Final exams were finally upon us, with Christmas break starting right after. I had just finished my anthropology exam, and I was dazed and burnt out. One more exam tomorrow and I was done. I found a bench on the quad outside Harrison Hall and inhaled the outdoors, careless of the cold gloaming afternoon. It was already getting dark and I had no plans.
Griffin texted: "get over here now. I have a surprise 4 u" Shit. Hooking up with Griff since our happy swapping of horny head in a library mens room in October was pure joy, but I really wanted some down time to savor my ambivalence and exhaustion. I texted: "OK, Heading up there now"
I shouldered my backpack, put on my knit cap low over my ears and headed out the path to Griff's off campus apartment. Being called to his apartment still sent green birds of lust flying around in my guts, as his invites to watch a game or eat Taco Bell or get high were all Griff code for 'I want to fuck you'. It would get my mind off of tomorrow's final at least.
At his front door, I listened before I rang...silence. I rang once, and the door opened almost instantly, something that was not in his usual playbook. "Little Spoon! get your ass in here, it is damn cold out there!" He pushed his wild mane of longish dark hair back; ragged old jeans, barefoot, scruff, clean wife beater. His 'Bama country boy look, full bore.
"Hey Griff, you look good!" He hugged me hard, and I inhaled him, fresh showered, hair still damp, honey bar soap.
"Rolling Rock? They are frosty cold."
"Fuck yeah. I need a liquid lobotomy after these insane exams. My head is totally fucked." He opened the two green bottles in the kitchen and carried them by the necks in one big hand, a move that sent me into abject hero worship. Griff's easy, unstudied southern masculinity washed over me again.
"Yeah? I bet I could help with that," giving me his dark male gaze. "You look good tonight, kinda' rumpled. Like you got fucked in a stairwell, but in a good way."
"Thanks! Very classy. So much for the life of the mind. We shall get heartily fucked up and then fuck heartily." I said. He laughed and tousled my short blond hair.
The doorbell rang. He looked at me grinning and said "Ready for your surprise?"
"Sure. Whatever." Cool, cool, be so cool.
Griff answered the door, and in came one of Griff's jock posse bros, I'd seen on campus but did not know. He was short, wide shouldered, a frame that he had worked hard to pack with thick muscle. Varsity wrestling team. "Rolling Rock for you, Anders?"
"Hell yeah, Griff. I need that." Griff opened another bottle in the kitchen. Anders turned to me, hand outstretched. "Hi. Hugh Anders. Everyone calls me Anders." Warm green eyed male gaze, excellent dry firm handshake.
"Travis Ravenel. They mostly call me Trav."
"Yeah, I've seen you on campus, but I don't think we've had any classes together." We both kicked back on the ugly plaid sofa. He looked around. "I helped Griff move in here. We found this sofa next to a dumpster." Mid-western accent; Chicago, but good west side 'burbs, like Barrington Hills or Hinsdale. It was clear that Anders and Griff had some history, and likely, if I knew Griff at all, that they had hooked up more than once. I fought back a stabbing twinge of acid green jealousy. Relax. Be cool. Let the evening implode.
"You should have tried another dumpster, 'cuz this thang is butt-ugly." I said, referring to the plaid sofa.
Anders shrugged, and laughed, "Well the price was zero except for some dinged pride. People actually watched us loading a dumpster sofa into my truck. The shame was Biblical."
Anders wore a ringer tee shirt with the neck ring accenting his big sinewy neck and the sleeve rings showing off the easy massing of his biceps. He was thick thru the chest as well, the whole package a compact knot of male beefiness. I did not usually go in for blond or ginger guys, but Anders had the most awesome shock of thick strawberry blond hair, plus his fearsome forearms were covered with slightly coarser blond fur. Worn green sweatpants, drawstring hanging loose at the front. Damn.
Griff handed Anders the bottle of Rock, and pulled up the desk chair and sat down. He looked at me questioningly, dark eyebrows raised. The footlocker/table had been moved away from the sofa. Griff had plans; I was in them, so was Anders.
"So, Griffin, what is my surprise? It can't just be the frosty cold Rolling Rock, good as they are," calling his bluff.
