10
Shannon listened to Lisa, his best friend, tell him about two of their classmates getting into trouble in English for passing notes. He wondered what the notes were about. Could it be one flirting with the other. It was happening more often in ninth grade.
“Please stand for the National Anthem,” said Lee Roy over the loudspeaker.
Shannon and Lisa stood with the others as the National Anthem began. It signified the baseball game was about to begin. Around them were mostly tenth, eleventh, and twelfth graders, with few of their classmates staying after school for the baseball game. Shannon stayed for the game because his older brother, Carter, was on the team, thus he had to wait until after the game to get a ride home. He had begged Lisa to stay with him so as not to be the only ninth grader in the bleachers.
Looking around, Shannon looked at the older boys in the bleachers, finding his usual attractions still haunted him, made him feel different. He wondered if anyone could see it, how he looked at the boys. Glancing over at Lisa, he saw her looking toward the dugout and knew she was looking at Clay and Owen, two of the team’s seniors. The muscular arms that stretched the sleeves of their shirts and the round asses filled the pants so enticingly. Shannon considered the two older boys again, knowing he would mess around with either of them, but it was Owen that really fueled his imagination.
He tried to picture the tall dirty blonde naked. What Owen’s body would look fully exposed to him. He’d seen Owen shirtless last month at the fundraiser for the volunteer fire department where some of the guys started a tag football game, one side skins, the other shirts. It had made Shannon breathless to see Owen, Clay, and Jesse without their shirts. But it was Owen that made him think those thoughts, imaginings of such a lewd nature he felt his face warm with his blushing whenever he remembered it.
Owen Marshall Collins, Senior, 6’-2”, 183, First Baseman; all stats from the website for the team, stats and the photograph of Owen, Shannon had stared at far too often. In the photograph, Owen still had long hair, but last week he had shown up on a Monday with it cut short. To Shannon’s eyes, it made Owen appear older, more mature. More attractive.
Carter was up to bat, and pitch after pitch was called ball. Carter was known for good hits that put the ball deep in left field, so it was obvious the pitcher was going to take his chances with the next batter for an out.
When Carter jogged to first base, Owen came to the plate, loosely swinging the bat. Shannon smiled, for the pitcher may have made a grave error, for Owen, if he connected solidly on the ball, would put it over the fence. He watched the first pitch go wide, then the next cross the plate in the strike zone, getting called by the umpire. On the third pitch, Owen swung, and the ball sailed toward the fence.
Shannon stood and cheered with all the rest.
9
Shannon came from the stockroom with boxes of gloves and caps. It was the last Saturday of April and his parent’s garden shop was busy. Carter and their mom worked at the two registers, their dad and Evelyn Wallace, their only full-time employee, helped customers on the floor, while he kept stock on the floor.
He went down the aisle and dropped the boxes on the floor, cut them open, and began to hang the gloves on the peg hooks. Despite the gloves all being for gardening, there were so many it boggled the mind. Men, women, children, and different sizes for each was expected, but the various styles, colors, and marketing for different specific purposes were to the point of being ridiculous to Shannon, especially since it was his job to keep them all stocked on their respected hooks.
“Excuse me, could you show me where the submersible pumps are located?”
Shannon turned to see Cody Harris standing nearby. He knew the man by reputation. Somewhere around thirty years of age, lived in the house left to him by a great aunt, a two-story farmhouse, and a ‘confirmed bachelor’ per Evelyn and other women of the community. Shannon had never been this close to Harris, and he found himself looking at the reddish-brown hair, then the green eyes staring back waiting for his reply. Despite knowing not to do it, he surveyed the muscular body with the plaid shirt and dark blue work pants. He wondered if confirmed bachelor meant what he hoped and he wondered if Cody Harris could look at him with the same curiosity he felt toward him.
“They’re in the next room with the power tools. I’ll show you,” Shannon replied getting to his feet. He pushed the boxes up against the base of the fixture and led Harris to the back salesroom. He sensed the man right behind him, how he seemed to be about his same height. Cutting to the end of the aisle then back toward the wide opening to the rear saleroom, they pass by his dad. As they neared, his dad looked up.
“Mr. Harris is looking for our submersible pumps. I’ll show him where they are located, but if he has any questions, can you help him?” said Shannon.
“Of course,” said Ryan Thompson. “Cody, let me know if you need some help.”
“Thanks Ryan, but I know which model I need, I just need your boy to show me where you keep them hidden,” Cody replied in a friendly tone.
Being called a boy made Shannon flinch, for he was fourteen and didn’t feel like a boy. But he knew to Cody Harris he wasn’t a man either. But he wondered what Cody Harris would say if he showed him how far away from some little boy he had become. As he led Harris to the back, the fantasy of doing something with the man fueled his imagination to the point he stammered when pointing out all the pumps.
