by Alexa Anna
I’d love to wrap my hands around it and pull and pull, massaging his manhood until he squirts his thick, hot juices all over his stomach. I’d even lick them up.
I can’t believe I’m thinking these thoughts, but I remember what Zach said earlier about he and Colton pleasuring me together. This thought sends me over the edge in terms of being turned on, and I push myself harder into Zach.
“I want you,” I say, whispering into his ear.
“Good,” says Zach, his own breath more ragged.
I’m as turned on as I’ve ever been, giving me a courage that I don’t normally have. I reach for his cock, fumbling with the bulge over his pants.
“Go for it, girl,” says Zach, his voice so low it’s almost a growl. “Take my cock if that’s what you want.”
He watches in approval as I fish around for his belt buckle and undo it clumsily. I’m unzipping his jeans. I can almost smell his cock. I’m so turned on it’s like my vision is a tunnel just zooming in to where his cock is going to be.
When my hand contacts it, the cock is everything I thought it would be and even more. It’s hard as a rock, and unbelievably massive.
I pull it out and it’s in my face, looking bigger than a mountain from my perspective.
“I want to suck it,” I say, looking up shyly at Zach.
“Be my guest,” says Zach. “I wouldn’t want to deny you anything, you sexy little thing.” His voice is as deep and as masculine as a voice can be.
I take his cock in my mouth after stroking it a few times. This was definitely not the way I thought the night would end up, I think to myself.
His cock fills my mouth to the brim. It’s almost too big. I struggle getting it inside.
Zach groans as I bob my head up and down on his shaft that’s shimmering with my saliva.
“That feels good,” grunts Zach, taking my head in his hands, gently helping me by guiding my head along his shaft.
I keep going, faster and faster, somehow completely determined to make him come.
“Not just yet, baby,” growls Zach. “Not just yet. But I do appreciate your enthusiasm.”
How does a man like this, who’s so virile, who’s just bursting with sex—how does he control his urges, when it seems like I can barely control mine?
“Let’s walk over to the couch,” says Zach, taking my hand and leading me to the other end of the living room. “Watch out for the glass pieces.”He gestures to the broken glass from the aquariums that my apparently insane roommate smashed to pieces.
I get onto the couch and Zach gets down before me on the floor, kneeling. He spreads my legs and in a heated frenzy I pull my pants down around my ankles. Zach helps me pull the stretchy material lower down towards my ankles, so that my pants are off my legs.
“You’re even more beautiful than I could have imagined,” growls Zach, staring right at my pussy.
He runs his strong hands up and down my smooth legs, and then he licks them, working his way quickly up my inner thigh. He does it quick, but it feels like forever to me. I feel like he’s never going to reach me where it counts, and I’m so turned on I’m absolutely dying for his tongue to contact me.
I can look down and still see his cock, as hard and as erect as ever. I can’t believe I’m doing this—the thought flashes across my mind for a moment, but then I think of Colton and Zach doing this to me together, and I’m even more turned on than ever.
Zach’s rough tongue touches my outer lips and I shudder. I almost howl in anticipation as his tongue gets closer and closer to my most delicate area.
It’s incredible. The hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
He really knows what he’s doing with his tongue, lapping me up like crazy.
The orgasm rushes through me. So much more powerful, so much more hot, than when I do it to myself alone, fantasizing about Colton.
I don’t know whether to stare at Zach and his cock or to close my eyes and picture Colton. In the end, I can’t decide and do both, alternating back and forth.
I’m moaning and my legs are quivering. When the orgasm is over, the after glow remains, and I’m as turned on as ever. I go right for his cock again, taking it in my mouth.
“Oh yeah,” grunts Zach, in the lowest and most masculine growl imaginable. “Yeah, baby.”
He takes the base of his cock in his hand and starts thrusting into it, thrusting into my mouth.
