Calculus class sucks today.
You didn't get your usual seat in the lecture hall and the guy sitting in front of you is way too tall. Not only are you unable to take down notes, your stomach is growling loudly. You wish you didn't [[skip breakfast out of sheer laziness this morning|Your Morning]].
The professor drones on as you attempt to write down everything she's saying, which more or less results in an abstract interpretation of the shitstorm brewing in your head. The worst part of it all is that this is the one section you have no idea about and you *need* these notes badly. Sadly, it looks like you won't be able to acquire them unless you ask another classmate for help.
[[You look to the students sitting next to you|Your Classmates]].[[The dude sitting to your right|Dat Boi]] has one of those cheap sudoku booklets open, and instead of listening to the lecture, you highly suspect he's just fucking around. Meanwhile, [[the guy to your left|Not Tall But Still Dark And Handsome]] is diligently taking notes. He seems to be struggling to understand the concept as well, but at least he gets points for effort. The rest of your neighbors look too intimidating for you to ask after class.
So you're stuck with your two candidates. While not ideal for mooching notes off of, you keep them in mind as you redirect your focus to listening to the professor. It's the least you can do and hopefully something inside your brain will connect the dots. Maybe.
[[You lean back and groan silently|End of Class]].He's a half-head taller than you with broad shoulders, unkempt brown locks, a small beard, and a lackadaisy semi-grin on his face. He's rather roguishly handsome, in your opinion. Upon further inspection he's also wearing earbuds, which just about confirms that this guy simply does not give a fuck about the lecture. You figure he's either over confident about this section or has given up completely on this class. You're not sure which one.
[[You look around again to consider your options|Your Classmates]].He's just an inch or so shorter than you and looks as if he has money flying out of his ass. His hair is perfectly styled, his physique slim, his eyes drop-dead gorgeous. The faint scent of cologne tickles your senses; you quite fancy what he's wearing but resist the urge to inhale more of it because that'd be fucking weird.
[[You look around again to consider your options|Your Classmates]].You spent the morning grumbling and slapping your phone alarm to snooze instead of being a responsible 19 year old and preparing for the day. Your reason being? You accidentally walked in on your roommate and his girlfriend getting it on. You turned and shut the door as soon as you saw them, but the very thought of heterosexuals doing the do made you feel sick. Hence the 3 hour long shower and going to sleep with damp hair, and the subsequent waking up and not wanting to go outside ever again.
But enough about that; [[back to the dismal reality of now.|Start]]"And that's a wrap," the professor announces at last. "Tomorrow there'll be a short quiz to see if everyone understands..."
God no, why. It's only Monday but you already feel the pressure of the week-long workload weighing on your shoulders like a boulder.
You shove your notebook and pencils into your backpack and ponder whether to ask the [[Sudoku Boy]] or [[Mr. Handsome]] for their notes.He's packing up his things all too fast and before you could process what your body is doing, you place your hand on his. For a split second your eyes meet and your hand is getting clammy and damn he's hot and you swear he's on the verge of tears shit no don't do that-
"C-can I help you?" he whimpers.
"Let me borrow your notes!" you end up screaming at the poor child.
You're causing a scene. It's horrible. You're horrible. It's time to release the fish you caught back into the ocean so you can drown in misery you fucking terrible human being.
"I um, suppose so? Please let go of my hand first..."
You manage to resurrect your hand from the temporary rigor mortis you were suffering from just seconds ago. The two of you awkwardly fall back into silence as you begin packing up your things as well.
"Would you like to pick up lunch at the cafe?" he offers.
[[Shit's still moving too fast for you but you say yes anyway|Hot Coffee]].You gather the courage to approach the dude playing sudoku during class. He's probably chill enough to hear you out, you think.
"H-hey uh, do you think I can borrow your notes?" you manage to stutter out. "Couldn't really get today's lecture."
"I guess so?" he chuckles. "I don't take notes in class. I can still help you out though."
"Please." That comes out a little too pleading and you internally smack yourself for sounding desperate.
"I'm actually heading to the dining hall to grab lunch right now, so I can give you my email or whatever so I can help you later."
Before you could respond, your stomach growls loudly.
"Or you can uh, tag with me and have lunch together?" he suggests.
[[You nod grimly and follow him out the door|Walking]].You follow behind him like a lost puppy as he leads you to a fancy cafe on campus you could never afford the luxury of. He opens the door for you and the overwhelming scent of freshly brewed gourmet coffee hits you like a tidal wave. It's alluring, just like him.
"I'm sorry, I never quite got your name. I'm Quinton," he says, calmly.
"Pleasure me," you reply.
It's all too late when you realize that didn't come out right; Quinton's face contorts in complete horror and the patrons nearby shoot you judging glares.
"I-I mean, pleasure to meet you. The pleasure is mine?" you stutter in a vain attempt to correct yourself. "I'm uhhhh... Tristan! Tristan. That's my name."
It feels as if centuries pass before Quinton nods his head and tries to take it in stride. You inhale sharply and resist the urge to turn and run away, despite your brain telling you that he's probably not going to help you at this point. You hang your head low as the both of you walk up to the register to order.
