So began my life at college. Looking back now, it’s all a blur -- starting classes, making new friends, getting used to setting my own rules and my own schedule. My relationship with Shana, new as it was, seemed the most solid thing in life, and her room became a sort of refuge when everything else seemed overwhelming, as it does for every college kid now and then.

I was, of course, hopelessly in love with her. I’m sure my friends and family thought I was just badly infatuated, that I couldn’t have found The One before my nineteenth birthday. Some of them said so. 

But I knew better -- and I was right. Shana and I have been together fifteen years now -- married for ten and parents for eight. 

It hasn’t all been perfect. We have had our differences and our fights, as all couples do, and even broke up a couple of times. But the longest of those breakups lasted just three weeks, and even the worst arguments never shook my faith that we would eventually make up and go on as before. I have never been a religious person, but not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for letting me love and be loved by her.

As you have guessed by now, sex was a big part of our relationship. 

Shana was and is a fantastic lover. She isn’t exactly kinky, but she is open to exploration and experiment in a way that I know, from talking to a few close male friends, is not common. There is no part of my body she won’t touch, stroke, lick, kiss or suck, and that includes everything from scalp to toes and back again. And there’s no part of her I didn’t explore the same way. 

She would try any position, any technique and -- in the right circumstances -- any place. She gave me blow jobs in movie theaters and insisted I fuck her in quiet back rooms during parties. I once ate her pussy out in the back seat of her car parked at Sears. I know this makes her sound wanton and reckless, but I would just describe her as enthusiastic. 

Even today, when three kids are running around the house and finding time and energy for sex is difficult, she still gives me toe-curling orgasms.

But let me stop: I’ve gotten way ahead of myself. I want to tell you what happened in the not-so-straight part of my sex life.

Needless to say, my intense relationship Shana left little time for anyone else, even if I’d been interested -- which I was not. I still found myself attracted to guys now and then, and to women, for that matter, but in a detached, non-committal sort of way. I didn’t even fantasize about sex with anyone but her.

I thought of Jason from time to time, not without a sense of guilt. Although we had never spoken about our encounters as anything more than no-strings sex, I knew it wasn’t that way for him, at least toward the end, and I wouldn’t have blamed him for feeling a little used.

It was a big relief, then, when I got a long email from him about two months after school started. It turns out that the neighbor who’d seen us kissing the last time I saw Jason had knocked on his door a couple of nights later and introduced himself. His name was Jose. He asked Jason out for a drink, and while they were talking he said he’d seen us kissing that night. 

Jason wrote that he’d been embarrassed at first, but Jose had said, “If it doesn’t work out with that other guy” -- meaning me -- “I’m available.” They ended up in bed that night, Jason wrote, and had not slept apart ever since.

I’m happy for you, I wrote back. I feel bad about just ending it like that.

Don’t, he responded. I know you’re mostly straight, and I now know I’m mostly gay, so it wasn’t going to work out in the long run anyway.

Jason is still my good friend. He visits us now and then, sometimes with his husband, Gerry. Shana doesn’t know we were once lovers, however briefly, and I think it’s best that way.

Matt, not surprisingly, was a different matter. I saw him all the time, of course, because he and Kelly did stay together. Every once in a while -- in a crowded bar, say, or at a party -- he would seize my hand, place it on his crotch and say, “Help me out, bro.” I always snatched my hand away theatrically, but the truth is I didn’t mind and usually laughed when he did it.

That phrase became something of an inside joke with us. If he was moving furniture around his apartment or cleaning up after a party he’d say, “Help me out, bro,” and we’d both snicker. Shana and Kelly always looked at each other, puzzled, but neither of them was curious enough to ask what the joke was.

Then one night about two months into the school year, Matt and I got drunk and stoned at his place when the girls were out with a bunch of their friends. I got horny thinking about Shana and decided to surprise him.

When he went into the kitchen to get us more beers and some munchies I quickly stripped and tiptoed into the kitchen after him. Coming up behind him, I grabbed his hand and put it on my cock.

“Help me out, bro.”

He jerked his hand away and whirled around, but when he saw me standing there naked he smiled and put the bottles on the counter. Meanwhile, I backed out of the kitchen, down the hall and into his bedroom. He followed, shedding clothes as he went.

