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Hey readers, I'm kinda stuck. I've got the start of two chapters going and I'm not sure where to go next, so I'm putting it to you all. Would you rather:
Continue on with Halloween night and let the craziness build.
Jump ahead a few weeks to Thanksgiving and the end of Adam and Mikey's first semester
Sound off and let me know what you wanna see!
Continue on with Halloween night and let the craziness build.
Jump ahead a few weeks to Thanksgiving and the end of Adam and Mikey's first semester
Sound off and let me know what you wanna see!
Halloween night. Hate to see the semester end!
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Jump ahead a few weeks to Thanksgiving and the end of Adam and Mikey's first semester
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I don't want the semester to end, but I REALLY don't want Halloween to drag on for too long. If you think you can accomplish another Halloween chapter without making it feel lethargic, go ahead! But if you'd like to play safe and advance a little, that's fine too. Regardless, I can't wait to see what you come up with; it'll be quality no matter what you decide.
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Maybe finish Halloween in one last chapter before moving on with the end of the semester with few chapters?
I’ll throw out my two cents: one chapter to wrap up Halloween and then the next can be a skip forward
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I vote skip ahead! Don’t do another Halloween chapter if you think it will feel forced.
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Depends if Sid has a reappearing role or not. If he is a one and done character than move on to Thanksgiving. Since Sid is the first guy to play with them (I think I have that correct) some morning after recap might help define the boundaries of their relationship. These are just my thoughts since you asked, but trust your instincts you have done great so far.
So far your writing has been incredible, so I trust your direction. But I would love to see a time jump!
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Chapter 17 (part 1) Thanks for patience and all your input on moving forward!
Chapter 17
“But in his own letters the creature states that if he were to take a name, it would be the name of his father. His creator. The creature’s namelessness is a reflection of Victor’s coldness and rejection. I would argue that by naming him, and specifically naming him for Victor, the audience is sympathizing with the creature.” Claire counters, lounging back in the rising steam, her ample and exquisite tits out, legs sprawled across Wes’s lap. “Literature is a living thing. Mary Shelley didn’t write a child’s story of good versus evil, it’s more complex than that. She challenged people’s perceptions her entire life. The audiences’ collective naming of the creature, and therefore identifying the real protagonist and antagonist of the story, is a resounding support for the spirit and intent of her work.”
“I’d argue that naming the monster isn’t necessarily a reflection of collective recognition. People are way stupider than you give them credit for.” Wes replies, followed by a long draw from his beer. “They’re probably just reflexively assuming the iconic character is the one the story is named for. Uh oh, speak of the devil.”
Wes opens his arms in welcome as Mikey, Sid and I approach the hot tub. After Halloween, Claire and Wes went from friends who occasionally fuck to a couple that occasionally pauses their debates to fuck. It’s been six weeks since the party and the Psi Nu house has become a regular hangout for all of us. Claire and Wes dating is a big part of that, but we’ve been getting closer to a lot of the other brothers. Though none of us have pledged (and I don’t know if I ever would) they’ve been really enthusiastic about us coming around all the time.
“Friends of the House.” Sid calls it.
Oh, yeah, that’s some more news. The day after the party, in the sober daylight, Mikey and I were able to unpack some of the more, um, let’s say questionable decisions from the night before. We were lucky we ended up meeting Sid, instead of some rohypnol packing predator. Once we agreed not to make decisions like that under the influence of anything ever again, we noticed that, as it turns out, impulsively pulling a third person into our sexual dynamic is something we both really, really enjoyed.
“So what would that mean for us?” Mikey asked, a bit sheepishly. “Like, the us part of us.”
“I mean, you’re my boyfriend, right?” I started, keeping eye contact to try and feel out Mikey’s reaction.
“Yes! I mean, yes, please…?” Mikey replied, obviously doing the same.
“Good. Ok. Right now, I wouldn’t want to do anything sexual without you around. And I wouldn’t want to do anything romantically with anyone else at all.” I said truthfully.
“Oh, fuck, phew.” Mikey breathed out a sigh of relief. We both did. Together. Whatever comes next, we were doing it together.
So we talked it out (with some googling, and texting Claire and Jack, and joining a sub reddit or two). Every detail. What we’d be down to explore, what our hard limits are, non-verbal cues to let the other person know we want to stop or feel unsafe. And what’s funny is, we ended up closer than ever. Fuck, we even talked about things we might want to try one-on-one. I told Mikey about fantasies I’ve never spoken aloud before that morning. And he told me about some of his. I loved it. And not just because his fantasies were hot as fuck. Now that we have a deeper understanding of what we both want, it feels more secure.
Turns out Sid was down to be our occasional third, and otherwise is just a great friend. And when I say Sid was down, I mean he fell to his knees and sucked us both off on the spot. And fuck can Sid suck a cock, worshipfully wrapping his mouth around my thick shaft and working my nuts with his freehand as he fondles his own massive balls. Popping between Mikey’s jaw stretching monster and my hefty piece with perfect rhythm. Chef’s kiss. If he had a rating page I’d give 5 stars. And I admit, we hook up in Sid’s room about half the times we’re over.
Now it’s the first week in December and Sid texted inviting us over for some hot tub time before finals. It’s been cold, but not enough to snow yet. Jack wasn’t kidding when he said the Works gets brutally cold in the winter, and I admit the furnace at home has been struggling to keep the basement above 55. That adds up to a lot of me hunched over a sewing table and Mikey lifting in cold conditions, and our bodies could use a hot soak.
“Well if it isn’t Doctor Frankenstein and his monster, come to argue the merits of proper nomenclature with us?” Wes greets us as we approach. “Claire was just being far too kind to the unwashed masses.”
