Rory and Philip

This continues the story of Rory and Philip, two gay, college men. The story involves gay male sexual encounters. If this is not your kind of thing, please find a different story to read, there are plenty of stories here!

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I awoke with a start, my head still on Philip's shoulder. My ass was sore from its initiation into penetrative sex. I'd loved it! I'd cum from it! Nonetheless, I was still sore.

Philip was asleep lying next to me. I looked at his naked body, his soft cock between his legs on his balls. The towel beneath us was a bit rough feeling with the cum dried on it. I reached a hand between my legs and could feel the cum - Philip's cum - dried on my skin where it had run out of me. I smiled at the experiences I'd had over the last few months.

I thought about the things that Angie had told me. To be careful not to fall in love too quickly - not to mistake lust and want for love. There was much want and lust in me. Philip had shown himself to be patient and, yes, loving in his helping introduce me to the wonderful world of sex.

I looked at the clock. It was nearly noon. I knew that his roommate would return in late afternoon, and we had things to do - volleyball and homework, and that we'd likely not have time for another roll in the sheets (or on the towel). Still, I pushed myself up and moved down his body. I took his soft dick in my hand and leaned in and kissed it, and ran my tongue over it. It smelled and tasted of dried cum - in some ways a turn off, but the memory of how it got to that condition more than made up for it. I made myself get past the earthy scent and taste and he began to swell in my mouth, and the scent started to arouse me even more. My own cock began to swell, too.

Philip stirred and I heard him gasp a bit as I had his whole cock in my mouth and I sucked on him.

"Rory!" he said as he awoke, "I don't know if we have time!"

I caressed his balls and let him slide out of my mouth, but I held him and then licked from his balls to his head and opened wide and took him back into my mouth. I ran my tongue all around him and slowly slid him from my mouth again.

"Do not hold back, Philip! My ass is so sore, but I want to thank you for what you did earlier. Just go with the feeling and give me your cum one more time!" I said.

"Shit! How can I argue with that!" he said, his head rolling back. I started bobbing my head up and down on his cock and pumping him with my hand. I'd back my head away every few bobs.

"Cum for me, Philip, please, just let go and cum for me! Cum in my mouth!"

Then I'd go back to jerking and bobbing. I'd truly decided that I loved sucking him off - the feeling of giving him the pleasure - the excitement that I could sense in him as he got closer and closer to the edge, the twitch in his hips as he reached orgasm and the sudden surge of warm, musky fluid that flooded my mouth. Don't get me wrong - I like having my own orgasms, no doubt, but it was intoxicating making him cum that way.

Sure enough, I sensed that he was getting there. His breathing and his moans and his hips all told me. Then his hips pushed up off the bed and his stomach and butt muscles all spasmed I was rewarded with a mouthful of cum squirting from his cock. I'd gotten much better at timing my swallows and scarcely let any slip from my mouth.

"Damn, Rory, that was great!" he said to me, pulling me into a kiss. We shared the taste of his cum sloppily.

"What a way to wake up!" he said to me, finally. "But I really don't have time to reciprocate!"

"That's OK," I replied, "I really like doing that!"

"I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the state of Kansas!" he said with a smile on his face.

"I might dispute that," I replied.

"We gotta get cleaned up and get to our practice. I'm going to put these sheets in the laundry then go take a shower, are you heading back to your dorm?"

"No, I brought things so I could just shower here," I replied as I started to help with the sheets.

"How about you open a window and I'll get this. Then we can just go shower, OK. I'll leave the door unlocked, I think it'll be fine."

We got cleaned up and showered and ready to go to practice. After practice I did head back to my dorm to get myself focused for the week.

I texted back and forth with Angie a bit, glad to hear that she was safely back in Lawrence.

"I'm glad I got to see you!" I said to her.

"And I'm glad I got to meet Philip and see you, too. I feel better about you!"

"I'm still sorry that I never noticed that you had feelings for me," I texted, recalling her discussion with me.

"Fucking clueless!" with a smiley emoji was her only reply.

We texted a bit more then I settled down and got my homework done.