During the rest of the day, Shannon found himself pulled away to help someone. He knew it was okay to do so, in fact his mom had told him to expect it, for some people felt more inclined to ask someone stocking shelves than a salesperson they thought might try to a hard sales pitch for other items. He didn’t mind the interruptions, except it kept him behind all day, never able to keep everything fully stocked up.
He had helped James Houston, who farmed the largest farm in the region. He had helped Jesse, Carter’s classmate and teammate on the baseball team, surveying the older boy whenever Jesse was focused on the weed eater accessories. He recalled the stats from the team’s website. 5’-10”, 160, right field, and Shannon added the other stats, those that were just as equally important to him. Vividly blue eyes, dark brown hair, and up close he saw the outline of a beard making Jesse look more mature. Wearing a shirt with the sleeves cut off, he also saw the muscular arms imagining them holding him down and doing things, like kissing and touching until he had to focus his attention on what Jesse had been saying.
He had helped the widow Matthews find Epsom salt, Curtis Weaver find the gloves he had stocked earlier in the day, and he had helped a man he didn’t know but with black hair and green eyes. It had taken all he could do not to fawn over the man.
8
Shannon sat in the passenger seat of Carter’s Tahoe while he filled the gas tank. Now that Carter was going to the community college nearly forty miles away, he was burning through fuel. Shannon looked around at others filling gas tanks or pulling up to the curb of the convenience store to go inside. Rachel, who was a year behind Carter pulled up in her Honda, waving at Carter as she eased by to pull up to the next pump. Mark Henderson pulled up in an old CJ7 shirtless and in ratty jeans and Shannon watched him climb out and start filling his tank. He looked at the lean upper body, the black hair that needed cutting, and the tattoos along the left bicep, knowing the left calf was inked as well. Mark was the bad boy all the girls wanted, and Shannon looked at how he leaned against the old Jeep, legs stretched out, elbows resting on the top of the fender, watching Rachel fuel her Honda. Just how bad was Mark, Shannon wondered. Bad enough to cross the line and do it with another guy? He imagined it, down on his knees in front of that bulging crotch.
A truck pulled up on the other side of the pump. It was a white heavy-duty Chevy with the name of the tractor dealership from the next county, and Shannon looked around and saw it was towing a trailer. A young guy climbed out of the truck, someone who couldn’t be more than sixteen or seventeen. The first thing Shannon noticed was the blonde hair, then he noticed the pretty boy good looks, then he noticed the lean build.
It was too much. A boy he didn’t know but wanted to for he was too damn cute. He climbed out of the Tahoe and went around the front to the driver’s side.
“I’m going to get a drink. You want something?” said Shannon to Carter.
“Yes, grab me coke.”
Shannon slipped between the pumps right at the open cab door of the Chevy, looking over at the pretty boy punching information into the keypad on the pump. Shorter than his own 5’-11”, maybe 5’-8” or so, but that didn’t matter to him when he saw the way the jeans fit on a round ass. He bumped into the front of the truck turning too quick, and saw the pretty boy look his way and smile.
Shannon felt his face flush with embarrassment as he headed toward the store.
When he came back out with two drinks in hand, Carter had the Tahoe idling, waiting on his return. He climbed into the cool cab, handed over a drink, then buckled in. As Carter pulled away, Shannon had to ask.
“Do you know that guy,” looking toward the blonde pretty boy.
“He’s the son of the owner of the tractor dealership. His last name is Murphy, but I have no idea what his first name is. Why?”
“He just looked familiar, but I couldn’t place him,” Shannon lied fighting the urge to look back.
Carter pulled out onto the highway and accelerated toward their home. “Is dad taking you to get your learner’s permit next week?”
“Mom is going to take me.”
“Her car will be easier to maneuver.”
7
Shannon was riding along Sandy Springs Road, a typical two-lane highway in the community. The markings faded, the edge broken, and sections alligatored ready to break apart. But on the mountain bicycle with its larger tires, the ride was smooth as long as he avoided the road’s edge or potholes. He had ridden for ten miles, getting further and further from home, knowing each mile out was another mile he would have to ride back. He normally rode on Gates Road to the north, but the county was replacing the bridge at Coldwater Creek, so he rode the extra mile to pick up Sandy Springs Road. He had not been on the road in a long time for it didn’t go to town or down to the interstate, instead just went to the east to the river separating the counties where it connected with Madison Road that ran parallel with the river.
He was sweating and felt loose with the exertion of continuously pedaling. He kept his head down and eyes ahead watching for potholes and approaching traffic. In the small rearview mirrors, he watched for traffic coming from behind. Since turning on the road he had not been passed by a vehicle. He pedaled hard climbing a slight grade as the road swept to the south, then back east. On both sides of the road pine grew in rows, only about ten feet tall from being planted after a clear cut a few years prior.
