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Subject: {ASSM} COLLEGE THREESOME (AND THEN SOME) pt. 1 (MM)
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This week's BBW story is actually a repost of three parts of a saga posted 
several years ago, plus the newly-written conclusion it was intended to have 
all along.  (Part 1 doesn't actually have BBW content.  But just wait, 
there's something for everyone in this story!)

If you enjoy it, always glad to hear it at joriskhuysmans -thingy- hotmail 
-thingy- com.  Thanks!



COLLEGE THREESOME (AND THEN SOME) pt. 1 (MM)

by Joris K. Huysmans


In college I had a female friend named Kristin, who everybody thought I was 
dating, and believe me at the time I wished I had been-- but I was just one 
of the many guys she kept around her, thanks to being a stacked blonde.

A casual friend of mine from one of my classes named Steve was quickly 
becoming her latest admirer, I thought.  One night we all went out for 
drinks, and I happened to grab a kind of fedora hat that Kristin had and 
started joking around with wearing it in a Truman Capote-Quentin Crisp kind 
of way.  I wasn't really making fun of gays, well I was a bit but not 
maliciously, it was more playacting than anything else.  At one point I made 
some kind of pretend come-on to Steve, and though I quickly laughed it off, 
there was a definite moment there where the idea seemed to be in the air, 
and Steve's reaction seemed anything but hostile.  Kristin seemed oblivious, 
thankfully.

I soon forgot all about that, but one Saturday night I was home watching 
Saturday Night Live when there was a knock at my apartment door.  To my 
surprise it was Steve with a six-pack, and I invited him in.  We chatted for 
a bit as the show played, sitting on the floor against my bed.  He told me 
that he had gone to see Kristin the night before, to try to get her to quit 
jerking him around and either commit to going out with him or not.  I knew 
where this was leading and there was little that I could say; if I explained 
the truth, that she liked to string guys along and he might as well give up 
now, it would inevitably be interpreted as me trying to reduce the 
competition for her favors.  (At least I'll say this for myself, I was one 
of the few who ever gave up early on and didn't make too much of a fool of 
myself pursuing her.)

He expressed his frustration with her over his first beer, and most of a 
second, and then he grew silent.  The show ended and he seemed kind of 
restless.  I started flipping channels, and he said, "Well, now what are we 
going to do."

I didn't have cable, so TV's options were exhausted pretty quickly.  "I 
don't know," I said.  He was quiet, too, and honest to God, I was still 
clueless about why he had shown up at my door one night after finding sexual 
frustration at Kristin's.  "We could go out to a bar or something," I 
offered.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, but didn't make any move to get up.  Okay, maybe 
by now it was starting to dawn on me.  "Well, it's late, maybe I better go," 
he said, and this time he did start to get up.

"Did you..." I started to say something, but then I wasn't sure what.  He 
was hot for Kristin, he couldn't be thinking-- and besides, he knew my 
girlfriend Maura, there was no reason for him to think that I-- other, that 
is, than the fact that I'd come on to him.  Suddenly, the idea sent 
butterflies through my stomach.

Maybe a little background is in order.  I had never had sex with a guy, and 
I'd had several girlfriends in college.  But the idea didn't freak me out, 
either-- in fact, I was curious enough, open enough to experimentation, and 
I had even toyed with the idea of picking somebody up in the well-trafficked 
restrooms in the student union, where glory holes had been carved in the 
stalls for decades. Toyed with it in my anything-goes jackoff fantasies, 
that is, but never seriously considered it in the light of day.  Since Steve 
had never given any overt signs of being gay, I'd never looked at him that 
way, though the fact was, to a full-time gay man I think he'd have been 
pretty cute-- tall, rangy, blond and kind of droopy-eyed in a Nordic way.   
Now, suddenly, I was looking at him that way, and the thought was occurring 
to me-- did I want to fuck a guy? This one in particular?  Well, actually, 
why not.  If, that is, it was what he wanted to do.

"What?" he asked, and now he was staring at me earnestly.  I thought we were 
going to have to have a whole conversation about it, but as my experience 
since then has taught me, you almost never do.  There just comes a point 
where you're two guys looking at each other like two guys who aren't going 
to have sex don't look at each other.

My throat dried up, but I got it out.  "You don't have to go," I said.  "You 
could... stay."

"The night?" he asked.

"Yeah," I croaked out, and now I reached out and grabbed his hand.  That 
seemed kind of silly, schoolgirlish, and so I started rubbing his leg in his 
jeans. He grabbed me around the waist and pulled me toward him, and then he 
pulled his shirt off.  I did the same and then we embraced.  I liked the 
feel of his hard chest against mine and after nuzzling cheeks for a moment 
it seemed like the thing to do was to kiss him.  It clearly surprised him, 
though.  I didn't know that a lot of gay guys don't kiss, so I just forced 
my tongue into his mouth and we were soon sucking each other's tongues as I 
ran one hand up over his flat stomach, rubbing his nipples, and used the 
other to massage a rapidly hardening place in his jeans.  "We don't have to 
do anything you don't want to do," he whispered to me.

"I'll keep that in mind," I said, as I moved down to lick his nipple.  We 
were going to do something I'd wanted to do for a long time.  Actually, it 
had long been my thought that if I ever ended up in bed with a guy, I would 
want to suck him off first, just in case my enthusiasm for the whole idea 
dissipated once I came.  So I nuzzled the hard place straining inside his 
jeans as I popped the button and unzipped it.  His white cotton underwear 
immediately sprang up at me, and I took in a whiff of summer sweat and heat 
cooped up in his jeans. Well, we can do something about that, I thought, and 
I yanked his shorts down below his balls and ass.

