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Chapter 4: Two Tops
"The thing is," Nick said, lying on my bed with his hands behind his head one night, his shirtless body, beefy as ever, glimmering with a light layer of sweat, "we're both tops. So it kind of works out perfect."
I paused.
“Top is like… the pitcher?”
“Yeah,” he said, “I asked my brother. He’s gay.”
"Right," I said, hesitantly. "So it’s… perfect, because then, neither of us is the..."
"Exactly." He nodded, satisfied with his own logic.”Neither of us has to be…”
"The one who takes it."
"Right."
“I thought it was just called ‘pitcher’ and ‘catcher’” I said, doing the air quotes with my fingers.
“He says only straight people say that.”
I nodded. I knew something wasn’t right with his logic, about both being “tops”, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. And it was cool to see him happy.
He started to say more about his theory, and I crawled over him. He stopped talking as I leaned down to kiss him. Our bodies rubbed together and soon we were hard and dry humping through our clothes.
He took charge, flipping me over and I let him, enjoying him being on top of me. Soon our shorts were off, with our shirts still on. It was kind of a sexy position, improvising, our manhoods rubbing together. It had only been a couple days since we first kissed over Peter’s nude form as we shared his holes. But he was gone now, and we had gotten into the habit of getting off together multiple times daily.
We were just ramping up, really starting to lay into each other when a voice came out of nowhere from the doorway.
“Damn, without me?” Peter said.
We hadn’t heard the door open.
We both turned quickly, but the shock wore off quickly. We didn’t mind Peter seeing this. He was basically a part of whatever this was.
"What a nice ass," Peter said as he looked into Nick’s opening, already halfway into the room, dropping his bag.
It was a full reversal. Now Peter was finally the one walking in on me, and I kind of liked the feeling. And we were welcoming him into the thing he'd basically built between us.
We stayed frozen for a second out of reflex, and then Nick sank down, pressing his love into me with his body weight, forcing the air out of my body.
When he went back to kissing me, I almost forgot about Peter even being there for a moment, until the weight shifted on the bed. I looked past Nick to see my tall, lean, curly haired roommate grabbing my new lover’s big, muscular ass, squeezing it. Nick continued to moan while his lips moving down my neck. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched Peter drop his head down and bury his face between Nick’s muscular cheeks.
Nick started to groan loudly when the contact was made. He didn’t flinch away from it at all at first, then he suddenly jolted.
“Woah,” he said, before dropping back to push but butt back against Peter. “Do that again.”
Peter dropped his face in, and I shifted to poke my hard dick upward at his chin while he ate out Nick.
“That feels so good,” Nick said, looking at me as he experienced it.
"Mm-hmm," Peter said, not stopping.
I watched Nick's face do something I hadn’t seen it do before. This big confident guy, the one who'd just been lecturing me about how we were both tops, was melting into the mattress, surprised by his own reaction. He looked back over his shoulder at Peter like he couldn't believe what was happening to him. Some wall inside him had begun to crack.
"Hey," Nick said after a while, his voice different now, lower, maybe a little… devious. "Peter. Do you have lube?"
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Peter reached into his side drawer without looking and produced the half-empty bottle, the same one from before, and tossed it onto the bed.
Nick took it, and then he looked at me. I watched him silently talk himself into it. I lay back as he slicked me up, almost making me squirt early with the tight, quick handjob. But he stopped in time, as he climbed over me, and he sank down onto me slowly. His eyes looked at me, but his concentration was a million miles away as he focused on penetrating himself, my body acting as a simple conduit. It felt amazing already, his meaty ass enveloping my sensitive, lubed rod, but then the warmth suddenly turned into a strong heat, and I was in.
“I’m inside you,” I said.
“Crazy,” he replied, half a smile forming as he continued to concentrate on what he was doing.
His hole clamped down on me repeatedly, but relaxed quickly every time. I could literally feel the learning curve happening inside him as he willed himself to take me in.
For the first minute he was really careful, getting used to it, his eyebrows pulled together in concentration. Then something shifted and he started actually having fun, and his face opened up, and I had to grip the sheets and think about something else because I almost finished right then. I almost finished about ten times as he trained his own ass using my dick. I held it off through sheer force of will, watching my best friend ride me with the biggest dumb grin spreading across his face.
"Okay," he breathed, laughing a little. "Okay, I get it now."
And I heard myself say it before I even thought it consciously.
"I wanna try it."
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Nick stopped. He looked down at me, raising his eyebrows.
“Just be careful,” he said as he slowly slid off me.
He shifted back as I lifted my legs, revealing my ass to him. He reached for it with both hands. It was amazing how quickly we had abandoned the “we’re both tops” idea. He moved into position, lining his dick up with my ass and reaching for the lube again,
I put a hand up on his chest.
"No," I said. "Eat me out first."
Neither of us moved for a second as he processed what I said. I knew I was asking for something new, and we had never even given each other a blowjob yet. We had really just groped and kissed while humping each other like animals, but he had gotten a hot warmup before sitting on my dick, and I was pretty sure that had made things go more smoothly.
“It’s fun,” Peter said from his bed. I had forgotten about him again, somehow. I looked over and saw him with his dick out, watching us, which I thought was hot.
“He says it’s fun,” I said, looking at Nick, smiling.
Nick shook his head a little, smiling nervously back at me as I watched his big pecs tense a little.
"I've never..." he started.
"You've eaten ass," I said, blunt, and let a smirk pull at my mouth. "You've told some stories. In the showers."
"I wanna hear more about the showers," Peter said, holding himself, watching us with open interest.