The rides made him feel better, one of the few ways he enjoyed exercising, and he kept up a steady pace as he considered his approaching graduation. He was seventeen, soon to be eighteen and about to graduate from high school. It made him feel so excited. One more summer at home feeling isolated, unable or too fearful to try to meet another boy. There were a few online but most were older, young men who knew exactly what they wanted. And for Shannon, being a virgin, he didn’t know what he would want from another guy. He imagined all sorts of scenarios, but he truly didn’t know which would truly excite him, make him feel right. If only there was a way to hook up with one of the older boys without Carter or anyone else finding out about it. He knew it seemed like it should be so simple, but he imagined all sorts of obstacles, or ways everything could get sideways.
He was pinning his hopes for the fall when he started college. He knew what he wanted to major in, unlike his brother who finally quit, to work with the family business. He intended to arrive on campus and fight his tendency to be introverted, maybe even coming out in the dorm. Whatever it took to meet someone. But he wished in so many ways he could arrive on campus not a virgin.
As the road straightened, a farm came up on the right. A two-story farmhouse with two barns behind it. One was old, a wooden structure with a rusted tin roof and the other a pre-engineered metal structure that looked alien next to the house and other barn. Soybeans grew in the fields on both sides of the road and up ahead, someone was bushhogging the ditch. They were on a small tractor with no enclosed cab like the larger tractors. Shannon kept glancing from the road to the man on the tractor as he drew near. The first thing he noticed was the bare upper body, shiny with sweat in the bright sunlight. Then he noticed the hairy chest, the muscular build, then recognition, for it was Cody Harris.
He looked from the road to Cody Harris, each time spending more time staring at the man than the road. He quickly closed the distance between them and found they were watching each other.
Suddenly the bicycle was shaking violently and Shannon looked down to see he was going off the road, bouncing over the broken edge of the pavement. Too late he saw a piece of asphalt angled up in the worst position. The front wheel hit it and stopped pitching him over the handlebars. It was like frozen moments in time, just fragments of awareness. Going over the handlebars. Clearing the bike, head down, feet up. The rotation in the air until he glimpsed the sky. Then landing hard momentarily blacking out.
“Hey, are you alright?”
The voice had a fearful tone. Shannon saw light through his eyelids then something moving between the sun and his face.
“Hey, HEY, are you okay?”
“Yes, yes,” Shannon uttered as he opened his eyes to see Cody Harris hovering just above him. The face covered in sweat, the reddish-brown hair dark and wet around the perimeter, and staring down the blue eyes. “I just need to sit up a minute.”
Cody helped Shannon to sit up, cradling him around the shoulders. Shannon looked up at Cody, stared into the blue eyes losing himself, forgetting where he was at, and he reached across with his right hand and placed it softly on Cody’s cheek feeling the stubble and heat through his fingers. He slid the hand down, along the neck, over the collar bone and to the chest where he raked fingers through the matted chest hair feeling the sweat slick skin, the very heat of it warming his fingers.
Cody’s eyes widened, at first a look of being pleased, but it changed quickly, to one of surprise then something else. Was it fear that made Cody jump back from him.
“We can’t…you can’t…no, it’s not right,” said Cody.
“But I’ll be eighteen in two weeks and—”
“No, no, you’re still…Jesus, you’re Ryan Thompson’s son and…what would he say—”
“He doesn’t have to know. Don’t you find me attractive?”
“I’ll know. You’re jailbait. Do you get that?”
“But—”
“No, not happening. Now let’s check your bicycle and if you need me to take you home I will.”
Shannon didn’t respond at first, instead climbed to his feet and picked up his bicycle. “It’s fine,” he mumbled as he climbed on it. He knew Cody was right. Even if Cody was willing, should the wrong person found out Cody would be in a lot of trouble within the community. “I’m sorry,” he exclaimed then pedaled away quickly not giving Cody time to respond.
6
Shannon rushed out of the garden center heading down the street to the new burger joint that opened in the old bar-be-cue place. He had an hour for lunch before needing to get back and relieve Carter for his lunch. He rushed down the sidewalk glad to see arriving before 11:30 let him beat any rush for lunch that might occur. He entered the restaurant and was greeted by a woman.
“Welcome to Sidney’s, will you be dining in, or will this be a carry out?”
“I’m dining in,” said Shannon as he glanced around the dining room seeing there were already several seated.
“How about this table.”
Shannon turned to see her pointing to a small two-top right at the front window. “Yes, that works. Thanks.”
After a quick review of the menu, he ordered a burger and drink, then opened his cellphone to kill time until his food arrived. As he sat, the front door opened with others arriving for lunch. An elderly couple, two men from the bank wearing dress shirts and ties making them stand out, then a couple of girls from school that were a year behind him. A nod in greeting, and he watched them led to a booth along the back wall. The door swung open again, and he turned to see Owen Collins stroll in. Shannon couldn’t help it. He looked from the attractive face down the muscular body to the bulging crotch and back up seeing Owen staring back.
“Hey Shannon, on your lunch break?”
“Yes.”
“Carter working?”