During the week it was hard for Philip and I to get together for much physical activity given that we both had roommates. I met him once or twice in places where we could give each other a quick blow job, but they were hurried, and I had come to enjoy the weekends when we had his room to ourselves and could be together in a more leisurely way. When we slept together, inevitably, one of us would wake the other up getting some activity started by either sucking a cock or playing with one. Our favorite wake up activity ended up in sixty-nine, giving each of us what we both craved - a mouthful of cock, followed by a mouthful of cum.

One Thursday after a volleyball game Philip asked if I wanted to go to a party on Saturday night.

"It's at a house off campus," he said, "a couple of guys I know live there and they have a reputation for great parties!"

I didn't have a lot of experience with parties - a few high school bashes, but they were always fairly tame - but I said "Sure!" without much thinking. Then I added, "Are we going as a couple?"

"Yeah - there's no worries at their parties!"

"Oh, OK, then sure, I guess," I said, trying to sound convincing, but inwardly a bit apprehensive.

On Friday I went to Philip's dorm as usual, expecting his roommate to be gone and was surprised to find him there.

"Hey, Rory," Philip started, "this is Eric, my roommate, Eric, my friend Rory."

"Hi Eric, nice to meet you!" I said, masking my disappointment to find him there.

"Hi Rory, nice to meet you, too."

"Rory and I play on the same volleyball team."

"Yeah, Philip, I just stopped by to see if you wanted to grab a bite to eat?"

"Sure, Rory, give me a chance to pee, and I'll be right with you."

"You want to come with us?" I asked Eric.

"No, thanks. I usually go visit my girlfriend, and I'm running late. I had a lab run over so I'm just gathering a few things before I head out. I appreciate the invitation, though!"

Relief spread over me as I could once again look forward to some time alone with Philip.

As we headed out the door, Philip started to tease me.

"Man, the look on your face when you came in and saw Eric there! It was priceless! It said, 'Oh shit! There goes my fun for the evening!'"

"Was it that obvious?" I asked.

"It certainly was to me - I hope he couldn't read it that well!"

We ate and talked about volleyball, and school and shit, and then headed back to the dorm. As we walked Philip took my hand and I felt an odd mixture of happiness and tension at this public display of who we were.

Once back in his room, he pulled me to him and we kissed and groped one another as we struggled over who would lose all of the clothing first. In spite of having had many sessions with him, it still excited me to see his stiff cock strain against his underwear, and to pull that underwear off and watch his naked cock spring into view. His cock was beautiful to me - it's slight curve, and mushroom head, the patch of pubes above and his balls hanging down.

I dropped to me knees and began to bathe his crotch in kisses. I kissed his balls, his cock, his belly. My hands ran around behind him and I grabbed his ass, letting my fingers push against and play with his puckered hole. I took his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue all around the head and pushed him as far into my mouth as I could. I still could not go too far, but at least I was not gagging when I took him in a bit deeper than planned.

I kept working my fingers against his ass, eventually slipping one finger in, up to the first knuckle, and started to work it around and around in his bum. Then I pushed in a little further, feeling him open to me a bit more.

I slipped his cock from my mouth and pushed him back onto the bed, and crawled up onto it with him, pinning him to the mattress. I pulled his legs up and back and started to tease his ass with my own cock. I looked him in the eye and leaned down and kissed him with as much passion as I could muster, a passion that was returned by him. Slowly I rocked my body back and forth until he opened up and I slid my prick into him causing us to moan simultaneously.

We went to a slow, deliberate rhythm. I held his face in my hands as I kissed him, pumping him slow and hard. Slowly, slowly, the pace began to pick up. I pushed back from him and looked down to watch his cock bounce with each thrust forward. I reached down and started to pump him in the same rhythm. Somehow, in spite of my relative lack of experience, I saw on his face that I was going to make him cum first.

"Damn! Rory, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Do it, Philip! Cum for me! I love watching you cum!"

I watched his face instead of his cock to see and experience his ecstasy as his orgasm hit him. His eyes rolled back in their sockets and his face was that magic combination of release and relief and utter satisfaction.

I looked back down his chest - painted with his semen, some still oozing from his cock and dripping onto his belly, or slipping its way down the shaft.

Suddenly I felt my own orgasm tip over that point of no return and I decided to make it a cocktail of cum on his chest. I pulled out and aimed my cock toward him and squirted stream after stream onto his chest. Some of it was forceful enough to hit him in the face, dribbling down his chin. He opened his mouth and his tongue snaked out trying to catch some of it.

