Supergay

Caleb didn't come around or even text for a few days after our kinky sex. It bugged me, but at least he had admitted that seeing me wasn't making him gay. He was super gay long before we hooked up. He finally texted Friday asking to meet up on campus, which meant he wanted to talk without making out. Fuck.

We met that evening at the stone arch that marked the entrance to our college campus. I'd just got out of a late class, and the campus was cold and dark even with the street lights. Clouds obscured the full moon, parting occasionally to allow it to cast moon shadows on the snow.

"Hey," said Caleb, falling in stride beside me as I turned and walked in the direction of Gabby's. At least we could get a beer somewhere warm. He'd gotten over his hang up of pretending not to know me for fear that someone would wonder why he was hanging out with an openly gay guy.

"Hey! Want to come over Saturday?" By that I meant come over and fuck my brains out.

"I told my roommate I'd hang with him this weekend. Uhm, I'm hoping you can, like, give me some advice about him." Caleb's cheeks blushed, and he only gave me a brief glance before checking out the moon.

"Well, never met the guy so I'm not sure what I can tell you. You guys not getting along?"

"Oh no, no. We're good. It's just like he seems to flash me a lot, you know coming out of our shower naked drying his hair as if he didn't know that I'm in the room, stuff like that. So I'm starting to wonder, like, do you think he's gay?"

"Dude. You gotta be kidding me. How would I know? Do you go buff around him a lot too?"

"I can't. I'd get wood. Sorry, I mean you're hot and all, but so is he. That's why I first went on that gay hook up app. I wanted to see if he was there, and then I found you."

Wow. My in-the-closet gay lover was in love with his roommate. God this guy was fucked up. No wonder he fucked me so roughly. There was a lot of frustrated baggage.

"Why don't you just ask him?"

"Because I really like him, and I don't want him to move out if he busts me as super gay."

"Why would he move out? Unless you're bringing guys back to the room to fuck in front of him, what does it matter which way you swing?"

"I don't know. I just don't want to take the chance. I had the worst roommate last year, a total dick, so I'm really glad to have him. And yeah, I like seeing him naked, and he might stop that if he knows I'm gay."

"Whoa. Wait up here." I grabbed his elbow and stopped, turning him to face me so that he'd have to meet my eyes. "You're not being honest with him. If it turns you on to see him naked, he should know that." He trembled enough that I could feel it through his winter jacket. I didn't have to look down to know that his track pants bulged with an erection.

He nodded and hung his head, his cheeks an adorable shade of red. "I just hoped, like, that maybe he likes me that way and that's why he keeps flashing me. I told him when we met how super religious I am, so maybe he thinks that means I'm homophobic, cause so many people from my church are like that."

How to unpack all that? I let go of his elbow, and we continued down the sidewalk.

"I can see this going two ways." I admit to being jealous, but I did want to help. "If he's gay, maybe he's trolling you to see if you react. You never know, but you may have him scared that you'll move out if you find out he's gay. It seems like you guys really get along."

"Oh, do we ever. We game together, but we both study hard too, so we're such a good fit."

"The other possibility is he's just an exhibitionist and likes to show off his body to anyone. I assume he's hot?"

Caleb nodded. "Yup. superhot, and his piece, like, I've never seen him hard, but it's big even down, you know?"

Jealousy surged again, but I always knew we weren't a forever thing.

"I want to help. Really. But I don't have some magic gaydar. If you point him out, I can go to a few of the gay bops and see if he turns up, but without meeting him, I don't know what I can tell you. Hey, if you guys like gaming, why not bring him over to my apartment? You know I've got a pretty cool set up, better and louder than what you have in your dorm, I'll bet."

He nodded but he bit his lip. "But how do I explain how I know you? I can't tell him we met on a hook up app."

"We did go running at the gym a few times, side-by-side on the tread mills. Tell him about that. You don't have to lie and say how we met, just tell him the truth that we're running buds, and we got talking about gaming, and I invited you guys over for beer and loud fun on Saturday." The kind of loud fun I wanted to have with Caleb involved groaning and moaning with pleasure.

"And you'll be able to tell?"

"If he's gay? We don't have some secret club signal, so who knows, but I'm going to find a way to drop that I'm gay. If he flirts with me after that, then yeah, he's gay. But if he doesn't flirt with me, it doesn't mean he isn't gay, just that he might not be into me."

