The Himbo Machine - Chapter One

I was on the verge of a meltdown.

Every year of university starts the same. I sign up for a bunch of classes, the first few weeks sail by with basically no effort, until the end of October.  That's when my professors all hit me with big assignments.  It's like getting nuked in the middle of a hurricane.

Today was Halloween and I didn’t have a costume. I didn’t have a party to hit up. All I had was six different essays due next week.

I was hunched over my laptop, desperately trying to shit out an essay on the role of mass market advertising in the Japanese recovery after World War II. If that sounds boring and irrelevant to you, that’s because it is. Sure, advertising was massively influential at the time, but in this day and age people are so used to it, it’s basically useless as persuasion.

You can’t just change the way people think.  Not that easily.

It was seven at night and my knee was vibrating like a sewing machine. I was on my fifth cup of coffee today, and I had a fresh pot brewing. I wished I had some Adderall or whatever. Why hadn’t I started this back in September when I saw it on the course outline?

My blond hair was wild, my t-shirt was sweat stained, and the bags under my eyes made me look like a zombie. It would be a pretty good halloween costume, if only it wasn’t so lifelike.

My roommate Eddie stuck his head into my room.

“Hey Grant, you busy?” he asked playfully.

“This fucking essay is gonna kill me,” I replied.

“That’s a tomorrow problem,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Tonight’s Halloween. C’mon man, you don’t want to sit at home while the rest of the universe has a good time, do you?”

“It’s not about what I want. My Dad’s gonna kill me if I flunk another class.”

“You’re not gonna flunk,” Eddie promised. “Look, you’ve been so wound up on these essays that you’ve got yourself stuck in a hole. I’ve done it before – you just need to get out of the house and relax. Tomorrow you’re gonna laugh at how easy it all comes together.”

I pulled my eyes away from the overly-bright screen and gave my roommate a long look. Eddie was a gay guy, but you couldn’t really tell. He never hit on me or said awkward shit or watched musicals in the front room or anything.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Okay, you know Professor Larkin? I’m doing my work study thing in his lab, and he’s having a big party at his place tonight. All his students are invited. It’s gonna be a good time. You don’t have to wear a costume or anything, it’s just a house party at a rich dudes house.”

“I’m sorry man, I can’t,” I insisted. “I’ve got six essays that are half done, I can’t waste a night out at some party. Cause then I’ve got to waste tomorrow with the hangover and that’s just a dumb idea.”

“No, you staying here all wound up is a dumb idea,” Eddie argued. “How many words have you written tonight? Five hundred?”

“About half that,” I admitted. “But it’s not like I’m gonna write faster with a beer in my hand.”

“Seriously bro, trust me, I study stress and its impact on the human body,” Eddie said, using his degree against me. “The more relaxed you are, the easier the ideas are going to flow. You’ve got yourself knotted up. Come out with me for like... two hours. We’ll hit the party, you’ll have a beer, you can rant about marketing in post-war Japan the whole walk home. By the time midnight hits, you’ve got your paper done.”

I rolled my eyes. Eddie’s a biochemist, and maybe in his field everything is easy and there are all sorts of simple answers. Business is complex, it’s messy. It’s full of real people and it’s not easy to figure out why they act how they act. The answers weren’t just gonna fall out of my brain.

“I won’t stop bugging you,” Eddie promised.

"Then you're gonna waste the night bugging me,” I shot back.

“It’s an open bar,” Eddie said. “And Professor Larkin buys good booze.”

He really wasn’t giving up. I gave a deep sigh and closed my laptop.

“Why didn’t you say so?” I said with tired resignation. “Two beers, two hours... give me a minute to change my shirt.”

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When we got to the house, I realized that I was way outclassed.

I’d changed my clothes, switching out my sweaty t-shirt for a clean red one and sliding into a comfortable pair of jeans. I even ran my hands through my hair and made it so that it all pointed in the same direction, more or less. As far as straight college guys go, I’d done my due diligence.

Eddie was dressed pretty similarly. He’d opted for a tightly fitted t-shirt and jeans that squeezed his ass. You usually couldn’t tell he was gay. When he dressed to go out, you could probably catch a whiff of it.

