Varsity Low

In a restless world

On the open highway

My home is where the heart is

Sweet to surrender...

to you only...

I send my love to you

Erasure ---- Blue Savannah Song

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I stood in the empty living room of the off campus apartment I had just leased for me and Anders. A large one bedroom in Canal Place, with Griffin's flat in the building next door. Excellent galley kitchen, big bath with tiled walk-in shower and long dual basin counter. Glass sliders out to a large, semi-recessed porch-like balcony. Views of a quiet, deep, wooded ravine. Anders loved it, and I had just nailed it down for us. Cool, cool, so very very cool.

A shiver of apprehension ran thru me. This was all so very 'adult'; not just the lease but living with Anders. We needed to make this work. His easy jock confidence and boyish joy around the prospect of our sharing off campus digs were infectious and made me smile thru my doubts.

The leasing agent had the biggest fake boobs I'd ever seen. Truly amazing given the epic augmentations some of stepmomster Vera's Richmond friends sported. The delivery guys from Macy's who had just set up our new bed called me 'sir' without even a hint of irony or innuendo, and I tipped well.

The bed was a gift from Vera. A king size Stearns & Foster mattress on a rock solid teak platform, it promised excellent fucking, spooning, sleeping, and cuddling. Vera had insisted on such a large bed, telling me quietly that 'nothing ruins a live-in relationship faster than trying to share a too small bed...trust me'. Her generosity and strategic gifting expressed her unquestioning belief in us.

Anders had taken charge of furnishing the flat. He and Grif made the rounds of thrift stores, CraigsList, and local on-line estate sales, Caleb backing them up with his truck and his muscle. Vera was sending stuff up from the Richmond place, and she followed Anders' lead on what he did, and did not, want from the house. I stepped back, offering advice only when asked, underwriting his purchases sight unseen.

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The next day Anders, Grif, and Caleb moved us in, while I attended a mandatory all-day orientation for my newly declared major, Communications & Media. I hurried to the flat as soon as I was free, finding Anders standing in the now furnished living room, a red steel 'All American' toolbox in one hand, a green bottle of Rolling Rock in the other. He was wearing worn 505's and a dirt smudged sweaty wife beater that soooo alarmingly enhanced his wide shoulders, thick muscular physicality, and warm soft fur.

"Hey, welcome home swimmer boy!" giving me his wide easy grin.

"Whoa...you should always wear that shirt, and like, never wash it, wrestler boy!" I leered. "How did move-in go?" I went in closer and openly huffed his manly Anders moving day funk. "Mmmm..."

"Everything's done, well almost everything. Have a look around..." he said, bursting with pride. "Grif and Caleb moved in the stuff we stored at Grif's, then the truck came from Richmond. We placed the heavy stuff before they had to go, and then I just kept working at it, hammer & tongs. Sheets on the bed, towels in the bathroom, kitchen sorted, put our clothes away. I even did the self-install for the WiFi and cable. I wanted to get it all done, and make it real nice for you, Trav." he said sweetly, suddenly bashful.

"Wow. I love it! Looks great. You are the best BF in the history of the world." I declared, looking around. A pair of '80's vintage easy chairs in burnt orange corduroy were grouped with the small leather sofa from my old room in Richmond. They faced my flat panel, now on a 1940's sideboard of blond wood, with chunky squared hardware, seemingly teleported from some ghastly Joan Crawford film. A round game table with four castered chairs was in the dining area, something I recognized from the great room at the Richmond house. In the bedroom, one large Danish modern chest held all our clothes, and a pair of profoundly Jet Age '60's floor lamps flanked the bed. "You've got a good eye." I said approvingly.

"Thanks, Vera said that too. I already sent her the pix." he told me.

"She's right, and that is high praise coming from her. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I do. Vera is totally cool, and it was fun working with her on all this."

"She likes you. A lot. None of this would've happened if she didn't, trust me." I said.

I fetched two cold Rolling Rocks from the fridge, and we settled into the orange chairs, facing each other. "Is there anything left I can do at this point?" I asked.

"Nope. Except keep praising me and maybe lick my balls later," he teased.

"That will so not be a problem," I laughed. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the extra key and fob to my VW GTI, sliding them slowly towards him across the cocktail table, a low rectangular box of Formica the color and texture of dark slate. "These are yours. I've added you to the insurance policy." I said, low and even.

"Thanks, Trav, for trusting damaged goods like me with your cool Trav car." he said, with a sardonic grin.