It kind of took my breath away, being face to face with a cock like that, 
the thin shaft straining up at me and the lazy balls rolling away.  He 
looked at me to see what I would do next and so I thought, here's where we 
separate the men from the boys, and stuck my tongue out and bobbed the end 
of it with my lips. It twitched in my mouth and I knew I wanted more, so 
juicing my mouth up I started lubing his shaft, taking a little more in with 
each up-and-down until I felt the head sliding all the way against the back 
of my throat and my nose was nuzzling in his scratchy fur.

I ran my head up and down the shaft, taking time to trace the heart-shaped 
knob, savor the musky smell of it and the feel of a stiff cock sliding up 
and down the length of my tongue as he caressed the back of my head.  A few 
minutes of that, and then suddenly he jerked hard, convulsing, and I tasted 
saltycome filling  my mouth.  I swallowed the first shot and another one 
took its place, which I ran over the head, making his cock twitch almost 
painfully as the next dribble oozed out onto my tongue.  I ran my hand along 
the length of it to squeeze  the last globs out onto my lips, then swallowed 
the oyster and finished up the last few drops by moving up to kiss him again 
and smearing his own cum over his lips.

As we kissed and he held me in his arms he started jacking my cock, which 
was flying  high, believe me, as I thought in amazement over the thing I had 
just done--sucked a cock, swallowed a guy's cum.  He started moving down and 
he took my cock in his mouth, smoothly sliding his lips and tongue up and 
down on it as he jacked me off.  Laying back, still tasting the cum in my 
mouth, I felt sort of distant from the action, so I motioned to him to roll 
on one side and then I slid around into a 69 position, his limp penis still 
dripping a little as I gave it an affectionate little kiss.  He took me back 
in his mouth, trying not to scrape the underside with his teeth as I started 
to lick on his loose ball sack, taking one in and then the other.  I must 
have been a little too vigorous because he squirmed a little at that, so I 
left his balls alone and started licking my way toward his asshole.  I was 
amazing myself at what I was doing, but there was nothing I wanted more at 
that point than to jam my tongue into his brown hole. As I did that he 
started playing with mine, too, and I felt a finger slip up my ass--nothing 
new there, plenty of my girlfriends had done that.  Then I stuck one into 
his as I licked the wrinkled edges of his spicy asshole.  The thought of 
what I was doing--licking ass with cum in my mouth and a guy's finger up my 
own hole as he sucked my cock--pow, it was over and I shot ribbons of steamy 
cum into his mouth.

I lay back, still dazzled with the thought of what I was doing and the new 
possibilities it opened up to me--not being gay, exactly, being everything 
all at once.  He held me and rubbed his legs against mine, which was sexy in 
a way I had never even thought about a guy being sexy before.  After a 
little bit of this I started to rise again (ah, youth) and as I grabbed his 
cock it started to stiffen in my hands, too.  He looked at me as if to say 
What do you want to do now?  I took a breath and answered the question he 
hadn't even asked.  "I want you to fuck me," I said.

I dug out some KY from the nightstand and then rolled over as he massaged it 
into my asshole.  That was pretty great in itself, just feeling him working 
the warm goo into my hole.  I spread my ass wide and he rubbed the head at 
the end of it, and I tried to relax as the bulb strained to pop its way 
inside; but it just wasn't happening.  "We could do something else," he 
said, a bit unhappily.

"Let's give it the old Scoutmaster try," I said, rolling over onto my back.  
  I stuffed a pillow under my ass and spread my legs open, showing him my 
asshole.  I wanted to watch him pound away at my ass like I was his 
girlfriend, and somehow that did the trick; my legs in the air up around his 
head, it was easier this time, and I felt the head pop inside me and then 
that long shaft root me open and fill me deeper and fuller than any finger 
or candle I or a girl had ever shoved in there myself.  As he rammed away at 
me, sliding his cock in and out of my virgin ass and I watched him use my 
butt, I felt completely ravished.

And at that moment I heard the key in the front door unlock.  He kind of 
stopped in mid-stroke, which I thought was kind of funny, like if Tom found 
me with a cock shoved up my ass but the guy wasn't humping away, then he 
might not think I was a fag.  Well, fuck that, or rather, fuck me.  I 
squeezed his cock hard with my ass and pumped up and down, saying loud 
enough to be heard in the kitchen, "Oh, God, yes, fuck me, fuck my ass like 
a bitch, oh, God yes."

That seemed to have the desired effect and Steve started ramming away again. 
It wasn't long before he seized up and I could feel his cock firing away, 
with each squirt seeming to expand inside my raw asshole.  He sank on top of 
me, exhausted and sweaty, and I kissed the sweat from his forehead as his 
cock shrank and pulled out of my ass.  He lay there, but I knew there was 
something I wanted to do and so I rolled out from under him and climbed on, 
spreading his cheeks with my hand as I massaged his asshole with the KY.  I 
wiped the end of my cock with some of the goo and then climbed on top of 
him.  "No--I don't think I can--aaarrrrooh" was his response as I plumbed 
past his ring and deep into his bowels in one stroke.  I wasn't really in to 
taking no for an answer from a ready asshole at that point.  As I fucked him 
in the ass, him humping the bed under me, I reached around and grabbed my 
own sore, reddened asshole, feeling it smeared with his cum.  I jabbed my 
finger as far as I could reach into it and ripped at my own asshole with my 
finger as I felt my cock stiffen and explode inside Steve's ass.

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