The house was this big old heritage house. It looked like something that belonged in the South, a big old plantation manor. The whole place was swarming with students who dressed to impress. Suits and ties, little black dresses, I even saw one guy in a tuxedo. I think Eddie seriously misread the dress code.

“Dude, I don’t think we’re dressed for this,” I said with a worried tone.

“Relax,” Eddie said. “Everyone here is just sucking up, hoping they’ll get a better grade on the final or whatever. Don’t worry about it. Sam likes me already, and you’re just here for the free beer, right?”

“Who’s Sam?” I asked.

“Professor Larkin,” Eddie reminded me. “My boss. He’s only like forty, and he’s always insisting I call him Sam. I guess ‘Professor’ makes him feel old or whatever.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I said, looking around at all the immaculately dressed undergrads. “Are you sure you’re cool to just bring some random?”

“Yeah, Sam told me I should bring someone.”

“But doesn’t he mean... dude, are people gonna think I’m your boyfriend?”

Eddie laughed.

“I’m sorry bro,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes. “Nobody is gonna mistake you for gay. You’ve got such mad straight guy energy, people are gonna think we're trolling for pussy together.”

I checked out the way Eddie’s shirt clung to his chest and hugged his biceps. The dude worked hard in the gym, I’ll give him that. He also loved to show off. I doubt he owned a single shirt that was actually big enough for him.

Before I met Eddie, I always thought science guys had to be total nerds and gay guys had to be total flamers. Eddie was different though, he broke all the stereotypes for me. When we ended up as roommates our freshman year, I didn’t even realize he was gay until I saw porn on his laptop.

“C’mon man,” Eddie said, clasping me on the shoulder. “Let’s go inside and get our drink on. Let’s try to relax, you’ve got that paper to finish.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” I groaned, walking with him up the steps.

We were barely inside when I heard someone shout Eddie’s name. I turned and saw a barely middle-aged man striding across the room, eager to say hello.

“Sam!” Eddie said, reaching out for a handshake. Professor Larkin brushed it aside, wrapping Eddie up in a big bear hug.

“I’m glad you came,” Larkin said with an authentic smile. “Everyone here is a student of mine, it’s so hard to talk about anything but their grades,” he laughed.

“You know, I’m in one of your classes,” Eddie pointed out.

“Yeah, but you’re in the lab with me too. You kids don’t understand how hard it is to meet people when you get a little older. Work friends become your actual friends.”

“That’s sweet of you,” Eddie said, reaching up to brush his hair away from his forehead. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course!” Larkin said. “Now, are you going to introduce me?”

Eddie blushed.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Sam, this is my friend Grant. He’s also my roommate.”

“I’m happy to meet you Grant,” Larkin said, giving me a light hug. “Welcome to my home. I hope you enjoy yourself!”

“Thanks for having me,” I said politely. “I’m afraid we can’t stay long. I’ve got a couple of papers due next week, and Eddie thought coming out might help with my writer’s block.”

“Eddie is a very considerate young man,” Larkin said. “Please, stay as long as you’d like.”

“Well helloooooo!” came a voice from behind us. Eddie and I both turned to look, resting our eyes on a well built guy about our age. He was a platinum blond ken doll, packed into a pair of white pants and a tight pink tank top. I swear, his clothes were even tighter than Eddie’s. Gay AF.

Suddenly I didn't feel like I'd missed the dress code.

“Hey Tyler,” Eddie said cheerfully.

“Hey babe,” Tyler said, giving Eddie a quick peck on the cheek. “And who’s this?”

“Tyler, this is my roommate Grant,” Eddie said gracefully. “Grant, this is Tyler.”

“I’m Sam’s boyfriend,” Tyler said, leaning forward and giving me a little peck on the cheek. “Sam is like... the best.”

“Do you boys feel like a beer?” Larkin asked.

“Uh yeah,” I said, glad to finally have something to contribute. “Is there a bar around here?”

“You just relax and chat with Ty,” Larkin offered. “I’ll go get them for you. IPA’s good?”

Larkin headed off deeper into the house. As soon as he was gone, Tyler stepped closer and gave Eddie a curious look. “So...” he said. “When you say Grant’s your ‘roommate’,” he asked, gesturing a pair of air quotes.

“I mean he’s my roommate,” Eddie laughed. “Sorry Tyler, Grant’s straight. He’s not even a little curious. Trust me, I dropped all sorts of hints when we moved in.”

