It's Friday evening, and the gang (Eric, Stu, and Brian) and I had gathered at my play space, just to let off steam. We're all naked, there's some over-produced commercial porn on the tv, and a half-dozen open cans of beer sitting in various random locations. Brian is on his knees with Stu's cock halfway down his throat. Eric and I are on one of the couches, jacking off, watching at each other. It's kind of like a staring contest, only with edging thrown in. We each jack off for thirty seconds, doing our best not to cum. You are not allowed to close your eyes or look away. Each thirty-second jack off session is followed by a fifteen-second cooling off period. For me, looking at Eric working his thick cock makes this a particularly difficult endeavor and I take full advantage of the breaks.
It's been over three months since our session with you, the young man we abducted from the 7-11 parking lot. None of us have seen you in the interim, and we figured that you've decided to stay away. At least you hadn't reported us to the police.
We all jump when there's a knock at the door. "Did someone order pizza?" Brian asks, barely removing Stu's cock from his mouth. None of us had. Eric and I declare the contest a draw, and with precum dripping from my stiff dick, I make my way to the top of the stairs. I look through the peephole and see a young man dressed only in a t-shirt and shorts shivering in the cool evening. He knocks again, and I open the door a crack.
"J-j-j-Jake?" you stammer, teeth chattering. I immediately recognize you. You've grown a nice short beard since we saw you last, and it suits you well.
"C.J.!" I exclaim, throwing the door open. "Get your shivering ass in here!"
You glance nervously at my dripping cock. "C'mon man. We have the space-heater going. Get yourself warmed up!"
You make you way down the stairs. Stu's cock audibly pops out of Brian's mouth. Eric is in the middle of shooting a load and doesn't notice you at first, since his eyes are closed and he's moaning loudly. Stu glances over and smiles. Brian gets to his feet and comes over to greet you, his body hair damp with sweat and his cock swinging like a pendulum. Eric has finished shooting jizz all over himself and comes over as well, cum still dripping from his softening cock. The four of us surround you and embrace you all at once, leaving tracks of cum and precum on your clothing.
"Um, hi there guys," you say nervously. "I got locked out of my apartment when the door closed behind me, and I didn't want to wait outside for my girlfriend to get home. I remembered where this place was, and I thought I could warm up here."
"C'mon over by the heater," I tell you. You stand close to the warm unit and stop shivering.
"We'll warm you up," Brian says, stroking his dick suggestively. The rest of us give him a look that says,
"Not now, doofus!"
You appear ill at ease. "Well, the truth is, I've been thinking about that night a lot," you say nervously. "I know you guys weren't out to hurt me, but you really scared me there!"
"We're sorry, man," I say, not entirely honestly. The fact is, you had given off a definite sense of interest in what we were doing to you after the first few minutes.
"You guys opened my eyes a bit," you say reluctantly. "The fact is, I'd been thinking about doing stuff with guys ever since I started college. I just never wanted to tell anyone. I was raised as a conservative Christian and my family frowns on that sort of thing."
You continue, "Ever since that night, I can't get the idea out of my head. Even when I have sex with my girlfriend, I can't help but think about having my dick in that guy's ass," you say, nodding toward Eric. "It actually helps me get off sometimes!"
"The beard looks good on you," I say, trying to make you more comfortable.
"You think so?" you reply. "My girlfriend isn't sure about it yet. She doesn't like kissing me with it. But it's not like she kissed me that much before I grew it. And now she absolutely won't let me go down on her."
By now, you have warmed up enough to move away from the heater. We all move over to the couches, being careful not to let you sit in the deposits of lube and cum. "I feel overdressed," you say with a nervous smile. Before we can say anything, you've stripped off your t-shirt and shorts, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket and putting it on the table. You've gone commando, so once you kick off your shoes, you're completely naked. Your dick is slightly distended and is visibly throbbing.
"Damn, man," Brian says. "You look great naked!"
"So do you guys!" you smile and blush, but you don't seem quite as embarrassed as I might have expected. Your cock is definitely lengthening, and we all notice. Without a word, you reach over and wrap your hand around Brian's dick. You start stroking it slowly, and Brian's cock responds quickly, getting longer and thicker. Brian takes your now stiff dick in his hand and does the same.
"Fuck, man, I've wanted to come back every day since that night!" you exclaim. "I think about how much fun it was, even though I was scared to death!"
You lean over and take Brian's cock in your mouth. Brian sighs and closes his eyes.
We're all hard again, watching Brian's cock engulfed in your mouth, your new beard brushing against Brian's plentiful pubic hair.
"Let's move this over to the bed," I suggest, standing up and leading the way.
Soon the bed is a tangle of arms and legs. Kissing, sucking, rimming, stroking...it's even hotter than the first time the five of us were together. That's mostly because you are relaxed and take the initiative as often as not. You manage to choke Stu's monster down your throat, and to wrap your lips around Brian's thick tool once again. With trepidation that quickly turns to lust, you rim your first male asshole, lucky Eric! Finally, you turn to me, give me a surprisingly good blow job, and even taste my ass. We end up in a sixty-nine while Brian rims you and Stu rubs the head of his cock against my damp hole.
"I want to get fucked," you say, suddenly. While all of us had wanted that to happen since the first time, I was probably the only one who wasn't surprised that you wanted it now.
"Um, okay," I say haltingly.
Eric jumps into action, telling you, "Let's go get you cleaned out, man." He guides you to the bathroom, which is well stocked with all the necessities for preparing for anal sex.
The bathroom door is closed, and we can hear water running along with occasional giggling. Eric and you are in there for about five minutes. You emerge first, drying your ass with one of the dozens of white towels I keep in there. "He's all clean," Eric announces. "Not fresh, but clean."
"Just the way we like it," Stu says with a chuckle. We understand that Eric has used fresh water to clean your ass, inside and out. No soap, so your manly scent is mostly intact.
Brian, Stu, and I are all sitting expectantly on the bed, cocks hard as rocks. You survey us. You point at Stu: "Too big!" You point at Brian: "Too thick!" Then you point at me: "Just right!"
I laugh and say, "Hear that, guys? Finally a reward for being average!"