Anders answered low and evenly, "I think I am your surprise, Trav. And you are my surprise." His green eyes were wide with a kind of friendly boy lust.
"OK then. Griffin, buddy, anything to say here?" I said with a sly smile.
Griffin looked down, suddenly shy. "Shit. I just knew you two would be wicked hot together, and I am soooo damn right about that. Let's get stupid-high, boys. Then I want you both naked." He went to the desk and fetched a thick spliff already in the clip, blazed up, and took a huge hit. The jay went around four or five times. Anders put his head back, showing a manly jawline with about two days of blond stubble. "Dudes, I am so baked!" he laughed.
"Whoa. Me too. Stoned Henge. The Griff and his weed are always pure witchcraft." I said.
Anders leaned over and kissed me. Broad insistent tongue, aggressive then gentle. big hand behind my head. Extinction-event Asteroids streamed thru my night sky, the iron gate swung open, and I wanted to surrender to this sweet muscular boy with his green eyes and blond fur, wholesome pride and joy of some leafy mid-western suburb.
Anders pulled back and there was a nice girthy mound in his green sweats. Griff sat transfixed, hand down the front of his jeans, amusing his own maleness while watching me with Anders. "Nice. Very nice. Now both of you drop down around your ankles and kick back in blow job position, knee to knee," he said evenly. Griff was going to be the director of our gathering, our lord of misrule.
Anders and I complied, with Anders dropping the sweats he was wearing commando, and slowly pulling the ringer tee over his head, all eyes on his awesome body. Hands behind his head to show his thick biceps and manly pits. Pecs and belly were a rug of coarse blond fur, as was crotch, legs, ass. I put a hand on his chest, spellbound by all his warm soft fuzz. His cock was aroused, about half staff, beer can thick, uncut, the shiny pink glans extending slightly beyond the yummy foreskin. Damn. Damn.
We kicked back, Griff got up and knelt before Anders, trapping him with his dark male gaze. Griff went down, taking Anders' girthy pudd lovingly into his mouth, slow, wet, working the foreskin over the glans with lips and tongue. Anders had his head back, hands behind his head, he moaned, "Aw, Griff baby, suck it like a bitch. Lick my fuzzy blond balls. You like that? Get in there boy!" Griff moaned, and was face deep in Anders' fuzzy crotch.
While Griff was doing as instructed, I leaned into Anders' furry pit, eagerly huffing his young male scent. Locker rooms, wrestling mats, newly harvested wheat fields, green summer lakes. My hand was around my dick, cut, 7.5, blond, pink, responding fully to Anders' scent.
Griff came up from crotch duty, eyes locked with Anders, whose big warm hand was now on my dick, touching, rubbing, assessing, exploring. He reached lower for my balls cupping them. "UnnHH!" was the only thing to say at his warm touch.
My dick in his hand, Anders leaned forward and was kissing Griff, an expression of young male lust, tempered with affection and respect. They knew each other, and I was fine with that. It was perfect to watch the two of them kiss, fully erect, open, free, honest, horned, manly, an image of them I will have forever. It was at that moment when I first fell in love with both of them.
They parted, the moment gone. Griff turned to me, with his stoned, shit eating grin. "Trav, where have you been baby? Are you still my slutty bad swimmer boy?"
"Fuck yeah, I'm your boy. Just sitting here waiting for you to service me, you fucking cock whore." I snapped my fingers and pointed to floor between my widely spread legs, "Get in here on your knees, and go down; show me your dick sucking skills. Yeah. Like that." I grabbed his long hair with both hands and forced him all the way down, he gagged twice, then relaxed into it, letting me thrust my dick head into his velvety throat. "Yeah, gag on it bitch. Who is the little spoon now?"
It was Anders' turn to watch, on his face was a look of amazed delight that I had unleashed some dom dirty talk on Griff, alpha dog Griff, with his letter jacket and jock bro-daddie all campus swagger. The varsity short stop was now my bitch. I was the new lord of misrule. I let go of his hair and pushed him away. There were tears in his eyes, and a big streamer of cock throating spit hanging off his lower lip, and I gently wiped it off with the sleeve of my shirt. "Play along with our reindeer games, Anders, the real fun starts now."