"What if he's not gay and he thinks it's weird that I hang out with you."

"Then he's a dick. What, you're not allowed to have gay friends? That's homophobic."

"No, I mean he's never said that. I just worry is all." He stopped are stared up at the moon with a huge sigh before meeting my eyes with his blue ones, the pupils wide because the light was so low. "I know I'm being a dick, asking you to help me out with another guy, with maybe even hooking up with another guy. It's not that I don't still want to make it with you." He looked down at my crotch, which was definitely bulging.

"I sure still want to make it with you," I said. "But I'm happy that you're finding yourself, and guys your own age and not more than half a decade older."

He looked around to see if anyone was nearby, but we were alone on this residential side street. He stepped forward and grabbed my bulge, forcing a shudder through my entire body. "You don't look thirty," he whispered. "Whatever happens with Liam, I want to take a turn in that pillory of yours. My fantasy is that both of you take me at the same time."

My hand sought under his jacket and sure enough I found a bulge in his tracks that I could rub up and down, making him shudder. "You are super gay."

"I know that now, I mean thanks to you I admit it now." He closed in for a kiss, but headlights swept us as a car turned onto the street, so we sprang apart. He was nowhere near ready to come out, and I didn't want to rush him.

"Tomorrow. My place. 7pm." I made it an order. "I'll have beer and chips. Don't worry, I'll be careful not to out you unless I'm sure he's gay."

"I trust you." Now Caleb did give me a hurried kiss on the lips before he rushed away back to his dorm and his roommate. He was definitely coming out of his protective shell. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night.

Saturday, I pondered how to get a guy to reveal his orientation. I'm out of the closet, but I don't wave my arms and announce to everyone I meet that I'm into guys. Sometimes I just try to work the name of my current boyfriend into the conversation, especially if some woman is flirting with me. I like to let them know early so they don't make a move and get embarrassed or humiliated when I have to tell them I'm gay.

Exhibitionism. He liked to let Caleb catch him naked coming out of the shower. It doesn't mean he's gay, but it does mean he's a show off, proud of his body. What we need is an excuse for him to strip down and show off. I came up with a plan.

When I opened the door, I fought not to let my jaw drop. Liam was gorgeous. No wonder Caleb was so into him. He stood a little shorter, but even with a puffy jacket on he was lean and proportional, you could just tell by his elfin face and green eyes.

"Tequila!" he shouted, holding up a bottle with a laugh. "I'm Liam." He held out his free hand for a fist bump.

"Jamie." I met the fist bump. "Really good to meet you! Come on in." It was a funny first meeting, especially since I had told Caleb I'd provide beer. Did Liam come up with this on his own? That would be interesting.

They shucked their winter jackets and hoodies, following me into the kitchen while I collected three beers from the fridge. I had the heat cranked for this event, and I'd pay for it. I wanted them in their tees and tracks, hot and ready for fun. Liam's brown hair was shorn short on the sides but had a long stylish wave on top.

"You rent this whole house?" he asked as he slice some limes on the cutting board on my kitchen counter.

"There's a couple that rents the unit upstairs, but they go up to their cabin up north every weekend, so we can be as loud as we want! I got this floor and the basement to myself."

"Awesome! Shots!" Liam pulled three shot glasses from his pack and filled them up. This guy was very self-sufficient. "To kicking your asses at everything!"

Wow! He was the opposite of dour and conflicted Caleb. Liam oozed energy and fun.

"I'll kick your ass," I replied in challenge as we clinked glasses and downed the shots, chasing with the lime and the beer. The head rush hit me even before we got back to my game room. I picked up a controller. Danger. Don't get drunk and ruin the chance for naked fun.

Chips, beer and games. Heaven. All that I needed for a perfect night was sex. We took our places, them on my couch and me in the arm chair, and we picked up our controllers. We started with a boxing game, and Liam crushed us both, and he insisted on another shot of tequila to toast his victory. Caleb hadn't mentioned that his roommate was a drinker.

Next, we went first person shooter, fighting to clear a house of zombies. This time Caleb cleaned our clocks, so I set my plan into action. Racing. I'm a bit like a pool shark with racing because I'm unexpectedly good. I let the first race go to Caleb, the next one I sabotaged him by rear ending him and dumping him off the track so Liam could win. He leapt up, jumping while cheering with his hands and controller in the air, his shirt high enough to reveal a flat stomach. He gave me a high five for helping him. I won the next one, lost the next one and then came the moment.