I remove my mouth just in time to watch his come fly across the room and land on a pile of broken glass. It goes flying high in the air in an arc. Watching him jerk his cock that’s slick with my saliva… it just drives me wild, and all of a sudden I’m fingering myself all over, on the couch, right in front of him.
Colton
“You did what?” I say, opening the door to find Zach standing there with the most annoying grin ever plastered on his face.
“You can thank me later,” says Zach, clapping me on the shoulder and walking past me into my apartment.
He tosses me my cell phone.
“And you stole my phone, too?” I say, the annoyance impossible to ignore in my voice.
“If you’re not going to thank me, can you at least toss me a beer?” says Zach.
“It’s five in the morning,” I say. “You woke me up so you could tell me you fucked Aly and to demand I give you a beer. Get your own damn beers.” Now I’m getting mad. I can feel my blood starting to boil.
“Fine, be that way, man,” says Zach. “I thought you’d be pleased. I started things going. Now the two of us can slip right in there.”
“It’s one thing to talk about the two of us going at her together,” I say. “But, hell, I didn’t expect you to go over there tonight and start the whole thing without me…”
“So that’s it,” says Zach, laughing. “You wanted to be the first one. Hell, if it makes you feel any better, you did kiss her first.”
I know he’s right, in a way. I just feel like I should have been the first one to make contact. Although, I guess in the end the result is going to be the same, right?
This thought calms me down a little.
“Why were you over there anyway in the middle of the night?” I say. “After you jerked off thinking about her you just couldn’t stay away?”
“Don’t act like you weren’t slapping the monkey to her too, dude,” says Zach. “She’s fucking hot and I’m not going to apologize for that. We both want her and we’re both going to have her. But I just went over because she was having some problems with her roommate.”
He goes on to explain what was going on with the crazy overly drugged roommate.
“Damn,” I say. “We’re going to have to find her a new place to live. She can’t go on like that.”
Zach shrugs. “Seemed fine to me,” he says. “She’s just going to have to get used to talking to trippers.”
“And,” I say. “Seriously, dude? Slapping the monkey?”
Zach flashes a grin at me. “I try to use a new phrase each time,” he says.
I nod and head into my room, closing the door behind me not too gently. I lie down on my bed, face down, images of Aly popping into my head. Maybe I’m a little jealous of Zach, but I know that if it had been me over there, there’s no way we wouldn’t have gone all the way.
Imagines of Aly’s face way back when, on graduation day, when I caught her masturbating to me with my shirt off. Why hadn’t I gone after her then, once I realized she was at least somewhat attracted to me? I guess I still figured she didn’t want to have anything to do with a jock. She hadn’t acted any way around me that would have made me think she was interested in me. And I was so interested in the girls literally throwing themselves at me feet—or my cock, is more like it.
My own cock is hard against the mattress. I can still feel Aly’s lips on mine from this afternoon.
I’ll have to let Aly take care of this erection, I think to myself. I’m going to save all my juice for her. It’ll have to be soon, though, since she’s stirring up a
crazy frenzy inside me and inside my cock.
The next day, Zach and I are both up early. Zach’s bright eyed, despite all the drinking and the late night adventures he had.
“Hit the gym, bro?” he says, already wearing his gym gear.
I nod my head, and he follows me out the door down to my gym, where we get in a pretty serious workout.
Zach and I go through some minor competition to see who can bench press more, and who can dead lift more. Zach takes me in the bench press but I get him in the dead lift.
“It’s the way your body is built,” says Zach, complaining. “I just can’t beat that lanky frame of yours for deadlifts.”
“Lanky?” I say, stripping my sweaty clothes in the locker room. I’m so sweaty they cling to me and I have to practically peel them off. “Just because I’m not some overbuilt monster like you doesn’t make me lanky.”
Zach laughs at this. “Overbuilt monster,” he says, chuckling. “I like that.”
“Showers?” I say, as Zach peels off the last of his own sweaty workout clothes. He nods at me.
