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Chapter 2: Making Me Work For It
Things were not the same after the night of the party, where I had introduced Lochlan into the world of gay college sex, and the two guys at school who shared his blood were part of the initiation. Saxon still chatted with me, but it had been a couple weeks since the group party and he had not asked me over for any action. Peter, too, seemed to suddenly have more success with the ladies, and, to him, my services were apparently not needed at the moment. I saw him at a couple parties, but he disappeared with a girl before I got a chance with him.
Then, one day, they started playing games with me.
A text came in from Peter around 3am one night. "Go check outside your door."
I was confused, and I was just finishing up a session with one of my large dildos, having decided to have a solo night. I threw my stuff under my bed and pulled on some pajama pants to open my door. My erection was obvious, but if anyone was there, they would not have a problem with it. Hoping to avoid some prank, I peered through the peephole to see Saxon standing there, his arms leaning on either side of my door, his hair slightly askew, signalling the end of a night of partying. I smirked, wondering what caused the change in his MO.
When I opened the door, he lifted his head to meet my gaze. I didn't say anything, waiting for him to take what he wanted from my body. But, he didn't move.
"How thin are these walls?" he asked me, curiously.
"What?" I responded, clueless.
"Bet you could hear a lot through them," he pondered, inspecting the doorframe.
"Um... yeah... I bet," I said, getting ready to pull him into my room, deciding that the hallway was not the place to have a stupid conversation, "so maybe you should---"
"Did you know," he interrupted, "Sadie's bed is like a foot away from yours on the other side of that wall?"
I glanced back to my bed, and the wall next to it with some posters on it. I smirked.
"Yeah," I said as I turned back to him, "I've heard a lot of action through that thin wall. She's a bit of a screamer, and so is her boyfriend." I started to touch myself over the pajama pants, my pleasure in the situation starting to grow.
"Well," he said, "they broke up." I raised an eyebrow.
"And she called me," he said, meeting my gaze again with a dark look in his eyes.
The shock hit me. The thrill that he was not going to fuck me tonight, rather he was going to torture me by fucking the girl in the dorm next door.
"Do her facing this wall." I said, increasing the pace of my hand over my pants, then letting go. While he stayed in the doorway, I left the door open and grabbed the suction cup dildo out from under my bed, and put it on the wall that would be separating me from him.
He smirked, and walked away, seconds later knocking on Sadie's door. I peaked out into the hallway, and watched as she quickly grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into the door, slamming the door shut behind him.
I returned to my bed, the electricity of Saxon's teasing scheme affecting me like a jolt of adrenaline, and I got on all fours. I heard sloppy makeout sounds, before their weight fell onto the mattress, the rhythmic squeaking revealing that he wasted no time in helping her get over her breakup. Then, it happened.
I heard hands hit the wall, and then aggressive, fast-paced thumping. When I literally saw the dildo moving a bit with the rhythmic thuds, I quickly leaned back and put my ass down on it, rearranging my guts. The movement through the wall started to actually move the dildo inside me. I wished he would just start using my body again, but this teasing was tantalizing.
He lasted a long time, never pausing from his fast-paced slams into that poor girl. He didn't even switch positions. He was really toying with me, making sure I was thoroughly teased. When I finally heard the pumping get erratic, I knew he was going to cum, and I grabbed my cock. I heard his familiar groan through the wall, and I squirted a load onto my bed, not even bothering to grab a towel. I was so tired after cumming, I fell asleep right on my cum stain.
The next day Lochlan texted me, saying he was coming back to campus in a couple weeks and wanted to see me.
"Your brothers are still taking their space since our fun night," I responded, "not sure they're up for it."
"I can convince them," he replied.
"How so?"
"I've seen their porn habits, trust me," he replied mysteriously.
"Well I'm down for literally anything," I sent, then after a pause I added, "I think."
He hearted my last message, but didn't explain anything further. I realized if I wanted to relive my fantasy of the hung brothers three, I was going to have to work for it.