"Our car, Anders. And you are so NOT damaged goods, bro. I can scarcely believe my good fortune when I look at you; it's like I hit the BF Powerball every day." I half-teased.

"OK. Keep thinking that way. Can we make this work?" he asked, gesturing at the room with his green bottle of Rock.

"As President Obama always says, 'Yes we can!'." I laughed.

"You made this happen, Trav. You pitched Sam and Lydia over Christmas at the farm and got them onboard. You went heads up with Jasper and stared him down. You even reassured Coach Gafton that I would never miss practice 'cuz I would be living off campus."

"Yeah, I guess so. But you managed Vera. She would have sent up enough furniture and stuff for a ten room house if you had not reined her in and kept her focused." I reminded him, laughing. We leaned forward and clinked our bottles together.

We gulped the Rock. Jasper texted me:

JASPER: I hope the move-in went well. Vera shared the pix; looks good. I have increased the monthly pay-out from your trust. I want you boys focused on academics and athletics and not on rent and groceries. Apparently I have two sons now, and I fully intend to look after you both.

ME: Thank you father, we will make you proud.

I slid my phone over to Anders. He read the text several times, his eyes now wet and shining.

"Should I...respond? Text him?" he asked.

"No need. Every now and then he does or says something sweet, on the unspoken condition that no one ever calls him out on actually being sweet. It is just his way." I sighed.

"OK. Jasper is cool. Still plenty scary, but cool." Anders grinned. "Grif is bringing take-away from Sapphire Thai for supper."

"Nice. I am starving. Do we want him to stay over? Some Grif time would be fun."

"Yeah. Grif helped a lot on all this. We all need some randy play time." giving me his full-on green eyed male gaze. "The agenda will be all yours, Trav...think about what you want us to do to you."

"Ah, yeah, OK. I have some ideas." I smirked. As if we had conjured the living devil, Grif arrived, big bag of Thai food, two bottles of champagne, and a big fat spliff behind each ear. Worn sweats, new Merrells, green and white baseball shirt, shaggy and scruffy as ever.

"Trav! Little spoon! Preppie-hot as always! Congrats on the new place." he smacked my ass with one large baseball player hand.

"Thanks for bringing Thai food, Grif. I take it we are getting high?" his dark eyes radiated wicked fun as he pushed his tangled mane of dark hair back from his face with one hand.

"Hell yeah, stupid-high, but not until after supper, weed boy." he laughed. I put the champers in the freezer for a quick cool down, and unpacked the take-away in my new kitchen. Anders showed Grif his afternoon's work getting the flat settled.

"The champagne is from Caleb." Grif said. "He would have joined us, but he is taking classes to become a certified arborist."

"Wow. Champers from Caleb. Dude is so cool." I was touched.

"Wish he could be here." added Anders.

"Yeah, he got a big promotion with the university...'Assistant Director of Grounds & Greenspace'. I helped him with the application and we practiced interviewing, but he got in there and made it happen." Grif shared.

I opened a bottle of champers; holding the cork and twisting the bottle just as Jasper had taught me. Some vintage Mason jars were apparently our only glassware at the moment, which all felt very Holly Golightly and me smile.

I raised my jar in a toast..."To Caleb, looking after our leafy green trees, and being hot as fuck while doing so!" We clinked our Mason jars.

"He told me 'I like Trav 'cuz even tho he was born on third base, he never acts like he just hit a homer' ". Grif shared.

I was touched by Caleb yet again. "That sounds like Caleb. I went to HS with a lot of braying junior douche-bags, and I try hard not to be like them."

"Griffin, you are staying the night with us. Young Trav here will be running the agenda of carnality. Cool?" Anders asked.

"Very cool." giving us his wickedest grin. "I will have to slip out early, tho boys, I have an office meet with Dr. Atherton in Econ in the AM. Can't go in there reeking of man sex with dried cum in my hair, even tho he might like that."

"No worries, baseball boy, just as long as I get some middle spoon time between you two studs," giving them my very own wickedest grin. "Let's fucking eat some Thai food!"

We loaded the table with the take away cartons, plates, forks. I opened the other bottle from Caleb. We wolfed the food. Anders raised his Mason jar of champers; "to our first meal in our new home."

"Damn straight!" Griffin said. "To Trav and Anders."

We ate and drank and belched freely. "So great to sit and eat at an actual table." Griffin said.

"Yeah, this used to be in the great room at the Richmond place, Vera got some new stuff from Restoration Hardware and it disappeared. She had it stashed away someplace. It is perfect in here."