Quinton turns to you and says, "Since I invited you here, lunch is on me. Feel free to have what you like."
[[You stare blankly at the menu|2fancy4me]].The way to the dining hall is a bit of a walk from class, and it doesn't really help that the rest of the student body seems to be walking in the opposite direction the two of you are headed. You feel like salmon swimming against the current.
Your companion turns to you. "Name's Renaldo. Renaldo Cortez," he says, emphasizing the 'ez' with a fake accent. "You best remember that, eh homie?"
You must have looked scared or something for a second, as Renaldo bursts into a fit of giggles.
"I'm joking, I'm joking! I'm not some gangster punk," he assures you. "Come on, I don't even know your name. Spill the beans."
"Tristan uhhhh, Gaylord. I'm Tristan," you say without much thought.
Renaldo bursts into a fit of giggles before slapping you on the back followed by a squeeze on your shoulder. "Just so you know," he whispers, "I swing both ways."
[[He runs off ahead of you|Dining Hall]].You could never understand why cafes had their menus in such small, thin font or colors that matched the background too much. Squinting harder, you manage to read a few of the choices available to you. "Finals Week Blend", "50 Shades of Earl Gray", "Spinach Feta Empanada"...
"I'll have the Spinach Feta Empanada, please," you say.
The edges of Quinton's lips curve into a fond smile as he pays for the both of you. Once the food is ready, you sit down at a table in the far corner of the cafe. You're still a bit self-conscious after your social fuck up but your companion is all too ready to forget what happened.
He pulls out his notebook (so pristine!) and slides it towards you. "I wasn't able to write everything verbatim, so I'm sorry if some of my notes don't make sense. I can try to explain them to you?"
You tentatively flip the book open to see the neatest cursive you've ever laid your eyes on. The notes are so organized and intuitive that [[you almost start to cry]] (but you don't because that's pretty fucking weird too). You [[idly thumb the next page]].By the time you catch up, Renaldo's already got plates of food in his hands. He ushers you to the table he set up fort at after you scan your food pass.
"You want this pizza?" he offers. "I'm gonna go grab something else."
Before you can even protest, he's run off again. Oh well. At least Hawaiian is your favorite type of pizza. You take a few bites before Renaldo returns with a rather... questionable plate. It's not the food that's questionable, it's the way he arranged it on the plate.
"Do you usually, uh..." you trail off.
"Eat a sausage flanked by two meatballs with mayo on the tip? Why yes, yes I do."
You decide not to comment further as he sits down and begins toying with the tip of the sausage. You're not sure if you should [[keep watching him do that]] or [[look up]].The way he holds the fork delicately while spreading the mayo across the rest of the sausage is strangely hypnotizing. You bite your lip as the teeth of the fork drag down its length, tracing up to smear more of the white sauce around carelessly. Your whole mind is so focused on this piece of meat that when he FUCKING STABS IT you physically jump a little.
Renaldo snickers. "Bro, you're drooling a bit."
[[You quickly wipe your mouth with a napkin to save face]].You look up from the plates to see the stupidest grin on his face. Renaldo catches your eye and winks before taking the sausage off the plate and licking the tip covered in mayo. The way his tongue wraps around the length of meat has you completely hypnotized, so when he takes a GIANT FUCKING BITE out of it you visibly flinch.
Renaldo snickers. "Bro, you're drooling a bit."
[[You quickly wipe your mouth with a napkin to save face]]"A-are you okay?" Quinton asks, slight panic in his voice.
You almost fucked yourself up again. "Oh yeah this? I just got something in my eye haha," you feign a laugh. You wipe your eyes while mentally kicking yourself in the gut.
Your mind kinda shuts down as Quinton begins to [[talk about what's in his notes]]."Are my notes readable?" Quinton asks.
"Huh? Oh yeah, yeah, of course!" you stammer out. "They're almost as perfect as you- shit fuck no-"
Too fucking late; there's fear in his eyes, the fear that you fear because you're afraid. Fuck if that even makes sense.
He fakes a cough. "Thank you, Tristan..."
Your mind kinda shuts down as Quinton begins to [[talk about what's in his notes]]Quinton drawls on, despite the fact that he knows you're not paying as much attention as you should be. You're trying, yes, but your mind is preoccupied with other things right now.
Eventually he clears his throat and closes the notebook. "My textbook has better notes, but it's at home." He scratches the side of his head. "If you'd like... you can come with me?"
"... What?" you manage to strangle out of your throat.
Quinton mutters some apologies but you're so shocked you feel like you're gonna pass out. Is he coming onto you? He's coming onto you. Holy shit.
"Sorry I couldn't help more..."
"I'm coming!" you blurt out as you leap to your feet, knocking your chair down. It crashes down loudly, making the other patrons glare you again, though honestly you don't care anymore. "I er- I mean, thank you. I'd like that." A lot.
[[A little too much probably]].You spend the rest of the time listening to Renaldo talk about... whatever he's talking about. You're not quite sure how your conversation about class connects to why gummy multi-vitamins are the best things since sliced bread.
"Ah shoot, is it this late already? I have to go meet my friend soon," he sighs.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had to go somewhere so I..." you trail off miserably.