“Wait, really?” I asked.

“See, he didn’t even notice,” Eddie said.

“Oh my god, straight boys are so oblivious,” Tyler laughed, dramatically rolling his eyes. “I’m sorry honey, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he said laying a hand on my shoulder. “If you ever decide you want your dick sucked by an expert, I’m always around.”

“Thanks man, I’m good,” I laughed.  "Like Eddie says, I'm straight."

Larkin arrived with two red solo cups and Tyler satisfied himself by draping an arm around Larkin’s waist.

“So, what are we talking about?” Larkin asked, handing me a beer.

“Uh... actually, I was just gonna ask Tyler where the washroom is,” I said. I didn't want to say something and cause some huge fight.

“Oh hon, the one down here has like... a forever lineup,” Tyler said. “Why don’t you just swish upstairs, the master bedroom’s at the end of the hall and the ensuite should be free.”

“Thanks,” I said, giving them a mock salute with my solo cup.

I left Eddie with Professor Larkin and his overly flirty boyfriend. Man, I wished I could find some girl that would look at me that way. Honestly though... I got the feeling Tyler flirted with everyone.

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I found the master bedroom at the end of the hall, just where Tyler said. It was fuckin’ huge – maybe the size of our apartment. The bed was bigger than a King sized one, and thinking back to Tyler’s flirty behaviour, I guessed it occasionally slept three or four guys.

Sam Larkin must have been rich – don’t ask me how, I thought professors didn’t really make anything. But the furniture was all hardwood and there was lots of expensive jewelry on the dresser and brand named clothes in the walk-in closet. I wasn’t snooping – I did actually need to find the bathroom, and this room had like six doors.

I finally found the toilet and stepped inside. After getting rid of some coffee, I couldn’t help but pop open the medicine cabinet. Tyler's flirting had freaked me out, just a little, and I wondered if Larkin had anything maybe... that could... y’know, help...

If I ran a biochem lab, I’d definitely cook up some drugs every now and then. Just something to take the edge off and help me write my paper. Maybe a guy like Larkin keeps keeps some Adderral around?

I pawed through his medicine bottles. Aspirin. Advil. Boring. Where’s the valium?

Finally I found what looked like the right bottle. It was one of those orange pill bottles you get from the pharmacy, but this one had a handwritten label stuck on it. Larkin had filled the bottle himself.

He’s got professor handwriting, but I managed to decipher the label. “Compound HMB 12 – Relaxation Aid”.

Perfect. A little relaxation aid was just what the doctor ordered. The bottle was full of little blue pills, about the size of an aspirin. I had a moment of hesitation – would taking a pill hurt Eddie? Maybe Larkin would get mad and fire him.

Nah. There was no way Larkin would realize one pill had gone missing.

I twisted the bottle open and picked a single pill off the top. Then I put everything back where I found it, careful not to leave a mess. This pill didn’t taste too bad, kinda sweet actually. Like cotton candy.

One swallow later and I was walking out of the bathroom, red solo cup in my hand, like nothing had happened. Man, I hoped it was gonna kick in soon.

About halfway down the staircase, the world spun sideways. When this shit hits, it hits you fast. I lost my balance and gripped the banister tightly, almost taking a tumble down the steps. My vision blurred, and my ears seemed to fade out, like someone was turning down the volume. All my muscles relaxed at once and I almost crumpled. I felt my skin flush hot and my cock jump, then a static haze settled over my mind...

Then my eyes got good again and I could hear stuff. I got the feeling like something was different, but I couldn’t tell for sure. Whatever, why should I worry? Dude, I was at a party.

I laughed – there was beer on my hand, I musta spilled my drink when the thing happened.

“Whatever,” I said, bringing my hand close so I could lick it off.

Tyler and Eddie were gone when I got downstairs. No worries, there were a bunch of people I could flirt with. I looked around eagerly. Time to find some new friends.

I saw a guy across the room, standing alone with two drinks in his hand. He was cute – short red hair and a square jaw. I bet he had nice firm muscles under that suit. I felt my rod harden in my pants.

“Hey,” I said, walking up to him. “I’m Grant.”

“Uh, hey man. Mack.”

“Hey Mack,” I said, stepping a little too close. I wanted him to know I was interested. “So like... what are you doing tonight?”