The three of us cleared the table, and I went into the bedroom to get out of my chinos, penny loafers and button down. Whew! Boxers and old tee. Now I could relax with my boys. Jose texted me:

JOSE: hey, Trav, congrats to you and Anders on getting your own flat off campus. you boys are meant to be together. sorry about last semester, I was an ass. forgive me?

I hesitated a moment, then deleted the text and blocked him. Anders was still real touchy about my Jose hook-ups last semester, and I would do nothing to hurt him like that again. Eyes on the prize, and I saw clearly now that my prize was Anders.

Back in the living room, Anders and Grif were kicked back in the orange chairs, finishing the champers right from the bottle. "Trav, all stripped down and comfy. You could just get naked for us." Grif teased.

"Maybe later. If you boys are real lucky" I shot back.

"Oh, I am always lucky. Got me a new townie boy named Kyle, barely legal, and he can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." Grif leered.

I laughed. "Flame on, you jocktard asshole! You'll do time over that young stuff, mark my words."

"Shut the fuck up you horn dogs, I'm tryin' to find this movie." Anders scoffed, a remote in each hand, concentrating, the tip of his broad pink tongue sticking out over his full velvet lips, a look that still stopped time for me.

The champers was done, and I fetched three cold green bottles of Rock, as we settled in to watch 'Sunset Blvd.' Grif lit a spliff and we passed it, the weed strong and funky, yet perfect for watching the wild-eyed crazy of Norma Desmond. "Damn Grif, this weed is like dipped in voodoo or something." Anders said, his handsome mug already relaxed into stoned cute boy mode, blissed out crooked grin.

"No voodoo here, wrestler boy." Grif shrugged.

We finished the spliff and the movie. Anders darkened the screen, got up and started doing some sexy dancey-dance moves, kinda slow and lithe, stripper moves. The dirty wife beater came off, he balled it and tossed it to me. Grif gave a lusty wolf whistle, his right hand down the front of his sweats, feeling his junk. The top button on Anders' Levi's was open, the fly getting lower, and lower still.

He wore a classic off white Bike jockstrap under the jeans, which had me transfixed the more of it we got to see as the jeans came down. I leaned into Grif and whispered, "you have to get more of this weed..I've never seen him like this."

"Yeah, nice huh? Wholesome farm boy goes slutty stripper." Grif laughed.

Anders continued his chunky beefy dance moves, muscles working in his back and shoulders, dancing his way towards the bedroom. Grif got up to to follow, and since I already had one hand deep in Griffin's sweats, I kinda' had to follow too.

Still in his jock, Anders stood by the bed. I dropped to my knees and Grif joined me. We just looked up at him, beefy muscled varsity wrestler bro, rug of dirty blond fur from collar bone to Bike. No wonder his teammates called him 'Thor'.

One big Anders hand started to rub the pouch of his jock, thick maleness still contained. Grif and I pulled off our clothes in near frenzy, returning to our knees in front of him. I reached up and felt Anders' full jock pouch, his dick hard and stretching the mesh. I slowly pulled the pouch to one side, freeing his 7" of thick girthy pudd, the heavy Nordic foreskin already back from his blunt pink glans, shining with fresh pre-cum.

I offered Anders' thick erection to Grif, and he eagerly went down, giving his slow suck. Anders moaned with pleasure. I went in from the side and licked his balls while Grif sucked his dick. He was un-showered after working all day on the move in, and his Anders scent was thick with male funk. I inhaled freely, my own 7.5" cut blond cock getting rock hard.

Grif moved off his dick and offered it to me to suck, and I went down, using my tongue to move the foreskin over his blunt glans. Another moan, one big jock hand gentle on the back of my head, guiding me, owning me as his suck boy. Griffin had moved to the backdoor, face deep in Anders' beefy wrestler ass, moaning as he tongued the pink slot I knew so well. Anders was giving grunts of male pleasure at being orally worshiped, front and back.

"Whoa, don't make me cum boys." he pulled back.

"What would you like Trav? We'll do whatever you want, swimmer boy." Anders growled, Grif nodding his agreement.

"I want you both to fuck me, on my back, ankles to ears. Hard, rough, rape-y, you both jizz my bro cunt deep. Anders goes first." I said, low and even.

"Fuck yeah!" Grif enthused, giving Anders a high five. Anders found the lube, I moved so my ass was at the edge of the bed. I watched Anders go down on Grif's nearly 8" inches of musky southern pudd, with its slight upward curve. Grif's ample balls were scrunched up in their nest of untrimmed dark fur.