“And Wes was just losing his chance to get any tonight by resorting to classist reductive reasoning.” Claire laughs, tilting her head at Wes. “Join us. The water is lovely.”
We all start the process of stripping in the backyard of a frat house, dancing to keep as warm as possible while pulling sweaters over heads and shimmying out of jeans. Mikey is wearing the square-cut trunks I made for him, and I love seeing his epic meat outlined in the pouch. I see Sid glance over and enjoy the sight as well, and I smile knowing how much it turns Mikey on to be looked at exactly like that.
“I want a swimsuit like that.” Sid muses.
“I want a cock like that!” Wes calls out from the hot tub.
I snort-laugh. Sid nods in agreement. Mikey’s looking down, but I can see the smile quirking the side of his perfect mouth. I turn to Wes, stripped down to my white trunks. They’re not skin tight, but they are short. Like gym shorts from an 80’s slasher movie. I built a snug pouch into the band to keep my soft dick from flopping out the leg openings, and the resulting bulge is bouncy and full.
“And you’ve never seen it hard.” I say, giving Wes a wink and holding my hands in front of me, about a foot apart.
“Fuck.” Says Wes.
“Ow. No thank you.” Says Claire, her eyes wide, “I tap out around there.” She explains, pointing to around the 7 inch mark. Mikey looks over my shoulder.
“Well that rules Adam out, too.” He chuckles, climbing into the tub. I watch the globes of his ass wrestle in the suit as he steps his massive legs over the side of the jacuzzi.
“Goddammit. Am I small?” Wes cries out to the universe, standing up and raising his hands in exasperation.
“No, Adam’s just surprisingly well hung.” Sid laughs, climbing in behind Mikey and splashing Wes as he passes. He does look kinda dorky in his board shorts, even though they hug his ass well.
“I’d be happy to make you a suit. Something that really emphasizes your assets.” I laugh through chattering teeth. I’m now shivering and blushing simultaneously, still pulling off my last sock. I’m always the last in the tub. Probably because I take the time to drape each item of clothing over one of the patio chairs carefully before moving on to the next. What can I say, fashion demands sacrifice. I climb in quickly, settling in between Mikey and Sid, letting the warm water and the warm, hard bodies heat me up in unison.
“Dude, seriously? That would be awesome. I can pay you.” Sid says, clearly digging the idea.
“Mmmhmm. I accept trade, you know.” I flirt back.
Claire gasps, “Shit! That reminds me, I still owe Jack twenty bucks for our Halloween bet.”
“Dude, I’ve seen your dick, you’re not small by any means.” Sid assures Wes.
“Aw, thanks man.” Wes says earnestly, then “I’ve seen your porn searches, you’ve got high standards for size.”
“Wait, go back,” I say, refocusing the conversation on Claire “You made a bet with Jack? Spill, girl.”
“Oh, it was weeks ago. Jack just said everyone hooks up at Psi Nu parties…”
“Thank you, we do our best.” Wes interjects.
“And I said you and Mikey were too freshly together back then to tag anyone else into the love fest.” Claire finishes.
“Huh.” I reply, “I may need to mull that over for a minute.”
“Surprised the hell out of us, too.” Mikey says to Claire in a mock whisper.
“All good? You two might be my favorite couple ever, so I’m kinda invested.” Claire asks, leaning toward Mikey and I. I admit, I love the way her breasts drape across the top of the water when she leans in.
“All good.” I say, taking Mikey’s hand over the water and displaying the gesture for her appraisal.
“We’re together, and we’re down to clown, as a couple.” Mikey specifies.
“He’s been trying out different phrases to describe our dynamic. I like that one.” I explain.
“OOh, fun. Lemme try.” Claire says, never one to back off a writing challenge. “Hmmm. Monogamish?”
“Too Millennial.” Wes cringes. “How about PolySlamorous?”
“No. Boo.” Mikey laughs.
“Truly terrible, babe.” Claire agrees.
“Flexible?” Sid pipes up.
“Ironically, that feels too rigid.” I say. “Does that make sense?”
“Wait, I got this!” Claire says, her eyes sparkling, “Open to suggestions.”
“Ooh. I like that!” Says Mikey, then, trying it on, “Oh us, we’re open to suggestions.”
“It’s good! Non-committal, but not dismissive. Wordplay, but not dad-hat wordplay, like Wes’ idea.” I assess outloud, waving a hand at Wes as he opens his mouth to protest.
“So it’s settled, Adam and Mikey are open to suggestions.” Claire declares proudly.
“I have a suggestion!” Says Jack out of nowhere. We all look over to the patio where he stands, looking chic as fuck in an all black winter ensemble. He unbuttons and removes his peacoat, deftly working the classic toggles. He kicks a foot up on a patio chair, and slowly unzips a knee-high black leather riding boot. “One of you rubs my aching back while the other rubs my sore-ass feet. How’s that sound for a fun couples activity?”
Jack removes the other boot, then slowly removes his black cashmere sweater, revealing the soft slope of his spine. He unbuckles and unzips his pants, stepping out of them gracefully, extending his long slender legs with each motion. I feel Mikey’s hand grip my thigh under the water a bit. Jack looks over his shoulder at his audience, giving us a wink and an ass shake in his electric blue Andrew Christian swim briefs.
Claire wolf whistles at this.
“Damn, nice ass.” Sid mumbles appreciatively. I idly wonder if they’d ever hook up.
“Quit teasing us and come get your back rubbed!” Mikey sighs, impatiently.