“He’s working the register, but he’ll take lunch when I get back.”
Owen looked around the dining room, then over to the hostess coming his way. Shannon saw him smile at her then turned back to him. “Hey, can I sit with you? I don’t like eating alone.”
“Sure,” Shannon replied sliding his cellphone to the side of the table.
“I’ll sit with Shannon,” said Owen to the hostess.
“I’ll let the waiter know,” she replied turning to go back to the kitchen.
“Carter says you’re all set for college this fall.”
“Yes. I can’t wait.”
The waiter came back and took Owen’s order. As soon as he was a couple of steps away, Owen turned back to Shannon.
“I bet. Carter said you would not stay here,” said Owen. He leaned forward with forearms resting on the table. “I guess this place hasn’t been exactly fun for you.”
“It’s been okay.”
Owen scoffed then laughed. “I know what it was like for me in high school. I couldn’t wait to graduate.”
“But you didn’t leave?”
“No. I found what I was looking for here. It was here all along. I just needed to see it.”
“What’s that?”
“The same thing you’re looking for, Shannon Thompson.”
Owen had whispered it, but he might as well as yelled it across the dining room. Shannon did not believe Owen Collins could be talking about the same thing. There was no way.
“What do you mean?”
“Cody said you got handsy a few weeks ago. Bold move, a real bold move, but a bit too quick, if you know what I mean.”
“He told you. You haven’t told anyone e—”
“No, of course not. I’d never betray someone like that.”
Shannon considered it, how Cody had told Owen about him making a pass at him. What did it mean that Owen is bringing it up now. Did it mean he was gay too, and what about Cody. Could he be gay, and it really was his age that put him off.
“Are you…gay,” Shannon whispered as low as he could.
“Yes,” Owen playfully whispered back.
“Does Carter know?”
Owen smiled then nodded. “Yes. I told him right before we graduated high school.”
“And he was okay with it?”
“Yes, and before you ask, I think he would be okay with his little brother being gay too.”
Shannon leaned back as their food was placed before them and drinks refilled. They began to eat in silence, nodding in approval of the burger, then passed the ketchup back and forth. After getting about halfway through their burgers, Owen glanced around then turned his attention back to Shannon.
“I think you should come to poker night at Cody’s.”
“Poker night? I don’t know how to play poker.”
“Neither do I.”
Shannon sensed there was something obvious right before him, something Owen was hinting at but deliberately remaining vague about. He didn’t think it could be possible what he was considering. But it enticed him so to think of it.
“You think I would enjoy it?”
“Come out tonight and find out. If you want, you can just watch how it’s done, then participate next time.”
Shannon leaned toward Owen. “We’re not talking about poker.”
“No, Shannon, we’re not. Be at Cody’s at eight. He’s fixed up a room in the old barn, so come out there when you arrive.”
5
Shannon arrived a few minutes before eight to find Cody and Owen at a picnic table near the entrance to the old barn. With a beer in each hand, they were laughing at something as Shannon walked up.
“Hey, you made it,” said Cody.
“Shannon, you want something to drink?” said Owen.
“No, I’m good,” Shannon replied, and he heard it, his nervousness and he wondered if they heard it as well.
“We’re waiting on the others, but we can go on in,” said Cody.
“Others?”
“You’ll see; come on, let’s get inside,” said Owen as Cody and he climbed to their feet.
Shannon followed them to a door; one with nice hardware including a deadbolt that Cody slipped a key into releasing the latch. A light was turned on as Cody entered with Owen standing to one side.
“After you,” said Owen.
Shannon entered a room that was about twelve feet deep and sixteen feet wide. The ceiling was low, about eight feet and was old, part of the original barn.
“There’s a hayloft above this section of the barn,” said Cody seeing Shannon looking at the ceiling.
Shannon turned his attention to the card table in the middle of the room, then the kitchenette on the right wall, then he noticed the walls were neatly finished and painted a dark blue. Along the back wall a television was mounted in the middle of it and to its right a door with a deadbolt. The flooring was new, a clear finished wood. To his left was a sitting area with a sofa and two armchairs. It was a nice room but nothing like what he expected. He expected a bed or maybe some big platform where a group of men could fuck and suck, not sit around playing cards.
Had he been wrong in his expectations. Did the guys really get together to just play poker and Owen had led him along. Was he so desperate for sex with another man he misunderstood everything. Let his imagination get the best of him. He looked at Owen for some explanation and saw him smiling back.
“Not what you expected? Don’t worry, we’re going on back when the others get here.”
A bell rang and Cody turned on the television, flipping it to a website. An image of the drive along the side of his home came on, and a dark SUV could be seen cruising by. The bell rang again and a semi without a trailer pulled down the drive past the camera.
“They’re here,” said Cody.
“Right on time,” said Owen.
