower this time, allowing my tongue to glide down his shaft which sent shivers through his body. "Fucking hell" he half laughed, "he's a quick learner".
It was still quite difficult to get all the way down without gagging, but eventually I managed it, and with my wet chin pressed against his balls, I looked directly into his eyes, and he stared right back.
"Is it too gay to blow by load right into your stomach?" He asked, sweat on his forehead and a sort of gasp to his voice.
I couldn't answer him, of course, so I tried to shake my head instead, and that only succeeded in forcing an orgasm from him.
"Oh shit!" He grunted, and thrust his hips forward, holding my head down. "Oh man, you should check this guy out, Hunter!"
As he gasped and moaned, my throat became drenched in sticky sperm. I felt it pour into my stomach, and swallowed as much as possible, until finally Dylan cried out, and fell back, exhausted.
I remained on my knees, tasting his delicious seed as I continued to swallow it, and eventually looked back up at him. His eyes were wide and a grin spread across his handsome face.
"That's one hell of a throat you've got, Corey" he said, trying to catch his breath, "you know, I bet there ain't a single straight guy on this campus who'd turn that shit down".
I laughed, but he shook his head. "I'm serious bro" he continued, wiping sweat from his brow, "guys would pay good money for that".
"He's not a fucking prostitute" Hunter scoffed, and helped me to my feet, "plus, he's a handsome guy, he doesn't need anybody to pay him, right, Corey?"
"Right" I mumbled, but the idea, plus the fact that I'd just given my first blowjob, had my cock tenting my pants. Hunter looked down and cracked up.
"Unless" he said, and turned me around so that Dylan could see my boner. He smiled. "That's something you'd be into?"
"Are you guys offering to pimp me out for real?" I asked, with a sly grin.
The two of them exchanged glances.
"Only if you'd want to" Hunter shrugged.
"Oh, I want to".