Gavin returns to his dorm suite after a tough day writing just wanting to veg out with his roommates, Corbin the randy jock and the sweetly sexy Marcos, on whom he has a crush he’s having trouble hiding. But Corbin unexpectedly brings home a friend who suggests playing a game instead; and that game ends up causing a lot of changes among the three roomies.
Gavin took a long pull from his beer, unexpectedly finishing it, while the others cheered. He stood up to get more from the fridge, climbing over Corbin’s long, thick legs (his feet were still up on the coffee table) and trying not to look at the visible evidence of just how much cock he was packing—how much, and how many. He had a bulge like that too now, he knew, only his was from the “way hung” part of Marcos’s twist.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Corbin said, grabbing Gavin’s newly muscular forearm with one hand and draining his own bottle with the other. “Me too,” he said, handing him the bottle. On cue the others downed theirs as well, and he sighed dramatically and collected the other two empties with his other hand to take back to the recycling bin in the kitchen. A moment later he returned with new brews, distributing three of them to his roomies; but before he could climb back over Corbin’s legs to sit down with his own, Corbin held up his free hand. “Wait,” he said again.
“What?” Gavin said, frowning in confusion.
Corbin’s eyes were glinting. “C’mon,” he said. “You have to show us!”
The hell? For a second Gavin thought Corbin meant he wanted Gavin to whip out his fat and heavy new dick, but Corbin was eyeing what was now Gavin’s literally classically proportioned torso, which bulged and strained against his formerly loose shirt.
“Yeah, take it off!” Marcos said unexpectedly. “It’s mean to make your poor shirt stretch over your lats like that anyway!”
Astonished, Gavin turned to Rhys, but he was no help—he wasn’t saying anything, but his laughing grin and dancing eyes might as well have been shouting his agreement.
Gavin’s cheeks burned. He didn’t know anything about having a chiseled, generously carved body like this… except that it kind of felt weird to be wearing a shirt over it. He glared at Corbin and Marcos, trying not to think about whether it meant anything that Marcos wanted to see him with his shirt off, and set down his beer next to Corbin’s crossed ankles with a clunk.
Usually, Gavin took off his shirts by grabbing at the waist on both sides and just yanking upwards, but it occurred to him just as he was reaching for the hems that guys who were built like he was now seemed like they always took off their shirts by grabbing behind the neck and pulling the shirt off over their heads. That was how he should do it, right? Without waiting to think about it more he reached back, grabbed a fistfull of shirt, and hauled the polo off with one smooth, fluid movement. The others immediately erupted in applause, and Gavin stood there with his shirt in hand, accepting the compliment in a little bit of a daze. They were all three looking at him like he was sexy as fuck, and… Gavin found he didn’t totally mind this kind of attention after all.
Just then the doorbell rang. “Perfect timing,” Corbin said. “Oh, Mr. Beefcake, sir, while you’re up…!”
Gavin gave him both fingers, and the others laughed. He turned and went over to the door, feeling just slightly disoriented. Mr. Beefcake was not something he was used to being called, let alone accurately.
Opening the door Gavin was taken aback to see what was apparently the “hot pizza dude” porn trope evidently playing out in real life for the first time ever in Gavin’s experience: standing there in the hallway with the neighboring suite’s incessant music washing over him (Amy Winehouse? Really?), hefting a full-looking pizza sleeve like he could do it all day, was a six-and-a-half-foot African-American stud with a beautiful, high-cheekboned face, piercing eyes, and a serious amount of muscle visible even through his thin super-insulated winter coat. To Gavin he looked like he should be on a daytime soap where, no doubt, he would spend most of his time climbing into and out of hot tubs.
Not only that, but the coat stopped at his waist, allowing Gavin to take note of the heavy double-bulge clearly outlined in Pizza Stud’s high-end sweats.
Glancing up and meeting his eyes, Gavin guessed, “Physics major?”
Pizza Stud grinned wide. “How’d you know?” he said as he reached into the sleeve, pulling two reinforced pizza boxes free. Gavin took them from him, and Pizza Stud glanced past him into the common room of their suite. “Oh, hey, Corbin, Marcos,” he said.
“Billy!” Corbin said. “I didn’t know you were doing this stuff.”
Billy the Pizza Stud shrugged. “It’s new,” he said.
Only since you got cut from The Young and the Restless, Gavin thought. He reached for his wallet with the hand that wasn’t cradling two pizza boxes, but Billy said, “Naw, it’s good. You tipped on the app, and then some.”
“Oh, okay,” Gavin said, stuffing his wallet back into his pocket.
Billy was considering him shrewdly. “And… English Lit, I’ll bet, right?”
Gavin blinked at him. “Uh, yeah,” he admitted. “How—?”
“C’mon, I have the CKU Mr. English calendar,” Billy scoffed. He looked Gavin’s torso up and down. “Plus, from what I’ve seen so far, you guys never wear shirts in your dorm rooms.”
