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Chapter 3: Crossing A Line
Jake whipped out his dick, and just like when I saw it that morning, it was already hard. I looked from his nervous face down his developed front to his hairy dick. It struck me what a man he had become. I had seen that body my whole life, and I never really registered that he was a full human at this point. His big dick rivaled mine, maybe even a tad longer.
I was matching him, standing fully naked next to my genetic lookalike while a horny freshman male stared us down.
Jake was big. Genuinely big, thick through the base in a way that matched me almost exactly, maybe even passed me by a fraction, and for a second I just stood there processing the fact that I'd apparently been unaware that a giant pole had developed on the dude.
Cole crossed the room and dropped to his knees in front of Jake first. He looked up at him for a second before reaching for his dick and balls at once, with both hands. Jake looked down at him, then over at me, eyebrows raised, and I gave him a small nod.
I kicked our pile of clothes away and grabbed myself, stroking myself slowly as I watched Cole work Jake's pole into his mouth. It looked even bigger when it was stretching the freshman’s lips open.
"Damn," I said, before I could stop myself.
Jake looked over at me, a little color rising in his face. "What."
"Nothing. You're just." I gestured vaguely. "You're big, dude."
"I work out," he said, missing my point, and then Cole pulled him by his ass all the way into his throat, and whatever else Jake was going to say turned into a long breath out through his nose instead, as his hands gently landed on Cole’s head.
Cole worked him slowly at first, while he moaned, almost cutely. He even thrust back into him a bit, and I watched his big balls bounce, getting wetter as the spit dripped down. They occasionally tapped Cole’s chin, making the lightest smacking noise that added to the gluck-gluck-gluck of his throat.
He had one hand braced on Jake's thigh, getting used to the size of him, and I watched Jake's face do something I had never witnessed before. I’d seen it on other guys, like when they’re getting some from a girl and I happen to be in the same room, or maybe guys in porn, if I ever paid attention to that. But I had never seen that type of face on him before, his jaw going a little loose, his eyes loosing focus as he stared blankly downward. I came up behind Cole and got down on my knees on the rug, his head bouncing in front of me, his cute little body smooth against my palms. I dropped my hands to his hips, partly to steady him, partly because I wanted my hands on him again after a full day of pretending like I wasn’t thinking about it, and he leaned back into the contact without missing a beat on Jake’s cock.
I pressed my dick up against his ass and he moaned. I tried to find a place for my head that wasn’t too close to Jake. The proximity was already pushing it, but we had come this far, so I couldn’t give up entirely.
When Jake’s hand accidentally brushed against my face as he held Cole’s bobbing head, I gave up any pretense, and dropped my chin onto Cole’s shoulder, letting Jake’s body touch me as he pressed into Cole’s mouth. We were all in this together. I felt Jake’s pubes touch my face when he went balls deep, and Cole moaned on his dick, while I continued rubbing up against his backside, groping and feeling him and keeping him steady for Jake.
When Cole’s throat apparently needed a break, he stood up, and I rose with him. I turned him toward me, and he melted into my grip as I leaned down and kissed him. Our tongues danced, and I tasted Jake’s dick, probably even some pre-cum. It was invigorating.
Jake didn’t wait for long before he took my place, grabbing him and sandwiching him between us, pressing his wet pole between Cole’s cheeks, physically begging to fuck him. Cole turned his head over his shoulder and grabbed the back of Jake’s head, pulling his mouth onto him, and they exchanged the saliva I had just been exchanging with him, before Cole turned back to me.
"I've never tasted my own dick before," Jake said, looking down at Cole’s ass, then over at me, half laughing. "It’s like, secondhand dick. Is that weird?"
"Weird to mention it," I said, keeping up the facade that this whole thing wasn’t thrilling to me.
"I've never even gotten head before," he added, and this time the laugh was shorter, more surprised at himself for admitting it, a flush creeping up his neck.
"Seriously?" I said.
"It just never came up," he said.