“I’m uh... I’m just waiting for my girl bro,” Mack said, stepping back towards the wall. “She’s just in the bathroom.”

“Maybe you’re waiting for me,” I said, stepping closer and reaching out to run my hand down his chest. I could feel nice round pecs under that dress shirt.

“Look dude, I’m not a... I'm not into guys,” Mack said. “Just back off, okay?”

I stepped back. Geez.

“You don’t have to be an asshole about it,” I huffed, turning on my heel and walking away.

I wandered around the party for a little while. There were so many cute guys. But most of them were hanging out with women. When I’d check them out, the guys would always put their arms around their girl protectively. Yeah guys, I’m checking you out, she’s not the one who needs protection.

There had to be some dude here who wanted to bang.

Then I saw him in the hallway. A total hottie. He had powerful muscles and an easy smile. He wasn’t dressed all uptight like the rest of the guys here – sure, a suit makes a guy look hot, but the way this guys arms were bursting outta that pink muscle shirt...

“Hey Grant!” he said happily.

Oh my god, I almost didn’t recognize him. When we met like... twenty minutes ago, I coulda sworn he wasn’t this hot. In my memory he was just kinda annoying, but now... damn, clearly this man was fuckable.

“Hey Tyler,” I said, stepping in close. “You’re looking hot.”

“Aw, thanks hon,” he said, stepping forward so we were only a few inches apart. “You’re pretty hot yourself.”

I took one final step so that our junk was actually touching through our pants. He put a hand on my hip and softly started grinding against me.

“Mmmmm... thought you weren’t into this...” Tyler said.

I leaned in and kissed his neck, enjoying the sweet smell of his cologne.

“I’m super into this,” I whispered in his ear. I reached around behind him and cupped his ass, pressing us even closer together. “I never was, but it feels so right."

“Wanna get your cock sucked?” Tyler asked playfully. He reached down and gave my junk a squeeze. I was already rock hard.

“Mmmmm... how about I suck yours?” I asked. There was a new idea... put Ty’s big dick in my mouth. Lick it. Suck it. Fuck, I wanted it.

Then his lips were on my lips, pressing firmly and making my knees weak. I ran my hand up his muscled arm, brushing my fingertips over his biceps and wishing mine were that cut. We kissed for what seemed like hours.

“Come with me,” he said, finally breaking off our kiss.

He took my hand and led me through the party. People were staring at us, me in my baggy tee and jeans, guided through the crowd by this sexual god. It didn’t look right... I wished I looked more like Tyler. Acted more like Tyler. A soft giggle escaped from me. I wondered what I’d look like if I spent that much time in the gym.

“You’re really sexy,” I said as he pulled me towards the stairs.

“I know, right?” Tyler said confidently. “We’re two sexy guys, and we’re gonna have some fun.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Sam coming towards us. Wow... he was super hot too – Sam had such wide shoulders, and he was like... really handsome.

“Hey guys,” Sam said, interrupting our path. “How’s everything going?”

“Everything’s good,” Tyler said with a grin. “Grant and I... he wants to suck some cock. I was gonna let him taste mine, but if you wanna join us... he should see what a huge cock looks like.”

“I thought Grant was straight,” Sam pointed out in confusion. “Grant, aren’t you straight?”

“Uh... yeah, I guess. I really wanna suck a dick though...”

“Hmm...” Sam said, biting his lip in a way that made me want to jump him. You could see him thinking. “Grant, when you went up to use the bathroom... did you take something from the medicine cabinet? Maybe some pills?”

I felt my stomach drop.

“Uh, yeah...” I said sadly. “I’m sorry. I was just like... looking to get high or whatever. I was really stressed and stuff...”

“It’s okay babe,” Sam said reassuringly, laying a hand on my bicep. "You're okay."

I relaxed instantly. I believed him.

We went upstairs, down the long hallway and back to the master bedroom. Tyler jumped on that giant bed, stripping off his shirt and showing off his smooth pecs. I wished my pecs were that pumped...

“Grant, come with me,” Sam said, tilting his head towards the bathroom.

I followed along happily.

“Were these the pills you took?” He held out the little orange bottle with the handwritten label. He had such squiggly writing that I laughed.

“Yeah,” I said. “I just took one, I swear!”