Now we’re both buck naked, our muscular bodies gleaming with sweat, our cocks long, but for once not hard.
Just because we have a habit of banging chicks together doesn’t make us in the least bit gay. There’s absolutely nothing about his body that I appreciate in a sexual way. I mean, sure, it’s cool that he’s strong and all. I can appreciate the way he can throw a ball or lift a weight, but that’s as far as the appreciation goes.
“So we’ll head over to Aly’s place after this?” says Zach, giving me a wink, turning the shower on, so that his naked torso is blasted with water.
Soon there’s steam all around us. We’re standing side by side, the water roaring down on us. There’s no one else in the locker room.
“What’s the pretext, though?” I say.
Zach shrugs and looks over and me and smiles. “Does it even matter?” he says.
“Sort of,” I say.
“Well then let’s say we came over to check on her or something.”
I grunt. “I guess that’ll work,” I say.
“I can see you’re already thinking about her, aren’t you, big guy?” says Zach, peering over and giving my cock a look.
My cock’s grown for sure since Aly entered the conversation. Normally I need constant release, and seeing Aly yesterday has really got me more backed up than normal. I need some release and I need Aly. Soon my cock is raging hard. The more I think about her the harder my cock gets.
“Same goes for you,” I say, glancing over at Zach’s cock, which is erect, and about the same size as mine. I’d say we’re both quite a bit larger than average but I haven’t spent much time comparing or peering at other cocks to really know. Cocks have just never interested me. It’s pussy, ass, and tits that I’m after. And right now I happen to be after Aly’s set.
Eventually, we towel off and dress into our street clothes. I don’t pay attention to what Zach does, but I end up having to do the classic boner tuck, so that my hard cock is underneath the waistband of my pants. That way hopefully the bulge will be reduced enough that strangers on the street won’t be staring at me.
I can’t wait to have her, I think to myself.
I can’t wait to have her with Zach, I correct myself.
Zach
“Hey there,” I say. “Long time no see.” I give her a quick kiss on the cheek.
She’s even sexier than I thought she’d look. She’s not wearing the spaghetti strap shirt today, or the yoga pants. Instead, she’s decked out in a professional outfit. But it’s a very, very sexy one. A tight professional skirt that rides somewhat high on her hip, stockings, and a tight blouse that doesn’t hide the swell of her breasts at all. Over that, she wears a tight blazer.
I’ll have that all off in no time, I think to myself. And then the three of us will have our fun.
“Come on in,” Aly says, and I wink at her as I walk past her. Colton follows us into the apartment.
“Someone cleaned up all the glass!” I say.
Aly nods, looking very tired. “I did,” she says.
“And the roommate?”
“Still in her bed,” she says.
“What’s wrong with the roommate?” says Colton. I suddenly remember I didn’t tell him the whole story, just bits and pieces.
“Oh,” says Aly. “Zach convinced her the elephants were going to eat her or something so she’s hiding in her bed until the elephant patrol specialists tell her the coast is all clear.”
“Wow,” I say, clucking my tongue. “That must not be acid. That’s a hell of a long trip. She took it last night, right?”
“What the hell did you do to her, man?” says Colton, glaring at me.
“Come on,” I say. “Lighten up. I’ll go take care of it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I think I see Colton hugging Aly in his big arms. This is right as I pass the threshold of the nutty roommate’s room. Good, I think to myself. Maybe Colton and Aly will get started, get the fire roaring so to speak, and I can join in when I take care of this idiot.
“Hello?” I say. “Elephant patrol specialist number two here.”
“Thank God!” comes her voice from under her blankets.
I can’t believe she’s still tripping this hard!
I take a glance around the room. This place is really creepy. There’s no light coming in from outside and the whole place is lit with these weird colored florescent lights. They’re not quite black lights but they’re similar. Didn’t that die out in the ‘90s?
“Come on,” I say. “The elephants are all gone. Time to get up.”
