Sitting On My Buddy’s Lap 06

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Chapter 6: The Day After Thanksgiving

After he finally stuck it in me, Seth and I were cool after that. For the first few days, I was tentative, waiting for him to have another thoughtful day of gay panic and “needing space”, but it never came. I settled into a routine of spending a lot of time with him, exploring this weirdly new “bisexual” thing. The rest of the frat figured out pretty quickly that we were hooking up, and I basically lived in his room for a bit. 

I came back to my dorm in the middle of the day one day to find my roommate getting dicked down from both ends. It was clear that he was used to me being out, and he was amping up his slutty ways in my absence. The two jacked dudes didn’t even stop pummeling his poor holes when I walked in. I guess there were multiple guys coming and going and they assumed I was just the next guy in line. 

I started cracking up when I saw the scene, but had to admit it looked kind of fun. He gave me a quick wave and then ignored me. 

I told him, “Thanks for the advice the other day,” and he gave me a thumbs up, never taking the dick out of his mouth. I grabbed my stuff and headed out.

At the frat, no one really cared about Seth and me. But a couple weeks after we started seeing each other openly, Chris cornered me at a party.

“Dude,” he said, a red cup in his hand, “I gotta know. When you gave me a handjob, was that a gay thing, or just a bro thing?”

“What do you mean?” I said, trying to understand him over the music. 

“DOES THAT MAKE ME GAY?” he shouted.

I started cracking up, and grabbed him by both shoulders, looking him in the eye. “NO,” I said right in his face.

I saw a relieved look pass across his dumb, jock face. His head started beating to the rhythm of the music, and he wandered away from me. 

Seth came up behind me and grabbed my hips. I smiled, knowing it was him.

“Hey,” he said into my ear. 

“Hey,” I said back, reaching a hand behind me to feel his muscles. 

He turned me around to face him. 

“Aren’t you staying here for Thanksgiving?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at me.

“Yeah,” I said with a shrug, “My parents are going on a cruise for it, I’m just gonna do a Friendsgiving here on campus.”

“Come home with me, then,” he said with a nervous smile, almost biting his lip. 

My face turned red. The idea of being in a real relationship was freaking me out a bit. 

“Really?” I said. I saw a little hurt in his eyes. 

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “I’ll miss you otherwise.”

I grabbed his big bicep. “Ok.”

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After a long drive, we showed up at his place.

His family was cool, laid-back. His brother, Rob was there too, walking in from the kitchen with a bowl of chips. And Jesus, he was just as big and juicy as Seth. Same wide shoulders, same thick thighs, same confident smirk. I hated that I noticed how hot he was. I never used to notice guys before Seth. I only knew that they had an emotional effect on me, making me feel small. But now it was like my brain had unlocked a new category against my will, and I knew that in their big arms I would feel safe, and happy, and warm, and horny.

The day after Thanksgiving, we went out with some of his high school friends and drove down to the beach. It was warm, even at night, which felt unreal to me since I grew up on the East Coast where November meant coats and icy frost.

The whole time, his friends were poking at us, asking him questions, asking me questions. His friend Derek, one of the louder ones, finally turned toward me while we walked through the sand.

“So how’d you turn him gay?” he asked. “Like… what did you do?”

I chuckled through my nose. “It was the other way around. He liked my ass.”

“No way,” Seth said, having overheard us, shaking his head. “He tempted me first. Dude’s had a dumptruck bubble butt since freshman year.”

I shoved him, embarrassed, but he barely budged.

The three of us ended up back at Derek’s place. His parents were out. Lights were low in the basement. The three of us sitting around on a fancy couch in front of a giant TV, talking about nothing at first.

Derek suddenly said, “So… was it gay for you when we used to beat off together all the time?”

My eyes went wide. “You… did that?”

Seth grabbed his face with both hands. “Bro. Why would you say that?”

“I dunno,” Derek shrugged. “Just wanted to know if that was gay.”

Seth tried playing it off, mumbling something about how it wasn’t gay for him, but then added, almost too casually, “Derek does have a nice dick though.”