Shannon took a seat on the card table facing the door waiting impatiently for he was curious. Was it someone he knew, someone in the community, or would it be two people new to him. He didn’t have to wait long, and the door swung open to two men talking. The first to enter was a man in his mid to late thirties, lean build, with dark hair and a goatee framing the mouth. The next to enter surprised Shannon, for it was the son of the Murphy’s who owned the tractor dealership in the next county. It had been some time since he had last seen him, probably at the convenience store, when he had been with his brother. But the guy looked the same. The same blonde pretty boy, and now that he was close enough to see, icy blue eyes.
“This is Travis Bryan, and this is Austin Murphy,” said Cody as he approached Travis, giving him a hug. “How was the trip this time?”
Owen stepped up next to Shannon. “Travis is a trucker who comes by about twice a month. He and Cody go way back.”
Austin waited for Travis to step aside, then gave Cody a hug. He then came to Owen and Shannon, giving Owen a hug. He turned to Shannon.
“I know you. Your family runs the garden center.”
“Yes. I’ve not seen you there.”
“Owen told me.”
Shannon got a real sense of Austin, how he was about five foot eight or so and had a lean build concealed by the T-shirt and jeans. He also sensed there was more between him and Owen than mere friendship. Before night’s end he would find out Austin wanted a relationship with Owen, but Owen seemed oblivious.
“Let’s go on back,” said Cody as he unlocked the door to the next room.
4
The room was as wide as the front room but appeared to be about thirty feet deep and with the low weathered wood ceiling, it felt almost subterranean, something reinforced by the walls, either old wood planks or new gypsum, all painted flat black. The floor was the original planks, weathered and worn and stained from decades of use, now sealed giving a semi-glossy sheen.
Shannon took it all in, including the furnishings. A platform about the size of a king size bed was right in front of him. It was covered in black vinyl. Behind it, another platform, one made up of two levels. The middle section about tabletop height and the two side narrower platforms about the height of a chair, and like the first, all covered in black. To the right, a sofa with wide arms positioned off the wall a few feet. To the left, a group of chairs of various styles, from upholstered armchairs to straight back wood with no arms. Looking back, he saw a counter along the wall from the door to the right with two undercounter refrigerators, a sink, and shelves lined with bottles of alcohol and glasses.
“Shannon.”
Shannon turned to see Owen standing before him.
“I know you might be nervous, and that is okay. We were all nervous our first time. If you want, you can just watch tonight.”
Shannon felt himself relaxed for the first time that night; take his first breath that didn’t feel like a gasp for air, and he suppressed the desire to smile. “Seriously, I can just watch tonight?”
“Sure. Cody, the nasty fuck, likes to be watched.”
“I heard that,” Cody exclaimed across the room.
Owen laughed, and Shannon did too.
“But if you want to join in at any time…” said Owen, leaving the obvious unsaid.
“Shannon, sit here,” said Cody from the left side of the room, and Shannon saw him set one of the chairs about ten feet away from the first platform. It was a dining chair with padded seat and an angled wood back with low arms.
As Shannon sat down, he saw the guys gather by the platform. Cody and Travis kissed and began to remove the others’ clothes. Owen and Austin kissed then became playful, tugging on the others’ clothes then tugging their own T-shirts off. It took no time, and the four men were naked.
Austin on his knees between Cody and Travis, sucking one then the other. Owen was behind Cody, pressing up against him while kissing the neck and side of the face while Travis and Cody kissed. Then Owen was on his knees, up against Austin’s back and holding his head as Cody, then Travis, face fucked him.
Shannon watched as he took each man in, studied their bodies, their cocks, and how each grew quickly aroused. Cody looked the most masculine with his muscular body and hairy chest and legs, and a cock that was thick and curved upward. Travis was the opposite of Cody. A lean body, one obviously shaved of all its hair, even the pubic hair around the cock was gone. Travis’ cock was ramrod straight and long, over nine inches, but an average thickness. Owen displayed a masculine build that Shannon knew was as much about genes as a weight room. Bulging biceps, too perfect pecs, a flat stomach, and legs muscular and powerful. Then there was the cock. Not as thick as Cody, but thick enough to look formable with a slight curve upward and a flared wide head that made Shannon wonder what it would feel like penetrating his ass. The body was smooth with just a thin line of hair from navel down to the small fan of thick pubic hair over the cock. Then he noticed the nut sac, how it hung long and with any movement swung seductively between the thighs. Finally, there was the pretty boy in the group. A smooth lean body, nearly hairless with just a little underarm hair and a small sparse fan of pubic hair. Then he noticed the pierced nipples, metal bars through each one, so obvious once he saw Owen twisting them until Austin moaned around Cody’s thick cock. Between spread thighs, a cock angled up and the sac hung nearly to the floor. The cock and sac were darker skinned than the rest of Austin and the cock appeared to be about seven inches long with an arrow shaped head, perfect for penetrating an ass if Austin ever took the role of top. Watching Austin let Owen hold his head as Travis long dicked his mouth, Shannon wondered if Austin was strictly a bottom. Then wondered what role he would really want in a coupling. Bottom seemed so enticing, to just lay back and let a man fuck him in the ass. But then feeling his own cock inside another…
Shannon tugged on his cock, uncomfortable with its confinement as he grew hard. With fingers manipulating his cock through cargo shorts, he watched Owen help Austin to his feet and guide him to the platform and down to his back. Austin held his legs up as Owen bent to his ass burying his face in it. Austin tilted his head back and moaned.