They took turns rimming me, skilled studly tongues eager to prep my pink boy slot for getting used by their horny jock dicks. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base of my shaft to keep from cumming. "Fuck yeah, lick me!"

Anders stood, in my sight line, slow lubing his thick farm boy dick as Grif licked his balls. He pushed Grif off, moved closer, lubing my hole with three thick fingers He put his dickhead firmly against my bro pussy, then went balls deep in one grunting thrust. The pain was fast, blinding, exquisite. "Yeah, use my hole, make it HURT!" I cried out.

Anders hunched my ass, every muscle working with his deep digger fuck style, going deep, not pulling back much. My dick was drooling ropes of pre-cum, and I was trying not to cum too soon. Grif knelt on the bad near my face, greasing his ample maleness slowly so I could see it close up. Pearls of pre-cum appearing on his musky glans, which he let me lick off. Dude's semen tasted like fresh Belon oysters.

I was in some kind of voodoo sex trance, as Anders went into full rut and pounded me hard. "Ahhhhhh...." he unloaded his college boy jizz deep in me. his mouth open, handsome mug expressing pure male relief, his muscular physicality now sheened with sweat, matting his rug of chest fur.

Anders stayed in me while he fetched around from his epic male rut. Grif found a bottle of Rock, held it to Anders' mouth as he gulped, some of the beer drooling past his full lips, sliding down his chin onto the sweaty tangle of his chest fur. Gif then finished the bottle.

They traded places, Grif standing at my back door, slow lubing his curved meat, showing me what I was about to get. He teased my dude hole with three fingers, his mane of dark hair hanging about his handsome face. Anders was kneeling on the bed where Grif had been, slow strokes ramping up his thick erection yet again.

Grif was in mounting position and he too went balls deep in one awesome stroke. "Daaaamn! Hurt me dude!" I writhed, just wanting his meat in me. He went deep and hard, then backed off, thrusting his glans against my p-spot, the upward curve of his musky cock perfect for this move. He then just pounded hard and fast, keeping me at the edge.

"Ahhhh...I gotta CUM!" Grif shouted, unloading in me as he worked my ass. Anders' strokes over my face got faster, and he shot a worthy second load on my face. I let go and shot ropes of cum everywhere, cumming so hard I could hear myself keening like an animal. Grif stayed in me while we fetched around. Grinning, he and Anders gave each other yet another goofy jock bro high five over my supine body they had each thoroughly fucked.

"Feelin' better, Trav?" Anders asked.

"Very. I needed that, I was so stressed out." I laughed, still in fuck-recovery mode.

I could not stop smiling as I headed for the shower. Grif followed me in, and I lathered and rinsed him, rangy baseball player frame, gentle with his butthole, 'taint, and boy parts. He kissed me deeply while the hot water sprayed hard upon us. "Welcome to neighborhood, swimmer boy!" he said, grabbing my ass with one big hand.

Grif was drying off, and Anders came in, fighting off sleep like a little boy after a long day. I washed him thoroughly, and we dried each other off. "I gotta bed down...so sleepy, Trav." He got into bed, spooning position, and was asleep before I could cover him with sheet and duvet.

I found Griffin heating up leftover Thai food in the microwave, two forks in hand. "Eat this with me, Trav." We sat at the table and ate Drunken Noodles with chicken off the one plate. "Anders bed down?"

"Yeah, he's already out." said. I turned out lights and led Grif to bed by the hand. I spooned the soundly sleeping Anders, Grif came in from behind and spooned me. I was soon crashing into deep drooling sleep, safe between these splendid young men.

Dawn was at the window, I woke part way. Grif was gone, back to his own flat for his early day. Anders was snoring slightly, flat on his back, sporting some serious morning wood. I went back to sleep.

Later, Anders and I were shaving after showering together yet again, shoulder to shoulder at the dual basins in the bathroom counter. Shower-damp strawberry blond tendrils graced the nape of his big muscled neck. Our nether regions were wrapped in the huge white shower towels Griffin had gifted us.

Anders stopped his shaving, and was watching me shave in the big mirror. "What?" I asked.

His big easy grin broke thru his white beard of shave foam. "You make the cutest faces when you shave, Trav." he said.

"So do you, werewolf boy." I grinned back.

He turned to face me. "Are we home? Together?" he asked.

"Yes, we are home. Will you be my tethered love beast?" I grinned.

"Hell yeah. Every day. Twice on Sundays. Don't know what the duties are, but I am liking the title." Anders purred.

"Sweet. Get back to shaving beast boy, we will both be late!" I urged.

We were both late for our classes. It would not be the last time.