“Well, thank god for small favours,” Sam said. “These are Tyler’s special pills. Don’t take one again, okay? Not unless I give you permission.”

“Okay,” I agreed easily. “Can I suck your dick?”

“Cock,” he said. “Call it my cock.”

“Okay. Can I suck your cock?” I asked eagerly.

Sam grinned, putting the pill bottle back into the medicine cabinet. He led me back into the bedroom. Tyler was there, stripped down to nothing but a bright pink thong. He looked so sexy on the bed, all tanned skin and bleached hair. He was propped up on his elbows with his legs kicked up behind him.

“It looks like Grant found some of your pills,” Sam said. “Next time we have a party, let’s remember to put those in the safe.”

“Or we could... not?” Tyler giggled. “Like... he’s gonna suck your cock now. Don’t you want him to suck your cock?”

“Yeah Sam!” I said excitedly. “I wanna suck your cock!”

Sam loosened his belt and pulled off his shirt. His chest was hairy and thick. I wanted to lick his nipples so bad. But before I could move, he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants, revealing a pair of silky black boxers that showed off a heavy cock.

I was so close... I couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around his cock. I’d had a few blowjobs from girls... I hoped I’d remember enough to satisfy him.

Tyler came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his cock pressing into my hole. It drove me goddamn wild.

“Take off your clothes,” he whispered in my ear. “And then I’ll show you how to suck a cock really good.”

I whipped my shirt off, dropping it on the floor. Then I kicked out of my jeans and boxers, leaving myself standing there totally naked. Weird. I didn’t feel at all self-conscious, even though I was standing nude in a room with two gay guys.

“He’s certainly eager,” Sam said with a smile.

“Hell yeah,” I agreed. “What do I do next?”

“Get on your knees,” Tyler said, stepping in front of Sam and dropping to the carpet. He was a little off to Sam’s left, so I mirrored him, dropping to my knees on Sam’s right side. Sam’s cock smelled so hot... musky and masculine. I couldn’t wait to take him in my mouth.

“Good...” Tyler said. “Now, pull down his underwear. All the way, so he can just step out of it.”

I grabbed onto the silky fabric and pulled it slowly down Sam’s legs. I was extra careful not to catch his cock on it – this one girl I dated always just whipped down my boxers and I didn’t like when my cock got caught. I took my time, loving the way his muscle flexed under my hands.

Finally, Sam was naked in front of me, his cock pointing straight out. It was so thick and veiny. His balls were big and tight, eager to get off.

“Now watch carefully,” Tyler said. He leaned forward and opened his mouth wide, then dived onto the cock. It looked so smooth, the way he swallowed it, taking inch after inch. When he got it deep he sealed his lips over over the pole tightly. I watched his cheeks hollow out as he sucked, creating a vacuum around Sam’s beautiful cock. He pulled back until he reached the head, then he pushed back on, back down the shaft.  Above us, Sam rolled his head back and moaned.

Tyler repeated the motion a few times before he pulled all the way off. Sam’s cock dropped out of his mouth with a satisfying pop. I laughed at the noise.

“Now your turn,” Tyler said. “Be careful with your teeth, you don’t want to graze it. Just open wide, take in as much as you want, and suck.”

“You got it,” I said. I opened my jaw as wide as it would go, then slowly took Sam’s cock into my mouth. I couldn’t take nearly as much as Tyler. I got like four inches in before I wanted to choke.

“It’s okay,” Tyler said, watching closely. “It’s just practice. You don’t need to go too deep, just take what you can.”

I sealed my lips around Sam’s delicious cock – did I mention the taste? It’s so yummy. I never thought that sucking cock would be this tasty. I could see why Eddie did it so often...

Suck. Pull. Push. Pull. Push. I lost myself in the rhythm.

“Let it go for a second,” Tyler instructed. I pulled off of Sam with a satisfying pop, then gave him and Tyler a huge grin. Sam looked happy with my attempts, and Tyler looked a little proud.

“Now, the most sensitive area is right under the head,” Tyler advised. “Take your tongue and lick up and down the cock.”

I licked the cock, paying special attention to the bit right under the cockhead. Tyler knows what he’s talking about – that’s always been the best part for me too. Pretty soon Tyler joined in, licking Sam’s cock from his side. We ended up kissing too, pressing our lips together around Sam’s juicy cock. Fuck, I was in heaven.