Travis went to his knees and took Cody in the mouth. He worked his mouth on it until Cody had to brace himself on Travis’ shoulders. Shannon stared from Travis’ mouth, how it wrapped around Cody’s cock, then over to Owen with his face buried in Austin’s ass. He could hear the sound of their ministrations; slurping, sucking, and moaning, and he slid down in the chair and spread his knees as if it freed his trapped cock. He tugged on it, worked it around within his cargo shorts until it could stretch out toward the left thigh allowing him the ability to squeeze and manipulate it.
Owen stood up stroking his hard cock as Austin held his legs up and spread.
“Fuck me,” Austin uttered, “fuck me.”
Shannon watched Owen push his cock down aligning with Austin’s ass. Owen pushed forward with his hips and Shannon watched how the cock slowly disappeared in Austin’s ass. Inch after inch just slipped into it until hips were pressed against the ass. He watched the tall muscular body move, swing hips back and forth, tugging cock outward, then pushing it back into the ass, over and over until Austin moaned and grunted and uttered obscenities.
Cody and Travis moved to the platform. Cody climbed on it at Austin’s head and rubbed his cock across the face, over the open mouth, then slipped the head into it and worked his hips driving it deep into the mouth. Travis moved up behind Owen, pressing against his back and moved with the same undulation of Owen. The swing of the hips that pumped cock into Austin’s depths.
Shannon undid his cargo shorts so he could get his hand inside them. He wanted to touch his cock with bare fingers, to feel the warmth of flesh against flesh. He felt feverish and so aroused his cock ached for release.
Owen slipped out of Austin’s ass and climbed on the platform. He spun around getting into a 69 with Austin and they sucked each other. As mouths worked on hard cocks, Travis moved up and sank his cock into Austin’s ass. Austin moaned around Owen’s cock while working his mouth on it. Cody put his cock to Owen’s ass and eased into it making Owen moan and grunt and shudder.
Shannon rose up to slip his T-shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He sat back and rubbed his hand over his chest, down his stomach and down into his loosened shorts until toying with his cock. Laying his head back, he looked over his bare torso, over his shorts where his hand was visibly manipulating his cock, and across the few feet to the platform where Cody was fucking Owen and Travis was fucking Austin as Owen and Austin sucked each other. It shocked Shannon how loud the sex was to his ears. The sound of mouths on cock. The sound of hips smacking against ass. And the grunts, the moans, and the utterances. No matter who said it, it was the same.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
Shannon felt himself pushing his shorts down to give his hand more room to manipulate his cock as he watched Travis’ cock come into view then disappeared as hips banged against ass. Looking to the left, he watched Cody pump cock in Owen’s ass, moving with a steady pace as he lifted his ass to get the confining boxers pushed down so he could freely stroke his cock.
Looking past his bared body, his hard cock he was stroking fast, then slow, then fast again, he watched the fucking. The two asses taking cock. Travis slowed, pulled completely out then punched back into Austin sinking all the way inside him. Cody held the narrow waist as he hammered Owen’s ass. All the while, Owen and Austin sucked each other, hungrily, almost desperately, at times so noisily the slurping and suction of mouths on cocks was louder than hips smacking against ass.
Travis shoved into Austin and shuddered with release.
“FUCK! Take me…take me,” said Travis, his voice trailing off.
Owen rocked roughly, and Shannon looked at Cody jamming cock into Owen’s ass as he jerked and shuddered with his own release.
When Cody climbed off the platform and Travis stepped back, it was as if they exited a stage, for they were suddenly out of Shannon’s vision. Only Owen and Austin remained, and he watched Owen get to his knees expecting him to fuck Austin. He was surprised to see Owen straddle Austin, hold up the hard cock and sink his ass down on it. Leaning forward, Owen worked his ass on the cock.
Shannon brought his knees together so his shorts and boxers could fall around his ankles. He spread his knees wide seeing Cody looking at him. It aroused him to be seen, to be watched as he resumed stroking his cock. Cody smiled, then said something to Travis, who turned and watched too.
Shannon stared at the two men, how they stroked their cocks until fully erect again. They began to kiss and touch and manipulate the other. Then he looked back at Owen who was leaned back on one hand, stroking his cock with the other while moving his ass on Austin’s cock. He could see the cock come into view then disappear inside Owen, over and over and…he kicked his shorts and boxers off his feet and spread his legs feeling his nudity. It felt good to be completely naked while watching Owen and Austin fuck, then see Cody bend over to take Travis’ cock.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” Owen cried out.