Renaldo stares at you hard for five seconds then bursts into laughter. "Hey, it's not your fault. You should actually tag along with me, all of us can study together."
You're thinking about not taking up that offer seeing as to how he hasn't explained any of the concepts to you at all, but he's already packing his things to go.
"Come on," he says, "[[it's not too far off from campus]]."You follow Renaldo across campus past the little shopping plaza and into a residential area lined with apartments. The place is extremely well-kept; whole flowerbeds in bloom, green grass trimmed neatly, and... oh. Obligatory pile of dog shit.
"Ugh, gross," you mutter to yourself.
Renaldo laughs a little. "There are a lot of lazy dog owners here. This is upper-middle class asshole territory."
"And... your friend lives here?"
"Yeah, but he's alright, you know?"
Before long, you and Renaldo stop at one of the doors on the first floor. He rumages around in his pockets for a key when the door swings open, revealing [[a vaguely familiar figure.]]"Quinton!" Renaldo exclaims, dropping his backpack as he walks into the spacious apartment. He nearly bearhugs the shit out of his friend.
"I'm so glad you came on time! I just finished boiling the water for tea." Quinton (you're guessing that's his name, since Renaldo just hollered it) steps back and notices you for the first time. "Oh, and who's this?"
"H-hi," you mumble. "I'm Tristan. I think I saw you in Calculus?"
He looks you up and down before nodding to himself. "Ah, you're the one who stole my seat today?"
"I'm sorry!" you apologize profusely. "Someone actually took my usual seat too..."
Renaldo throws an arm around Quinton and the both of them laugh. [[You can feel your face heating up]]."Make yourself comfortable, yeah? I'll go raid Quinton's room for his notes," Renaldo says.
"Hold on," the other interjects. "I thought we were...?" Quinton starts gesturing wildly with his hands and only receives a wink as a response. He sighs before dropping his shoulders in defeat.
Meanwhile you sink into couch and immediately feel as if you'll never be able to get up again. Not because you're tired, but because it's so comfy and the couch has already accepted you as part of its being.
"[[Would you like some tea]]?" Quinton offers.You follow Quinton across campus past the little shopping plaza and into a residential area lined with apartments. The place is extremely well-kept; whole flowerbeds in bloom, green grass trimmed neatly, and... oh. Obligatory pile of dog shit.
"Ugh, gross," you mutter to yourself.
"The puppies are worth the stink." Quinton smiles. "Well, most times."
"You have a dog?"
"Not yet. Maybe one day I'll get a Tibetan Mastiff..."
You almost bump into Quinton when he stops in front of his door. Once he turns the knob, he [[gestures for you to go inside]].His place is nice. In fact, it's really nice. It's like your dorm's shared lounge area, except it actually looks like it was designed for people to chill out at. You notice the couch cushions in disarray and a few empty soda cans on the table next to some game controllers.
"O-oh! Sorry for the mess, I forgot I left these here..." Quinton gathers up the trash and gives you a meepish look. "Please make yourself at home. I'll get my notes from my room after I clean up a few things."
You're ready to [[sit down]] but think you should [[ask where his bathroom is]].You sink down on the couch and immediately feel as if you'll never be able to get up again. Not because you're tired, but because it's so comfy and the couch has already accepted you as part of its being.
Quinton shuffles out of the room and leaves you be to absorb your new surroundings. His place is great, and you think to yourself how lucky he is not to have to live in the dorms. Maybe after you get these notes down you guys can hang out more often, get to know each other better.
You lean back and close your eyes. [[This is nice]]."It's down the hall that way," he answers. "On the left."
You head towards the hall and see two doors opposite of each other. The [[bathroom door]] is closed but the door to your right is slightly ajar. It's probably his room and you should probably not take a look inside because that's probably rude but you're probably still thinking about taking a peek because you probably think there's probably something in there that's probably worth sticking your nose into. [[Probably]].Compared to the dorm bathrooms, this place is sparkling clean. Well, save for a few stray hairs stuck on the side of the sink. Still comparatively clean.
You lift up the toilet seat and unzip your fly to do your business.
That was boring.
After you wash your hands, [[you head back to the living room]].Against your better judgement, you look through the crack and see... something? It's suspiciously shaped.
Since you're a good boy and don't go into someone's room without their permission, you decide to go to the [[bathroom|bathroom door]] like you intended.
[[Or not]].Wow okay.
Ignoring the fact that you're making completely horrible choices and destroying what trust Quinton has in you, you peek your head through and take a closer look.
You know, you should probably go to the [[bathroom|regret]] like you said you were.
Or you can, you know, [[keep being your terrible, horrible self]].You shake the image out of your head and reach for the [[bathroom door]].As you start looking through the cracked door again, you hear a sharp gasp. Turning around reveals Quinton's pale and shocked face all too close to yours.
"Ah shit- fuck-"
"I-I c-can explain..." Quinton stutters. "I um, ah, er-" He fumbles with his hands in an attempt to compose himself. "That uh, dildo-"
You nearly choke on your own spit.
"Hold on, did you see it?"
"Y-yeah," you manage to say. "I uh, I don't judge. I mean, I'm fucking gay too."