“Never rush a diva.” Jack chides while pulling off his socks, but then immediately shivers in the cold and runs to climb into the tub. He sits unceremoniously in my lap with a steaming splash.
“Hello, lovely.” He says, and plops a kiss on my forehead. He slips off my lap, his ass dragging gently across my junk and crosses the short distance to a spot by Claire in an entirely unnecessary tiny dog-paddle stroke.
“Finals kicking your ass?” Wes asks with a chuckle.
“Entirely. But at least I’m almost done. Just need to get through my Art History exam and I’m golden.” Jack sighs.
“Oof. Slide identification or essay?” Sid asks in sympathy.
“Both.” Jack answers grimly.
Sid, Wes, and Claire groan loudly, throwing their heads back with tragic emphasis.
“How about the freshmen, how are your finals going?” Wes asks, probably noticing our nervous glances.
Mikey and I exchange looks.
“I know Mikey’s finals have been pretty tough, but he’s pre-med. It’s mostly science and math.” I say, patting his knee under the water. “Mine have been easy, by comparison (and not just because half of them are sewing projects). English was a snap, I’d read the book before so I just revised an essay from memory as best I could.”
“That’s my boy.” Claire smiles. “Anything left?”
“I’m done tomorrow.” Mikey says, “But it’s just my Spanish oral. Ser pan comido. Adam, you just have Geology, right.”
“Fuck. Um. Yes, er, well no…” I stutter, caught off guard. Everyone looks at me, worried.
“Spill, diva.” Jack says firmly.
“Fuck. I just, kinda, fucked that one up. I won’t be able to pass anyway so I figured why even bother?” This is humiliating.
“I thought you nailed the midterm?” Mikey says, perplexed.
“I did. I just missed too many lectures running from Brett the Bully.” I say, shrugging and trying not to feel what I’m feeling.
“Fucking Brett!” Sid cries out.
“Fuck that guy.” Jack says with narrowed eyes.
“I swear, I’m going to tear that guy's arms off one day.” Mikey grumbles.
“And I’m going to watch.” Jack piles on.
“That’s not your fault!” Claire shouts in exasperation, “You were literally being stalked by a deranged homophobe! No. Nope. Not happening. Who is the professor?”
Claire reaches for her phone and I momentarily panic.
“Who are you calling?!” I blurt out.
“No one. I’m looking up their office hours so we can get you some extra credit and save this grade.” Claire soothes, barely looking up. “I’m on the department page, what’s their name?”
“Cordova. Robert Cordova.” I answer, “You think you can save it? I haven’t reported Brett or anything.”
“Totally. Having documented the issue with faculty will actually help whenever you do choose to turn the hate-filled little shit in. Can you pass the final?” She answers honestly.
“Definitely.” I nod, “There was another lecture on Thursdays, so I’ve just been going to that one. Lab work and exam grades are good. It’s just the attendance.”
“Nice. We’re on his schedule. Tomorrow morning, 10am, Billingsley Hall. I’ll meet you there.”
“Thank you,” I say, then, cheekily, “mom.”
“Yeah, thanks mom!” Sid echoes.
“Thanks mommy.” Wes says lewdly.
“Ew.” Claire replies, kissing Wes.
…
Chapter 17
“But in his own letters the creature states that if he were to take a name, it would be the name of his father. His creator. The creature’s namelessness is a reflection of Victor’s coldness and rejection. I would argue that by naming him, and specifically naming him for Victor, the audience is sympathizing with the creature.” Claire counters, lounging back in the rising steam, her ample and exquisite tits out, legs sprawled across Wes’s lap. “Literature is a living thing. Mary Shelley didn’t write a child’s story of good versus evil, it’s more complex than that. She challenged people’s perceptions her entire life. The audiences’ collective naming of the creature, and therefore identifying the real protagonist and antagonist of the story, is a resounding support for the spirit and intent of her work.”
“I’d argue that naming the monster isn’t necessarily a reflection of collective recognition. People are way stupider than you give them credit for.” Wes replies, followed by a long draw from his beer. “They’re probably just reflexively assuming the iconic character is the one the story is named for. Uh oh, speak of the devil.”
Wes opens his arms in welcome as Mikey, Sid and I approach the hot tub. After Halloween, Claire and Wes went from friends who occasionally fuck to a couple that occasionally pauses their debates to fuck. It’s been six weeks since the party and the Psi Nu house has become a regular hangout for all of us. Claire and Wes dating is a big part of that, but we’ve been getting closer to a lot of the other brothers. Though none of us have pledged (and I don’t know if I ever would) they’ve been really enthusiastic about us coming around all the time.
“Friends of the House.” Sid calls it.
Oh, yeah, that’s some more news. The day after the party, in the sober daylight, Mikey and I were able to unpack some of the more, um, let’s say questionable decisions from the night before. We were lucky we ended up meeting Sid, instead of some rohypnol packing predator. Once we agreed not to make decisions like that under the influence of anything ever again, we noticed that, as it turns out, impulsively pulling a third person into our sexual dynamic is something we both really, really enjoyed.
“So what would that mean for us?” Mikey asked, a bit sheepishly. “Like, the us part of us.”
“I mean, you’re my boyfriend, right?” I started, keeping eye contact to try and feel out Mikey’s reaction.
“Yes! I mean, yes, please…?” Mikey replied, obviously doing the same.
“Good. Ok. Right now, I wouldn’t want to do anything sexual without you around. And I wouldn’t want to do anything romantically with anyone else at all.” I said truthfully.
“Oh, fuck, phew.” Mikey breathed out a sigh of relief. We both did. Together. Whatever comes next, we were doing it together.