Shannon turned to Owen in time to see his cock spurt wad after wad. It rained down on the chest and stomach as Owen kept slamming his ass down on Austin’s cock. Then Austin was shoving upward, roughly as he too came.
Shannon laid back and pumped his hips upward, shoving his cock through his tight fist, and came. It hits him in the face, ropes up his chest, then spatters his stomach. He keeps stroking until his hand smears the last dribble over his cock and the intoxicating smell surrounds him.
Travis fucked Cody.
Cody fucked Austin.
Owen sucked Austin.
Their bodies glistened in the dim light, sweat covered and muscles tight from their exertions.
Shannon watched until they all came again.
Shannon sat in the chair, naked, covered in two loads of cum. The four guys stood in front of him stroking cocks.
“Can you come again?” said Owen.
“Yes,” said Shannon keeping his eyes on the four cocks. “Can you?” he whispered.
Cody chuckled, but it was Austin who replied.
“Oh, yeah. Now stroke that cock and let us see you get off,” said Austin.
Shannon was almost sorry he had made Owen promise to just let him watch. But it excited him to have the four guys so close he thought he could feel the heat of their bodies. He stroked his slimy cock as they stroked their own. He stroked until breathing hard and went from watching their masturbation to picturing their earlier fucking. He felt his own masculinity, this desire to be wanted, and he saw it in their eyes. The want and lust that made him spread his legs, tug on his nut sac until pain mixed with pleasure, as he stroked his cock.
When he came, it landed on his stomach in small puddles, nothing like his first two ejaculations, but it was enough to push the guys over the edge for cum landed on his feet and the floor surrounding them.
They showered together in the large open shower behind the main room. They bathed each other while kissing, playfully touching, and smacking ass cheeks. They dried each other continuing to kiss and touch. It was Austin who dried Shannon’s back. Austin who kissed the back of his neck and invited him to poker night the next weekend.
“Will you come?” said Austin.
“Yes.”
“And play with us instead of watching?”
“Yes.”
3
As the sound of rain hit the roof and thunder rumbled through the air, Shannon rode Owen’s cock, moved his ass up and down on it while sucking Cody’s cock. Austin was next to him, encouraging him, telling him to suck Cody, as he toyed with Shannon’s cock keeping it rock hard.
Cody stepped back and Owen rolled Shannon to his back. Hands took his legs behind the knees and folded him in half until thighs pressed against his chest. Cody entered him again, shoved into his depths until he moaned with the pleasure of full penetration. Then Cody fucked, hard, slamming down into his ass. He threw his head back and just before he closed his eyes, he saw Cody on all fours taking Austin’s cock. Then he heard Cody beg to be fucked and the sound of hips banging ass. Owen’s against his ass and Austin’s against Cody’s ass.
Owen shoved all the way into his ass and came. Shannon felt how Owen kept jamming hips against his ass as if he meant to crawl up inside him. Then he was empty and released to unfold on the platform.
Coming to his knees, he moved up behind Austin and pressed his hard cock to the firm around ass as he kissed the back of the neck and along the right shoulder.
“Put it in me,” uttered Austin. He held still and bent over Cody’s back.
Shannon entered the loosened hole, one fucked already by Owen, and pushed through the slick and heat until his hips pressed against the ass. He savored the feel of Austin’s ass, then pulled back to give him room to move.
Austin pushed back on Shannon, then pushed forward into Cody. He built up a steady rhythm. Shannon held his narrow waist and watched Owen drop to his knees in front of Cody knowing Cody would quickly suck.
Austin cried out with his release, shuddering between Cody and Shannon. As soon as he was spent, Shannon pushed him on Cody’s back and fucked to his own release.
Shannon and Austin sat to the side and watched Owen fuck Cody. A slow fuck, with Owen long dicking Cody’s ass, often pulling out, holding still a moment, then pushing back into the ass. Shannon felt Austin rest a hand on his thigh, then move it to his cock, renewing his arousal. He watched Owen fuck Cody as a blonde head moved to his cock and he felt the warm mouth slip over it.
Owen moved Cody to his back. He held the man’s legs to his chest and fucked, harder, faster, rocking the man’s body. And Shannon watched until his view was blocked by Austin straddling him, climbing into his lap, then sitting down on his cock while kissing him on the lips.
Austin rode his cock slowly. Shannon felt the boy’s tight ass move on it. He felt Austin’s cock drag up and down his stomach as they kissed. Then Austin leaned back and worked his ass up and down. Faster and faster until Shannon couldn’t take it. He shoved upward and came in the ass as it kept moving. Rapidly up and down on his spurting cock until he was spent and pushing down on thighs to make Austin stop.
A few feet away, Owen bellowed with his own release.
Shannon moved to his hands and knees, with ass turned toward the guys.
“Someone fuck me.”