"You need to get your head in the game," said Liam to me after taking a big hit of his beer. "You've got potential."

Got him. "I play better when the stakes are high."

"What money?" Liam shook his head and laughed. "All students here. No money to be found."

"Oh no, something more fun. Clothes. First guy down to his boxers loses and has to spend the rest of the night in them so he's constantly reminded he lost."

It's a good thing Liam looked at me, or he'd have seen the look of horror on Caleb's face. He subtly shook his head, his eyes pleading. I know what he's thinking, that he'll tent those boxers and give himself a way, but I had a plan for that too.

"What?" said Liam "Strip racing? I played strip poker once but this would be a first. You're on!" He took a drink of his beer and settled in with his controller, tense and ready to run. "Start her up! I'm gonna fuck you up!"

The thing was to sculpt the game, and I was that good. I let Liam win the first round, but I made sure I beat Caleb. It was important that he lose his shirt first. He took off a sock. Fuck. This would take more games than I thought, but I worked it, winning some, letting the other two win, until we got the socks out of the way. Finally, Caleb lost his shirt.

This was the moment. I stood as if stretching and took a sip of my beer, keeping a close eye on Liam in the mirror over the mantlepiece, him unaware he was under surveillance. Liam studied the game as if choosing a track while Caleb yanked his shirt over his head, he underarms showing off neat black bushes, a promise of what grew around his crotch. He was so firm and fit. Liam glanced over and looked away quickly to stare at the game.

Busted! He had just checked out his shirtless roommate. My gaydar pinged. They shared a bathroom, which means he must've seen Caleb shirtless before, but he couldn't resist another glance, the alcohol lowering his inhibitions. Now to draw him out, make him comfortable enough to admit he had a thing for Caleb.

My plan to lose the next race failed, Liam performing way worse than he should, losing to both of us. Wait a minute. Was Liam playing me? Did he have an agenda here too, and if so, was it just that his exhibitionist tendencies needed to be satisfied? He certainly put on a show, standing and grabbing his shirt by his waist and pulling it up over his head like a stripper. He armpits showed thin brown, nearly black, hair. His chest was hairless like mine with sharp pink nipples, and his pale skin was flawless--absolutely gorgeous. All three of us are twinks, although I know some say that anyone over twenty-five can't be a twink, which would rule me out.

The mirror gave Liam away again. As his shirt cleared his head, he gave a surreptitious glance toward Caleb and back to the big screen. He wanted to see if Caleb checked him out. My gaydar pinged again. He might just be an exhibitionist, but Caleb was the target. My cock hardened in my jeans. If I played this right, we'd all get naked tonight.

The game got weird. Liam's skill level dropped dramatically, and I struggled to lose. It was critical in my plan that I end up in boxers first. I lost my shirt, and I stood and put on a show like Liam's, making sure that when my shirt cleared my head, my eyes were on the mirror. Both guys checked me out.

There's no way Liam's game could get so bad so quickly. He was intentionally trying to lose, and so was I. Dumb moves, bad lane changes, it was tough to look like I was trying. Finally, I had to wreck to lose.

"Fuck!" I shouted, hoping my poor acting skill didn't give me away.

"Loser!" shouted Liam over me. "Down to your undies, dude, for the rest of the night!" He took a swig of his beer, but his eyes stayed on the big screen as he picked a new course.

I stood and side-eyed the mirror as I shoved my jeans down, my hard-on pushing against my boxer briefs, obvious and insistent. Busted. They both glanced my way. It didn't surprise me that Caleb blushed, but Liam's face flushed the second he saw my cock straining against the fabric. Both pretended they hadn't noticed, because that would mean they'd have to admit that they'd watched me strip. Now for the scary part of the plan.

"What do you wanna do now?" asked Liam, keeping his eyes firmly on the screen as he flipped through potential race courses.

"You guys gotta give me another chance," I said, still standing while I sipped my beer, not trying to hide my wood. "I can still kick your asses."

"Dude!" Liam turned and met my eyes, and I could tell he was fighting to make sure he didn't look down at my crotch. "You got nothing left to lose!"

"I got these." I pulled at the waist band of my boxers and let it snap against my abs. "High stakes'll make me way better. I'm betting on it."