"Yeah," Nick admitted. "I have. On girls."
"Everyone has an ass," I said.
It was the exact thing I'd said in the team shower a week ago, when it was just a joke about fucking guys, which was never supposed to actually happen. Nick caught the reference. He chuckled quietly as he remembered, the line landing completely differently now than it had the first time, when it was the gayest thing we could imagine and not a real thing either of us would ever do.
Then he dropped down.
I watched his head go between my legs, watched his tongue disappear below my balls, and then I felt it.
“Damn,” I said, my palms finding my abdomen on their own, rubbing up and down my body, a new sensation running up through my body.
I didn’t even know if it was pleasurable at first. It was just intense, but when he pulled his head away I grabbed him instinctively, holding him where he was.
“Damn,” I repeated, like it was the only word I could remember, feeling every sense of inhibition flow out of me.
This was a life-changing moment. I never could have imagined this feeling so good. This was my ass.Yeah
I felt his tongue start to go faster. He really had done this before, and it showed.
I grabbed him by the hair on the back of the head, pulling him up to look at me. His face was flushed and his eyes were dark. We looked at each other for one second and had a telepathic conversation.
He reached for the lube.
He went slowly as he dribbled the liquid out onto his big hog, which lined up with me naturally. I couldn’t wait to get fucked. He leaned forward and made out with me while he pressed forward, agonizingly slowly.
He eased me into it, like it wasn’t his first time doing an anal virgin. I figured that some of the girls he had fucked had let him put it in their ass once or twice. He pressed his mouth on mine as he popped past the ring, and the sensation was not nearly as bad as I had feared. I was lost in kissing him as the pressure radiated from my ass, settling into numbness and tingles in my abdomen. It felt strange for a long time, but I enjoyed it.
IAs weird as it felt, as much as my brain kept nagging me, like “why are you doing this?”, my body just rolled with the sensations, and soon he was pressing in and out of me, and I didn’t want it to end. The strangest part was how upside-down this whole thing was, compared to my life a week prior. Nick's forehead pressed down against mine while my legs held onto him tightly, and we breathed together and I stopped thinking about the context of it, just feeling it, feeling him.
Peter's phone buzzed on his desk.
"Fuck, I gotta go," I heard him say a second later.
"You ever run out of booty calls?" Nick asked him, not really lifting his head from where it rested against mine. “Or like, dick dates, whatever you’d call it.”
"I wish," Peter said, already pulling his clothes up, tucking away his dick and balls. "It's a group project. I'm a good student."
"Cool," Nick said, nodding, still looking at me, his butt thrusting slowly in and out of me.
And Peter was gone, the door clicking shut, off to do something as mundane as homework, having walked through our lives one more time and rearranged everything, his natural magic turning us into yet more adventurous guys than we were before.
And now it was just us again.
“This is… really nice,” he said, pushing into me deeply and holding it there.
I felt myself jolt a little at the depth. It was like he was harder and thicker than before somehow.
“I think this is like, special,” I said, “I’m like, gay.”
“Yeah,” he said, “Same.”
“No, I’m like, gay for you,” I clarified.
He leaned down and kissed me some more, then pulled back.
“I’m edged to fuck,” he said.
I felt him continue to throb. I could feel his body tensing, trying not to finish. I thought of something fun. I started squeezing my abs and butt muscles as much as I could, and I felt him throb inside me.
He smiled at me like he realized what I was doing. His gaze softened as his mouth fell open.
“I’m cumming,” he gasped, and I felt the throbbing quickly become a rapid pulse.
I just watched his face, taking in the fact that he was emptying himself inside me. It was such a hot concept. I hadn’t even thought about it before it happened. I grabbed myself, stroking the wet tip tightly as he started giving me a few post-orgasm thrusts, finishing himself off properly. I was squirting up to my neck in seconds, feeling the tension in my ass simply add to the experience.
He came down and fell off me, but his dick was still mostly inside me. And suddenly my ass was tight and tense.
“Pull out, but slowly,” I said.
We both giggled while he carefully removed himself, inch my inch. When he finally left my hole, I felt it sort of “snap” back into place, which weirdly hurt, making me hiss.
“Damn, that hurts,” I said.
“Yeah, I know,” he replied.
“No, mine was worse,” I said, "Look at that thing.”
I gestured to his dick. “That monster is a pussy buster.”
We suddenly both cracked up. I don’t know exactly what it was, but it relieved some tension that was there.
We lay there afterward, each of us leaving a hand on the other. It was dark out.
We ended up tangled up in my bed with the lights off, his chest against my back, his arm heavily draped over me, and sleep was pulling at both of us. I didn't want to be anywhere else. Peter and Nick, in their own ways, had opened up a door for me.
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I woke up to the sound of the door.
For a second I was scared, a quick cold jolt, because my half-asleep brain wasn’t sure if it might be someone from the hockey team for some reason. I don't even know why that scared me, after everything, after the showers and all that. But the fear was there for a second.
Then it went away when I felt Nick's chest rising and falling against my back, still asleep, still wrapped around me, and there was nothing anybody could walk in on that I was afraid of anymore.
I lifted my head and looked toward the door.
Peter was home, and he was letting somebody in, the two of them silhouetted against the dim hallway light, whispering, tiptoeing. I had a flashback to when Nick appeared at the door in the same way.
Goddammit, I thought. Does Peter ever run out of midnight dick?
Then I realized that I might recognize the smaller silhouette. I knew the haircut and the boyish shape of him before I could even see his face. When Peter whipped down his pants, the giant piece of man meat that plopped out confirmed it.
“Hey Jimmy," I said, at normal volume.