Cole stood to the side and grinned up at both of us. "Well. Guess I'm your first."
He didn't waste the moment. He dropped back to his knees, and went back down with even more focus this time, like the fact that he was Jake's first at this had flipped something in him, and Jake's hand came down to rest in his hair. I watched him play with Cole’s curls, the same way I had the night before, massaging slowly against his scalp.
I stood there for a second just watching the two of them again, Jake's stomach tightening every few seconds, his breathing going short and uneven, and underneath the obvious heat of it there was this other feeling in my chest that I hadn't expected. I'd known Jake my entire life, and I pictured him, before any of this, as just some guy I basically had to babysit sometimes, decent enough, easy to talk to, nothing special.
Watching him now, the way he held himself even with Cole working him like that, steady, almost amused at his own reactions instead of overwhelmed by them, I felt something shift in how I was seeing him. He wasn't just some guy. There was a whole man in that body that I hadn't bothered to notice.
Cole stood up again after a minute, wiping his mouth, and went straight for Jake, getting a hand behind his neck and pulling him down into another kiss. Jake made a small sound of surprise against his mouth before he caught up to it, and I watched it happen from behind Cole. I put my hands on his waist, his back arching slightly into me as he kissed Jake deeper.
I found it interesting that Jake had been the spy the night before, and now I was pleasantly happy just admiring him fuck around with the same dude. I was the voyeur tonight, but I also needed to get my piece too.
I got my hands moving again, sliding up Cole's sides, feeling him breathe, and he pressed back into me while the three of us stood there, without breaking away from Jake. I watched our naked bodies in a mirror on the wall, and they contrasted perfectly. I was the biggest, my gym body standing tall and lean and strong, while my big dick pressed against the little freshman’s bubble butt. His soft form had a decent sized dick on its own, as he faced Jake, their faces devouring each other. And Jake completed the other side of the sandwich, his athletic body enrapt in the dude, his own big dick regularly bouncing against the guy in front of him.
The three of us were close now, closer than Jake and I probably should have allowed ourselves, but we weren’t worried about taboo tonight.
I caught myself glancing at Jake again, at the full shape of him standing there, broader through the shoulders than I had been at his age, and I felt that admiration again, sharper this time, the simple fact of him being built like me.
I made direct, intentional contact with Jake for the first time as I pressed his side, grabbing him and Cole together, gently easing them toward the king sized bed in the middle of the room. They fell backward onto it together, Jake’s muscular ass basically in my face, and I crawled around them, lying on my side as I watched from inches away. Jake grinded into Cole, who wrapped his legs around him tightly. Cole’s hand reached out for me and grabbed my head, pulling me in for a kiss.
"I want both of you," he said as he pulled back, looking between the two of us. "At the same time. You guys ok with that?"
“Yeah,” Jake and I said in unison, and we were too horny to even chuckle at the synchronicity.
"Then come here."
Cole got onto his hands and knees before we even figured out how this was going to work. He angled himself back, clearly just ready for sex. I sat at the edge of the bed for a second, watching it start.
Jake lined himself up slowly, one hand braced against Cole's hip, and I watched both their faces at once, Jake's concentration giving way to the pleasure that a man feels when he gets prime satisfaction on his cock. His face got looser as he pushed in, Cole's mouth falling open on a breath.
"You've really never done this before?" I asked him, still half in disbelief.
"Oh, I've done this part before," Jake said, smacking Cole lightly on the ass as he started a slow rhythm. "But not with a dude."
Cole let out a short laugh that turned into a groan halfway through.
I chuckled, touching my dick, and not admitting to myself, even then, that I was watching Jake’s ass bounce with a little appreciation for his aesthetic. I lay down onto my back, watching them from a new angle, making eye contract with Cole.
I watched Jake find his rhythm, watching Cole take it, and when my eyes met Jake’s over Cole's back, his eyebrows went up. He was ready for the next step. I read the invitation on his face.
