I took s short step forward and was met by two hands, drawing me inward. The three of us were suddenly exploring each other’s upper bodies, tongues searching, licking, kissing, circling and exploring each other’s mouths, chests, ears, pecs with drunken urgency. The aroma of male sweat mixed with the odor of beer and the scintillating puffs of hot, gulping breaths felt wonderful when combined with the taste of each other’s saltiness, which grew more pronounced as we became more excited and our sexual huddle grew more intense. Unidentified hands lowered their explorations. The clang of belt buckles being undone; the popping of denim buttons, and the whoosh of my zipper pierced the familiar labored breath and tonguing sounds. One by one in quick succession, three pairs of pants succumbed to gravity, falling around our ankles, and were easily dispatched my merely stepping out of them. It was easy to tell David’s frame from Chuck’s in the dark—well actually much easier—since David never wore underwear. His shaft thrust forward and was poking at us. My hands found Chuck’s waistband of his briefs and I pulled them downward past his knees. Mine were being pulled off at David’s hand. Once past knee level, both jockeys hit the floor. The three of us were now totally naked. David was the first one to drop to his knees. I could feel his hot breaths and shortly thereafter, those unmistakable sucking and slurping sounds as Chuck’s shaft began being expertly serviced. Chuck’s mouth met mine and we began a duel with each other’s tongues, wildly exploring our mouths. I felt David’s body turn and his shoulder press against my left leg, then felt his lips slide past the crown of my penis, and his mouth moved forward, burying my shaft to its base. He held himself there while he flicked his tongue around the base. I wasn’t sure just how he managed to perfect this, but God what a feeling! Chuck broke away from our embrace and dropped to his knees. David pulled off my cock and stood up meeting me and eye level. He didn’t say a word, just smiled and slammed his tongue in my mouth as far as it would go—which was pretty far—David had one of the longest damn tongues I’d ever seen. He could flick it way past the tip of his nose. Anyway, it sure came in handy now. I felt Chuck’s mouth around my cock and immediately noticed the difference in styles. I was used to David, but what Chuck lacked in depth, he certainly made up for in friction and suction! He really had me going in a matter of minutes. He must have sensed this too, as he pulled away and attacked David’s rod. I could tell when Chuck’s mouth found its target. David lurched forward and let out an excited ‘ummmph’ with his lips and tongue locked against my mouth. It wasn’t long either before David broke our mouth’s suction and stepped away from Chuck and spoke the first words since we’d stepped into the room. “Jeeeze man! You’re going to make me blow. Not yet. I want to make this last.” Chuck spoke next, “Sorry. I guess I just got caught up in it.” I just snickered and nodded in agreement with David. The three of us stood up and looked at each other in the moonlight dorm quarters. Chuck came up with the bright idea of pushing the beds together, which met with instant approval. I offered the piece d’ resistance bonus of tying the legs of the beds together with our belts. Bingo. Now we were ready to continue our sensual surveying. David took the first queue and climbed across both beds, reached up and pulled both of us down on top of him. What followed was more than an hour of twisting, turning, thrashing and undulating that more resembled serpents forming a ‘copulating ball’. Actually, that’s pretty much what it was. If there was a position we missed, it wasn’t for lack of trying. We pounced on each other’s rods in a daisy chain, two on two in a 69 position, while the odd man out serviced first one ass, then the other. My favorite variation here was Chuck and I sucking each other with David’s long, expert tongue darting past the sphincter, with his nose buried between my ass cheeks. The combination of David’s tongue, combined with Chuck’s sucking, was just about as close to ‘heaven’ as one could get. With each new position, we’d let the level of pleasure crescendo until we just had to stop. It was becoming harder and harder to keep from cumming. Each session took less and less time to bring us to the brink. The beds were a rumpled mess of sweat and laced with precum and drooling saliva. Chuck and David were busy sucking each other, while I had been tonguing and fingering David’s ass crack. David’s hand reached back, pushing my hand out of his crack, then pulling me forward, then encircling my cock. He pulled it toward the crack of his ass, muttering ‘uuuuck eeee” with his mouth full of Chuck’s dick. He hadn’t needed to utter anything. I certainly understood what he wanted to happen and was eager to oblige. His hole was already well-worked and slick with sweat and spit, so my cock slid in smoothly. David let out an ‘ummmph’ when I bottomed out. The three of us soon found a rhythm, David being able to thrust forward into Chuck’s eager suction machine, then push backward against my shaft as I impaled him again. I felt David’s body stiffen and his sphincter tighten around my cock. He thrust wildly forward. I heard Chuck sucking, and then he began to choke and pulled away from David’s invading rod. This left him with a face full of cum as David’s dick continued to spew forth. David’s mouth was also busily handling Chuck’s load, as the combination was just too much to