Gavin grinned nervously. “You should see our senior seminars,” he joked.
Billy winked. “Keep talking dirty to me,” he said huskily, and Gavin’s upgraded cock throbbed halfway to hardness in a nanosecond.
“Billy, come join us,” Marcos called.
“Yeah, have a slice and a beer,” Corbin agreed. “Can you go off shift yet?”
Billy checked the time on his phone. “Actually, I’m off shift in ten minutes,” he said. “Lemme text that I’m on my last call.”
While Billy worked his phone, moving into the suite and closing out the hallway chill (and Amy with it), Gavin returned to the couch area and set the pizzas down on the coffee table, popping into the kitchen for plates and napkins and a few more bottles to have them out ready to go as people needed them. By the time he returned Billy had shucked his coat, revealing a skin-tight sleeveless muscle tee (for reals? In December?!) and had already ensconced himself into the empty spot on the love seat next to Marcos, who was explaining the gene pool game they were playing. Billy looked intrigued and ready to join them, and not just for the game.
Then Gavin froze halfway between the kitchen and the couch area, his brows knitting slowly. Hadn’t there been someone sitting there? It had been him, Corbin, Marcos, and…
All efforts to puzzle out this conundrum derailed, however, as Billy casually threw his arm over the back of the love seat—directly behind Marcos. An instant surge of jealousy Gavin washed through him, followed, confusingly, by a dick-pumping awareness of just how hot his incredibly hot crush and the bonerific fantasy dude sitting next to him looked together…
Then his brain added, All you need is Corbin in there with them, and Gavin felt like he was short-circuiting. When his vision refocused, all three of them were looking at him. “Gav, dude, you okay?” Marcos said.
Gavin licked his lips. “Yeah. Sure.” He climbed over Corbin’s legs again and set down his burdens. As he resumed his seat he felt surrounded by masculine hotness, not unaware that some of it was coming from Gavin himself. “Cor, it’s your turn,” he said, opening a new beer and taking a long pull before grabbing two slices from the top pie—pepperoni, he saw approvingly—onto his plate.
“Oh, yeah, cool,” Corbin said. He followed Gavin’s lead, taking two slices onto a plate, and the others did the same. Once they were all ready, he grinned wickedly at Gavin. “Okay, so,” he said, “‘Physics majors…’”
Gavin shook his head. “Please don’t be dicks,” he said. Billy snorted a laugh, and Gavin added sardonically, “So to speak.”
Billy laughed again and took a bite of pizza. “So this is where I say ‘…always…’?” he asked Marcos. Once again, at the sight of the two of them interacting Gavin felt a confusing rush of jealously mixed with arousal at how hot they were. He kind of wanted them to kiss. He tried to silence his messy emotional responses with a wad of delicious, cheesy pizza goodness. Damn where had Corbin ordered from? The pizza was almost as yummy as the delivery guy, he thought wryly.
“If you want,” Marcos said, and Billy nodded. Marcos turned to the other two on the couch, catching Gavin’s pointed look and smiling. “Don’t worry, B.C.,” he said with mock reassurance. “I’ll be good.”
Gavin looked at him. B.C.? Oh, he thought, his cheeks heating slightly again as he remembered. Beefcake. These fuckers…! His mouth was full, though, so he couldn’t object, and Marcos had already moved on. “Uh, let’s see,” Marcos said. “Oh, I know: ‘…help their beefcake English Lit friends get laid’!”
Gavin swallowed with difficulty, giving Marcos an incredulous look. “How?” he blurted out without thinking. “By doing it themselves?!”
“I approve!” Corbin said instantly.
Gavin rounded on him. “What?!” he said, flabbergasted.
Corbin shrugged. “You gotta admit—you’re pretty fucking hot, Gav,” he said unrepentantly, scoping Gavin’s chiseled torso up and down. “I’ve been getting pretty fucking horny just sitting here looking at you.”
“But… you’re always horny!” Gavin objected.
Corbin gave him a feral grin. He set aside his pizza plat, exposing his two massive, swelling cocks. He reached in, adjusting them, and they quickly swelled to enormous hardness, shoving out of his jeans and dripping wetly onto his shirt.
“It’s true, though,” Billy said, and Gavin tore his eyes away from the sight and turned to stare at his newest friend in astonishment. He’d set aside his pizza, too, as had Marcos, though neither of them had pulled out hige, throbbing double erections—yet. Billy held Gavin’s gaze as he continued, “The way you look, even just meeting you at the door…” His voice was deep and rough in a way that caressed Gavin’s balls and pushed his own super-sized dick the rest of the way to fat, rigid hardness down the left leg of his jeans. “It got my balls churning,” Billy said relentlessly, shifting toward him so that he felt powerful and close. “And my dicks… you got my dicks stretching just from looking at you, the second you opened the door. It sounds corny, but I’m for real, Gav.” Billy’s heated stare grew, if possible, even more intense. “I want you to suck my dicks,” he said. “So fucking much.”