I fell to his chest and began to suck up pools or streams of milky white liquid and kept it in my mouth until I moved up and kissed him, our mouths slobbering the cum back and forth between us.

"We taste awesome together!" I said to him and he grabbed the back of my neck pulling me into a deeper kiss that simply said, "Yes, I agree!"

I collapsed, half on top of, and half next to him and we kissed and cuddled in post orgasmic bliss. I desperately wanted to tell him that I love him, but Angie's warning not to get too confused and let the lust overwhelm me kept my thoughts in my head.

Eventually, sleep overtook us and we slept as we had for several weekend nights, in one another's arms.

I awoke with the feeling of my cock being licked. I had to pee, but the sensation already had me hard as a rock, and I let the feeling overwhelm me. I moaned loudly, looking down to see a pair of smiling eyes look up at me.

"Remember last week, when you woke me up this way?"

"Yes, I do!" I said.

"Payback time!" he said, then licked me from my balls to the tip of my cock, then opened up and swallowed me again. He took me in so deeply that I could feel his throat on the head of my cock and then he backed up again. He started bobbing his head on me and I felt the lava rise before it erupted into his mouth.

He gave me a real shit-eating grin as he moved up to me and kissed me, his mouth full of my cum.

As my cock deflated after the orgasm, the signals from my full bladder were now on full volume.

"I loved waking up this way, but if I don't go pee real soon I'm gonna wet the bed!"

I hopped up and pulled on some shorts and ran to the bathroom. As I ran up to the urinal and started to pee, a stall popped open and out walked Christina, who, oddly, I'd also met in the bathroom in Philip's dorm.

"Ah, el guapo, Rory! Buenos dias - you still seeing Philip?"

"Si, Christina. I see that you're still using the men's room here!"

"Si, when I stay with mi novio!"

I noticed she was clearly looking at my cock - I was wearing only my gym shorts, which I'd pulled down in front, leaving me very exposed.

"I see that Philip is muy afortunado!" she laughed.

I blushed a bit at her attention.

"Ah, Rory, I'm just teasing you, muchacho! But if you ever decide to switch teams, you give me a call, comprende?"

She smacked my ass, and gave it a squeeze.

I just laughed, "You're very playful, aren't you, Christina?"

"Si, I like to tease - especialmente tu!" she said with a grin that was somewhere between playful and evil.

As I finished up and tucked myself back into my shorts, she was washing her hands. As I turned to the sinks to wash my own, she said, "You two are muy lindos juntos - very cute together!"

With that she smacked my ass again, this time with a very wet hand and I walked back to Philip's room with a wet hand print on my shorts.

"No towels?" Philip asked, looking at the hand print.

I told him about my encounter with Christina.

"She's a hoot, isn't she!" he said to me.

Again, we had no time for any more sex this morning and we hurried to shower and volleyball and some homework before the party.

I was a little nervous about the party. In high school I'd not been much of a partier, though Angie had dragged me to a few, but they were always pretty lame.

"Don't worry - you'll have a great time - we will both have a great time, I'm sure of it."

"Is this a 'gay' party?" I asked him.

"Well, uh, yeah, it is," he answered, now sounding a bit nervous himself. "It's at a house off campus, well, a really big house on a big piece of property, and they welcome gays and bis there - they try to keep out others only because a few years ago they had an incident where people were being spied on."

"How will they know?" I asked.

"You have to know someone at the house to be allowed in."

"But, I don't know anyone there!"

"You are with me, and I know them. I was at a couple of parties there last year."

With some trepidation we headed out. We had to take a city bus out to the edge of town where Philip waved to someone he knew.

"Hey, Alex. Alex, this is Rory. Rory, Alex."

"Nice to meet you," I said to him, and he just looked me up and down.

"How long have you known him?" Alex asked Philip.

"We play volleyball together and we've been together for the last few months - I can vouch for him!"

"OK," Alex said looking back at me, "We need a photo for our database - it's very secure, Jake, one of the guys who lives here, works in the cyber-security office at KSU, and he sets it up and keeps it all secure."

"What if I don't want to have my picture in your database?" I asked.

