The Intellectual Pansexual

The Intellectual Pansexual Peter de Ruthyn

Chapter 9

"Can I come live with you?" Taylor asked. He and Josh were doing free weights after their morning swim. Rachel had put them all through yoga before sending the teens off to the pool. Now she and Jason were doing a few laps while the boys took their turn with the weights.

Josh chuckled. "So soon? You must really like this lifestyle."

"I love it. I feel home for the first time."

"Okay, you can move in next year if you want to and we don't have anything else going on."

"Wait--are you serious?"

"Of course," Josh said. "There's no reason I should be living in the dorms since we're this close, and a Jeep like yours to drive back and forth would be cheaper than housing anyway. But my college fund pays for it, and my mom really wanted me to enjoy dorm life and its sexual possibilities for at least a year. I plan to move home after that, though. Really, why would I want to take dates back to a dorm room when we could be fucking our brains out in the hot tub?"

"Makes sense," Taylor grinned. "You guys have an amazing place for sex here. I'm guessing your mom set it all up that way."

"She sure did. So yeah, I'd love to share my bed with you for the rest of our college careers."

Taylor put down his weights and kissed his friend. "Why are you so good to me?"

"Because being around you makes me happy. I always wanted a twin brother I could share my body and life with freely. And you feel like that brother to me. Except that your dick is bigger than mine. Which I'm not complaining about."

"You're a brother any guy would be proud to have. Thanks for being mine." Their tongues fought for supremacy and Taylor's won.

"You know, next year is going to be really interesting."

"How?"

"Living our unashamed pan lives. Watching what happens if one of us invites someone to stay overnight and then casually tells him or her that our roommate sleeps in the same bed and will almost certainly want to make love to them as well."

"It'll weed out the ones who are afraid. Besides, they don't have to stay overnight."

"Yeah, waking up with you is amazing regardless of whether we have company."

"What I really want," Taylor said, nipping his friend's earlobe, "is to be able to wake up in the morning and see my girlfriend riding your dick."

"While my boyfriend sucks your cock," Josh contributed.

"And then I'd kiss you," Taylor finished, and suited the action to the words. Instead of forcing his tongue down Josh's throat, however, he pulled away at the last moment as Josh leaned into the kiss and dropped to his knees. He pressed his lips to the runner's feet over and over, showing genuine love in his task. Josh went from plump to erect in five seconds.

"I don't know how the boys on your team resisted you all those years."

"They weren't nearly as fun as you." Taylor straightened up and swirled his tongue around Josh's cocktip, playing with the boy's foreskin. "There were boys at school, though, who would have done this to me in a heartbeat." He smiled wistfully. "Especially Jeremy."

"Jeremy? Who's Jeremy?"

"Jeremy was my best friend in high school," Taylor explained slowly, interspersing his sentences with licks and kisses. "Actually I kind of miss him. We got caught up in other things this year and drifted apart. He's this adorable little blonde boy. I wouldn't call him a twink because he's fit as fuck, although in a way you might not notice at first. He's smart. He's at Yale studying business now. And he's the bravest guy I ever met until I met you. Being a gay kid in the midwest is still not easy. Especially for the flamboyant, and Jeremy was. Not by being feminine or prissy, if you get the idea, but by being so confident about his sexuality that it made everyone else seem wimps by comparison."

"And you were his protector," Josh said, his mind racing ahead of Taylor's narrative.

"At first, yeah, until he made it clear he was un-fuck-with-able," Taylor giggled. "Then we became friends. There was no storybook gay romance between us. The sweet boy didn't flip the jock. He never even made a pass at me, even when we were drunk or stoned. We just accepted each other and enjoyed being with each other. I loved his confidence, his fearlessness. And he loved that I not only respected but looked up to his idealism."

"You wanted to be like Jeremy," Josh exclaimed in sudden realization. "That's why you're on your knees in front of me. You're in pursuit of two different ideals: freedom, and your hero. And you're wishing you'd had the courage to do this to him when you had the chance--and you're training to make it up to him in the future."

"Yeah," Taylor said, and leaned forward. With a single smooth movement he swallowed Josh's shaft to the base.

"He would be so proud of you right now." Josh closed his eyes and enjoyed the blowjob. The swimmerboy's breath control was coming in handy as he deepthroated his roommate. So too were his strong fingers, which gently kneaded Josh's balls. They made the runner's nuts ache deliciously.