Cody entered him, slowly, letting him feel every inch penetrating his ass. Hands held his waist as Cody began to fuck. He fucked slowly, gently, then he fucked harder, faster, making Shannon’s cock swing heavily between his thighs.
Shannon saw Austin sit on Owen’s face while stroking his cock and watching them fuck. He reached between his thighs for his own cock, stroking it as Cody fucked. A hand came to his shoulder, and Cody pulled him to his knees. With an arm around the neck, Cody hugged them together. It arced his back, pushed his cock out and he watched Austin crawl to him, come up to his cock, lick the drooling head, then slip lips over it and take every inch. As Cody fucked his ass, Austin sucked his cock.
Shannon came. His cock spurt wad after wad into the suctioning mouth and his ass spasm around Cody’s cock as it kept fucking. He was nearly spent when he felt Cody shove into his depths and shudder with release.
Shannon lay on the platform next to Owen. They kissed and touched each other. A finger over the lips or along the chin and jaw. Fingers circled hard nipples, raked over them, then playfully twisted them. All the while, Austin and Cody took turns fucking Owen.
2
Shannon entered the burger joint to find Owen already at a table. He sat opposite him as they smiled at each other.
“You leave next week?” said Owen.
“Yep.”
“I know you’re excited about starting college.”
“Excited and a bit scared.”
Owen smiled. “You’ll be fine.”
“I wish I could come to poker night Saturday, but my grandparents are coming over and—”
“We know, but it would have been nice if you could have come over one more time before leaving. Travis will be back in town.”
“Maybe over the break during the holidays.”
“Oh, a Christmas Party Poker Night!”
They laughed drawing the attention of other patrons, then fell silent.
“I bet you’ll have fun on campus,” said Owen.
“I hope so. I’m just afraid I’ll be on a floor of guys who…don’t like to play poker.”
Owen chuckled, shaking his head. Then he leaned over toward Shannon.
“I doubt you will have anything to worry about. You want to bet on it?” Owen asked conspiratorially.
It was Shannon’s turn to chuckle. “No, I do not.”
The waiter brought their drinks and took their order. Shannon looked across at Owen thinking about their time over the summer, all the nights at the old barn. He pictured how Travis and Cody were together, more affectionate with each other than with others. Then he pictured how Austin looked at Owen, like he wanted more than just a fuck buddy.
“I think Travis and Cody could be an item,” Shannon whispered.
“I think so too. I heard Cody ask Travis to move to the farm a couple of weeks ago, and I think Travis is considering it.”
“What about Austin?”
“What about Austin.”
“He likes you.”
“Noooo…really? You think so?”
Shannon saw it. The blindness to what was right in front of him. He smiled shaking his head. “I think you should ask him out, you know, like a real date.”
“I don’t know.”
But Shannon saw it, the consideration of something more with Austin. “Call him. Don’t ask on poker night.”
“If Travis and Cody become an item and if…what happens to poker night?’’
“Whatever the four of you wants to happen.”
“It’ll change.”
“Then it’ll change.”
1
Shannon walked up the dorm with the last box of his belongings. He entered the cool interior where other guys were hanging out in the lounge area or waiting for the elevator. Shannon was on the second floor, so he walked past the redhead with broad muscular shoulders visible around the tank top, past the black-haired guy carrying a bicycle, and hit the main stairs. The second floor was noisy, guys hanging out in groups at one door or another or moving down the corridor from room to room. Half were still getting moved in. Music blared from some rooms, video gaming from others. At 216, Shannon pushed the door open to see his roommate had finally arrived.
“You must be Giovanni,” said Shannon.
“Yes, and you’re Shannon?”
“Yep. Have you got your stuff moved up?” said Shannon as he set the box down on his desk.
“No, I’ve got a couple of boxers to bring up.”
“I’ll help you, then you can go with me to get some lunch.”
“Deal.”
Shannon saw the perfect smile, the smooth face with its strong nose and dark brown eyes. He looked at the hair that was slightly long, thick, and so dark brown as to be almost black. Giovanni was slightly shorter than his five foot eleven, two or three inches shorter if he had to guess, and within the T-shirt and jeans there was a lean build, one he couldn’t wait to see.
And just for a moment, there was a look, a stare that seemed to be sizing him up, and he wondered if Giovanni found him interesting, appealing in some way. They had four days before classes started to find out. Maybe he just needed to see how Giovanni reacted to seeing him change clothes. An excuse to get naked in front of him. And if he was a bit aroused at the time, all the better.
“Going back and forth has made me hot,” said Giovanni tugging off his T-shirt. It revealed a smooth lean body, and a right nipple pierced with a bar. “When we get my stuff moved up, I want to shower off and change.”
Shannon stared at the body, then the bar through the nipple, and when he looked up saw Giovanni smiling. He wondered who was testing who.
“I’d like a shower and a change of clothes too. Let’s get you stuff up here and we can clean up,” said Shannon.