"Simple, no picture, no party."

"Come on, Rory," Philip implored, "I know these guys and they do it for our protection, not so they can go after anybody."

Reluctantly, I agreed and stepped into the small house and there was a blue screen where they snapped my photo and I put down my name.

"A car will be here to take you to the house in a couple of minutes," Alex said.

I was getting more and more nervous about the whole thing, when a blue sedan pulled up and Alex opened the back door for us. We climbed inside and the car lurched forward and drove us down a long driveway.

The house was enormous and the lawn was full of people - mostly guys and a very few women. We got out of the car and headed toward an open bar outside. Philip greeted a few more people by name, and got us each a drink.

"Hey, Philip!" came a voice, "Who's your friend?"

"Jerry!" Philip returned, "this is Rory, new at K State this year."

"Very nice!" he said, giving me the once over like I was for sale or something. "Enjoy some time walking around out here - things will get started inside soon and then, well, enjoy coming in, too!"

Something in the way he said that left me feeling cold. I looked at Philip.

"You'll love it, I promise!"

We walked around outside talking to a few people. Philip was always either holding my hand or had his arm over my shoulder. At first it was a bit odd to me. Even as friendly as we could get on the campus, it was still thought best not to advertise too loudly one's sexuality, but here I notice lots of couples - and some trios - also holding hands.

There was music playing by the pool and some people were dancing, but most were just milling about until I began to notice people moving into the house. Soon Philip tugged on my hand.

"Come on, let's go inside - you're gonna love it!"

"Love what?" I asked.

"Just come on - I want to surprise you with it all - it'll knock your socks off!"

I followed him in and past the kitchen to a small room with a set of double doors leading to yet another room. The sign on the door read "No Clothing Zone". In the room were baskets on shelves and names attached to each. Many baskets were empty, but many had clothes in them.

"Look, here are ours!" Philip said to me.

"What the fuck?" I asked him. "What is this?"

He looked at me.

"It's a sex party! Isn't it great?"

I'd heard about this kind of thing, but I thought it was all bullshit, but all around me in the room people were stripping out of their clothes. In one corner was a trio of two women and a man all stripping out of their clothes as if it were the most natural thing. I watched as another couple of guys stripped, too, and walked through the door.

"Hey, Philip, I'm not too sure about this - why didn't you tell me about it? Prepare me for it?"

He looked a bit sheepish, "Because I was afraid that you wouldn't want to come."

He was right about that.

"Look, I don't think I'm interested in an orgy - are you into this kind of thing? We've been pretty sympatico, haven't we? I'm just getting my feet on the ground."

"Hey, Rory, you've come such a long way - I thought that this would bring you further out of your shell, but hey, we don't have to participate with anyone else, there are plenty of couples who just enjoy the freeing atmosphere, but stick only with one another. Come on, let's just go inside and you can see what it's about, then decide."

"I don't know that I'm comfortable just stripping down with all of those people watching me, though."

"Everyone in there is naked, not just you. You'll see, once you're inside it will just be natural."

In spite of the thoughts in my brain yelling "Run!" I stood still. Philip began to shed his clothes and put them in the basket, so I followed suit. We put our baskets on the shelf, and Philip again took my hand and lead me to the door. On entering it looked like a large ballroom, but there were mats and mattresses all around, as well as couches and sling chairs on chains from the ceiling. All around were groups involved in various sexual activities. As Philip said, some were just couples, but most were in groups of three or four or more. To me it was surreal.

I focused on a few of the groups. There was a foursome of two men and two women. The men were in a side-by-side 69 position and the women were behind them, their faces buried in the asses of the men. There was another group of four men in a chain fucking session, trying to coordinate all the pumping. Another had a man tied down while several (six? seven?) guys stood around him jerking themselves off and pointing their cocks at his naked body.

I looked at Philip, his cock stiff and bouncing. If we were alone, that would have gotten a similar rise out of me, and I would have been pouncing on him, but in this environment I was not sure if the erection was for me or for all the other people in the room.

"Philip, this is not for me, I need to go," I said to him.

"Oh come on," he replied, "we can find a corner to ourselves and just ignore all the rest of them. Or we can find a mattress in the center and let anyone watch us, who cares - we have each other, right?"