"Cocks down, boys," Rachel called, climbing out of the pool. "Jason and I need to run into the office for a few hours, and I think you'd rather play there than here. Save those loads."

"What?" Taylor said in astonishment, pulling off her son's dick. "You'd let us have sex in your office?"

Rachel shrugged. "Jason and I do it all the time during the workday. Why wouldn't I want you to do it there on the weekend? We'll be the only ones there anyway."

"I fucking love you guys!" Taylor screamed, leaping straight up in the air in his excitement. Rachel laughed and grabbed a towel. Jason came strutting across to them, an anticipatory glint in his eye.

"Hey, Taylor. Come here for a sec." He grasped the blonde by his semi-hardon and led him off towards the small lawn off to the side of the pool.

"What's up?"

"Josh has been telling me about your swimmer kink."

"Has he?" Taylor rubbed his stiffening dick brazenly against Jason's body.

"Yeah. I think it's hot. Used to do it with a college boyfriend. And we'd make out while doing it. Ever done that before?"

"Not yet."

"Wanna try it?"

"Is that why you were giving me all those iced coffees this morning?"

"You're a smart kid."

"You're a sexy bastard." Taylor squatted enough to frot his cock against Jason's. Both turgid pieces of meat were being squeezed between their eight-pack abs. "Good thing you asked me, because if I hadn't been distracted by Josh's dick, I'd already have hopped in the pool."

"That would have been a waste. Thankfully Josh is very distracting." The smaller jock pulled his boy in for a kiss. Both of them were straining to control themselves. Piss dripped from their near-erections at first, then fountained upward as the joy of release swept over them, coating both of them in one another's heat. They must have been holding it for a while. It took nearly a minute for them to finish, and the kiss went on for longer.

"Fucking incredible," Taylor gasped. "Jason....thank you...."

"No problem, stud," Jason smiled. "It's good to share your kinks, isn't it?" Now come on, let's get showered."

The outdoor shower was not only heated but had a special attachment to make a boy's bottoming life much easier. They took turns using it on each other, getting their asses ready for the day. It was a new and perversely thrilling experience for Taylor. Josh had taught him to prep, but that couldn't compare to the sensation of being filled and then told to hold it with his sphincter muscles. His cock was half-hard and drooling the entire time.

"Fuck, I can't believe this is turning me on," he groaned.

"Why shouldn't it?" Josh asked. "There's a huge amount of pressure on your prostate right now. Any normal male is going to respond with a boner."

"With the right type of inflatable butt plug," Jason said, having just come back from the house, "I could probably make you cum six or eight times in a row without ever touching your cock. And each load would be as big as the one before."

"No way."

"I've seen him do it," Josh confirmed. "He's done it to me."

"But he's a bottom."

"And we're vers. We have bottom genes." Josh slapped Taylor's ass approvingly and the blonde jumped. His roommate grabbed his dick and began stroking it.

"Calm down, boy."

"You're not making it easy," Taylor gasped.

"Calm down, boy," Josh repeated, before he bent over and tongued Taylor's nipple prior to catching it between his teeth.

"Fuck!" Taylor screamed, and pulled free, teetering towards the house, his erection at full mast. Jason couldn't help laughing.

"I hope he doesn't cum from letting it out."

He didn't, and the boys finished washing each other without incident. Afterwards, the freshmen slid their shorts and shirts back on, along with their Havaianas. Josh wiggled his toes at Taylor.

"Wanna try something else fun?"

"Always," the blonde grinned. "What did you have in mind this time?"

"Lie down," Josh instructed, suiting his own action to the words.

"Right here?"

"Why not? It's where you would seduce the pizza boy if he showed up." They were in the entryway, blocking the front door. Taylor shrugged and started to lie down next to Josh. "No, the other way."

"Oh, like this." Taylor went head-to-toe with his friend without hesitation and grabbed a foot. "I have to admit, sucking your toes while we're fully dressed is pretty hot."

"It is, and it feels great, but it's not what I had in mind. Pop your shorts open." The swimmer did so, and his erection sprang out. Josh moved his foot and caught Taylor's cock between his sole and his sandal, using the two to grip the jock's meat like a pair of feet or hands. He started jerking Taylor off.