Derek puffed up. “Obviously.”

They started talking about their favorite porn stars, pulling up their old links on their phones, comparing them like stats on a sports team. They played a few clips, and I felt myself turn red. Their energy shifted as they kept scrolling. Their legs opened wider without them thinking about it, and I felt myself get hard. Derek tugged at the crotch of his shorts while laughing at something Seth said, and Seth rubbed over himself too, casually like it was nothing. They pulled me into the conversation, showing me clips on their phones. I felt my pulse get fast, imagining myself dropped between their open legs like the girl in half the videos they watched, and the idea bounced around in my head.

Their breathing changed. They both leaned closer to Derek’s phone, shoulders touching, staring in total silence for a few seconds. Something hot rolled through my stomach.

I slid off the couch and onto my knees without saying a word. It felt natural at this point. They didn’t react, and they didn’t stop me. That quiet agreement felt heavy.

I wanted them to relive whatever memories they had of jerking together back in high school, but I also wanted to insert myself into it. I reached up and unbuttoned Seth’s jeans first. He lifted his hips a bit to help me, eyes still on the phone. Derek watched for a moment, then unbuttoned his own jeans one-handed while still scrolling. My body heated up fast as I pulled out my own dick, wanting to match them, all of us on the same rhythm.

I wrapped a hand around each of them, testing their warmth and weight, and neither of them said a thing. That silence made everything more intense, like all three of us knew we were crossing a line, and we were all rock hard about it.

I compared our sizes in my head. Even at a solid 6.5 inches, I was clearly the smallest. Seth and Derek were both thick and long, throbbing pink-red and white poles of meat. They didn’t even seen to care how big they were. Their confidence was just a given. Derek smirked at me when he noticed me looking back and forth among all our dicks, admiring their length and girth, then nodded toward Seth like it was some inside joke they’d had.

“Seth was always top banana,” Derek said, grinning while Seth rolled his eyes.

I stroked Seth slowly at first, trying to feel out exactly how sensitive he was with Derek sitting right there next to him. His cock twitched in my hand, already leaking a little. The way his thighs tensed told me he was fighting the urge to buck up into my palm. I heard his breathing change, short and shaky, and that was when I leaned in and wrapped my mouth around him.

He jerked his hips up immediately, like his body had been waiting for my wet lips. His cock filled my mouth fast, pushing deeper than I expected. I held his thighs to steady him, feeling how thick and solid they were under my palms. Every time he pushed up into me, his abs tightened, holding his breath.

Derek pretended to ignore us for a few seconds. I could see him scrolling on his phone out of the corner of my eye as his big dick just throbbed in mid air, but his grip kept tightening around the device like he was losing focus. When he couldn’t fake it anymore, he reached out and grabbed the back of my hair, fingers threading in deep, guiding me toward him.

I let Seth slip from my mouth and moved over to Derek, who was already throbbing in my hand. He nudged the head against my lips, impatient. I opened up and took him in, and he wasn’t shy about guiding me down farther. His hand on the back of my neck tightened just enough to make me feel controlled.

Seth jerked himself while he watched me service his friend, and soon Derek pushed my head back to Seth.

Going back and forth between them felt unreal. I had one hand on each thigh, feeling every flex and twitch, every unspoken, involuntary reaction. They both grunted under their breath, almost giggling to each other, not loud, but completely unable to hide how hot they thought it was. Their cocks were heavy in my hands, bigger than mine by a solid margin, and the way they sat there letting me work them over made it feel like I was unlocking yet another new kink.

When I pushed him deep, Derek muttered curses under his breath, but they came out as loose, needy sounds more than words, almost whimpering. He would keep one hand at the back of my neck, thumb rubbing the base of my skull like he was rewarding me in some way, or communicating with me through touch. Seth reached down and ran his thumb along my jaw every time I went deep on him, a soft gesture that contradicted how hard his hips kept jerking.