[[Well, you just done fucked up.]]"Sure, I guess," you reply. "What do you have?"
"Genmaicha, a green tea," Quinton says, turning towards the kitchen. "I brewed it loose leaf so it's all that's ready, that okay with you?"
"Yeah." You've never had that kind before, but you do love yourself some green tea.
Not too long after, he returns with a tray in hand, balancing three cups and the teapot on it. Quinton sets the tray down on the table and picks up the pot, pouring some of that hot leaf juice into a cup before putting it on a coaster.
"It's had some time to cool but be careful," he warns.
[[You take a sip]].It's warm, not just temperature-wise, but also on your palate: earthy and rich in flavor. You close your eyes and enjoy the scent from your cup. It brings you back to fond memories of you and your moms' frequent picnics when you were younger.
Quinton takes a sip from his own cup and asks, "What do you think?"
"This tea makes me so gay," you whisper before you even realize what you've said. Suddenly you have the strong urge to pour your cup into your eyes.
You begin to make a motion as if you're about to jump out the window but stop when Quinton just mutters "same."
[[Lucky you, you're allowed to live another day.]]As you and Quinton stare each other down a la Western-showdown-at-high-noon style, the both of you hear the front door unlock.
"HOOOOOOONEEEEEY, I'M HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!"
"Fuck," Quinton whispers under his breath.
For some reason your pants are pitching a tent in this extremely inappropriate moment. You hope he doesn't notice.
But he does.
And so does whoever just barged into the apartment.
Never before in your life have you so wished for the [[sweet release of death]] (or well, [[something else]], as your lower body has demanded).Palms sweaty, arms heavy, knees spaghetti. You feel your heart pounding against your chest like a drum. Their mouths are still moving but you can't hear them. Everything is so far away. Your life is over and you are going to die.
One of them places a hand on your shoulder. "Hey, are you okay? You look pale."
All the blood has drained from your face and gone into your virgin dick.
"Look uh," one of them starts. "You don't have to be um..."
"I wish I had erectile dysfunction," you admit.
[[One winces and the other tries to laugh]].You have to admit that both of the other men standing before you are really hot. If you've been reading the situation correctly, you assume they're in a relationship with one another. You're envious of them because they're so darn cute together.
If this were better circumstances, you'd absolutely love to get to know them better. Sadly, this is not the case, as the both of these attractive young men are staring down your boner.
[[Guess you'll just die then|sweet release of death]].You're in his apartment and it'd be rude to look around without his permission, so you're gonna stay put. At least, that's what you intend to do before you hear the door creak open slightly only to slam the wall seconds later.
"WHO'S READY TO FUCK?!"
[[Not you, of course]].You know you're not supposed to be wandering around since you're in his place, but you tell yourself that you aren't going to poke around anywhere you aren't supposed to be since you're a good boy. After prying yourself off the couch, you head into the hallway you saw Quinton disappear into a few minutes ago.
One of the doors is closed but the other is wide open. You look in and see Quinton scanning the shelves against the wall.
You cough a little. "Sorry to um, interrupt you but I ah- was just wondering where you went."
It takes a minute for the other boy to register the sound of your voice, and when he does he panicks and trips over himself, knocking over [[a rather suspicious object from the shelf]].It's been a few minutes now and Quinton still isn't back. You figure he got distracted maybe, but you don't know. Part of you thinks you ought to [[wait a little longer]], another part says that [[finding him won't hurt]].For some reason, your pants are pitching a tent in this extremely inappropriate moment. There wasn't even a chance to try and hide it as the guy who barreled in through the door just stares blankly at you with his mouth open slightly in a little "o".
God damn it. You are so fucking gay.
And as it's just your luck, Quinton conveniently returns in time to see the both of you having a staring contest at your not-at-all-hidden dick.
Never before in your life have you so wished for the [[sweet release of death]] (or well, [[something else]], as your lower body has demanded)."Holy shit is that a dildo?" You're pretty confident it *is* a dildo but your brain refuses to accept the idea it's actually *his* dildo.
*Holy fucking shit.*
You strangle words out of your throat. "I uh, I don't judge. I mean, I'm fucking gay too."
[[Well, you just done fucked up.]]It's been a few minutes now and Quinton still isn't back. You figure he got distracted maybe, but you don't know, so you stay put. At least, that's what you intend to do before you hear the door creak open slightly only to slam the wall seconds later.
"WHO'S READY TO FUCK?!"
[[Not you, of course]].You have the foresight to chug down all your tea and burn the back of your throat before your hands start shaking too badly. Why are you so fucking nervous? And then you realize it's because you probably don't have a chance with the incredibly cute boy sitting across from you since he and Renaldo are probably dating. Oh.
But damn it, Quinton is cute and your thoughts are headed down the drain. You cross your legs to hide your expanding dick.
Renaldo returns soon after, notebook and textbook in hand. He takes a seat next to Quinton and slides the books over to you. "He's pretty good about his notes. You should be all set, yeah?"
"Isn't he joining us?" Quinton asks.
"Er, what for?"
