Flynn and Jean-Jacques both asked for copies of our sex tape. Chad and I were flattered, but we told them no. After all, we'd always meant for that tape to stay private. Especially since Chad worked for a congressman, and wanted to build a career of his own, the last thing we needed was for that tape to get out.
Jean-Jacques was especially persistent. He said that even if he couldn't have the tape, he'd still like to do a photo shoot or something. At one point he brought it up at the bar, right in front of the twins, who couldn't resist the urge to pile on.
I have to admit Chad and I were tempted. Jean-Jacques kept showing us more of his work, and we both agreed he was a really good photographer. He seemed to have a particular eye for the male form, not that we were surprised. His models always looked really sexy, posing every which way, with the lighting just right. A lot of his best pictures weren't even nudes; he could make a fully-clothed man look totally sensual. I found myself imagining how Chad would look through his camera lens, or how I might look for that matter.
At the end of the day, though, we knew it wasn't for us. We had way too many other things going on in our lives, so we couldn't spare long hours for a shoot. Besides, I felt like we didn't need sexy pictures at all. I liked my Chad just the way he was, in the flesh, under regular lighting, and I just wanted him to feel the same way about me.
Before we knew it, the summer was almost over. It was probably a good thing too, since that was right around the time that the Collins divorce started heating up. In fact, it was getting downright nasty. Bill claimed Linda had kicked him to the curb right when he'd been hurt, when he needed her the most. Linda denied it; she said he'd turned her away, and that he'd cheated on her a bunch of times when he was overseas. That, in turn, was news to the rest of us, and we tried to gauge if it was true. The next thing we knew, Bill launched into Linda's parenting and the way the kids had turned out. The pissing match got more vicious from there.
Chad tried to keep a stiff upper lip, but I could tell how much it bothered him. Despite all the sacrifices he'd made for his father, Bill made it sound like he hadn't done a thing. Worse yet, Bill seemed to imply that Chad was fucked up, which was especially disappointing; I'd hoped we'd moved beyond Bill's homophobia, but apparently we hadn't.
It was almost a relief to go back to school and get away from that shit. It still hung over our heads, but in our tiny student apartment, it was just the two of us. We could at least try to pretend that our little world was the only one that mattered.
Living with Chad was bit of a new experience. I'd obviously gotten tastes of it before, but this was the first time we really had a place of our own. It did take some adjustment. For one thing, we had no privacy to speak of. It wasn't that we needed it: after all, we were used to seeing each other naked, and we were well-versed in each other's bodily functions. Still, it meant neither of us got much if any alone time. Our schedules were almost identical, even though our classes were different, so we usually left the house together. I might get a minute to myself if I was walking to a different building than he was; but that was basically it. Then we'd get back around the same time. Even when we were doing homework, with each of us working on a different assignment, we were never more than maybe ten feet apart.
That, in turn, made our personal tics much more glaring. Chad's messiness still drove me crazy, especially now that we were in such tight quarters. I kept trying to help him get organized, but I never got very far. Eventually I decided this was part of who he was, and that I couldn't change it about him. So I forced myself to get used to it.
One night I picked up an extra shift at Riedegost, so I left Chad home alone. When I got back, I walked in on him in the middle of a jack-off session. He was spread-eagled in our bed, naked as the day he was born, working a dildo in his ass with one hand and pounding his dick with the other.
"Woah," I said. "Good evening."
Chad slowed down his strokes. "Hey babe."
"Don't let me stop you."
"I didn't say you were."
My mouth watered as I took in the sight. Chad looked so fucking hot in that position. I couldn't help eyeing the pre-cum on his dick, which I wanted to lap up. I also couldn't help thinking of how far we'd come since freshman year; I remembered how my old roommate Dino had tried to jack off in secret, and so had I. I loved how Chad and I could be totally open about it.
"Care to join me?"
I couldn't take my eyes off his cock. "I think you know the answer to that."
"Well, what are you waiting for? Take your clothes off."
I was about to comply, but then I decided to have fun with it. I put on some music and launched into a striptease.
"Holy shit," Chad said as he watched. He still had his hand on his cock, and he was slowly massaging it.
I whipped off my shirt and threw it in a corner. I threw my head back, ran my hands down my chest, and started playing with my fly. Then I teased Chad some more: I turned my back to him and gyrated my butt.
"Yeah," he said. "Show me that ass."
I pulled my waistband down so that he could see my cleavage. I danced a little more, then undid my fly. I pulled down my pants and my underwear, but I still kept my back to him. Finally, when the music was right, I spun back around, and my package flopped into view.
Chad laughed. "Okay...."
"Are you saying you don't like my dancing?"
"Let me put it this way," he said. "I'm not dating you for your dancing skills. Now get over here."
I got on the bed, and we stared making out. As we did, I put my hand on Chad's cock. "I want that inside me...."
"Mm," Chad whispered. "What if I want to be the one to bottom?"
"Well, if we're not doing what Ryan and Marcos did...." I looked down at the dildo, which was buried deep inside him. "Of course, you've already found a way to get some anal action...."
"I guess that's one way to put it."
"I have an idea," I said, and I positioned my head over his dick. "Keep fucking yourself... and maybe we can both get what we want."
Chad did as he was told: he shoved the dildo especially far up his hole, then started sliding it in and out. As he did, I took his dick in my mouth, and I started sucking away.
Fuck, that dick tasted awesome! I hadn't blown him in a while, which had made me miss it that much more. Chad's pre-cum smeared all over my tongue. He also had a little sweat on his skin, so I got to enjoy his salty savory flavor, and I tried to keep it on my taste buds as long as I could. I also savored the musky scent of his pubes, that familiar aroma that was completely unique to Chad.
"Oh shit," he gasped as he gyrated his crotch. His rod thrust in and out of my mouth.
I tightened my lips around his shaft. I massaged his balls and tickled his ballsack. Then I ran my tongue around his mushroom tip, which was hard to do with his body moving so fast, but I managed.
"Fuck yeah," he said. "That feels so good...."
I could tell he was getting close. I didn't know how long he'd already been jacking off, but I knew how much he loved getting penetrated. I also knew what it meant when he started breathing especially heavy.
