College Guys' Discovery

After having been on top of the world my last year of high school, I found myself suddenly at the bottom of the totem pole as an 18 year old freshman in college. My university was a highly competitive New England school that, it turned out, didn't attract many hot looking girls. The few cute freshman girls were all hanging out with upperclassmen. Lowly freshmen guys, who were neither eligible for the fraternities nor allowed to have a car, were at a considerable disadvantage.

I had made friends with several guys who liked to party, all of whom were in the same boat. The drinking age was still 18 then, and we usually ended up at a campus area bar that sold cheap beer by the pitcher. One bitterly cold November night, I walked back to the dorms with another freshman named Tom. The two of us had only hung out a couple of times, always in large groups. We didn't know each other very well, but he seemed like a great guy. My roommate had gone off to a technology conference in Boston that weekend, so I had our dorm room to myself. Tom stopped by my room for a last beer and a little 420 before bed. We turned on some good music, kicked off our shoes and plopped down on the garage-sale couch I had picked up for $50. The couch was maybe 8 or 9 feet, so Tom and I had plenty of room to stretch out, lying facing each other, with our heads propped up at opposite ends.

As the smoke swirled, Tom and I talked about our backgrounds. We grew up in two-parent middle-class families, worked hard at school and played hard on the weekends. Tom had been a three-sport athlete in his small high school, but off the field he hung around more with the intellectual kids, a lot of whom were pot smokers. I had played sports too and drifted in the same direction socially, which was not the typical path for athletes at my high school. It was really uncanny how similar our attitudes and experiences had been.

Tom, like me, didn't have a steady girlfriend in high school, but had played the field. Tom said he and his best friend, Cody, spent a lot of time chasing girls together. They tended to do better with the artsy-hippie girls than the cheerleader types. The talk soon turned to sex. Both of us had some fumbling and incomplete sexual encounters with "nice" girls we dated in 9th and 10th grade, and then finally started getting laid soon after we got our drivers' licenses.

We compared notes on how we had struck out with girls so far on campus, and Tom said that at least he had his high school memories to jack off to this miserable fall. Never one to be shy, I offered:

"Man, I've jerked off more in the last 3 months than since I was 15. And you're right, I usually think about some girl I was banging just a few months back, re-living some particularly great moments."

It was so cool that we already felt comfortable enough around each other to talk about what all guys do (but almost never discuss). I remember thinking at the time how liberating it was to just be able to talk with another guy about jacking off, without being embarrassed. I asked Tom what his craziest or best sexual experiences had been in high school, which was a not-so-subtle way of asking him what he jacked off to.

Tom led off. We were completely uninhibited in our story-swapping, egging each other on in telling our best pussy stories. We wanted to know what each girl's body was like, whether she trimmed or shaved her bush, whether she swallowed or not -- all the good stuff. Tom and I both told some hot and sometimes hilarious stories. A couple of times, I filed away a new idea that I hoped to put in action once I got back in a situation where I could get laid again. After all, Christmas vacation was just a few weeks away.

Getting a little bold, I asked Tom which one was his current jack-off favorite. Rather than answering me directly, Tom asked me a question:

"Have you ever been with two girls at the same time?"

"Shit, that's something I have always fantasized about, but have never been able to pull off. I know a couple of girls who said they were "bi," but they weren't even vaguely approachable about having a guy join them."

Then Tom said, "Well, I haven't done it either, but while it's not the same, my best friend and I did double-team this one freaky girl a few times last summer. And let me tell you, it was some crazy shit."

Although I was really open-minded about sex, I didn't think any of my buddies would have been comfortable in a situation with another guy with a hard on. But I was dying to hear about it and asked Tom how it all went down with the two-on-one encounters. Tom spared no detail.

"We didn't plan it; it just kind of happened. We went to this keg party at a guy's house we knew from football. It was mostly people from another high school, but we all partied together our senior year. We ended up standing around the keg, talking to this hot little girl named Chloe, who had also just graduated and was going off to some art school in September. We had heard some pretty interesting things about her, but never really talked to her before."