I flopped backward onto the bed, my now-hard cock slapping against my stomach. He stumbled, trying to get out of his pants with his shoes still on. He eventually got everything off and threw himself on top of me. 

We kissed madly, stroking each other’s arms and shoulders, grinding our cocks together. He pulled back to look at me and we said at the same time, “Sixty-nine!”

We arranged ourselves on our sides, head-to-crotch, and took each other in. By this time I had learned to deep-throat a cock, and at this reversed angle his slightly curving hardon fit into my throat perfectly. I let him slide all the way in and clamped my hands on his ass. 

Meanwhile, he was doing the same to me. So there we were, each with his cock buried to the hilt in the other’s mouth, neither of us able to move so much as an inch. It was as if we were Velcroed together.

I wanted to laugh, but couldn’t with his dick in my mouth. Somehow we both got better adjusted and were able to start thrusting enough to get a good mutual suckoff going. 

If you have ever been in this position, you know it’s possible to focus on the pleasure you’re giving to the other guy, or on the pleasure he’s giving you, but it’s hard to focus on both at once. You either take turns fucking and being fucked, or go into a sort of trance where your two bodies do their own thing.

That’s how it was that day with Matt and I. Maybe it was the beer we’d been drinking and the dope we’d been smoking, but somehow we got into a rhythm that allowed us to face-fuck each other without gagging or running short of breath. At one point we were moving fast enough that his balls, loose in their sack, actually bounced off my forehead. 

It wasn’t long, though, before I felt his cock swelling in my mouth and saw his sack starting to tighten. The feeling and the sight triggered the same thing in me, and it was obvious we both were about to cum.

When we did it was not quite at the same moment, but it was damn close. I felt him swell further, then hot cum shot into my gullet. He groaned -- as much as it was possible to groan with seven inches of my cock in his mouth -- and the vibrations triggered my own orgasm. Soon we were both shooting, over and over, rivers of cum filling our throats and spilling out the sides of our mouths.

We lay there for several minutes, breathing deeply, until we were able to detach ourselves from each other. I swallowed a little cum that was still in my mouth, but I could feel there was more on my chin and cheeks. 

Matt got up and fetched a clean towel from the bathroom. He came back wiping himself and threw the towel to me. 

“You look like you were in a cumshot porno,” he said.

He flopped on the bed next to me and threw a leg over mine.

“You are sexy as shit, you know that?” 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said.

We talked quietly for a while, mostly about little things but also about Shana and Kelly. He seemed genuinely pleased at how well things were going with Shana, and teased me about falling so hard for the first college girl I’d met. He was circumspect in talking about Kelly, which seemed proper, given that she’s my sister, although he said their relationship was going well.

We discussed having a second go at each other, but decided not to in case the girls came back horned up from their night out. We probably should have gone ahead --  as it turned out, both Kelly and Shana were too drunk when they got home to do anything but crash -- and it wound up being nearly two months before Matt and I were able to play again.

It wasn’t for lack of trying. Both of us were keen on continuing our encounters, and Matt was pretty bold about groping me when others weren’t looking. I’d pass him in the hallway at a party, say, and he’d give my crotch a quick squeeze. Or we’d both hit the bathroom at a bar, and he’d stand there at the urinal waving his semi at me. I always resisted these approaches -- not because I didn’t want to play with him, but because he always seemed to make them in a place where we couldn’t safely act on the impulse. 

True, there was one day when I ran into him in the library, he dragged me into a dark alcove, fished my cock out of my pants and blew me on the spot. I would have returned the favor if I hadn’t heard someone coming down the stairway next to us.

Except for that bit of craziness, we didn’t get together again until second semester, when he invited me to go on an all-guys ski weekend. 

It was on that trip that our M2M explorations went into a new phase.

Six of us made the trip. I knew a couple of the other guys only slightly, and the other two not at all, but they seemed nice and I figured we’d hit it off well enough. 

We drove up Friday morning and checked into the chalet we’d rented for the weekend. There were three floors: two bedrooms at ground level, a big living and dining area one floor up, and a small bedroom on the top floor. 

Matt, who had stayed there before, quickly claimed the top-floor bedroom, which had twin beds and a window overlooking the woods. One of the downstairs bedrooms had a queen-size, and I wondered why he hadn’t picked that one.