Gavin shook his head slightly, his breath catching. It almost sounded like he was joking, like he was mimicking what a porno Pizza Stud would say, but Billy was clearly dead serious. “That’s… that’s the game doing that,” he said.
Billy shrugged, just like Corbin had. “Same difference, right?” he said unwaveringly.
“I don’t know,” Marcos put in, and when Gavin looked at him he saw that Marcos was looking intently at him, and there was a little bit of wonder in his eyes, like he hadn’t quite seen him before. “I feel like that’s where we were all going to end up one way or another tonight,” he said. He leaned forward, moving Gavin’s plate out of the away before taking Gavin’s hand. “I want you,” Marcos said, utterly seriously, “to suck my dicks. Hard and fast,” he insisted, “then slow and sweet, and then again, and again, over and over and over until you’ve drained me dry and my balls hurt from how much of my cum you’ve swallowed down that beautiful, sexy throat of yours.”
Jesus. Gavin felt suddenly like he was very close to a sudden, spontaneous orgasm. He almost came hard and messy when he found Corbin suddenly right next to him on the couch, wrapping a powerful arm around his bare, perfectly sculpted shoulder. “I want that too, and then some,” Corbin said, his mouth close to Gavin’s neck. “It’s what we all fuckin’ want, Gav.”
Gavin struggled to breathe. Fuck, if I felt surrounded by hotness before… He chuckled nervously. “Guys, you got six giant dicks between you,” he said weakly. “How am I…?” he began, trailing off.
Billy smiled. He checked with Marcos. “I still get a turn, right?” Marcos nodded, and Billy turned his infatuated stare back on Gavin. He smiled slightly and said, “‘English Lit majors…’” Then he paused and added significantly, “‘…in this room…’”, making Gavin’s heart pound loud and fast. Fuck, this was for him. For him, and for the four of them—no one else.
Marcos smiled at Billy approvingly, then turned his heated gaze back to Gavin. “‘…always…’” Marcos said. He looked so heart-achingly beautiful. But they all looked heart-achingly beautiful. Something deep inside him swelled with desire and need for all three of these men, and his massive cock strained at his jeans, spurting precum on his knee as he looked from Marcos, to Billy, to Corbin.
He was up. They were watching him, waiting.
“What’re you going to do?” Corbin asked. The randy, horndog part of his jock roomie could easily be heard under the affection in his voice, much to Gavin’s amusement. “You’re going to make it work, right?”
Make it work.
English Lit majors…
in this room…
Gavin swallowed hard. Six huge cocks. Fuck a duck, he wanted desperately to suck each and every one of them, all at the same time.
Then he pictured it, and grinned wide, saying the words before he could think about them. “‘… can have as many selves as he wants and needs’,” he said, quietly but firmly.
Marcos stared into Gavin’s eyes, and Gavin saw when Marcos imagined it, too. “Fuck, Gav,” he whispered.
A giddy thrill ran through Gavin. Sucking first, he thought wildly. He turned to Corbin, who looked mischievous as always. Gavin was aware of his smell as a man for the first time: a hint of musky sweat that worked really well for him, tinged with soap and beer. Corbin fixed his gaze on Gavin’s, ready to bring it home. “‘…and all of them become instantly naked!’” he finished.
Gavin let out a laugh. “You are one horny fucker!” he chided, emphasizing each word. Then, because Corbin’s mouth was so close, he gave up all resistance and leaned in for a hard, open-mouthed kiss. Corbin responded eagerly, his soft bristle brushing against Gavin’s chin, and their kiss deepened, Gavin’s tongue sliding past Corbin’s as they traded mouths.
“Christ,” Billy said, “I approve!”
Then Gavin was pulling Billy up by the hand and wrapping his arms around him and kissing him hard and dirty, though it quickly softened into a crazy, sensual snog that was just as hot as the one he was sharing with Corbin. He caught Billy’s scent, too, spicy with a hint of garlic that might or might not be from his work.
And Gavin was sitting next to Marcos, cupping his stunningly sexy-sweet face in his hand and breathing him in (limes and rain) before gently removing his glasses and setting them aside. Then, with a soft smile, he drew them together at last into a heated and passionate kiss of their own.
And more of him were there, because he did, indeed, need and want, as he suspected he would always be the case around these three impossibly sexy men. All of him were naked and boned, his adamantine, forearm-thick erection jutting immovably straight up past his lickable sculpted abs to where it lay pinned and drooling against his sternum; but it wasn’t his erections he was worried about just now. One of him helped himself and Corbin to their feet, the pair still kissing greedily, while he attended to one of the fat, rigid, monster wangs protruding from Corbin’s waistband. He licked the tip of the nearest one, then mouthed down the shaft as Corbin moaned into his kiss, deciding to leave the other one for the him that was kissing Corbin, or maybe for another him altogether if letting up on kissing Corbin was as difficult as he suspected it would be.