So we talked it out (with some googling, and texting Claire and Jack, and joining a sub reddit or two). Every detail. What we’d be down to explore, what our hard limits are, non-verbal cues to let the other person know we want to stop or feel unsafe. And what’s funny is, we ended up closer than ever. Fuck, we even talked about things we might want to try one-on-one. I told Mikey about fantasies I’ve never spoken aloud before that morning. And he told me about some of his. I loved it. And not just because his fantasies were hot as fuck. Now that we have a deeper understanding of what we both want, it feels more secure.
Turns out Sid was down to be our occasional third, and otherwise is just a great friend. And when I say Sid was down, I mean he fell to his knees and sucked us both off on the spot. And fuck can Sid suck a cock, worshipfully wrapping his mouth around my thick shaft and working my nuts with his freehand as he fondles his own massive balls. Popping between Mikey’s jaw stretching monster and my hefty piece with perfect rhythm. Chef’s kiss. If he had a rating page I’d give 5 stars. And I admit, we hook up in Sid’s room about half the times we’re over.
Now it’s the first week in December and Sid texted inviting us over for some hot tub time before finals. It’s been cold, but not enough to snow yet. Jack wasn’t kidding when he said the Works gets brutally cold in the winter, and I admit the furnace at home has been struggling to keep the basement above 55. That adds up to a lot of me hunched over a sewing table and Mikey lifting in cold conditions, and our bodies could use a hot soak.
“Well if it isn’t Doctor Frankenstein and his monster, come to argue the merits of proper nomenclature with us?” Wes greets us as we approach. “Claire was just being far too kind to the unwashed masses.”
“And Wes was just losing his chance to get any tonight by resorting to classist reductive reasoning.” Claire laughs, tilting her head at Wes. “Join us. The water is lovely.”
We all start the process of stripping in the backyard of a frat house, dancing to keep as warm as possible while pulling sweaters over heads and shimmying out of jeans. Mikey is wearing the square-cut trunks I made for him, and I love seeing his epic meat outlined in the pouch. I see Sid glance over and enjoy the sight as well, and I smile knowing how much it turns Mikey on to be looked at exactly like that.
“I want a swimsuit like that.” Sid muses.
“I want a cock like that!” Wes calls out from the hot tub.
I snort-laugh. Sid nods in agreement. Mikey’s looking down, but I can see the smile quirking the side of his perfect mouth. I turn to Wes, stripped down to my white trunks. They’re not skin tight, but they are short. Like gym shorts from an 80’s slasher movie. I built a snug pouch into the band to keep my soft dick from flopping out the leg openings, and the resulting bulge is bouncy and full.
“And you’ve never seen it hard.” I say, giving Wes a wink and holding my hands in front of me, about a foot apart.
“Fuck.” Says Wes.
“Ow. No thank you.” Says Claire, her eyes wide, “I tap out around there.” She explains, pointing to around the 7 inch mark. Mikey looks over my shoulder.
“Well that rules Adam out, too.” He chuckles, climbing into the tub. I watch the globes of his ass wrestle in the suit as he steps his massive legs over the side of the jacuzzi.
“Goddammit. Am I small?” Wes cries out to the universe, standing up and raising his hands in exasperation.
“No, Adam’s just surprisingly well hung.” Sid laughs, climbing in behind Mikey and splashing Wes as he passes. He does look kinda dorky in his board shorts, even though they hug his ass well.
“I’d be happy to make you a suit. Something that really emphasizes your assets.” I laugh through chattering teeth. I’m now shivering and blushing simultaneously, still pulling off my last sock. I’m always the last in the tub. Probably because I take the time to drape each item of clothing over one of the patio chairs carefully before moving on to the next. What can I say, fashion demands sacrifice. I climb in quickly, settling in between Mikey and Sid, letting the warm water and the warm, hard bodies heat me up in unison.
“Dude, seriously? That would be awesome. I can pay you.” Sid says, clearly digging the idea.
“Mmmhmm. I accept trade, you know.” I flirt back.
Claire gasps, “Shit! That reminds me, I still owe Jack twenty bucks for our Halloween bet.”
“Dude, I’ve seen your dick, you’re not small by any means.” Sid assures Wes.
“Aw, thanks man.” Wes says earnestly, then “I’ve seen your porn searches, you’ve got high standards for size.”
“Wait, go back,” I say, refocusing the conversation on Claire “You made a bet with Jack? Spill, girl.”
“Oh, it was weeks ago. Jack just said everyone hooks up at Psi Nu parties…”
“Thank you, we do our best.” Wes interjects.
“And I said you and Mikey were too freshly together back then to tag anyone else into the love fest.” Claire finishes.
“Huh.” I reply, “I may need to mull that over for a minute.”
“Surprised the hell out of us, too.” Mikey says to Claire in a mock whisper.
“All good? You two might be my favorite couple ever, so I’m kinda invested.” Claire asks, leaning toward Mikey and I. I admit, I love the way her breasts drape across the top of the water when she leans in.
“All good.” I say, taking Mikey’s hand over the water and displaying the gesture for her appraisal.
“We’re together, and we’re down to clown, as a couple.” Mikey specifies.
“He’s been trying out different phrases to describe our dynamic. I like that one.” I explain.
“OOh, fun. Lemme try.” Claire says, never one to back off a writing challenge. “Hmmm. Monogamish?”
“Too Millennial.” Wes cringes. “How about PolySlamorous?”
“No. Boo.” Mikey laughs.
“Truly terrible, babe.” Claire agrees.
“Flexible?” Sid pipes up.
“Ironically, that feels too rigid.” I say. “Does that make sense?”
