I slowly sank to my knees between Derek's legs, wondering if it were really going to happen. Wondering if everyone were serious and actually going to go through with it.
Were the four of us seriously going to suck each other's cocks?
I looked over at Adam, on his knees between Barron's legs. His wide eyes stared back at me full of the same question I was asking myself, but with a wry grin on his lips. A gangbang played on the big screen behind us. That's how all of this started: four drunk, horny college guys and a porno...
It was about the seventh straight weekend our sorry asses had gone out in search of some skirt and come home empty-handed to the man. We're not a bad looking crew, but hot college girls have their preferences and college guys that aren't rich or Abercrombie models aren't usually it.
So there we were, the four of us, sitting in our beatdown dorm, finishing the end of our drinks and wishing pussy would somehow fall from the sky.
"You'd think the law of averages would get at least one of us laid by now," I said, staring up at the ceiling.
Next to me on the couch, Derek tipped back the end of his drink and tossed the empty Solo cup aside. "Chris is right. How are we not knee deep in it right now. For fuck's sake, I'm the only black dude on this campus! That alone oughta do it!"
Barron rummaged through the console. "Movie?"
"Fine, but nothing dirty or my nuts are gonna explode," I said.
"Guess that rules out the circle jerk," Adam said, smiling, lanky form heading for the fridge. He jingled an empty can. "Anyone else?"
I had a nice little buzz working and didn't dig the idea of nursing a record number of consecutive hangovers. "I'm straight."
"Me too," Derek said. He looked at me through the corner of his eye. "But I've seen this fag's browsing history, and he's anything but straight."
I felt my face flush and burn. I was busted and had to act quick. I punched Derek in the arm. "Fuck you, asshole! What were you doing on my computer again?"
Barron looked up from his burrowing. "Yeah, Dee. What were you doing looking at Chris's gay porn?"
"You know what? Fuck you too, Barron." The harder I fought, the more they got their digs in, and laughed hysterically. I fumbled for excuses. "I was just looking at regular shit, and I must've clicked on a bi site accidentally."
"What's so funny?" Adam asked. He had changed into sweats and plopped back into his seat. He lazily fondled his nuts through his pants.
"Chris has gay porn on his computer," Derek said, motioning with his hands as though he were sucking a pair of invisible dicks.
"So? If that's his thing, who cares? We've seen the type of tail he's pulled. Who cares how he preps for game time?" Adam replied.
It was nice to have someone draw fire. I should've guessed he'd wind up being the other guy to go first with me later on.
"Hey guys, check this shit out!" Barron reappeared from inside the console. His face was practically torn in half with a grin. He proudly held a DVD out as an offering to the group. It was marked in Sharpie.
'XXX'
"I remember this disc. It was Sean's. He must've left it behind when he moved in with Tiffany," Barron said.
"You know the rule," Derek said. He lowered his voice to a rumble. "Found porn is a gift. Found porn must be watched."
At first, I figured no big deal. We'd all watched porn together in our three years at the dorms. Fifteen minutes later, we were all "adjusting" ourselves through our pants every other minute. Barron was the first to pull out his dick. No one was shocked. We'd all walked in on each other with a girl and seen it all in the gym showers.
Adam immediately followed suit, pulling out his nine inch cock and giving it a few slow strokes before declaring, "Alright. Circle jerk on."
