"Well, hey there, stranger," Steve called as Dylan made his way down the creaking steps and into the basement.
Dylan grinned and waved hello. Adam and Bill were already there, but there was no sign of Joe.
"He had to cancel," Steve explained as he poured out drinks from a tap at the bar. "One of his kids needed help with an air conditioner or something."
Dylan nodded, trying not to look too disappointed.
"And so what have you been up to?" Bill asked, with his arm stretched over the couch. "You haven't been replying much anymore."
Dylan flopped down beside him and took one of the beers as Steve handed them out. "Sorry," Dylan said. "I've been spending a lot of time with Molly lately."
They talked about her for longer than he liked, and what she had been up to. Everything was fine, Dylan assured them. It felt uncomfortable, hearing her name here.
"You seemed a bit... uh, in need, in your last message," Steve said.
"Ah, yeah," Dylan replied, trying his best to look bashful about it. "I got over it."
He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt himself bristling at their questions and their presence. After the house party at PrideFest, then that young jock, Taylor, taking him in the ass on his guest bed (when Molly could have returned unexpectedly at any moment), and then a half dozen anonymous blowjobs in the week since then, their little old man club now felt hopelessly quaint. He had shown up because his balls were full and Joe was guaranteed to leave his asshole stretched out for a week. Without Joe around, it felt like he was dining with his grandparents.
Dylan sipped his beer and eyed the game instead.
"Sandy's gone," Steve announced, his eyes on the ceiling. He headed back to the bar and poured the ritual shots out as the boys downed the last of their beers. Dylan took the shot and drained it, then asked for another and gulped it just as quickly.
"Still nervous?" Adam asked quietly, putting a hand on Dylan's shoulder.
Dylan smirked. If only Adam knew...
He took a third shot, then grabbed Steve by the arm and tried to pull him toward the bedroom. He wasn't about to get stuck with Bill's tiny cock, and Steve was new. But the old man didn't budge.
"Oh, he's eager," Adam purred.
"Molly might be home early."
Steve grinned, gently lifting Dylan's arm away. "What Adam meant to say is, we usually like to all go together."
Bill gestured to the bedroom. It wasn't the one he had been brought to before. Dylan stepped toward it cautiously, and stopped in the doorway. It looked like the other room, only with a king-sized bed instead of a queen. How anti-climatic, he thought. He felt his annoyance bubbling up quickly again.
One by one, the other men entered and began to strip down. All of them were flaccid, Dylan noted. He realized he was, too, and felt his disappointment deepening.
I could be fucking Taylor in my shower right now, he realized.
The four of them climbed into bed. With the door shut and the lights off, there was nothing but cold skin and limbs. Dylan grabbed the first cock he encounter and groped around, feeling out the rest of the body. There was a gut, and he could grab a good handful of fat, so at least it wasn't Bill. He wrapped his mouth around the man's limp member and sucked it to full size.
Someone began to play with his ass, fingering the rim slow. After a moment, they used their mouth, and Dylan began to feel his frustration quickly cooling. The man mounted him, and Dylan felt a potbelly brushing against the curve of his ass. Adam, he thought.
The cock in Dylan's mouth slid out and disappeared. Dylan hardly noticed as Adam began to beat out a quicker pace. Soon, he was biting into the comforter of the bed, riding closer and closer to his own orgasm. He was nearly at the edge of it when the man grunted softly, and Dylan felt the cock inside of him twitching weakly.
Adam pulled out silently and Dylan groped around in the dark, searching for a replacement. He found Steve and Bill engaged. They didn't seem to notice as he tried to tug them apart. The bed shifted hard as Adam, presumably, rolled off the bed and headed out the door. Dylan heard him in the bathroom a moment later.
He sat in the dark, listening to Bill's high-pitched moaning, feeling a thousand dark emotions pouring in from all sides. He felt himself go soft, and stared in disbelief toward the couple beside him in the dark.
With a small hop, Dylan was off the bed without a sound. He grabbed what felt like the right clothes from the floor. "Gotta run," he whispered as he stepped out of the room, not stopping to see if they had heard him. He changed quickly at the bottom of the stairs. When no one came out to stop him, he headed upstairs, got into his car, and drove away.