“Wait, I got this!” Claire says, her eyes sparkling, “Open to suggestions.”
“Ooh. I like that!” Says Mikey, then, trying it on, “Oh us, we’re open to suggestions.”
“It’s good! Non-committal, but not dismissive. Wordplay, but not dad-hat wordplay, like Wes’ idea.” I assess outloud, waving a hand at Wes as he opens his mouth to protest.
“So it’s settled, Adam and Mikey are open to suggestions.” Claire declares proudly.
“I have a suggestion!” Says Jack out of nowhere. We all look over to the patio where he stands, looking chic as fuck in an all black winter ensemble. He unbuttons and removes his peacoat, deftly working the classic toggles. He kicks a foot up on a patio chair, and slowly unzips a knee-high black leather riding boot. “One of you rubs my aching back while the other rubs my sore-ass feet. How’s that sound for a fun couples activity?”
Jack removes the other boot, then slowly removes his black cashmere sweater, revealing the soft slope of his spine. He unbuckles and unzips his pants, stepping out of them gracefully, extending his long slender legs with each motion. I feel Mikey’s hand grip my thigh under the water a bit. Jack looks over his shoulder at his audience, giving us a wink and an ass shake in his electric blue Andrew Christian swim briefs.
Claire wolf whistles at this.
“Damn, nice ass.” Sid mumbles appreciatively. I idly wonder if they’d ever hook up.
“Quit teasing us and come get your back rubbed!” Mikey sighs, impatiently.
“Never rush a diva.” Jack chides while pulling off his socks, but then immediately shivers in the cold and runs to climb into the tub. He sits unceremoniously in my lap with a steaming splash.
“Hello, lovely.” He says, and plops a kiss on my forehead. He slips off my lap, his ass dragging gently across my junk and crosses the short distance to a spot by Claire in an entirely unnecessary tiny dog-paddle stroke.
“Finals kicking your ass?” Wes asks with a chuckle.
“Entirely. But at least I’m almost done. Just need to get through my Art History exam and I’m golden.” Jack sighs.
“Oof. Slide identification or essay?” Sid asks in sympathy.
“Both.” Jack answers grimly.
Sid, Wes, and Claire groan loudly, throwing their heads back with tragic emphasis.
“How about the freshmen, how are your finals going?” Wes asks, probably noticing our nervous glances.
Mikey and I exchange looks.
“I know Mikey’s finals have been pretty tough, but he’s pre-med. It’s mostly science and math.” I say, patting his knee under the water. “Mine have been easy, by comparison (and not just because half of them are sewing projects). English was a snap, I’d read the book before so I just revised an essay from memory as best I could.”
“That’s my boy.” Claire smiles. “Anything left?”
“I’m done tomorrow.” Mikey says, “But it’s just my Spanish oral. Ser pan comido. Adam, you just have Geology, right.”
“Fuck. Um. Yes, er, well no…” I stutter, caught off guard. Everyone looks at me, worried.
“Spill, diva.” Jack says firmly.
“Fuck. I just, kinda, fucked that one up. I won’t be able to pass anyway so I figured why even bother?” This is humiliating.
“I thought you nailed the midterm?” Mikey says, perplexed.
“I did. I just missed too many lectures running from Brett the Bully.” I say, shrugging and trying not to feel what I’m feeling.
“Fucking Brett!” Sid cries out.
“Fuck that guy.” Jack says with narrowed eyes.
“I swear, I’m going to tear that guy's arms off one day.” Mikey grumbles.
“And I’m going to watch.” Jack piles on.
“That’s not your fault!” Claire shouts in exasperation, “You were literally being stalked by a deranged homophobe! No. Nope. Not happening. Who is the professor?”
Claire reaches for her phone and I momentarily panic.
“Who are you calling?!” I blurt out.
“No one. I’m looking up their office hours so we can get you some extra credit and save this grade.” Claire soothes, barely looking up. “I’m on the department page, what’s their name?”
“Cordova. Robert Cordova.” I answer, “You think you can save it? I haven’t reported Brett or anything.”
“Totally. Having documented the issue with faculty will actually help whenever you do choose to turn the hate-filled little shit in. Can you pass the final?” She answers honestly.
“Definitely.” I nod, “There was another lecture on Thursdays, so I’ve just been going to that one. Lab work and exam grades are good. It’s just the attendance.”
“Nice. We’re on his schedule. Tomorrow morning, 10am, Billingsley Hall. I’ll meet you there.”
“Thank you,” I say, then, cheekily, “mom.”
“Yeah, thanks mom!” Sid echoes.
“Thanks mommy.” Wes says lewdly.
“Ew.” Claire replies, kissing Wes.
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Chapter 17 (part 2)
Later that night I’m face down in my bed, ass up and back arched, screaming in pleasure as Mikey slowly pistons his enormous cock in and out of my hole. He jumped me the moment Dad left for work tonight, literally dropping the free weights he was using for bicep curls onto the floor and scooping me up from my desk where I was studying. We usually get each other off a few times a day, but as finals ramped we had to slow down out of necessity. The result is a fervent, need-driven Mikey lost in lust.
He started by kissing every part of me, working his way from my lips to my neck to my collar bones, roaming hands exploring, caressing, gripping me close and hard. I gripped his bowling ball delts as he worked his way down to my abs, then my rapidly inflating cock. He took me into his mouth and I flexed my taint to pump myself larger in his warm wet mouth. He loves feeling me grow in his mouth.