“The downstairs bedrooms are so close you can hear everything going on next door,” he said while we were stashing our stuff. “We’ll have more privacy up here.”

“Besides,” he added, giving my crotch a quick squeeze, “we can just push these beds together.” 

After a quick lunch, we hit the slopes. A couple of the guys were expert skiers, so after we all did a couple of moderate runs to test the snow they took off for black-diamond terrain. Matt and I decided to work ourselves up more gradually, and the other two guys stayed with us.

One of them was a tall, lanky redhead named Sean. The other was James, a slim, bearded blond guy who turned out to have a wicked sense of humor. I rode up the lifts with him several times during the afternoon, and he had me laughing pretty much the whole time, cracking jokes and telling stories about previous ski trips where the late-night drinking had gotten out of hand.

We skied until dinnertime, when we split up. The two experts, Dan and Michael, decided to get a quick dinner in the lodge and do a few more runs before calling it a night. James and I went to the liquor store to buy a couple of cases of beer and other drinks, while Matt and Sean went to get takeout pizza.

We met back at the chalet to eat, and after a couple of beers each we were all pretty loose and happy. But even a half-day of skiing can tire out a bunch of half-in-shape guys, and it wasn’t yet 9 when Sean stumbled downstairs to bed. Dan and Michael came home a few minutes later and did the same.

Matt and I were drinking less; I think we both wanted to be relatively sober when we finally got a chance to get naked together.

I was ready to go up right away, the more so as he’d taken the opportunity to pinch my ass and squeeze my cock a couple of times while we were moving around the chalet getting dinner. I was getting really horny, and I was hoping I could get him to fuck me for the first time. 

But for some reason, he didn’t seem to be in any hurry to go upstairs. It took me a few minutes to figure out why: he was trying to get James into bed with us.

The first thing I noticed was that he made sure James, who was drinking bourbon, had two drinks for every one of our beers. Then I realized he kept drawing attention to his crotch, adjusting himself more than was necessary, sometimes just rubbing the front of his pants. It seemed to be working, because I saw James stealing curious glances at him.

When I finally caught Matt’s eye I nodded upstairs, in the direction of bed, but he just made a palms-down motion with his hands, as if to say, “Be patient, I got this.”

After getting us a round of fresh drinks -- too much more of this and I would just fall asleep, I thought -- he went over to a cabinet next to the TV.

“I wonder if there’s anything to watch,” he said, opening the door and rooting around inside.

“Oh, looky here,” he said. “Porn!”

I didn’t learn until the next day that he’d planted the DVD in the cabinet while the rest of us were getting dinner.

“Want to watch?” he asked, looking at James.

James looked taken aback. When he looked at me, I just shrugged, and he finally said, “Okay, sure.”

“Great!” Matt said, and put the disc in the player. He sat down on the couch next to James and nodded at me to sit on the other side. 

It was pretty much your standard porno, two guys and one girl. For the first few minutes, she was doing the guys in turn, sucking one guy and then the other. I felt myself getting a boner and squirmed to adjust myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed James squirm a little, too, and I guessed that Matt was doing the same.

Then the girl got on all fours. One guy kneeled in front of her and stuck his cock in her mouth, and the other started fucking her from behind. 

“Oh, man this is hot,” I heard Matt say. 

Glancing at James, I noticed that his skin was flushed and his mouth hung open a little. The movie was obviously getting to him. 

As the girl worked on the guys, and the sound of their moaning filled the room, Matt leaned back on the couch and, catching my eye, lifted an eyebrow.

“I just gotta let this thing loose,” he said. 

He stood up, undid his pants, pulled them down to his knees and turned just enough to give James a good look at his raging cock. Taking himself in hand, he sat down again.

“Great idea,” I said. I stood up, undid my pants and let my own stiff cock free. I turned to make some completely unnecessary adjustments on the couch cushions and noticed that James was staring at my cock.

Sitting down, I put a hand on my cock and started stroking. Matt was already stroking himself. 

I turned to James and said, “Don’t be shy.” 

He turned to look at me, looked down at my cock, and swallowed hard. Then he looked at Matt.

“We’re all buds here,” Matt said encouragingly.

After a few moments’ hesitation, James stood up. He fumbled at his belt, finally got it undone, unzipped and lowered his pants.