"What did she look like?"

"She had a pretty face, kind of short dark hair and a lithe little gymnast's body. But her attitude was even sexier than her looks. She had this lively, animated personality and was the free-spirit type who had this hippie-chick thing going."

"Yeah. I love that type."

"Chloe had a reputation as being adventurous and uninhibited. I had heard a story about her last fall, about her skinny dipping in the lake with a bunch of guys and going off the rope swing over and over, buck naked. She liked to get high and we heard that she loved to fuck, although it was just a rumor around the football guys."

"Was she at the party by herself?"

"She didn't seem to be with anybody and kept making that kind of eye contact with both Cody and me that kept our attention. So, when the party started slowing down, we asked her to come back to my house to smoke a little. She hopped into the front seat of Cody's old car, sitting between us. We laughed and talked like old friends all the way back. At one point Cody and I looked at each other and could tell what each other were thinking: 'maybe we're onto something here.'

"When we got there, we went down to our finished-out basement, where there's a TV room and my bedroom and a bath. I grabbed a bottle of red wine and a corkscrew on the way through the kitchen. My folks had gone for the weekend and I had the house to myself until Sunday night. Cody put on some tunes, packed a bowl, then he and I sat on either side of Chloe on the couch to smoke out."

Tom kept telling me how the evening played out. As the smoke worked its magic, the three of them started laughing and leaning into each other a little. It wasn't sexual, just "playful and comfortable" was how Tom described it. As they passed the wine bottle back and forth, they started lightly rubbing up against her legs with their legs, just gradually dialing up the excitement without doing anything that might freak her out. Chloe seemed to be enjoying the attention. Through the haze, she soon started lightly rubbing their legs with her hands while they engaged in idle stoner talk. Chloe started lightly tracing her fingers over each boy's thighs and after a few minutes, the guys both kind of leaned in next to her and started to kiss her neck, while their hands got a little busier on her nice little body. She traced her fingers from their thighs across to the two boys' crotches, giggling over how their bulges were growing. Soon she was rubbing their cocks through their jeans while the boys played with her small but perfect tits and rubbed her inner thighs and then her crotch through her jeans. Suddenly, Chloe sat straight up on the edge of the couch, but instead of moving away, she casually pulled her top over her head and tossed it on the floor.

Tom looked at me and said: "And, man, it was on."

They all got naked in a flash and as soon as their hard cocks flopped out of their shorts, she grabbed them, one in either hand. She stared at them like they were prizes. After a few awkward hand-job strokes from the side, Chloe moved over to the coffee table that was in front of the couch, leaned down facing them and started sucking first Tom's cock and then Cody's, going back and forth. The guys moved a little closer together so she could get at them easier.

"That was as close as I had ever been to a naked guy before, even in a locker room, and I had of course never been that close to a guy with a hard on ... but we weren't about to complain."

"Fuck no. Tell me more."

"Chloe was a superstar at sucking cock. She would give each of us maybe 8 or 10 good slow, wet sucks, while jacking the guy who wasn't in her mouth to the same rhythm as she was sucking. It was the hottest fucking thing I had ever been done or been a part of."

"Damn. I don't think I would have been able to move it past that stage to the next step.''

"Me either. I love getting head and this was just unbelievable. I was watching this live porn show while getting my cock sucked. Cody and I just looked at each other grinning ear-to-ear and shook our heads slightly, like 'what the hell did we just stumble into?' "

"So she was sitting bare-assed on the coffee table, leaning over and sucking your dicks? What happened next?"

"At about the same time, we reached over and played with her tits, then moved down to where our fingers met at her pussy, getting our fingertips wet and playing with her clit, together. She shifted a little to give us better access to her pussy, never stopping sucking our cocks, while squirming in pleasure. I was so glad I had gotten high before it all started or I would have lost it fast and started cumming like crazy. I just kept staring at this amazing scene: Chloe slurping up and down on my cock, then hungrily sucking Cody's big tool, then back to mine. I never wanted it to end."

"So who made a move to start the fucking?"