The more we fuck the better I get at taking his monster shaft, and today when he entered me it felt amazing. I felt his epic thickness stretch me as he pushed deeper, his fat mushroom head collided with my prostate and I saw stars. Now I’m drooling, feeling my own diamond hard cock slap against my belly as his powerful bulk simultaneously grips me tight and thrusts me across the mattress. He’s moaning, growling, and I feel his balls start to slap higher and higher on my own as he gets close.
“I’m close.” He grunts, voice husky.
“Uhhh-huh. I can feel it.” I moan helplessly. He slows to an almost stop, holding his edge.
“Wanna flip? Finish off inside me?” He asks. I perk up at this, coming out of my fog.
“Fuck yes.” I answer.
“Fuck yes.” He echoes, and I can hear his grin as he pulls out of me. We switch positions, with him lying on his back, knees up, glorious ass spread wide for me as I stand at the foot of the bed. I love this position. It's always funny feeling like I’m looming over him, but I can’t argue with the view; My muscle beast, his monster balls twitching under the waving tower of his cock. Its shadow cast on his chiseled abs, like an arrow pointing up to his heavy pecs rising with each breath as he waits for me to take him.
I line myself up, caressing the inside of his tree trunk thighs, cupping the cheeks of that gorgeous bubble butt. My cock throbs thickly and drools precum between us. I rub his eager hole with my thumb, teasing him a bit.
“Holy fuck, yes. Give me that big cock.” Mikey begs, stroking his rock hard pillar in front of me. Fuck he’s hot.
“You want it?” I say, lining my torpedo head up with his hole. “You got it.”
I push myself inside him, slicked by my own precum, and moan as I pass his tight entrance. I’m lust drunk, but don’t want to go too fast too soon. I want him to feel me for as long as he can hold out. He’s whimpering a bit as I ease deeper, letting him acclimate to my girth. I push another few inches in and feel his thighs wrapping around me. The closer I get to being fully inside him the more I feel myself giving in to the need to pound his ass. I want to smash our bodies together and drive him wild.
I gently push myself into his ass up to the hilt, pressing my body against him and feeling my nuts hang between his plump ass cheeks. His powerful cock throbs in front of me, and I can’t help but feel like it’s an extension of my own. I playfully thrust into him and am rewarded by his cock flexing and a fresh drop of precum spilling from his fat mushroom head. I moan and begin rocking my hips, slowly piston fucking his hole as he writhes and whimpers, making his 8 pack dance and quiver. I run my hands up and down his impossibly strong thighs as a shudder runs through his body, responding to my thrusts. I feel him relaxing a bit as we find a rhythm, so I gradually increase my pace, giving him more of my thick shaft with each push, then pulling out almost to my head and plunging back in again. Mikey gives satisfied grunts with each slap of my balls against his perfect bubble butt and his enormous nuts bounce happily on the top of my shaft.
“Fuck that feels fucking amazing.” Mikey moans, tweaking his hard nips with thumb and forefinger, cupping his own heavy pecs. I love when he worships his own muscles like this, and I work my hips a little harder, leaning in and guiding us a little further up the bed. I push myself as deep as I can go inside him and a moan escapes both our lips as I do. Pressed together, I can feel his monster cock twitch against my belly, reaffirming the feeling that his cock is an extension of my own. I marvel at what it would be like to attach his nearly foot-long beast to my body and I grin at the image. Fuck, I could probably suck my own dick if it were Mikey’s size. I’m naturally pretty flexible (I may have tried solo once or twice). I wonder if I could…
I lean forward, open my mouth wide and run my tongue over the tip of Mikey’s cock, my dick still in his ass. Which feels about as awesome as it sounds. The sensations driving each other in turn, fuck and suck, take it and give it, making me harder and opening me up, looping back in on itself like a sexy, gay ouroboros.
“UUUUNNGH! Holy fuck! Holy fuck yes!” Mikey screams out, “How are you even?! Ooooh.” His hands move from his pecs to grip the mattress on either side.
Jackpot. I begin to bob up and down, finding a rhythm for both my hips to fuck his perfect ass and my mouth to work his monster cock. I steady his shaft at the base with one hand and wrap the other around his thigh for leverage. With this angle I take his entire cockhead into my mouth and fucking work it for all I’m worth. He’s bucking and spasming underneath me, alternating between driving his cock deeper down my throat and working his ass into my thrusts.
“Oh god! I can’t– This is– Oh fuck, don’t stop Adam!” Mikey cries out, his arms shoot up and grip the posts on either side of my headboard. He’s moaning wildly now, gone entirely non verbal as I continue to plunge my thick inches into his ass and lick and suck more and more of his cock, surprising myself a little with how much I can take at this angle. I hear wood straining as he growls deep in his throat and his lifter’s grip tests the durability of my bed. I feel his fuck club inflate to it’s peak hardness and size, filling me and driving me right to the edge.
“OH FUCK HERE IT COMES!” Mikey roars, muscles tensed and veins throbbing as the first massive blast of cum fills my throat. I vaguely hear the sound of wood cracking and feel the bed jerk wildly as his whole body is wracked with the power of his orgasm. The sensation of his cock pulsing blast after blast down my throat pushes me over the edge and my own cock erupts inside him. I’m lust-drunk and moaning around his monster cockhead stuffed into my mouth, bucking my hips into him with each volley of my own climax for what feels like minutes.
Eventually, I pull my mouth off of his giant member and slide my softening cock out of his ass, and promptly collapse on top of him. I’m about to utter something about leveling up when I hear a loud CRACK and feel a suddenly drop as the bed collapses underneath us. The momentum tosses me onto Mikey, and we both let out a yelp as we collide first with each other (SMACK) and then with the mattress and boxspring as the fall comes to a hard stop on the floor I bounce a bit on impact but am cushioned by Mikey’s muscle mass, effectively knocking the wind out of him in the process.