I scooted even closer on the bed. I could feel the heat coming off both their bodies. Jake stopped thrusting, and Cole slid off of him slowly, then climbed on top of me, quickly and expertly slipping me into his ass. The warmth was a welcome sensation as he dropped all the way down.
“Fuck,” I said, looking down at the hard cock and loose balls resting on my stomach.
"Both of you," he said, lower this time, looking back at Jake. "I want to feel both of you at once."
Jake shifted into position, this time between my legs as he tried to shove his dick into an already occupied hole. I had been in his position once or twice before, with a girl between me and another frat dude, but this was a different thing entirely. Jake fumbled for a minute as Cole guided himself into different positions of arched back, adjusting until he was angled so Jake could line up.
I felt Jake’s body between my thighs as he opened my legs wider. His dick throbbed as he pressed it against the base of mine, trying to get in. He missed a few times and poked me in the balls, and I didn’t even react. I didn’t want him to feel self-conscious.
“That’s so hot,” I said, trying in some way to encourage him. “You got this, buddy.”
He smiled nervously as he looked down at me over Cole’s shoulder, then turned his attention back to stuffing his cock into the boy in front of him, while his older lookalike’s equally large dick was already stuffing said boy.
I reached down to feel the base of my cock and hold it steady while Jake tried to penetrate, and I ended up making contact with Jake’s balls as well. Neither of us acknowledged it.
I can’t explain exactly what possessed me to do this, but I was hornier than I had ever been in my life, and I reached up directly and grabbed Jake’s shaft. I watched his face as he sucked his lips into his mouth, his telltale sign that he was nervous about something. I went on, gripping the base of his dick while he slowly pulled his hands away, letting me take over.
It was yet another strangely thrilling sensation, to hold this dick. I knew this dick, my whole life, and it was wrong, but I liked the feeling of being in some control of his pleasure, if only for a moment. I couldn’t even see what I was doing, but I lined him up with Cole’s ass as he pressed forward again. He put his hands on Cole’s hips, and thrust, and I felt him start to enter the hole with me, just barely.
Cole started to breathe hard, leaning into it. It took a minute of small movements, Cole’s hand reaching back to join mine, feeling where both our cocks were, his breathing picking up the longer it took.
I pressed slightly in and out, slowly and gently, coaxing Jake’s cock to come in alongside mine, the slickness of Cole’s travel-lube easing our way in, and Cole's whole body went tight for a second before relaxing again, taking both of us in increments, his fingers digging into the sheet beneath him.
"Fu- uck," he said, the word coming out broken in half.
Jake and I found a natural rhythm between our bodies as our dicks rubbed against each other. I was on the bottom, keeping the balance, while Jake ended up controlling more of the momentum. He went slowly at first, reading off of Cole’s reactions, and it was a strange sensation for me to feel another dick rub against mine. It was almost like I was getting fucked, in a way. I didn’t hate it.
When Jake got in all the way, it felt like heaven on my cock, the extra tightness, and the forbidden nature of who was making it, made me squirm. I thrust upward, my legs tangling with Jake’s. Cole’s back arched, and he moaned, with a fair amount of “good” pain, as I heard it was called. His breath caught and didn't come back even. A noise built in his throat that like talking but without words.
"Dream team," Jake said, breathless, grinning over at me mid-thrust.
"Shut up," I said, grinning back, and Cole chuckled between us, a laugh that turned into a moan halfway through.
We built together after that, pace climbing, Jake’s abs tightening, Cole's voice rising while his dick leaked onto my abs. When Jake started thrusting harder, I thrust too, just as hard from underneath. We really were a dream team, giving this boy-slut the time of his life. I almost blacked out for a moment from all the sensations, and soon I felt my own end approaching.
“Fuck I’m about to cum,” I said suddenly, and it didn’t stop the movements of either of them.
Jake's breathing went ragged, his eyes on Cole’s body and on me, some unspoken acknowledgment passing between us. I knew he was close too.