"Cody did. He likes some head as an appetizer, but if there's pussy there, he wants to fuck it in a hurry. He's about 6' 3" and is strong as a moose, so when she came up for air one time, he just lifted her up off the coffee table and in one smooth movement, carried her through the open door to my bed in the downstairs bedroom. I followed them, looking down at my bouncing, rock hard cock pointing the way."

"OK, you're killing me. I've had a boner ever since you said she took her shirt off. Tell me how the fucking went down."

"I lay down on my bed, propped up on pillows against the headboard and she got between my legs and started sucking my cock again. Her perfect little ass was jutting invitingly up in the air. Cody positioned himself on his knees behind her and fingered her pussy from behind. Cody has this thick cock; it looked maybe 7 or 8 inches long and was sticking almost straight up as his fingers worked in and out of her. Cody soon started teasing her slit with his cock. I could see him holding his cock and rubbing the head up and down her pussy between her ass cheeks, rubbing against her clit and her opening without penetrating. Then he asked her, almost in a whisper, 'Uh, Chloe, do I need a condom?' "

With her mouth full of my cock, she just shook her head a little back and forth in the negative, which was all Cody needed to know.

I watched as he looked down, holding her hip with his left hand and his dick with his right, as he guided his cock into her from behind."

"And what was she doing with your cock? Still sucking it?"

"She sure as shit was, and as he slowly penetrated her, she ever so slowly went down on my dick inch by inch, matching the way he was putting each new inch of his cock in her pussy. She just kept going down, and then when Cody's big unit bottomed out in her pussy, she just plunged all the way down to my balls. She just held it there in her mouth and what had to be her throat, keeping it there as long as he kept his cock buried all the way in her. She had like 15 inches of cock deep inside her.

Tom described how they fucked like that for a few minutes, settling into a good rhythm, but then Tom wanted to try out her pussy too. So he signaled to Cody to switch, which Chloe happily accommodated.

"Man, that was crazy too. Cody's big dick had gotten her all wet and ready so when I put my cock in her, she was as wet as I had ever felt pussy. She was eager for his cock and didn't hesitate to start slurping on it, tasting her own juices."

They took turns fucking her, mostly doggy style, while she sucked the other guy's cock. Tom and Cody were silently "high-fiving with their eyes" while working this girl over, being careful to make sure she was enjoying it as much as they were. Chloe never said much after they got to the bedroom, but by backing into the guy who was fucking her, grinding a little with her ass while slurping on the cock in her mouth, she let them know she was in heaven with those two big cocks inside her at the same time.

"What we figured out fast was that that whoever was doing the fucking controlled the pace of the other guy's blowjob. If Cody fucked her slowly, she gave me these long, slow sucks in unison with the way she was being fucked. If he pounded her too fast, she couldn't keep up and would drop my cock out of her mouth. So we looked out for each other by settling into deep, intense fucking, but at a slower pace than you might usually do if it was just you and a girl. That way, Chloe could suck cock at the same pace as she was getting fucked."

"She was awesome at sucking, giving sloppy wet head, plunging down all the way on the cock in her mouth as the guy behind her buried his cock in her pussy. But we knew the doggy position that worked best for us wasn't giving her any clitoral contact, so we took turns rubbing her clit with our fingers."

Tom's story was so visual. I could easily imagine being in that scene, my fingers meeting his at her clit, our cocks slowly but steadily plunging in and out of her. My 18 year old hard on was straining against my jeans, making my pants bulge noticeably. This was by far the best fuck story I had ever heard.

I kept asking Tom questions to spur him on: "Man, so you were lying on your childhood bed, watching her suck your dick and watching Cody fuck her from behind?"

"Exactly. Sometimes, Cody would lean over her back while he was buried up to the balls in her pussy, to give her the reach around. While his fingers played with her clit, he would watch my blowjob from up real close, his face less than a foot away from what she was doing to me with her mouth. Then, when he would straighten back up, grab both her hips and almost completely pull out and plunge his full length back in, I would reach under her, past her tits and stomach, to play with her clit. She would start moaning with my cock buried in her mouth."