"How the fuck do you come up with this stuff?" The combined feel of rubber and skin on his shaft was driving Taylor crazy. The instant Josh unzipped, he had his swimmer sole pressing against the teen's prick. He discovered that if he clenched his toes, he could trap Josh's manhood tight against his foot, and if he flexed them, he could loosen it, and if he alternated, he could slap it back and forth. This was something he would never have thought to do. But it felt great and the deviance of it doubled the turnon.

"Hey, sex is my favorite hobby. I spend a lot of time thinking about it," Josh protested. Both of them were actively humping each other's foot.

"You boys are sluts," Rachel said, stepping over them. She was wearing nothing but a lightweight, elegant sundress, giving them an excellent view of the smoothness between her legs. Both teens shivered.

"Slut is what you call someone who's getting the sex you wish you were getting," Josh retorted. "You taught me that, mom."

"Shut up and suck me." Rachel slipped a foot into his open mouth and began toe-fucking him. Taylor was impressed with how much of her Josh could swallow. His erection throbbed even harder against his roommate's foot. Watching him worship his mom's toes made his balls tighten.

Josh felt his lover's arousal and reacted by spitting Rachel's foot out. "How about I shut up and fuck you instead?" In a sweeping move, he sat up and pulled his mom down with him, letting go of Taylor and pushing her onto her butt, her legs over his shoulders. A quick jerk cleared her sundress away an instant before Josh plunged his cocktip into her pussy and held it there. He stared into her eyes, transfixed by the expression of genuine shock on her face.

None of them moved for a full minute.

"You two are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Taylor whispered at last.

Very gently, Josh leaned forward and kissed his mom on the forehead. A slow, easy motion of his hips pulled his cock from her. He helped her to her feet and replaced her dress. She in turn carefully placed his cock back in his shorts and zipped him up.

"I love you, mom," Josh said. The air around them was still electric.

"I love you, Josh. You've become such a wonderful man."

"And I caught it all for posterity," said Jason's voice. "Put that dick away, Taylor, or someone's gonna suck it."

"Damn," Taylor said, struggling to corral his prick comfortably. Jason had put on a form-fitting button-down shirt with a bow tie, nicely-fitting khaki shorts, and dress loafers. He epitomized the sexy preppy boy.

"I know," Josh agreed, turning and sauntering over to his mom's boyfriend. He planted a kiss right on the older stud while humping him. Jason tweaked his nipples through his shirt. "Did you really get a pic of us like that?"

"I sure did. And it's pretty erection-inducing."

"Let's get going," Rachel said. "You can jerk off to yourself later. Taylor, would you mind driving?"

"I'd love to," Taylor said, leading the way out the door. Josh and Jason ended up conveniently close together in the small backseat of the Jeep for the fondling they immediately started. Rachel had no sooner climbed in than she kicked off her flip-flops. Taylor sighed and backed out of the drive, watching her punch the address into her phone. He decided to tease her and put his left foot up on his knee. She doubled down on him and started licking it.

"You guys can make anything sexual," Taylor said, trying to focus on his driving and ignore the spreading precum stains on his crotch. Rachel took pity on his arousal and let up on him for the last half of the ten-minute drive.

Her offices were closer to the city center, near the court complex. They were on the first floor of a nondescript three-story building. Inside, the furniture was plain and the blinds were down, and it had the stillness that comes only to a well-insulated workspace totally devoid of its usual commotion. Rachel turned on some of the lights and locked the door behind them.

"This may take an hour or two. Have fun. Don't make any messes that will result in awkward questions." She winked at the boys and disappeared into her private office, followed by Jason, heavily boned in his shorts.

"Wow," Taylor said. "We're not only going to have sex in a law office, but your mom is encouraging it. Damn."

"She's great," Josh smiled. "I can love so easily because she showed me how to. She's a good role model."

"A lawyer who makes love to her son while shotgunning hits into her son's roommate who's being fondled by her boyfriend. Not most people's choice for a role model, surprisingly."

"Their loss. Judge by results and look at how I turned out. Besides, admit it. The fact that she's a civil rights lawyer who constantly breaks unjust laws turns you on."

"Big time."

"I know. It turns me on too."