Cole went rigid first, a long, full-body shudder running through him as his hole suddenly clamped down on both our dicks, threatening to squeeze them out, or else suck our entire bodies in with them. Before I even realized what was happening, he surprised me by squirting a shot of jizz out of his untouched dick, streaking my chest.
“Oh damn,” I said, in genuine surprise. The extra tightness and rapid movements tipped Jake and me over the edge too, right behind Cole, almost at the exact same time.
“I’m cumming,” I moaned before a sharp inhale. Jake didn’t have to say anything, the way his amateur body writhed so arrhythmically told me he was climaxing too. He froze for a second, and I felt him throb against me, adding to my own orgasm. I felt his wetness add to mine inside the freshman’s poor hole, my own release hitting hard enough that I had to brace a hand against the headboard behind me to feel grounded.
I pulled out slowly as our bodies settled, sitting up, Cole and Jake still basically on top of me.
But Jake didn’t stop thrusting. His younger stamina didn’t actually need a break, not when he was this worked up. I shifted slightly to the side to get a better look, and saw the penetration directly. I watched the mess pooling at the place where Jake was still buried in him, a mix of genetically overlapping cum. It was almost poetic.
He kept going, and Cole never gave a single signal that he wanted a break. As I spectated this phase of the evening, I felt warm everywhere, a strange, full kind of pleasure I didn't entirely recognize. It was like I was high on some new drug made of hormones.
What did this kid do to me, I thought, to us. Two days ago I wouldn't have pictured any part of this happening, ever.
Jake put his hand on Cole’s lower back, easing him down onto his belly, face down on top of me, his face basically sucking on my nipples as he groaned into my chest. Jake dropped down into a prone-bone position, making full body contact as he started thrusting like a rabbit, desperate and greedy for another orgasm. Jake’s hair was bouncing almost in my face as he pounded the boy on top of me, while I sat in the strangest position of my life, dazed.
Jake’s body and ass were a rhythmic powerhouse, honestly as bubbly as Cole’s if not a shade more masculine. He had stamina, and vigor.
He suddenly vocalized a grunt and said, “I’m cumming again. You’re pregnant. You’re gonna be pregnant now.”
I would have chuckled if not for the general shock rattling my brain.
Cole purred like a kitten, just like the night before. Together, we had finally gotten him to that state, with Jake putting him over the finish line.
When they were finally still, nobody moved for a minute. Cole had melted into a puddle on top of me, sweaty and breathing hard, and Jake had collapsed on top of him, their combined weight holding me down like a security blanket.
Jake finally stirred, pulling out of Cole and rubbing his face on his face, moving lower. I watched as he started kissing the freshman’s sweaty, smooth back muscles until he got to his ass.
No way, I thought to myself.
To my astonishment, I watched Jake close his eyes and stick out his tongue licking Cole’s red, used cheeks, before pressing his face right in the middle wiggling his face and mouth back and forth, slurping it up. He was actually motorboating his ass. Cole reacted with a gentle groan, apparently appreciating the light stimulation after the rough pounding he had received.
Jake rolled off, dropping onto his back beside us, an arm thrown over his own face. I stayed where I was, sitting up against the headboard, letting my heart rate come down, committing to myself that I would never mention the motorboat, until Jake brought it up first.
"Okay," Cole said eventually, his voice muffled by my pecs. "Okay, that was."
"Yeah," Jake said.
"Yeah," I agreed.
Cole rolled off of me, onto his side, snuggled between Jake and me, warmth passing among the three of us. He looked between the two of us, a lazy and satisfied look on his face. He was half asleep, apparently fucked into exhaustion, his eyes drifting shut between us, one arm slung over my chest. The dim light wasn’t going to help.
Jake reached for his pants on the floor and came up with my vape, which had apparently ended up in his pocket at some point in the night. He hit it and passed it to Cole, but he froze. I looked over, and saw that Cole’s eyes had closed, his naked body on full display as his mouth hung slightly open.