“Oh, fuck, are you ok?” I sputter, checking him quickly for signs of pain or visible injuries. Mikey coughs and struggles to get a breath in, eyes watering at the corners. I kneel beside him on the destroyed mattress and help him roll over on his side. His breathing deepens a bit and his body twitches a bit. For a moment I think he’s sobbing but then I hear the laugh. It’s one of those building laughs that rolls from chuckle to laugh to full blown side-split. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from the fall or what, but the relief of it starts to wash over me and soon I’m laughing too. He rolls over and shows me the chunk of bedpost still in his meaty paw and I realize what had happened and the laughter doubles. The two of us cackling now, rolling around on the shattered remains of my ruined bed.
Eventually the laughter subsides and we carefully climb off the collapsed bed frame to assess the damage.
“Um. Sorry about your bed.” Mikey says, a small smile creeping into the corners of his mouth. He looks down at his bicep and flexes for himself a bit.
“Holy shit, are you proud of yourself?” I say with exasperated laughter, gesturing to the splintered headboard . He looks at me with an expression I’ve come to think of as demonic joy. “Wait– Are you turned on by this?!?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” He says, scooping me up again and kissing me fiercely. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a bed in half.”
“Well technically I was doing the fucking.” I say, defiant, wrapping my legs around his waist for stability.
“Fuck yeah you were.” Mikey growls into the side of my neck as he kisses and nips. “When you got your mouth around me…”
Mikey shudders with pleasure at the memory, and I feel his barely deflated cock growing hard against my ass.
“Alright, take me to the shower. We can round two in there and get ready for bed at the same time. I’m meeting Claire in the morning to save my Geology grade, remember?” I say.
“And then you’re meeting me and Sid at the fitness center for a workout at noon.” Mikey reminds me as he carries me to the shower.
I honestly had forgotten I’d agreed to that. Sid introduced Mikey to the student gym on campus and apparently they make pretty good workout buddies. Now they want me to join in and I have to admit I like the idea of watching them lift things in slutty dude workout gear. I just forgot the part where they’re expecting me to also lift things and exercise. Shit. That’s actually a lot of scary new experiences for one day.
This is normally where I’d be thinking that I’m fucked, but for some reason it doesn’t feel as daunting.
Later that night I’m face down in my bed, ass up and back arched, screaming in pleasure as Mikey slowly pistons his enormous cock in and out of my hole. He jumped me the moment Dad left for work tonight, literally dropping the free weights he was using for bicep curls onto the floor and scooping me up from my desk where I was studying. We usually get each other off a few times a day, but as finals ramped we had to slow down out of necessity. The result is a fervent, need-driven Mikey lost in lust.
He started by kissing every part of me, working his way from my lips to my neck to my collar bones, roaming hands exploring, caressing, gripping me close and hard. I gripped his bowling ball delts as he worked his way down to my abs, then my rapidly inflating cock. He took me into his mouth and I flexed my taint to pump myself larger in his warm wet mouth. He loves feeling me grow in his mouth.
The more we fuck the better I get at taking his monster shaft, and today when he entered me it felt amazing. I felt his epic thickness stretch me as he pushed deeper, his fat mushroom head collided with my prostate and I saw stars. Now I’m drooling, feeling my own diamond hard cock slap against my belly as his powerful bulk simultaneously grips me tight and thrusts me across the mattress. He’s moaning, growling, and I feel his balls start to slap higher and higher on my own as he gets close.
“I’m close.” He grunts, voice husky.
“Uhhh-huh. I can feel it.” I moan helplessly. He slows to an almost stop, holding his edge.
“Wanna flip? Finish off inside me?” He asks. I perk up at this, coming out of my fog.
“Fuck yes.” I answer.
“Fuck yes.” He echoes, and I can hear his grin as he pulls out of me. We switch positions, with him lying on his back, knees up, glorious ass spread wide for me as I stand at the foot of the bed. I love this position. It's always funny feeling like I’m looming over him, but I can’t argue with the view; My muscle beast, his monster balls twitching under the waving tower of his cock. Its shadow cast on his chiseled abs, like an arrow pointing up to his heavy pecs rising with each breath as he waits for me to take him.
I line myself up, caressing the inside of his tree trunk thighs, cupping the cheeks of that gorgeous bubble butt. My cock throbs thickly and drools precum between us. I rub his eager hole with my thumb, teasing him a bit.
“Holy fuck, yes. Give me that big cock.” Mikey begs, stroking his rock hard pillar in front of me. Fuck he’s hot.
“You want it?” I say, lining my torpedo head up with his hole. “You got it.”
I push myself inside him, slicked by my own precum, and moan as I pass his tight entrance. I’m lust drunk, but don’t want to go too fast too soon. I want him to feel me for as long as he can hold out. He’s whimpering a bit as I ease deeper, letting him acclimate to my girth. I push another few inches in and feel his thighs wrapping around me. The closer I get to being fully inside him the more I feel myself giving in to the need to pound his ass. I want to smash our bodies together and drive him wild.
I gently push myself into his ass up to the hilt, pressing my body against him and feeling my nuts hang between his plump ass cheeks. His powerful cock throbs in front of me, and I can’t help but feel like it’s an extension of my own. I playfully thrust into him and am rewarded by his cock flexing and a fresh drop of precum spilling from his fat mushroom head. I moan and begin rocking my hips, slowly piston fucking his hole as he writhes and whimpers, making his 8 pack dance and quiver. I run my hands up and down his impossibly strong thighs as a shudder runs through his body, responding to my thrusts. I feel him relaxing a bit as we find a rhythm, so I gradually increase my pace, giving him more of my thick shaft with each push, then pulling out almost to my head and plunging back in again. Mikey gives satisfied grunts with each slap of my balls against his perfect bubble butt and his enormous nuts bounce happily on the top of my shaft.