“Turn around, let us see,” Matt said. “I’ve already seen Andy’s.”

James turned slowly around. He made a half-hearted effort to cover himself, but he couldn’t disguise how big his cock was: not especially long, maybe six and a half inches long, but as big around as a beer bottle. He had a big tuft of blond pubic hair.

“Wow,” Matt said.

James turned and sat and all three of us started stroking slowly. Soon all you could hear was the sound of skin slapping against skin. James openly stared, first at me, then at Matt, then at me again.

I don’t know if Matt had planned it this carefully, but about this time the porno guys pushed the girl away and went for each other, first just kissing, then grinding their cocks together. I heard James gasp.

Finally, when one of the guys leaned down to suck the other, Matt made his move. Reaching over, he pushed James’s hand away and wrapped a hand around his cock. James gasped again and said, “Oh, Jesus.”

Matt stroked James a few times and then, catching my eye again, lifted his eyebrow once again. 

That was my cue. Still wanking myself, I leaned down and -- just as Matt withdrew his hand --  took James’s cock into my mouth.

His whole body stiffened, but he made no move to escape. I went down on him as far as I could, nearly to his pubes, and worked my tongue along the shaft. It wasn’t easy, given how thick he was, but I was able to relax my throat enough to keep from gagging.

I started an up-and-down motion. I tasted something salty; his precum was starting to flow. I swallowed it, then let him go and sat up.

He looked at me imploringly, almost willing me to go down on him again. But while he looked at me, Matt swooped down from the other side and swallowed his cock to the roots. 

James’s eyes rolled upward and his mouth fell open. I stood up, shucked my pants off completely and kneeled on the couch next to him. I put my hand on the top of his head and turned it slowly, until his mouth was just inches from my now-dripping cock. I moved it closer to his lips, close enough that he could have touched me with the tip of his tongue.

He looked up at me. His eyes didn’t say yes, but they didn’t exactly say no, either, so I moved forward and touched his lips with the tip of my cock. 

“You know you want to,” I said.

Still looking at me, he opened his mouth slightly and extended his tongue. There was a big pearl-like drop of precum in my piss slit, and with a slight movement, he licked it off and brought it into his mouth. I saw him move his tongue, tasting then, then he opened his mouth again.

I looked down. Matt’s head was bobbing up and down slowly in James’s lap, and my cock, rock-hard and already an angry red, felt like it was about to burst. 

I moved forward and slipped it slowly into James’s mouth. I let him explore it with his tongue, get used to the size and feel. When he closed his lips around it, I started pumping gently; after all, it was his first time.

By this time, though, he was close to cumming himself. I felt a humming in my cock as his orgasm built -- he was moaning, or at least trying to -- and felt my balls starting to contract. 

Suddenly he shuddered; he was coming, and hard. He kept his mouth on me but his attention was clearly elsewhere. 

He made several grunting sounds and I knew he was pumping cum into Matt’s mouth. The thought of his jizz streaming into Matt’s throat helped push me over the edge, and I felt a huge surge of cum shoot out of my cock into James’s mouth. 

He recoiled in surprise, but I had my hands positioned on the sides of his head and he had to let me pump my full load into him. I could feel his throat working as he swallowed.

Finally my balls were drained and I backed out. At the same time, Matt sat up, big gouts of James’s cum clinging to his lips and chin. Evidently James was a big cummer. Matt also had cum all over his hands and midsection; he’d jacked himself off while James was cumming.

James lay back against the cushion, his eyes closed and his head along the top of the couch. I sat down and looked over him at Matt, who had a sly smile on his face. 

“Well, how did you like that?” he asked James.

James opened his eyes, looking first at Matt, then at me.

“How long you guys been planning that?” he asked.

“Mostly a spontaneous thing where you’re concerned,” Matt said. “But it wasn’t the first time for us.”

He sat up, interested now.

“You guys have done this before?”

“Yes,” Matt said. “Many times.”

“Weren’t you worried about the other guys hearing?”

“Not really,” Matt said. “It’s hard to hear what’s going on up here while you’re downstairs. Besides, I happen to know Dan and Michael are fuck buddies.”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

“Last year I was by myself in one of the downstairs rooms, and I heard them through the walls,” he said. “They were really going at it, too. I jerked off twice listening to them.