Quinton locks eyes with Renaldo. "You kept talking about wanting to try something new out." The other boy scratches his head in confusion so Quinton sighs in defeat. "Do I really have to say it?" He leans in closer to Renaldo's ear and whispers something that makes Renaldo cough and splutter.
"Um, what's going on?" you ask innocently.
Quinton flings his hands in the air. "I've been waiting all day to get boned and you bring in a cute boy, and you tell me he's not going to [[fuck me silly]]?!"Your mind goes blank and their voices sound distant. Did you actually hear that right? No, of course not. That'd be silly. You're just having a very awkward bad dream and you'll wake up soon.
Except, no. This is real.
Both Renaldo and Quinton have stood up from the couch, their mouths moving and arms gesturing wildly. Your head spins. You get up to leave and immediately regret it as they now see your boner.
Never before in your life have you so wished for the [[sweet release of death]] (or well, [[something else]], as your lower body has demanded)."I'm uh," you start. "I'll just, go and forget this ever happened-"
"It's okay Tristan." You're conscious enough now to register the fact that Quinton is trying to look apologetic, despite the fact that he's extremely flustered too. "You can um... ah fuck, this is awkward as shit. Renaldo babe, say something."
The other man buries his face in one hand. "You're obviously backed up dude. If you're comfortable with it, we can- well. We're all fucking gay here. Well okay I'm bi, but you get the point."
"Are you really inviting me to have a threesome with you two?"
They look at each other before nodding and shrugging.
[[Well shit, guess this is actually happening]].Your mind feels hazy as you enter the bedroom. Renaldo and Quinton sift through the bedside drawers to pull out some things - condoms, lube, and- fuck, what kind of vibrator is that!? The only thing you know about sex, as a raging horny virgin, is from all the yaoi hentai you accidentally stumbled upon on purpose.
"I'm not ready for anal fisting," you blurt out. You're still standing in the middle of the room like an idiot.
The other two burst into laughter and sit down on opposite sides of the bed, patting the center of the mattress in invitation. As you approach them, your anxiety spikes up.
"Only if you're comfortable," Renaldo reminds you. "We won't force you to do anything you don't want to do."
"Of course, I'd love to do so many things with you," Quinton says in a half-whisper.
You sit down on the bed and look at the both of them, trying to push away the apprehension gnawing at your mind. There's no denying that you want *something* to happen, but you can't help but feel like you're in a really badly written PWP slashfic. You actually [[have no idea what how to do any of this]].You lean towards Renaldo but as you get closer, your nerves get the better of you. He takes the hint, thankfully, and closes the gap between you. His lips are slightly chapped but besides that he's surprisingly gentle.
It starts out rather chaste at first. As you grow more and more bold he opens his mouth slightly and invites your tongue inside, and you're more than happy to oblige him. Soon you're on top of him, kissing him deeply and swirling your tongue around his. It takes a little push on your chest to break the kiss.
"Hey," Renaldo whispers. "Remember to breathe."
You're thankful he did that because you just realized how winded you are. You look to your side to see Quinton [[getting a little impatient]].Quinton's eyes meet yours as you move towards him. Once you get close enough, he catches you offguard as he climbs on top of your lap.
He's eager to get what he wants, you learn very quickly. A little teeth on your lower lip turns into a bite and you can't help but start moaning. He deepens the kiss by introducing his tongue into the equation. Before long you learn to use your own tongue as well, starting to suck on each others' tongues. It's hot and slippery, intoxicating almost; your head keeps spinning and you don't even realize he's hovering above you until he pulls back.
"Sorry," Quinton says. He's obviously lying because he dips down and kisses you again, just as hungry as the first time.
"Go easy on him, Quin." Renaldo shakes his head with a chuckle. He [[leans towards you]].
Quinton pulls you towards himself with a hungry look in his eye. He's nothing like Renaldo was- he nips your lower lip, eliciting a quiet moan from you.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" he asks. "Do you want to keep going?"
You hesitate for a split second, wondering whether you should [[nod]] or [[shake your head]].
Renaldo is gentler than Quinton, much to your surprise. He lets you lead, easing you slowly at your own pace. You feel his stubble scratch your cheek a little.
"You doing okay so far?" he asks.
You hesitate for a split second, wondering whether you should [[nod]] or [[shake your head]].You give them a slight nod and they beam back at you.
"Was there anything you wanted us to do?" Quinton asks.
You cycle through the options in your head: [[be more gentle]], [[get rough]], [[get //really// rough|go kinky]]."I'm sorry," you say. "I'm getting a little overwhelmed."
Renaldo smiles gently at you. "You don't have to be sorry. Did you want us to [[be more gentle]] or to [[stop completely]]?""I want to go slow," you begin. "This is my first time, you know."
Quinton smirks and winks and you realize it's not quite for you. A split second later, you feel Renaldo snake his hands around your waist from the back. He exhales on the tip your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.
Renaldo presses a kiss to your hair. "Then you just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Quinton slips underneath your shirt and runs his hands up and down your chest, humming in approval after discovering your slightly toned abs. He meets your lips in a much tamer kiss. Meanwhile, Renaldo continues to plant butterfly kisses on your neck.
