Rick and I were sitting on the couch in our apartment, contemplating the empty pizza box and Lone Star bottles on the coffee table. There was an action movie on TV. It was about shooting guns and blowing shit up.
"Another Saturday night, sitting here at home." Rick grabbed the remote and muted the TV. "We might as well not have girlfriends. Want to go hit the bars?"
"Naw, I'm a couple beers past that. Let's just stay here and get hammered."
"Sounds all right," Rick agreed. I took the trash into the kitchen. He was loading the bong when I returned with fresh beers, a bottle of Jose Quervo, and Texas-sized shot glasses.
I skipped around the channels. The lame action movie was the best thing on. I left the TV muted and turned on the stereo. Uncle Jim told me he and Dad had done that while smoking pot in college. The music, along with the beer, tokes, and shots of Quervo, made the movie a little better.
"Travis . . . " Rick always called me "Travis," rather than the usual "Trav," when he was thoughtful or wasted. " . . . What's happened with Bobby and Kathy? Last year, they were a horny college boy's dream. Now, they just put out enough to keep us on a leash."
"Seems like it," I agreed. "If they weren't spending all their time together, I'd say they were getting some new cock."
Rick and I were both majoring in Physical Culture and Sports at Texas Methodist University in Austin. We'd been friends since we met in a freshman wrestling class. We were juniors and this was our second year as roommates.
I was a 6' 2", 200 pound, former high school quarterback, with short black hair and brown eyes. He was a little shorter and lighter than me, with a wrestler's build, curly blond hair touching the tops of his ears, and blue eyes.
Bobby and Kathy were best friends. Bobby was working on a Computer Science degree while Kathy was studying communications. Like Rick, Bobby came from Dallas. Kathy lived in Austin with her older brother and his girlfriend. A few weeks after I started dating Bobby, she introduced Kathy to Rick.
Through the fall and spring semesters, the girls were insatiable, grabbing every chance for sex. Sometimes, Bobby and I did it on the fold-out bed in her efficiency apartment, but we liked my double bed a lot better.
Our apartment was the only place Rick and Kathy had. Bobby and I could hear the noises they were making in his room. Kathy's screams drove Bobby wild. Fucking her was like wrestling a panther, with a few less scratches. Rick told me Kathy got just as excited when she heard Bobby.
When the school year ended, I went back to Conner to work in the high school summer athletics program. Rick went home to Dallas. Bobby had a job in Austin and stayed there. She rented a one-bedroom apartment and Kathy moved in with her.
Rick and I knew something had changed when the fall semester started. Bobby and Kathy were usually too busy for us. We were lucky to score once a week.
Rick and I were watching a lot of porn. We each knew what the other was doing. It was the only time we closed our bedroom doors.
That Saturday afternoon, we'd almost finished cleaning the apartment when Bobby called. Yes, she knew it had been over two weeks, but she and Kathy just had to study for the big test on Monday.
We opened our sixth beers and Rick poured our third oversized shot. "It's not natural, Travis. Girls have as strong a sex drive as guys. What are they doing with it?"
"Dunno." I took a sip of tequila, followed by a swallow of beer. "Supercharged vibrators?"
I drank more tequila. It went down hard and I choked for a moment. "Oh shit," I gasped when I could talk again. "They're fucking each other. They live together and sleep in the same bed. What else could be happening?"
Rick was staring at me. "Do you really think they've turned into dykes? That's a big change for the cock-hungry babes we had last year."
"It does sound crazy." I left the beer and shot sitting on the coffee table and looked at the flatscreen. Someone was firing rockets at a building, blowing big chunks out of its glass walls.
"Fuck that shit." I switched the flatscreen to our Internet connection and navigated to my favorite porn site. "We aren't getting any pussy tonight, but at least we can look at some." I spent a minute browsing the new scenes, then chose one from my favorites. While the video was streaming, I sat back and took another drink.
"Jeez, why'd you pick her?" Rick complained as a slim figure appeared on the screen, walking across a small yard and stopping beside a weathered park bench. "She's a boy!"
I laughed. "Her name is 'Coco.'" Her black hair was as short as a boy's, but everything else was all slender athletic girl with flashing brown eyes and wide lips that invited kissing. A tight top seemed spray-painted over her small perfectly formed breasts. Coco's long legs extended from the world's shortest and tightest blue jean cutoffs down to black spike heels.
Rick looked up from the bong just in time to see her bend over and look directly into the camera. "Wow, look at those tits! Rewind that."
"Boy, huh?" I laughed again as I picked up the remote. "I guess you've turned gay."
"I'll be gay to get into those pants."
We watched silently as Coco peeled her top off and dropped it on the bench, showing her swollen dark pink nipples and areolas. She unfastened the cutoffs and casually kicked them away. She wasn't wearing panties.
Coco smiled and faced the camera, naked except for her high heels. She ran her hands down her hairless vulva to her neatly rolled little pussy lips and pulled them open. Her hot pink interior was already glistening with moisture.
"Man, look at that snatch," Rick moaned. I glanced over at him. We were both wearing tee-shirts and sweat pants. His hard-on was clearly visible under the soft cloth. My own boner was equally obvious.
"Keep watching," I said. Coco turned and began walking away. The camera followed her graceful buttocks and muscular legs as she crossed the lawn to a quilt spread on the grass.
Two naked men were waiting for her. They were both oversized body builders with long thick dicks and faces that seemed to have been carved with hatchets. One had a dark crewcut, while the other had a shaved head.
Coco sank to her knees between the men, gripping a massive pole with each hand. She alternated between Crewcut and Baldy, licking and sucking their big dicks, kissing their cock-heads, and taking their shafts deep in her throat.
"I've never had a girl who sucked cock like that," Rick said. The bulge in his sweat pants had grown even bigger, with a spreading wet spot near the top. "Have you?"
"Bobby loves sucking my cock, but it isn't as sexy as what Coco's doing. How's Kathy?"
"About the same." He stopped speaking and stared at the screen. "Look at that! She's got both dicks in her mouth." The men were rubbing their cock-heads together while she licked them.
Baldy moved behind Coco and slid his long thick cock into her pussy. She continued sucking Crewcut without missing a beat.
I slid my hand into my sweat pants and wrapped my hand around my swollen cock. Rick was mostly watching Baldy fuck Coco, but also stealing frequent glances at me. That was all right. Watching him was turning me on way more than the video.
Suddenly feeling silly about trying to hide what Rick knew I was doing, I pulled the waistband of my sweatpants down, freeing my cock and balls.
I've always had one of the bigger cocks in the locker room; long and thick, with a broad plow-shaped head and a flaring Vee running down to a deep corneal ring. My shaved balls and close-cropped pubic hair make it look even bigger.