“Wow,” James said, looking at the TV, where the two guys on the video were now fucking. 

“You still haven’t said how you liked it,” I said to him.

He was quiet for a second.

“I’m not sure what to say,” he said. “It all happened so fast. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening.” 

“What about the other part?” Matt asked.

“I guess that part was kind of into it,” he said, as if it surprised even him.

He thought for a second.

“So are you guys gay?” he asked. “I thought you both had girlfriends.”

“We do,” Matt said. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun with each other now and then.”

“Haven’t you ever thought about doing it with guys?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, I guess,” he said. “But it never seemed like a real possibility.”

“Well, now that it’s happened,” Matt asked. “Did you enjoy it?”

“I guess I did.”

“Good,” Matt said. “Come upstairs with us.”

“What are you guys planning now?”

“We are going to have sex,” I said. “You can watch if you like, but it’d be nicer if you join in.”

Matt got up, turned off the TV and took the disc out of the player. He left it lying in the open on the TV table.

“Let’s see what happens when the other guys find that,” he said, chuckling.

James did come upstairs with us, and after some initial hesitation joined enthusiastically in the fun. Although I had hoped to have Matt fuck me at some point this weekend, the three of us were so spent after a second round of mutual blow jobs that we decided to call it a night. 

Afterward, James got himself cleaned up as best he could, put his clothes back on and padded barefoot downstairs. 

“You are wicked,” I said to Matt. “First you seduce me, then you get me to help seduce James.”

He grinned. 

“Just bringing out the real you,” he said. “And the real him.”

He gave me a quick kiss and said goodnight. He fell asleep almost immediately.

I got up to get my phone and texted Shana to say good night. After a few texts back and forth and final ‘I love yous’ I got back in bed with Matt and was soon asleep myself.

When I got up the next morning to piss, it was snowing heavily. I was looking forward to getting back on the slopes, but as I stood at the window watching the flakes whirling down, what I really wanted was for Matt to fuck me. 

I’d been thinking about this ever since I’d fucked Jason over the summer, but Matt and I had never even talked about it. It’s possible he’s not interested, I thought, but given his generally open attitude to sex, I doubted he would pass up the chance if it came his way. I’d planned to give him that chance on this trip, throwing a tube of lube and a handful of condoms into my bag just before we left campus. 

When I was done pissing I decided to take a shower. I took special care to clean myself thoroughly between my legs, even sticking a soapy finger inside my asshole as far as I could get it. 

When I was done I dried off and went back into the bedroom. Matt was awake now, and when he saw my naked body he smiled.

“Dude, you are so hot,” he said, and I could tell he meant it.

“Hot enough to fuck?” I asked.

His eyes widened.

“You serious?”

“As a heart attack.”

“All right!” he said. “I’ll get cleaned up, too, and you can fuck me back.”

He leaped out of bed, gave my cock a quick tug and went into the bathroom.

Five minutes later he was back, naked and already hard.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked.

“First, do we need a condom?” 

“No, man,” he said. “The only person I’ve been with besides you in the last six months is your sister.”

I felt a twinge of guilt at the reminder I was cheating on my sister with her boyfriend, but it passed.

“Okay, then,” I said, tossing him the lube. “I’ve never done this, on the bottom at least, so go easy.” 

“You fucked a guy?” 

“Yes, but I’ll tell you about that later.”

I got on all fours, arranged the pillows under my torso and lowered myself on top of them, my ass in the air and my legs parted. Turning my head to look back at Matt, I saw he was totally hard.

Just as he was about to climb into bed someone knocked at the door.

“Hey, it’s James. Can I come in?” 

Matt looked at me questioningly.

“Sure,” I said.

Matt opened the door. When James saw him standing there naked, his cock raging, he smiled broadly.

“I was just about to take Andy’s cherry,” Matt said. “Want to watch?”

James looked startled.

“Um, sure, I guess.” 

He came in and stood by the bed. He was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants, and I could see that he was already getting hard. 

“You might as well get naked, too,” I said.

He stripped and sat down on the edge of the bed, his dick standing straight up in his lap. The sight made my dick stiffen a little more. 