You close your eyes and enjoy them working on you, wondering whether you should [[take a little action]] or [[let them continue]]."I think I want to stop here," you say. "I-I'm too nervous for this right now."
"Hey, no sweat." Quinton glances at Renaldo. "... Give us a few miniutes and then we can help you study. If you still want to, I guess."
You blush for the umptenth time again. "Y-yeah, sure."
You excuse yourself from the tangle of limbs and exit the bedroom, [[heading to the bathroom]]."Don't hold back," you say, a little too eagerly.
A devilish glint lights up in Quinton's eye. "Never thought you'd ask."
You feel a pair of arms snake around your waist from the back. Seconds later, Renaldo nips the top of your ear. You gasp audibly and he presses a quick kiss to the back of your neck, smiling into it.
"Let us know if we're going too fast for you, then," he whispers, breath hot and heavy in your ear.
Quinton takes this chance to lean over you again and capture your lips in another heated kiss. His hands manage to get underneath your shirt and begin exploring your chest. You let your moans escape your mouth as Renaldo pulls on your earlobe with his teeth.
You close your eyes, [[enjoying these new sensations]]."Don't hold //anything// back," you say, surprising yourself.
"Are you sure?" Renaldo blinks once, twice.
Meanwhile, a sly grin spreads across Quinton's face. "Let us know if it's too much."
With that, he pulls you by the collar of your shirt and captures you in another kiss, hungrier than his first. He bites down harder this time, not enough to pierce your skin but enough to make you moan loudly into his mouth. All the while Renaldo rakes his teeth down the side of your neck, distracting you from the fact that one of his free hands has been fiddling with the zipper on your pants.
You close your eyes and [[focus on their touches]].As you and Quinton pull apart for air, you tug your shirt off and lean over him. Mirroring his actions from before, you start to feel him underneath his clothes. You stop as your hands reach his binder.
"Shit, I'm sorry," you say. "I-I should have asked first. Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Quinton exhales slowly. "Can I keep it on for now?"
You nod and he sighs in relief.
Seconds later, Renaldo presses himself to your back. You can feel both his chest hair and bulge poking at you. He presses a kiss to your ear. "[[Thank you]]."Quinton starts to raise the hem of your shirt and locks eyes with you, waiting for confirmation. You nod and let him pull it over your head. He seems very satisfied with the sight of you half naked and whistles to himself.
"Do you work out?" Renaldo muses. He runs his hands down your chest, touches feather light and teasing.
You blush from both the stimulation and embarassment. "You can say that."
He takes this chance to take your chin and capture your lips in a passionate kiss. Through half-lidded eyes, you watch Quinton peel off his clothes as well, leaving only his binder on.
Quinton pauses. "I'm leaving it on today, if that's alright with you."
You nod in way of confirmation, and he releases the breath he was holding in. Before long, [[he's tracing shapes around your happy trail]].Quinton pulls your shirt over your head and discards it somewhere on the floor; it's the first of many clothes to be forgotten until later. When he sees how toned you are, he whistles low.
"Damn, you're hot as fuck," Quinton chuckles.
Renaldo runs a hand over your chest. "You hit the gym?"
Your breath hitches in your throat, so you simply nod. Quinton pulls back to start peeling off his clothes. Renaldo tips your chin towards himself and kisses you with a fervor not unlike the other's from before. When he releases you, you look back to Quinton hesitating to take his binder off.
"... I'm going to leave this on today, alright?" Quinton says. It's more of a statement than a question.
When you nod, [[he sighs in relief]].Renaldo peels your shirt off and tosses it on the floor, humming in satisfaction as he traces his finger down your chest. When he reaches past your happy trail, he runs his hands back up again before tipping your chin up to give him more access to your neck. He sucks on your exposed flesh just enough to make you go crazy, but not enough to leave his mark. Your eyelids flutter shut as you try to gasp his name. Through a half-lidded gaze, you see that Quinton has stripped himself of his shirt as well, leaving only his binder and pants. You can't quite name the expression on his face.
"I'm keeping this on for now," Quinton says.
You nod in understanding, and he [[releases the breath he was holding in]]."Well, how much do you know?" Quinton tilts his head in confusion.
You look away, not wanting to see their expressions, as you mumble something about semes and ukes. Honestly you could die right now.
Renaldo snorts. "Yeah, we don't do that here. Me and Quin at least. Maybe let's talk about what you're not okay with first and go from there?"
"I don't know, honestly," you admit.
"Hmm... I don't think you ought to bottom for your first time." He glances over at Quinton, who begins to pout. "And let's definitely leave BDSM for later."
"Sounds reasonable enough." You can't help but wonder why he said *later*, but [[decide not to say anything else]].
Quinton sits back up as Renaldo runs his hands all over your bare chest. "Let us know if [[you're ready|continue]] or if [[you need us to stop|stop completely]]."Renaldo presses a tender kiss to the small of your back as Quinton trails his fingers down. When he reaches your zipper, he looks at you, waiting for a sign to either [[continue]] or [[stop|stop completely]].Quinton pulls you towards him as Renaldo begins undressing himself. When your lips crash on his, he moans your name into your mouth. God, you could get addicted to this.