And another Gavin was behind Billy as they kissed, rutting gently against his Pizza Stud’s perfect ass as he worked Billy’s erections free of the sweatpants with only a moment’s difficulty, so that they snapped up and to the side, both of them curving out from Billy’s torso and projecting a good four or five inches out to the side, one above the other, both of them dripping clear precum thick and fast on the carpet. That made it easy, Gavin thought with a thrill, and soon two of him were ministering aggressively to each of the gigantic, leaking boners from either side of Billy’s thickly muscled, camera-hungry body while he and Billy kept on snogging and Billy’s hands descended to Gavin’s immutable giant pillar of cock between them.
And two more of him, or maybe three, were around him and Marcos as they made out on the love seat like they’d been lovers all this time they’d known each other, impatiently working their Latin hottie free of shoes, then of his clingy skinny jeans, and then of soft, pre-cum-damp charcoal boxier briefs, even as the him that was kissing Marcos took the shortest possible gasping break from kissing to whip Marcos’s snug henley over his head, until finally Marcos’s erections were free—and then all four of him stared from multiple angles as Marcos’s released boners leapt up and slapped against his beautiful, firm chest, immediately causing a near spigot of pre to trickle from each of them down Marcos’s firem, hard chest, past his small, brown, pebbled nipples and onto his cum-gutter, perfectly cut eight-pack abs. “Fuck,” he breathed from multiple mouths. An instant later, after they’d shifted Marcos just enough to be leaning back right in the middle of the love seat to give maximum access to both sides, the four of him dived onto each of Marcos’s luscious, collarbone-high cocks, two of him each hungrily attacking the irresistible, wrist-thick, pre-slicked cocks. And even that wasn’t enough, and soon two more were behind the love seat kissing Marcos in an upside-down Spider-Man kiss, and two more of him were licking Marcos’s wide, ponderous balls.
And then he decided he liked double-kissing his guys, and so now there were two of him kissing Corbin, while Corbin felt up both their asses and moaned happily in their mouths as he eagerly sucked on their tongues. And two of him were kissing Billy, delighting in Billy’s long, powerful tongue as it took turns penetrating their mouths as other hims embarked on a diligent pleasuring of Billy’s huge, curving cocks. And then he figured he had liked rubbing his stiff, chest-high cock-shaft against Billy’s ass, so another him was doing that, too, rutting his slippery pole between Billy’s dark, melon-sized muscle glutes, both of them grunting in pleasure as Billy’s superior height provided the perfect angle for his rhythmic thrusts.
They’d all been really turned on to start with. And all of the Gavins pleasuring Corbin, Billy, and Marcos drove everyone so rapidly to the edge that it felt almost like no time had passed before Gavin felt all of his orgasms driving down upon upon him. And from the fevered grunts and accelerating smooching, stroking and mauling he was getting from his three guys, and the quivering urgency of their reddened, straining cocks, the guys were right there with him. Then, all at once, the Gavins that were busy kissing their men broke free, gave each of their lovers a fierce grin as he took their nipples between his fingers, held their gaze, and gave them a slow twist as he dove back in for a final kiss. Within seconds Corbin, Billy, and Marcos were screaming their orgasms into his mouths, then pulling free out of pure need for air, only to clamp their mouths onto Gavin’s necks as they came, panting and crying out in multiple, augmented pleasure. And tasting their cocks’ high-pressure cum and struggling to swallow all of it down as they kept blowing their loads was what pushed Gavin into uncounted simultaneous orgasms, rocketing through every body like he was experiencing an entire’s city’s explosive, all-at-once, totally mind-obliterating release.
Gavin soared, feeling his lovers’ bodies drowning in euphoria along with his own, all of them shipwrecked on the shores of ecstasy. When he regained the ability to make sense of his surrounding from out of a sea of infinite pleasure, he saw that two or three of him were slumped against an awestruck and slightly rubber-legged Billy, more or less holding each other up as they swayed with the drug-like marvel of multiple release; Corbin, grinning from the love of good sex even half-conscious as he was, was slumped back on the couch with a couple or three more of him, and there was a small pile of him—maybe four?—slumped happily on a cum-covered Marcos, his jizz-smeared face a picture of serene bliss.
He enjoyed this for a while. He was still mostly hard, and he saw that Billy, Corbin, and Marcos were, too. They’d be ready for more, soon. There were a few less of him than there had been a little while ago, but he knew his need sure wasn’t satisfied yet, much less his want. In fact, his lovers turned him on so intensely, and so completely, that he doubted he would be one Gavin again for a very, very long time.