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The air was charged with a different kind of energy the by the time Lochlan came back to campus. The once casual dynamics between Saxon, Peter, and me had shifted into something taut, unspoken, and electric. There was a tension now, a flicker of hesitation in their eyes when they looked at me, passing by on the brick student walk, as though they were both drawn to and wary of what I represented--the catalyst for their shared desires. Lochlan, however, carried none of that caution. His eagerness was raw, unbridled.
When Peter texted me to come over to Saxon's apartment, I thought I had high hopes of how the night was going to go, but I would come to find out that surprises awaited me.
I held my breath and knocked on the wood-paneled door of Saxon's posh, off-campus apartment. In a short moment, Peter threw the door open and greeted me with his familiar, care-free smile. "Come on in, buddy."
Normally, I was simply told that the door was unlocked, and I would walk through to his office space in the second bedroom, and get on my knees. Tonight, I entered to find Saxon sitting on his couch, his feet propped up watching a Formula 1 race. While my instinct was to get on my knees and see what the boys wanted to use me for tonight, the mood was casual, so I just ate some snacks and started chatting with Peter.
In a few minutes, Lochlan was at the door, and the innocence of his aura filled the room the moment he stepped into Saxon's apartment.
His pale skin seemed to glow under the dim light, his dark curls framing his face in a way that made him look almost angelic. But there was nothing innocent about the way his hazel eyes locked onto mine, a hunger burning in them. He was actually taller than I remembered, his lean body now carrying a hint of muscle that spoke of countless hours on the field the past few weeks. His button-down shirt hung open, revealing the smooth, taut expanse of his chest, and my fingers itched to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin beneath my palms.
Saxon and Peter were quiet, our combined presence a silent reminder of the taboo line we'd crossed the last time we had gathered. Saxon leaned against the kitchen counter, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched as he watched Lochlan with protectiveness, and something more primal. Peter sat on the couch now, on the phone arguing with someone, presumably the new girlfriend, his backward hat tilted slightly, his free-spirited smile replaced by a look of unease. The room was thick with unspoken words, the kind of tension that could only be broken by breaking more rules.
I didn't hesitate. I never did when someone like this twink was in my field of view. I crossed the room to Lochlan, my fingers brushing against his as I reached for his hand. The memory of him grabbing my head in the heat of passion and kissing me the last time we were together was at the forefront of my mind. His breath hitched, his eyes widening as I pulled him toward the bedroom without a word. Saxon and Peter didn't stop me, but I could feel their eyes on us, the weight of their shared history pressing against my back.
The door stayed open behind us, and Lochlan's eagerness was almost tangible. He pressed me against the wall, his hands gripping my waist, his lips crashing into mine with a hunger that left me breathless. His cock was already hard, pressing against me through his pants, and I could feel the heat of it, the way it demanded attention. As I listened to Peter and Saxon whispering in the next room, I broke the kiss, my hands moving to the waistband of his pants, and he let out a low groan as I freed him.
His cock was as impressive as I remembered--thick, heavy, and already dripping with precum. I dropped to my knees, my lips wrapping around the head, and he gasped, his fingers tangling in my hair as I took him deeper. He was dominant in a way that surprised me, his hips thrusting forward, forcing more of his length into my mouth. I let him, my throat stretching to accommodate him as I looked up at him through hooded eyes.
Fuck, he's perfect, I thought, the slight curve of his cock pressing against my throat in a way that made my arousal spike. His hands tightened in my hair, his breath coming in shallow gasps as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked harder. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding back, and I wanted to push him over the edge.
But before I could, the door creaked open. Saxon stood in the doorway, his eyes heavy with arousal, his cock already hard and straining against his khakis. Lochlan didn't stop, his thrusts becoming more erratic as Saxon stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Saxon's hand moved to his zipper, and the sound of it was loud in the quiet room.
Lochlan pulled out of my mouth with a groan, his cock twitching as he turned to face Saxon.
"You wanna watch?" he asked, his voice low and teasing. Saxon's jaw tightened, but he didn't answer, his eyes locked on Lochlan's cock.