Derek wrapped his arm around Seth’s shoulders, pulling him in close. Their heads leaned together like they were watching the same thing on a screen, but the thing they were watching was me. The casual intimacy between them hit me hard. They were completely at ease doing this side by side, like old teammates just warming up.

It drove me wild, watching them act like this was normal for them, like I was just adding to something they already knew how to do. They weren’t nervous or overthinking it. They were two straight dudes with a shared history, letting instinct take over.

They were true nut bros.

Eventually Seth tested how far I’d go in front of his friend. He got up and dropped to his knees behind me. His hands spread me open with this steady confidence, like he had been waiting for the angle all night. When his tongue slid between my cheeks, my whole body jolted forward, and I accidentally took more of Derek in my mouth, pressing open the walls of my throat. The sudden shift made Derek’s hips twitch up off the couch.

“Jesus,” Derek exhaled, laughing through his breath. I felt his hand tighten in my hair. “Bro… that’s insane. This is… crazy gay.”

But he didn’t pull back. His cock kept throbbing against my tongue, like his body didn’t care what label he was trying to slap on it.

Seth ate me out like he was starved, loud and sloppy, and the more he pushed his face between my cheeks, the hungrier he got. His grip on the meat of my butt cheeks changed from spreading me open to pulling me toward him, like he needed more of me. His fingers started joining in, testing how relaxed my hole was, how far he could push. Slow at first. Careful with one finger. Then deeper, confident, like he already knew my body. Two fingers.

I felt Derek staring. He tried to pretend he wasn’t, holding the phone porn in front of him, but I could sense the way his breathing shifted. His phone might as well have been abandoned. His legs widened a little and he pushed me down to lick his balls and his taint. His free hand stroked himself while his other stayed tangled in my hair.

Then Seth’s breath warmed the base of my spine as he murmured lowly, “Let us finish on you.”

I nodded instinctively. I moved, shifting my body on the rug, face down, arching my back so both of them could see my hole clearly. Seth pulled my cheeks apart and stuck two fingers in, spreading me open, and I watched them over my shoulder as he gaped me. I knew I looked desperate, shaved clean, ready for whatever they wanted.

Derek’s face changed instantly. Interest. Hunger. Confusion. All at once.

“It’s basically a girl’s ass,” Derek muttered, rubbing himself harder. “So… bubbly. I can see the pink inside him.”

Seth grabbed my cheek with one hand, squeezing it possessively, and aimed his dick at my hole with his other. He slipped the head in just barely, not even trying to enter all the way, teasing me. Then he popped out and slid between my cheeks again, letting his cock smear spit all over me. My hole fluttered at the sudden empty feeling, and I made it wink without thinking.

Derek groaned out loud, like the sound punched out of him. He stroked himself faster, eyes locked on my hole as Seth kept humping at my wet, messy ass, coating me with spit and pre-cum.

“He’s a juicy piece of ass,” Seth said, voice thick and slurred with gooner energy. This was his zone. His trance. He always hit this level when he focused on my ass long enough.

“But it’s…” Derek muttered, like he was trying to talk himself out of it, even if his dick was hard as hell. His cock jutted out from his body, dripping onto his stomach in heavy strings.

He denied it one last time, but that didn’t stop Seth. Seth grabbed Derek by the hips and pulled him closer to me, guiding him like he was a toy he wanted positioned just right. Derek didn’t resist. He moved like he was being pushed by gravity, not by Seth’s hands.

His cock pressed against my hole, and I felt the heat of him, the size, the hesitation. Then he slipped in a few inches in one sudden, instinctive move. My hole tightened around him immediately. I felt the pulse and throb of him inside me, the disbelief in his breath.

“This is… too gay… too— fuck—”

He tried to say more, but his body betrayed him first. The first jet of his cum shot deep inside me before he could finish the sentence. I felt the warmth fill me, sudden and thick. His body flinched and he slipped out of me fast, panicked by his own reaction, and the rest of his cum spilled across my ass in hard, frantic bursts while he held his dick by the base, and Seth held his hips and kept him aimed at me. He grabbed my hip like he needed an anchor just to stay upright.