Both of them pretended they didn't glance down at my tented boxer-briefs. If I lost, they'd see me in full bloom, nothing to hide. I sat and picked up my controller.

"You're funeral." Liam picked a game, but his flushed cheeks and a bulge in his tracks gave him away. He radiated excitement.

Playing for real was a relief, so I kicked ass and won by a mile, Caleb a distant second and Liam last. He turned and raised his eyebrows, studying me. "You sure are better with the high stakes."

He stood and shoved down his tracks, revealing a very significant bulge in his bikini-briefs. His erection was outlined by pushing to the right and up, but of course both Caleb and I pretended we didn't notice. His stomach and chest were flat and firm, his legs nicely slim. Total elf.

The excitement in the room was palpable, tense. Caleb chose a mountain course and we were off. I stayed just ahead most of the way through, but near the end I intentionally made a bad lane change, got stuck behind a slower car, and zipped out to catch them. I gave them a good run, making a convincing show of nearly catching them, but both crossed the finish line a hair ahead.

"Woot!" Liam cheered and high fived a wide-eyed Caleb. He was excited and freaked, for the answer that he hoped for wasn't necessarily in the bag. We were, however, about to find out one way or the other.

"You win," I said. "I'll have no more secrets now." I stood and shoved down my boxer-briefs with one swift motion, my hard on bending down then swinging up when free to slap my stomach and come to rest pointing high. My heart pounded in my chest. This could be the very abrupt end of the evening. My cock could not be ignored.

Liam's eyes bugged. "Holy fuck, dude, you're super hard!"

"Well, yeah!" I stayed standing, loving that both of them stared. I grabbed my beer and had a sip for courage. "Getting naked in front of two hot guys, of course I'm hard."

Liam looked to Caleb, whose eyes also looked ready to bust out of his head, and back to me. "Sorry, like, are you gay?"

"Fuck, yeah. I thought everybody knew. I'm totally out on campus."

Liam's head whipped to Caleb. "Did you know?" Caleb gave a quick nod, trying to look relaxed and cool and failing miserably because he was so tense.

"And you're cool with that?" asked Liam before his head whiplashed back to me. "No offence, dude. I'm totally cool with it. I just thought Caleb's so super religious that he'd have a problem, you know like homophobia and all that. I'm not."

"I'm okay with it," said Caleb. "I mean, the church I go to on campus isn't like the one back home. They have the rainbow flag outside and all are welcome, and the pastor makes a lot of sense, says our souls our more important than our earthly bodies, which won't matter when we're gone. That we should worry more about loving people than who people love." I noted he didn't admit to being super gay, just being accepting.

Liam nodded, looking from me to him. "Okay that's awesome. I'm glad you're not a homophobe." He looked back to me, my erection at his head height since I was still standing there sipping on my beer while this got sorted. "I guess the game's over though. You have absolutely nothing to lose."

Busted. Liam practically licked his lips. He clearly didn't want the game to end. I don't think Caleb had figured this out yet, but I was now certain. Liam was at least bi and wanted action.

"Not over." I had their complete attention. "I'm gonna make you guys a deal you can't pass up on a Saturday night. I want super high stakes. If I win, you lose an article of clothing. If I come last, I suck the winner's cock for thirty seconds." I wanted to say two minutes, but I knew if Caleb was the winner he'd shoot in under a minute. He was so hair trigger.

"Fuck yeah," cheered Liam. "Shots first. Wait," he turned to Caleb. "You good with that, I mean accepting and all?"

"I'm good with that," he said. "It's just games." How neutral of him. I wanted to scream

get out of the closet

, and I couldn't believe Liam didn't call him out, but maybe he just wisely waited for me to steer the situation.

Liam poured the shots, and we all stood and toasted, me totally naked and hard, Liam clearly hard in his briefs, and a tent in Caleb's tracks. We all pretended that this was normal, but we all knew it wasn't.

I played for real and so did they. We all did some of the best racing any of us had done for the entire night. I won the first race way ahead, and Caleb lost his tracks. His briefs tented, but Liam and I pretended we didn't notice. I won the next round too, and Liam lost his briefs. He stood and shoved them down without hesitation, then raised his arms above his head and stretched, turning towards me so that I could have a nice view of his hard cock. It was impressive, longer and thicker than mine, close to eight inches with a slim, cut head.

"Like what you see, gay guy?" What a tease. I like this guy.