We kept up like that, switching between kissing and licking and sucking. Far too soon, Sam’s cock jumped, shooting his cum and hitting me in the face. I licked my lips, getting a few delicious drops onto my tongue.

“That was good for your first time,” Sam said, sounding pleased. “You’re a natural cocksucker Grant.”

I giggled. I liked that idea.

“Now go wash your face,” Sam ordered me. “I bet Eddie’s going nuts trying to find you.”

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We got downstairs and I found Eddie searching through the house and checking his phone. I had like... a thousand texts from him. His face lit up when he finally saw me.

“Dude, where have you been?” he asked. “I thought you took off!”

“Nah, I was just hanging out with Tyler...” I laughed. “He’s super cool.”

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie agreed. “I didn’t think you and him were gonna get along.”

“Nah bro, he’s a great teacher,” I said.

“Yeah... he teaches yoga, right?” Eddie asked. “Or something like that? I don’t really know him that well.”

“You should get to know him,” I said, putting my arm around Eddie’s shoulders. “This is a really cool party bro.”

Eddie gave me a sideways look.

“Man, you had a few, huh?”

“Huh?”

“Why don’t we head home,” Eddie suggested.

I liked that idea. Eddie was one hot piece of ass. I couldn’t believe we’d lived together all this time and I’d never sucked his cock. I wanted it so bad... or maybe he’d fuck me? I remembered the feeling of Tyler’s bulge pressed against my hole and trembled. God... my hole wanted to fuck.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Take me home.”

Eddie must have had a few beers himself. He stumbled down the street, my arm around him.

“I hope this doesn’t derail your papers,” Eddie said, sounding worried.

“Bro, don’t worry about that shit,” I said. “I’m gonna be fine. Besides, I had a good night.  I relaxed good.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “The way Tyler was leering at you, I was worried you might get freaked out.”

“Nah, he’s a cool dude.”

“Yeah? What’d you two talk about?” Eddie asked.

“He told me how to suck cock,” I said happily. Eddie jerked to a stop. I almost fell over.

“What did you say?” Eddie asked, like he didn’t hear right the first time.

“Tyler showed me how to suck a cock,” I said confused. “Sucking a cock is like... so hot.”

“I mean... I think so, but dude...”

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Grant, buddy... you’re straight.”

“Yeah. I mean... I guess,” I said. “But dude, straight, gay, whatever... you’re hot. I wanna suck your cock too bro.”

Eddie gave me this look like I was screwing with him. I pulled him tighter under my arm, trying to make him feel safe. We were coming up on our building. He stopped us dead in our tracks.

“You’re fucking with me?” he asked, looking me dead in the eye. Eddie’s a little shorter than me, and I loved the way he looked, staring up at my face.

“No way Eddie, I wouldn’t do that,” I said honestly. “I wanna suck your cock.”

“How drunk are you?” he asked cautiously.

“Not that drunk,” I said.

We went inside. Dropped our jackets. Kicked off our shoes.

“I’m going to bed,” Eddie said, stepping inside his room. Fuck, I really wanted his cock.

“Okay bro,” I said. I know I sounded disappointed.

“Come on in if you want,” Eddie said, turning and stepping out of sight.

I grinned and hurried after him into his room.

We didn’t talk as I stripped out of my clothes. I dropped my t-shirt and jeans on the floor, then ditched my boxers beside them. I stood naked beside Eddie’s bed while he just stood and stared at my body.

I stepped forward and kissed him. After a moment he kissed back. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I returned the favour.

“You’re for real,” he said, breathing heavy.

“I wanna suck your cock,” I said again, wishing he’d tear his clothes off.

Wait... I could do that for him.

I reached down and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, peeling it off him in one smooth motion. Then another kiss, and I dropped his pants down to his ankles. Then I was down on my knees, opening my mouth and taking his cock inside of me.

Lick. Suck. Pull. Push. Pull. Suck. Lick, right under the head. I fell into the rhythm that Tyler had taught me earlier. Eddie’s cock was a little shorter than Sam’s, but it was thicker too. It tasted different, but just as wonderful. I could feel a salty taste in my mouth as he got ready to blow his load.