Matted squirt some lube into his hand and started spreading it around my hole. Then I felt a finger penetrate me. It was uncomfortable at first but I relaxed my muscles as best I could and soon got used to it.

He pushed the finger in further and felt for my prostate. When he found it I felt a jolt go through me and my hard cock bounced against my stomach. He worked a second finger into me, alongside the first, and again it took me a minute or two to relax enough for him to move them in and out without hurting. 

I looked over at James. He was watching Matt intently, stroking his own cock slowly.

“Gonna try one more,” Matt said, and began working a third finger in. This time it just plain hurt, and I had to tell him to go slow. I breathed as deeply as I could, willing myself to relax.

“You doing okay?” Matt asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “Barely.”

After a bit, I felt myself loosening further. Matt started moving his fingers in and out, very slowly.

“Oh, Jesus, that is intense,” I said. 

“Okay,” Matt said. “I think you’re ready.”

He pulled the fingers out. I winced at the sudden emptiness.

Next thing I felt was the tip of his cock at my hole.

“I’m coming in,” Matt said.

He pushed. It was uncomfortable, just this side of painful, but I felt myself open up enough for him to get the head in.

“Stop,” I said. “Let me breathe a second.”

I looked at James. He had stopped stroking himself but kept his hand wrapped tightly around the shaft. I figured he was trying not to come too soon.

“Okay,” I said.

Matt pushed in further. Although his cock couldn’t have been much thicker than his three fingers together it felt twice as big. I buried my head in the pillow, willing myself to relax. 

“Oh, God,” I said.

Matt kept pushing, though, and next thing I felt was his balls slapping against me. 

“I’m all the way in,” he said. “You’re a champ.”

“Hang on,” I said, and took three deep breaths. 

“Okay, go.”

Matt pulled out slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside, then pushed slowly back in. 

I felt my eyes roll up in my head.

“Jesus God,” I said.

He repeated the motion, a bit more quickly this time. On the in thrust, I felt myself give way totally. 

Wow, I thought.

“Okay?”

“Keep going,” I said.

He started pumping slowly, in and out, in and out. It was going more smoothly now; the lube was thoroughly spread around inside and I had fully adjusted to him. Somewhat to my surprise, it started to feel good.

“You can go a little faster now. Fuck me.”

He picked up the pace. For me, it went from feeling good to feeling wonderful. He was touching sensitive parts inside me that I didn’t even know existed. It was as if I could feel every bit of his cock, from the ridge on the underside to every inch of the flared head.
I looked again at James. His mouth was open and he was stroking again. 

“Don’t come,” I said.

He looked at me questioningly but I didn’t say anything.

Matt gripped my hips with his hands and moved slightly to get a better angle. He was grunting hard now.

“Man, your ass feels great,” he said. “You are an amazing fuck.”

“Fuck me harder then,” I said.

He obeyed, picking up the pace even further and almost slamming himself against me. I felt something start to build inside, like my muscles were beginning to contract in unison.

“I’m … gonna … come,” he rasped. 

“Fuck me,” I said. “Spill your load inside me.”

I looked at James. He had stopped stroking, but his cock was so hard it was almost purple. The sight of it triggered something inside me. I felt some inner muscles contracting.

Matt groaned and buried his cock in me even more deeply. 

“Here it comes,” he said. 

I felt him swelling inside me, and then something hot spilled into me. The inner contractions reached a peak, and then I felt cum shooting out of my own cock onto the sheets, one long jet after another as Matt pumped his seed into me.

Finally he collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily. I looked down between my arms and saw one final jet of cum spurt from my cock onto the sheets.

I felt Matt pull out, which hurt almost as much as it did the first time he pushed in. He collapsed on the bed beside me.

I looked at James.

“Now you,” I said, rolling onto my back and pulling my legs up against my chest.

Again he looked startled, but he leaped up and within seconds his dick was pressing against my whole.

He went slowly, being careful not to hurt me, but by now I was fully loosened up and more than ready to take him.

“Just do it,” I said.

He pushed in fully, forcing another moan from my lips. He started fucking me hard, and while I didn’t get as hard as when Matt was doing me my cock stiffened up again. 

Our faces were just inches apart. I don’t know what mine looked like but his was red and he was panting like some animal. I took his head in my hands, pulled his face to mine and kissed him.