You feel Renaldo's hands on your ass, reaching around your waist. "Are you ready to do this?"
You take a moment to think about whether [[you are]] or if you need to [[slow down]].Renaldo lets you go as he begins undressing himself so you turn back to Quinton, who is all too eager to pull you down with him. You ready yourself for another breathtaking kiss, but instead, he gingerly touches your forehead with his.
"Doing okay so far?" he whispers. "Do you want to [[keep going]] or [[no]]?"Quinton gives you a cheeky grin. "That's good."
He finally delivers the kiss you were expecting earlier and tangles a hand in your hair. When he pulls back, he passes you to Renaldo, who greets you with a quick peck on the lips.
"Last chance to [[back out now|no]]," Renaldo says. "Are you [[ready]]?""I'm sorry," you say. "I'm getting a little overwhelmed."
Renaldo smiles gently at you. "You don't have to be sorry. Did you want us to be [[more gentle]] or to [[stop completely]]?"The heated moment has passed and you can feel your dick deflating slowly. Even though both Renaldo and Quinton look eager to please, they assure you that they won't begrudge you for deciding not to take the plunge.
It takes you a moment to make up your mind on whether you should [[step away from this]] or [[go all in]].You sigh to yourself. "I'm sorry guys. I'm too nervous for this right now."
Renaldo smiles apologetically. "Hey, no sweat."
"You ah, probably still need my notes, huh?" Quinton glances at Renaldo. "... Give us a few miniutes and then we can help you study. If you still want to, I guess."
You blush for the umpteenth time again. "Y-yeah, sure."
You excuse yourself from the bedroom, [[heading to the bathroom]].You manage to push down your hestitation and look at the two men before you. You suddenly feel a strong urge to kiss them both, though you're not sure who first: [[Renaldo|Renaldo's kiss]] or [[Quinton|Quinton's kiss]].You nod again and Renaldo smirks. He pulls your zipper down and discards both your pants and boxers, smiling wider as your cock springs free. He teases the tip with a chaste kiss that sends a shiver down your spine. You'd be self-conscious of the fact that you're uncircumcised, but don't have time to think too much about it as Renaldo wraps a hand around you and gives you a quick pump, chuckling when you buck your hips forward. You would swear but Quinton quickly silences you with his mouth.
Nothing could honestly prepare you for the moment when Renaldo goes down on you. His mouth is hot, slick and so, so very tight. His head bobs up and down in shallow strokes at first, building up delicious pressure. Breaking his own rhythm, he goes down all the way, causing you to throw your head back when you feel your dick hit the back of his throat.
Renaldo pulls back and coughs a little. "S-sorry, been a while."
"You were really good," you sigh, still recovering. "Are you okay?"
He nods and [[makes room for Quinton at his side]].Quinton starts making out with Renaldo in front of you. Watching them go at it makes something in your chest tighten. You don't have much chance to dwell on it though as the two break apart from each other.
"Still can't believe you're the one who wanted to do something like this," Quinton says, glancing sideways toward Renaldo.
The other man brushes his hair to the side. "Heh, you say that as if you don't test all your kinks on me."
Quinton mutters something akin to 'that's your own fault' before he turns to you and leans in. You can feel his breath dancing on your raw skin. "[[Enjoy the view]]."You close and lock the door behind you, burying your face into your hands in embarassment. By some miracle you haven't had a heart attack yet, so that's good. Your attempts at calming down work to varying degrees of success but you still have an urge to feel *something*.
Eventually you decide on a cold shower. You take your clothes off and let the water warm up just a little before stepping in. As your skin acclimates to the temperature, you turn the knob down until it's as cold as you can handle. You place your hands on the walls of the shower and [[close your eyes]].
Today has been a terribly awkward day and you realize you've made another terrible mistake by the time you finish rinsing off soap. The idea of having used Quinton's soap is too intimate for you to digest, and you'll have to use his towels to dry off too. Whoops. You eventually get over it and put your clothes on before leaving the bathroom and going back to the living room.
On the bright side, at least you'll get notes for class.
(link:"Start Over")[(goto:"Start")]Oh fuck, they're giving you a double blowjob. Seeing them fight over your cock is almost enough to send you over the edge. You lean back and moan their names, feeling them works their tongues and hands over your shaft. [[Your mind grows hazy]].Quinton is surprisingly gentle as he undoes your zipper and coaxes your cock out. He teases your tip with feather touches and light taps before peeling your foreskin down. He's wrapping his lips around the head, and you can't help but moan a little as you lean back and expose more of yourself to him. Quinton's tongue is hot and slippery as he bobs his head up and down. You hit the back of his throat several times, and each time you do, he moans around your length.
[[Fuck, that feels so good]].The two nod in understanding and reposition themselves accordingly. Quinton kneels in front of you, [[hand toying with your zipper|continue]].Renaldo pushes Quinton's head down on you, and the other man gladly accepts more of your length in his mouth. The way he works his tongue on you, sliding under the head and around, feels so, so fucking good. You can't help but feel exposed when he stops.
"Let loose whenever you want." Quinton strokes your dick to keep you from losing momentum. "You want to cum [[on my face]] or have me [[swallow]]?"