I help her to her feet. She’s looking pretty worse for wear. After a couple minutes, I surmise that she’s not really tripping anymore. It’s just that the trip had a really strong impression on her.
First thing she does when she gets out of bed is grab a bottle of pills. Looks like prescription pills, but still, that doesn’t mean she isn’t abusing them.
“Why don’t you take it easy?” I say. “You had a rough night. Maybe more drugs aren’t the best thing for you right now.”
She shrugs and flops down onto the floor.
“You OK?” I say, suddenly wondering if I should contact some kind of authority figure. This girl seems like she’s really got some problems. What the hell does she even do for work?
“I’m fine,” she says. “What time is it?”
“Six PM,” I say. “And it’s a Tuesday, in case you were wondering that too.”
She repeats this back to me vaguely. “Oh, shit,” she says. “I’ve got a client!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I say.
“Hand me my computer, would you?”
I find her laptop under a pile of junk, old candy wrappers and some empty vodka bottles, and hand it to her. She opens it up and pulls up some video chatting software. I watch with morbid fascination as she tries to make herself presentable using the camera on her computer as a mirror. A minute later, she’s talking to someone on the video chat, jabbering away in a professional tone I’ve never heard her using before.
I stand around for a minute or two, listening to her conversation. I gather that she’s a life coach, from the way she’s talking to this “client.”
I enter the living room, shaking my head, saying, “You wouldn’t believe this.” I’m ready to shock them all with this revelation that this drug addict mess of a roommate is actually a life coach, but I’m the one shocked.
“I didn’t expect you two to get down this fast,” I say, a grin spreading across my face, and my cock growing. “I thought you’d be making out or something.”
“She had a tough day at work,” says Colton, by way of explanation.
Aly’s still clothed, but her blazer is off, and her pinpoint hard nipples look like they’re about to pierce right through her tight shirt.
Colton, on the other hand, has his pants down around his ankles. His long, hard cock is poi
nting at a 45 degree angle to the ceiling. It’s wet and slippery looking with what can only be Aly’s saliva. After all, she’s kneeling in front of him, her short skirt riding up around her thighs, her plump ass almost visible under it.
“I like what I see,” I say, walking over slowly, putting my hand in my pants and seizing my cock, which has completely sprung to life, feeling massive and girthy in my fist.
“You need to destress a little, baby?” I say, approaching her and Colton. “Maybe a second cock is exactly what you need to be slurping on right now.”
She blushes a little, but the lust has already infected her. It’s too late for her in the sense that the fantasy seed of two men has been planted in her and now it’s sprung to life. She’s ready, as ready as I’ve ever seen a woman for both Colton and me.
“Go on,” I say, gruffly, my voice getting low with my growing erection. “Keep working on him.”
“Yeah,” says Colton, a little more gently. “You don’t need to stop working on me… Oh yeah, baby, that feels good.”
Aly’s got her head back on his cock. She can barely keep away from it.
I’ve got my pants down around my knees. My cock feels good and liberated, no longer straining against the impossible demands of the fabric.
Her soft and delicate hand wraps itself around my cock and I groan with pleasure. She knows exactly what she wants and she knows exactly what she’s doing with my cock. I close my eyes and let the pleasure carry me away.
Aly
I’ve got my mouth on Colton’s huge cock and my hand on Zach’s cock. I don’t know which one is bigger. It’s impossible to tell. They’re both the biggest cocks I’ve handled in real life, not to mention the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen, in real life or on the computer.
“There you go baby,” groans Colton, as I push my head down along his shaft, his cock completely filling my mouth. It’s almost too big. No, I think to myself, it’s completely perfect.
I’ve completely forgotten that we’re in the somewhat public living room of my crazy New York City apartment. After all, Tami is known to burst from room to room without announcing herself. Her many sketchy friends, too, seem to come and go as they please. Some of them even seem to have keys.