At first he was startled but he soon got into it and kissed me back. Soon we were fucking and kissing, kissing and fucking.

“Man, that is so hot,” Matt said.

James drew back, his eyes rolling up into his head.

“Gonna...come,” he rasped out.

“Shoot in me,” I said. “I want your cum inside me.”

This time I squeezed my muscles on purpose around his cock. He groaned, his whole body stiffened and with a final thrust he began spilling his seed inside me. Again I felt the heat of it. 

When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, his head buried in the pillow next to mine. I listened to him breathe.

For the next five minutes, none of us said anything. Finally, Matt spoke.

“Wow, Andy,” he said. “You might be the best lay ever.”

That made me laugh, which made my inner muscles contract, which forced James’s cock out of my hole. 

“Ow, ow,” we both said at the same.

Which made us all three laugh at the same time. 

James finally rolled off of me and onto his back, on the other side of me from Matt. The three of us stared quietly at the ceiling for a long time.

“Seriously,” Matt said. “That was a pretty intense experience.”

“You’re telling me,” I said. 

“This has sure been an interesting weekend,” James said. “Or is it just twenty-four hours?” 

“Not even,” I said.

“I wonder if they heard us downstairs,” Matt said.

“They left already,” James said. “Took the shuttle to the slopes half an hour ago. I stayed behind hoping something would happen with you two. Which it certainly did.”

“Let me up,” I said to Matt, who was on the side of the bed closest to the bathroom. “I think cum is starting to leak out of my ass.”

He moved and I stood up, clamping my asshole shut and waddling to the bathroom. They both laughed. 

“Cum slut,” Matt said. 

“I should make you lick it out of me,” I said.

“Next time I will,” he said.

In the bathroom, I sat down on the toilet. As I did I made a farting sound and a big wad of cum slid out of me into the water. I wiped myself and got into the shower, where I washed off the sweat and some more cum that leaked out of me.

Kind of a messy experience, I thought, but then I reflected, Women deal with this all the time, so you shouldn’t complain.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Matt and James were making out. 

“Jesus, you two. Isn’t fucking me enough?”

Both of them were getting hard again. I watched as they reached for each other’s cocks and started stroking. In two minutes they were both fully hard. They scrambled to their knees, faced each other with cocks touching and stroked till they shot on each other.

Matt then pushed James back on the bed and licked his own cum off James’s cock and torso. When he was done, he lay back against the pillow and James cleaned him up.

I looked at them.

“Who’s the cum slut now?” I asked.

They looked at each other, then at me. Matt was the first to speak.

“What’s for breakfast?”

I won’t go into detail about what happened the rest of that day, except to say that we had some great skiing, or about that night, after Dan found the DVD Matt had left near the TV. I happened to be watching when he picked it up and looked it over. 

I thought he might pop it into the player, possibly triggering a sexual free-for-all with all six of us involved, but instead, he took it downstairs. Not until the next day, when I happened to go downstairs for a minute, did I realize that he and Michael had a DVD player hooked up to the small TV in their room. They’d probably watched it while fucking. 

In the end, Sean went to bed early again and James ended up back in our loft bedroom. This time he insisted on being fucked, and after Matt and I had both done him, he fucked Matt. 

Afterward, he didn’t bother going back downstairs. We teased him a little about his quick adoption of the “homosexual lifestyle,” which made him blush a little, but he insisted on squeezing in with us, and we spent the night à trois.

Next morning Sean was already in the kitchen when we got up. If he thought it was weird that James had never come back downstairs, he never said anything.

When we got back to campus, I exchanged contact information with James. We met a couple of times for beers, and although we flirted a bit we never had sex again. He told me during one get-together just before school was out that he had a bromance going with a friend back home, but spent most of his time with his new girlfriend. 

As for Matt and me, we sort of cooled it after that weekend. I was increasingly serious about Shana and he was equally serious about my sister, and after several years off and on they got married, too. They now have one kid and another on the way.

But when I say Matt and I cooled it, I don’t mean we put the fire out completely. We still get together once each winter for a ski-and-sex weekend, and once each summer for a wilderness hiking trip, where we take turns fucking each other by the campfire. 

So far as I’m aware, our wives have never suspected a thing, though they always give each other a knowing look when Matt and I start planning our next trip. 

With women, who really knows?