"So, you both had your hands down there close to the action?"

"Yeah, I would dip down below her clit to her pussy opening to get a little more wetness, making sure when I rubbed her clit, it was well-lubed. And while I wasn't trying to touch Cody's dick, my fingers would sometimes barely brush against the shaft as it went in and out. When I was playing with her clit and especially when I was rewetting my fingers, I could feel the flesh just above her hole moving as his cock was entering and withdrawing. It was incredibly hot to feel her pussy being expanded with every thrust."

"Damn," was all I could say as I visualized the scene, and lingered over adjusting my almost painful bulge, not quite openly playing with myself.

"Cody of course knew exactly what I was doing because we were all three so connected. When we switched up, so that he was the one getting head and I was fucking her from behind, Cody reached under her and worked her clit the same way. He let his index and middle fingers drift down to capture more wetness to rub on her clit. He looked at me right in the eye and gave me this big shit-eating grin as he was feeling the insertion and withdrawal of my cock, while he kept rubbing her clit. "



" Did you either one ever get a little freaked out that it, you know, was getting a little homo?"

I immediately regretted asking that. But Tom was unfazed:

"Fuck, no. We were expanding our horizons for sure, but it wasn't gay. We were fucking this girl and both had our cocks buried inside her. Cody and I talked about it later and there was just zero discomfort between us. I asked him almost exactly what you asked -- like 'none of that made you uncomfortable, did it?' Cody answered 'of course not, you idiot.' Then he grabbed me in a play-tackle that was more like a hug and said 'all I want to know is when can we do it again?'



"Yeah, I think that would have been my reaction too. You guys would have been missing out on something, or maybe even spoiled the spontaneity, if you had been paranoid about making sure you didn't touch each other. I think a lot of guys are overly-concerned with that kind of shit anyway."

Tom was obviously glad I didn't think what he was describing had crossed the line into fag stuff. He went on:

"That's exactly right. Cody, who has a way with getting just the right analogy to stuff, phrased it best when he said 'it wasn't like we were playing with each other; it was more like we were watching the hottest possible porn, and some of it happened to be in Braille.' "

We both laughed out loud at that and Tom kept telling me about the encounters with Chloe. As he told the tale, our legs were touching each other from about the knees down, because we were still both lying on the same couch, facing opposite ways. This gave each of us a view of each other's crotches, both of which were straining the fabric of our pants like someone had stuffed a pair of socks down our shorts.

By now, we were plenty buzzed. Given the things we had been talking about, there was no point on getting embarrassed about hard ons. Without even thinking, I pointed at our bulging crotches and said:

"Damn, it sure looks like we're both having the same reaction to your best fuck story yet."

He looked down at both of our crotches, gave his crotch a full-handed adjustment and laughed out loud. Then he just kept telling the story:

"It was so fucking hot to see her hot little body quivering in pleasure as two big cocks pounded her from either end. She was literally filled up with cock, and she couldn't get enough."

Tom went on to describe how there was plenty of light on in the room and a large mirror on the wall above the dresser about 4 feet behind the foot of his bed. The boys could watch each other's cocks as they went in and out of her pussy and mouth in unison. The guy getting sucked could see his buddy's ass in the mirror as he fucked her. The one doing the fucking could lean down to get really close to the cocksucking action, watching up close as the other guy's cock went in and out of that hungry mouth. They fucked like this until everyone started getting close to a massive group climax, with the heavier and heavier breathing and moaning letting everyone know it was all about to happen.

"So how does one of these fuck sessions end? Did you ever all get off together? Who went over the edge first?"

"Oh, man, I must have re-lived every single time in my mind, jerking off, trying to keep my sanity this fall. There are two scenes that I think about more than all the rest, though. I'll start with the one that was the best group orgasm."

"It was the third time we all got together, maybe early July. We had all gotten off once already, then we rested up and smoked out a little before starting back up. The second round always lasted longer of course and we had been going at it for an hour, high as kites. We had switched a few times and now I was back in her mouth, which is how I liked to get that second nut."