contain. I continued to pound David’s ass and knew it wouldn’t be much longer. When the smell of the fresh cum the coated Chuck’s face wafted under my nostrils—that was it—I blasted my load in David’s ass. David and Chuck stayed in their positions. Chuck recovered from his choking and busied himself with taking care David’s overflow. David likewise was engaged in cleaning any stray juices. I just lay there with my softening cock inside David until his sphincter won over my flaccid cock. We were a spent mess, smelling of sweat, cum, fucking and beer. The bed was a sight to be sure. We just didn’t care. It was too much of a problem to figure out a way of getting cleaned up or showering just now. Instead, we got off the beds, straightened the sheets to some semblance of order, and then climbed back down onto the sweat and cum stained covers. Initially, the wetness felt cool where it touched, but with the heat of our bodies, it soon disappeared. We kissed and dutifully fondled and played with each other for a while, but soon the alcohol and events of the night overtook us. We curled around each other, needing to feel our bodies, but also to keep warm. The night eventually won. Seconds later, we were being rousted by a persistent banging on the door. Struggling to open my eyes, and taking inventory of my senses, the recollection of the immediate events of the night flooded in. I sat up and was surveying two naked bodies, still victims of fatigue and probably drink. Damn, it was daylight. I glanced at the wall clock; it was 8:45 AM. Shit. Who the hell would be rousting us at this hour on a Saturday morning? More importantly, I began to realize our predicament,--actually, per—DICK—ament! I extricated myself from between David and Chuck and walked toward the door. Leaned against the door and whispered no more loudly that absolutely necessary, “Who’s there?” No answer. A little louder, “Who is it?” Still no answer. I was now getting irritated, and pissed that I’d even gotten up to answer the door. Speaking of being pissed—I became aware of the need to do just that. I waited another 20 seconds or so and decided I’d crack the door open and survey the hallway. It sounded quiet enough; probably everyone was still sleeping in for the most part. I cracked the door latch and opened the door a couple of inches. No one there. I opened the door a bit further and stuck my head out and looked down the hall—nobody. Then a voice immediately to my right. I snapped my head around. It was Rick. “What the hell are you doin’ up this early. Hell, it’s Saturday!” I snapped. “Everybody’s asleep!” I whispered loudly. Rick looked at me sadly, and I felt myself feeling sorry for unloading on him. I forgot I was naked, and as Rick turned towards me, I caught him glancing downward and suddenly became aware of my condition. “Hey, looks like you guys had a good time last night. I went home alone.” As he said this, he intentionally leaned against the door, my thumb slipped, and the door swung open. “God damn it, Rick! What the hell...” I hissed. Rick’s eyes opened wide. Chuck’s eyes were open and his raised his head in our direction to see what the commotion was. Rick invited himself inside, stepping right past me. Shit. I pushed the door shut smartly. Smartly, because it made a good sized bang against the doorframe, shattering the Saturday morning calm. Not too smartly, because now everyone was awake. David sat up and wiped his sleepy eyes. Then looked towards Rick, irritated at the intrusion. Rick began laughing, “You guys DID have a good time last night. I thought something was going on with you guys, when you left all of a sudden. I figured I’d wait until this morning to check things out.” My embarrassment was being replaced with anger. “We have a god damned phone, Rick! Ever think of using it?” I saw the pained look in his eyes, and was immediately sorry for my outburst. Chuck just got up from last night’s workbench, not attempting to hide either his nudity or his morning hardon. “Yeah Rick, you could have just called. Now what’s so all fired important?” Rick’s face turned from impudence to genuine sorrow and hurt. “I thought…well…we’d all…we could all maybe…” To my absolute surprise, Chuck simply walked forward to Rick and gave him a hug. This had a dramatic effect on Rick, who was now tenting his jeans quite noticeably. David was now fully awake and had also stood up with his schlong proudly sticking out at a solid 45 degree angle. Well, I wasn’t the one in the minority here! It was three naked guys to one—who had an obvious problem. I felt sort of sorry for Rick, even though I didn’t really know him that well, he’d obviously had a bad night of it and I’d been less than a friend since finding out about him. I became aware of my morning contribution as well. Jeeze had I been like that when I first answered the door? Chuck was speaking softly to Rick, “ Okay, you thought we’d all...we could all do what?” He was saying this as he was unbuttoning Rick’s shirt. I turned and looked in David’s direction. David broke into a wide smile, and his dick was now vertical! “Well, I can think of lots of things a Saturday morning’s good for…and personally, I’m not ready to get out of bed just yet.” My heads were both tingling now. Rick’s shirt was off, revealing a chest that looked more like David’s and any I’d seed. I thought to myself, “man if I had a chest like that, I’d show it off and not wear those baggy shirts’. While engrossed in that thought, I my eyes traveled downward. Rick’s hands were busy undoing his belt. To be continued…