“Fuck that feels fucking amazing.” Mikey moans, tweaking his hard nips with thumb and forefinger, cupping his own heavy pecs. I love when he worships his own muscles like this, and I work my hips a little harder, leaning in and guiding us a little further up the bed. I push myself as deep as I can go inside him and a moan escapes both our lips as I do. Pressed together, I can feel his monster cock twitch against my belly, reaffirming the feeling that his cock is an extension of my own. I marvel at what it would be like to attach his nearly foot-long beast to my body and I grin at the image. Fuck, I could probably suck my own dick if it were Mikey’s size. I’m naturally pretty flexible (I may have tried solo once or twice). I wonder if I could…
I lean forward, open my mouth wide and run my tongue over the tip of Mikey’s cock, my dick still in his ass. Which feels about as awesome as it sounds. The sensations driving each other in turn, fuck and suck, take it and give it, making me harder and opening me up, looping back in on itself like a sexy, gay ouroboros.
“UUUUNNGH! Holy fuck! Holy fuck yes!” Mikey screams out, “How are you even?! Ooooh.” His hands move from his pecs to grip the mattress on either side.
Jackpot. I begin to bob up and down, finding a rhythm for both my hips to fuck his perfect ass and my mouth to work his monster cock. I steady his shaft at the base with one hand and wrap the other around his thigh for leverage. With this angle I take his entire cockhead into my mouth and fucking work it for all I’m worth. He’s bucking and spasming underneath me, alternating between driving his cock deeper down my throat and working his ass into my thrusts.
“Oh god! I can’t– This is– Oh fuck, don’t stop Adam!” Mikey cries out, his arms shoot up and grip the posts on either side of my headboard. He’s moaning wildly now, gone entirely non verbal as I continue to plunge my thick inches into his ass and lick and suck more and more of his cock, surprising myself a little with how much I can take at this angle. I hear wood straining as he growls deep in his throat and his lifter’s grip tests the durability of my bed. I feel his fuck club inflate to it’s peak hardness and size, filling me and driving me right to the edge.
“OH FUCK HERE IT COMES!” Mikey roars, muscles tensed and veins throbbing as the first massive blast of cum fills my throat. I vaguely hear the sound of wood cracking and feel the bed jerk wildly as his whole body is wracked with the power of his orgasm. The sensation of his cock pulsing blast after blast down my throat pushes me over the edge and my own cock erupts inside him. I’m lust-drunk and moaning around his monster cockhead stuffed into my mouth, bucking my hips into him with each volley of my own climax for what feels like minutes.
Eventually, I pull my mouth off of his giant member and slide my softening cock out of his ass, and promptly collapse on top of him. I’m about to utter something about leveling up when I hear a loud CRACK and feel a suddenly drop as the bed collapses underneath us. The momentum tosses me onto Mikey, and we both let out a yelp as we collide first with each other (SMACK) and then with the mattress and boxspring as the fall comes to a hard stop on the floor I bounce a bit on impact but am cushioned by Mikey’s muscle mass, effectively knocking the wind out of him in the process.
“Oh, fuck, are you ok?” I sputter, checking him quickly for signs of pain or visible injuries. Mikey coughs and struggles to get a breath in, eyes watering at the corners. I kneel beside him on the destroyed mattress and help him roll over on his side. His breathing deepens a bit and his body twitches a bit. For a moment I think he’s sobbing but then I hear the laugh. It’s one of those building laughs that rolls from chuckle to laugh to full blown side-split. I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from the fall or what, but the relief of it starts to wash over me and soon I’m laughing too. He rolls over and shows me the chunk of bedpost still in his meaty paw and I realize what had happened and the laughter doubles. The two of us cackling now, rolling around on the shattered remains of my ruined bed.
Eventually the laughter subsides and we carefully climb off the collapsed bed frame to assess the damage.
“Um. Sorry about your bed.” Mikey says, a small smile creeping into the corners of his mouth. He looks down at his bicep and flexes for himself a bit.
“Holy shit, are you proud of yourself?” I say with exasperated laughter, gesturing to the splintered headboard . He looks at me with an expression I’ve come to think of as demonic joy. “Wait– Are you turned on by this?!?”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” He says, scooping me up again and kissing me fiercely. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a bed in half.”
“Well technically I was doing the fucking.” I say, defiant, wrapping my legs around his waist for stability.
“Fuck yeah you were.” Mikey growls into the side of my neck as he kisses and nips. “When you got your mouth around me…”
Mikey shudders with pleasure at the memory, and I feel his barely deflated cock growing hard against my ass.
“Alright, take me to the shower. We can round two in there and get ready for bed at the same time. I’m meeting Claire in the morning to save my Geology grade, remember?” I say.
“And then you’re meeting me and Sid at the fitness center for a workout at noon.” Mikey reminds me as he carries me to the shower.
I honestly had forgotten I’d agreed to that. Sid introduced Mikey to the student gym on campus and apparently they make pretty good workout buddies. Now they want me to join in and I have to admit I like the idea of watching them lift things in slutty dude workout gear. I just forgot the part where they’re expecting me to also lift things and exercise. Shit. That’s actually a lot of scary new experiences for one day.
This is normally where I’d be thinking that I’m fucked, but for some reason it doesn’t feel as daunting.
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