Quinton goes back down on you, faster and tighter this time, and stars fill your vision. Renaldo kisses you with equal fervor and need. You're a hot fucking mess between the two of them. You're gonna cum, [[any moment now]].[[Fuck]].[[Quinton's moans get more intense]].[[Fuck, you feel it coming]].[[Fuck|swallowing]]!You thrust your dick down Quinton's throat and scream his name, spraying spurts of hot cum in him. And fuck, does that feel good. You don't know how much you're feeding him, but you're sure [[this is the most you've ever cum at one time]].Quinton goes back down on you, faster and tighter this time, and stars fill your vision. Renaldo kisses you with equal fervor and need. You're a hot fucking mess between the two of them. You're gonna cum, [[any moment now|bj1]].[[Fuck|bj2]].[[Quinton's moans get more intense|bj3]].[[Fuck, you feel it coming|bj4]].[[Fuck|spray]]!Quinton pulls away just as you begin spraying spurts of hot cum at him; his hair, his mouth, his chest, nothing is spared. This has to be the most you've ever cum at one time because [[you just seem to keep coming|this is the most you've ever cum at one time]].Not long after, Renaldo comes on your ass. As you feel your skin growing sticky and hot, you close your eyes and bask in the afterglow of ecstasy. You're still not sure how this all happened but you're glad it did.
You just can't help but feel as if you got fucked over getting notes for class.
(link:"Start Over")[(goto:"Start")][[Renaldo takes you in, all the way to the base of your cock, while Quinton plants kisses on your thigh]].[[Quinton replaces Renaldo, who teases your tip with his tongue]]. [[Fuck, that feels good]].[[Pressure builds as they stroke your pulsing cock, hot and slick]].You release all too soon, right on both of their faces. Seeing them both drenched in a mixture of sweat and your cum is fucking hot. In the midst of all the ecstasy, Quinton pulls Renaldo in closer and strokes his cock until he cums too.
You lay down, spent, with eyelids growing heavy. You're still not sure how this all happened but you're glad it did.
You just can't help but feel as if you got fucked over getting notes for class.
(link:"Start Over")[(goto:"Start")]You feel the mattress creak as Quinton gets up but focus your attention on Renaldo, who's now unzipping your pants. You lift your hips to help him tug them off, boxers and all. You can't help but flush when you look down and see both of your cocks just barely inches apart. He's circumcised and rather hung compared to you, only by sheer virtue of being bigger than you.
You gulp nervously. "You said I'm not going to bottom right now, right?"
"Don't worry about it," Renaldo chuckles, before planting a kiss on your forehead. "I think you're gonna love this."
Quinton walks up behind Renaldo with the bottle of lube in one hand and [[some sort of belt in the other]]."That's fine," Quinton says. He gingerly touches your forehead with his. "Still want to [[keep going]] or need us to be [[more gentle]]?"You realize it's a strap-on harness when Quinton puts it on and adjusts the belts to fit. He takes one of the condom wrappers, looks you dead in the eye, and tears it open with his teeth.
Holy fucking shit that's hot.
While you're distracted, Renaldo takes this chance to peel down your foreskin. His hands move to your thighs to spread your legs wider. You oblige him and he rewards your cock with [[a teasing kiss]].Renaldo works his tongue underneath the head and takes you in his mouth, slowly, agonizingly. You throw your head back and moan his name, clutching the bedsheets tight.
Renaldo's grips your thighs tighter- as you look up, you see it's because Quinton is drizzling lube on his ass. Quinton tests one finger inside of Renaldo, then two. With each pump, Renaldo sucks on your own cock harder. Soon it's three fingers and Renaldo can hardly control his moans of pleasure, and each time he does, [[it feels amazing]]."Think you're ready, babe?" Quinton asks, pulling his fingers out of Renaldo.
"*Please*," the other man begs.
Quinton locks eyes with you. "This is our first time doing something like this, but don't be afraid to fuck his throat. He's a good boy." He chuckles before grabbing Renaldo's hip. "[[I'm gonna make you sore]]."Quinton pours more lube on his strap-on and strokes it to spread it evenly. When he's sure, he presses the tip into Renaldo's ass. Gripping his hips with both hands, Quinton begins to thrust in.
You look down at Renaldo's face, contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure. You can feel his hot breath dance on your raw length, making you even harder. His back stiffens slightly once Quinton is buried to the hilt.
"[[Fuck me]]," he gasps.As Quinton begins to move, Renaldo takes you in his mouth again. His mouth is hot and slick, and each time Quinton thrusts from behind, you hit the back of his throat. Your own hips start bucking on their own accord, falling into [[a steady rhythm]] between the three of you.[[In the middle of the heat, Quinton reaches around and pumps Renaldo's cock with one hand]]. [[Pressure building, you grab a fistful of Renaldo's hair and urge him to swallow more of you]].With one final thrust, you release your load into his eager mouth. Renaldo himself cums soon after, earning him a satisfied sound from Quinton.
You lay down, spent, with eyelids growing heavy. You're still not sure how this all happened but you're glad it did.
You just can't help but feel as if you got fucked over getting notes for class.