When Seth let him go, Derek plopped his naked ass back onto the couch, catching his breath, while Seth’s eyes lit up like he won the lottery. He looked excited to use Derek’s cum. I had a feeling it was a long time coming. His eyes locked onto my ass like he had been waiting for his turn. He dragged the slick mess across my cheeks with the thick length of his dick, smearing it around with slow strokes and pressing it toward my hole. It was all the lube he wanted. Each time he slid the head over my hole, he pushed just enough to make it dimple inward before pulling back again, teasing me with this playful rhythm that made my whole body heat up. 

I expected some serious post nut clarity from Derek, but he surprised us. He kept his still hard cock gripped tight in his fist, eyes locked on my ass like he was fighting some internal argument. Then he blurted out, “Just fuck him!” His voice cracked with this wild psuedo-mania, like he couldn’t stop the words from escaping.

Seth’s expression shifted instantly. A crazed half smile spread across his face, the kind he got when he slipped fully into that gooner headspace. He grabbed my hips and dragged me back onto him, lining himself up with a hungry focus. The head pushed in slowly, stretching me inch by inch while my body clenched tight around him. Seth exhaled through his teeth, long and shaky, as he kept sliding deeper. He leaned forward and put his muscular chest along my back. His abs tightened, his grip on my waist got firmer, and when he bottomed out, he let out this low groan that vibrated through my whole back and body. 

He fucked me hard, gripping my hips and making my whole body rock with each thrust. Derek leaned forward on the couch, stroking himself again, his voice breaking into these raw, excited sounds every time Seth slammed into me. The room felt hot and loud with breathing and skin and movement.

I shifted my body, opening my mouth for Derek again. He guided his cock between my lips, his hand on the back of my head like he needed the contact to stay steady. As I sucked him, I felt him twitch almost immediately, this shaky, desperate pulse that told me he was already close again.

Seth held me tight and groaned as he suddenly came inside me, his thrusts slowing, grinding deep to push it all in. My whole body trembled at the warmth spilling into me, and when he pulled out, I felt some of it slide down my thigh.

Derek looked up at Seth. "Did you just..."

"Yeah," Seth said, catching his breath and giving my ass a slap to make it slightly jiggle.

I wiped my mouth and looked up at Derek, breathing hard, pupils blown wide as he stared at my messy ass. “You need to fuck me for real too.”

Derek didn’t hesitate this time. He got behind me, lined himself up, and pushed in with a slow grind that made my whole body tense. Once he bottomed out, he grabbed my waist and started thrusting with this steady, hungry rhythm that made my arms shake as I held myself up.

It built fast. His hips hit me hard, pushing me forward each time, and I felt his breath getting louder behind me. Seth slid under me again, pulling me down so my stomach brushed his chest. He wrapped his mouth around me, sucking with this practiced focus that made my thighs tremble. Every time Derek slammed into me, Seth took more of me in his mouth.

I couldn’t hold back. My whole body tightened and I came into Seth’s mouth while Derek kept pounding, his grip tightening on my hips like he needed to feel every pulse of it.

My hole clenched hard around him while I came, and that pushed Derek over the edge. He grabbed my shoulders, yanked me fully onto him, and we all fell into a messy pile, while Derek held my body against him as he finished inside me, pulsing deep, his breath shaking against the back of my neck while my hips smothered Seth, who braced underneath me.

I don’t know the exact moment when I became a full-on cum dump for strong men, but I knew after that experience that I loved the way their attention settled on my juicy, bubble butt like it was made for them. The way their hands grabbed me, the way their bodies used mine, the way they looked at me like I was something they craved. Being handled by big, strong guys who actually enjoyed my body lit something inside me I hadn’t felt before. And then there was Seth, giving me that mix of affection and hunger that made my stomach twist in the best way.

It still hit me sometimes that all of this should have felt wrong, but the truth was it felt perfect in a way I couldn’t deny. My nerves and the thrill blended together until I couldn’t tell them apart, and maybe that was why I kept letting myself fall deeper into whatever this was.