“Little guy had a big day,” I whispered to Jake, who smiled at me. He passed me the vape over Cole's sleeping body, and I took a hit before throwing it back onto the loose pile of clothes.
"This was not how I pictured this weekend going," Jake said quietly, looking down at Cole's face, slack and peaceful between us.
"Same," I said.
"You know," he said after a beat, "The parents are gonna ask me how the visit went."
"Tell them it was educational."
Jake laughed, low enough not to wake Cole.
And the door suddenly burst open without warning.
"Yo, who's in…" A guy stood frozen in the doorway, two girls behind him in the hallway, all three of them staring into the room at the three of us, Cole asleep and naked between two other naked guys.
"This is my room," the guy said, sounding less angry than just completely lost for what else to say.
"We were just leaving," I said, already grabbing for my jeans with one hand and nudging Cole awake with the other.
Cole woke up fast at the noise, blinking around at the chaos, and started scrambling for clothes, his dick flopping around. After we had all started to calm down, Cole's had stayed the most "plump", compared to mine and Jake's.
Jake and I were really even more similar than I realized before.
Jake tossed him his own shirt off the floor, and Cole pulled it on inside out, not bothering to fix it, hopping into his jeans one leg at a time while the guy in the doorway just kept staring, the girls talking between themselves, giggling in the hallway behind him.
I glanced sideways at Jake stuffing his dick and balls into his pants quickly, then pulling his pants up tight against his developed butt. I made myself look away, and I found a weird little strap thing on the floor under the clothes, and I picked it up. I looked at it.
Just as I realized what it was, Cole took it out of my hands and shoved it in his pocket.
“That was your jock strap?” I asked, pulling my shirt over my head. “You didn’t even show us.”
“I’ll wear it again for you next time,” he said, smirking as he put his shoes on.
We finished quickly and stepped past the patient dude and into the hall.
"Sorry, man," Jake said cheerfully, stepping past him with his shirt half buttoned. "Room's all yours."
We made it downstairs in this random house in under a minute, all three of us still adjusting clothes as we went, Cole starting to laugh so hard that he had to lean on the wall at one point, the shirt riding up over his stomach.
"That guy's face," he said, wheezing.
"You're wearing my shirt," Jake said.
"I'll mail it to you."
"Keep it."
We came out a side door near the kitchen, avoiding the main party still going strong inside, and the cool air outside felt good after the heat we had generated in our bodies inside. Cole walked between us down the front steps, clearly trying to maintain physical contact with both of us, still hungry for male affection. I dropped my hand to his ass, letting him know how I felt about everything. Jake’s hand reached down to his ass as well, finding mine, without looking at me.
He squeezed my palm, and I held his hand back, and that was how we walked for a minute or two.
Cole peeled off at the corner where the path split toward the freshman dorms, and turned back to face us, still wearing Jake's shirt, looking pretty pleased with how his night had gone.
“See you around,” he said, to neither of us in particular.
"I'm definitely coming here next year," he said, "if I get in."
"You won't regret it," Cole said, grinning, and gave a small wave before heading off down his own path, the shirt flapping loose around him, his perky butt still somehow making a visual appearance through the haphazardly thrown-on outfit.
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Jake and I walked the rest of the way back in no real hurry, the campus quiet now, most of the noise from the party fading far behind us.
"You alright?" Jake asked, the same question from earlier in the day, except this time it didn't have any edge in it.
"Yeah," I said, and meant it. "You?"
"Better than good." He shook his head slowly, still processing it. "I came here thinking I'd just check out the school. Did not expect any of that."
"Me neither, honestly. Any of it."
We walked a while longer without saying much, just the sound of our shoes on the path, both of us a little wrung out, both of us still riding the strange high of a night that had gone nowhere either of us could have predicted.
"For what it's worth," Jake said as we came up to the house, "this was a pretty good visit."
"Glad I could help," I said, and wrapped an arm around him, and we went inside.