Pop.

I was off his cock, staring at his quivering pole.

“What’s wrong?” he gasped.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” I asked flirtatiously.

“Hell yeah I do,” Eddie replied.

Then I was on the bed, lying flat on my stomach. Eddie smeared something on my hole, then began to push his cock inside of me. I knew instinctively that I had to relax. His cock was so thick, tearing me apart. I loved it.

There’s a spot in my ass... when he hit it, the whole world lit up brighter. I gasped over and over as he drove his cock into me.

And then finally I felt his cum flood my ass, dripping out and down my leg. I blew my load right then, shooting my cum out onto his bedsheets.

Eddie fell on top of me, then rolled off and laid down. I cuddled under his arm, laying my head on his chest. I curled up so I wouldn’t fall off the end of the bed.

“That was amazing,” I said, kissing his neck.

“Fuck... Grant... I never knew,” Eddie said. “You have no many ideas how many times I wished but...”

I never heard the end of the sentence. I was fast asleep in my lovers arms.

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I woke up in a strange bed the next morning. My ass hurt. My jaw was sore. I looked down and saw my roommate Eddie, sleeping peacefully, his head on my chest.

What the fuck.

My memory was fuzzy. That party last night... fuck, I must have gotten majorly drunk.

“Hey lover,” Eddie said, stirring awake.

“Whoa dude... what happened?” I asked.

“Uh...”

“Did you fuck me?” I asked, scrambling out of the bed. Shit, I was naked. I could feel the hair on my leg pulling. Was that... was that dried cum? Oh my god.

“Yeah,” Eddie said nervously. “You... you were begging for it last night.”

My eyes went wide. The memories were flooding back. I remembered asking Eddie for his cock, sucking him and then taking his... oh my god, I sucked off Sam too, and I kissed Tyler, and I was grinding in front of all those people...

“Oh man...” I said. “Dude – I sucked off your professor last night. And I kissed that fag boyfriend of his.”

“Whoa!” Eddie said instinctively.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean... I just, I’m not gay dude.”

“You seemed pretty gay last night,” Eddie pointed out defensively.

“Yeah... fuck, I was begging for it,” I said, shaking my head. I looked at Eddie, remembering the way he turned me on last night. I tried to see it again, but... nothing. He was just a naked guy looking a little terrified.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asked.

“I... uh... I don’t know what happened,” I said. “I... oh shit... I took some pills last night, from Sam’s medicine cabinet. He said something about...”

I tried to remember. The night was so foggy. It was like I’d been on autopilot.

“What kind of pills?” Eddie asked in confusion.

“I don’t know. They were in Sam’s medicine cabinet. I thought maybe they’d get me high... when he caught me with Ty... he said they were uh... Tyler’s ‘special’ pills.”

“You took some pill and it turned you gay?” Eddie asked, sounding too serious for such a silly idea.

“I don’t... I’m looking at you right now dude and I don’t feel anything. But yeah, last night I just wanted you to fuck me... I needed it.”

“Holy shit,” Eddie said suddenly. “Professor Larkin has this secret project he works on sometimes. Super classified kind of stuff. I figured it was military, but what if he’s making some kind of pill that turns people gay?”

It was unbelievable, but so was the dried cum on my leg.

“That must be it,” I said.

“What did it feel like?” Eddie asked curiously. “I mean... I understand if you don’t want to talk about it, but –“

“It was amazing,” I said, cutting him off. “The whole night I felt so horny, but the women weren’t even interesting. I just wanted to get with the guys. My head was so fuzzy the whole time.... it was like I was on autopilot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I just felt relaxed and like... I just did things. Out of my head, you know? Honestly, it was kinda cool.”

“Okay. Well, whatever it was, it’s done now,” Eddie said. “No hard feelings bro?”

“Yeah, no hard feelings,” I said, sliding on my boxers and gathering up my clothes. “I’m gonna go shower.”

I left Eddie in his bedroom, then headed for the shower. As I scrubbed last night off me, my thoughts kept jumping back to the way it felt. Dancing with Ty. Making out with Eddie. Fucking like beasts.

I shrugged my shoulders under the hot water, surprised at how my back was relaxed for the first time all week. I’d never tell Eddie, but last night was so amazing. I feel so free.

I almost wanted to do it again.

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