Taylor was looking around at the decor. On one wall hung a poster of the Fathers Berrigan, with a quote underneath: "A decent society should no more have an abortion clinic than the Pentagon." From another wall, Lord Byron stared lustily into the distance in a reproduction of the Richard Westall portrait. The text at the bottom was a stanza from Childe Harold:

"Yet, let us ponder boldly--'tis a base Abandonment of reason, to resign Our right of thought--our last and only place Of refuge; this at least, shall still be mine: Though, from our birth, the faculty divine Is charmed and tortured--cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, And bred in darkness, lest the truth should shine Too brightly, in the unprepared mind, The beam pours in, for time and skill will couch the blind."

"Your mom is a radical of the old school," Taylor said.

"A school so old it's still new," Josh clarified. "Are you imagining how many cocks those lips sucked?"

"Oh yeah. We've all read the stories about what British boarding schools are like."

"And not just on Nifty." The runner chuckled at a memory. "I remember reading Christopher Hitchens's memoir years ago just to see what he said about his sex life at school."

"Was it everything Byron's was?"

"If you mean rampant homoeroticism, BDSM, orgies, and boys writing love poems to each other, then yes."

"So Byron would approve of us doing this," Taylor remarked as he stripped Josh out of his shirt.

"Totally." The shorter boy dropped his own shorts, then grabbed his friend's and dragged them down with him in the process of swallowing Taylor's erection.

It hit Taylor like a blow that he was standing naked in a law office with his naked roommate deepthroating him. "Oh, shit, Josh, I can't hold it. Fuck...." Three of the hottest people he'd ever met had spent the morning torturing his cock in the best way possible. He had to cum, and he did, nearly drowning Josh. His dick tried to thrash in the other jock's mouth with its need. His load simply drained out of him. And when he thought he was finally done cumming, Josh pressed a finger to a spot on his perineum and Taylor had to fight to keep from screaming as more jizz leaked from his dicktip.

"Damn," Josh coughed. "Pure testosterone." He stood up and swapped cum-spit with Taylor for a minute. Then it was the blonde's turn to go down on him. It took all of thirty seconds for him to explode.

"Okay, now we can relax and take our time," Taylor said. "Wow, though."

"I've noticed you cum harder when we're in public."

"I used to go out in the woods during the summer and slip my dick out of my speedo and shoot all over my body. Then I left my cum on to dry and wore it the rest of the day. And I noticed I always shot farther on my torso outdoors than indoors."

"You were born to be an exhibitionist," Josh agreed. Hand in hand, they sauntered naked through the office, their cocks bobbing ahead of them, enjoying the experience.

"We should take some pics," Taylor suggested. He ran back to grab his phone and propped it up on a chair before darting back to Josh. "Here, take my hand. Make sure to show your sole."

"I've trained you well," Josh smirked. "And flex my butt?"

"Always." They waited a few seconds, and Taylor turned and scrolled through the pics. "Nailed it!" The lighting in the office made their golden bodies stand out brilliantly against the gray furniture and cabinets and carpet. Every muscle on their shaved bodies was defined. And the homoerotic handclasp multiplied the power of their nudity. Their semi-erections pulled their balls up enough that nothing questionable was visible in the shot.

"That's perfect," Josh agreed, licking his lips. "I'd fuck us."

"Me too." Taylor airdropped the pic to him and started tapping away on his phone. "How am I doing on hashtags?" He held it out for Josh's inspection. The other boy read: #miami #florida #miamiboys #floridaboys #nakedinpublic #nakedisnatural #nakedisnormal #nudists #nudism #bromance #friendswithbenefits #pansexual #pansexualpride #polyamorous #bisexual #bisexualpride #instagay #instaboy #instabi #gaymiami #barefootmale #barefootinpublic #malefeet #malefootfetish #swimmer #runner

"Perfect. Guys are going to be drooling."

"Hopefully girls, too."

"Here's a tip: you can actually meet some really fun girls on Grindr."

"On Grindr? Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. Especially here and in New York and New England, where there are girls who know that bi and pan guys usually make much better lovers and actively pursue them. And they have to do so using the gay side because gay life has a much more established hookup culture."

"I'll try it if Instagram turns out to be too guy-slanted. I think I may be getting a lot of that response because all my hot pics with someone else are with you."

"We'll get some at Haulover later with my mom and Cassie."

"So Cassie and Esteban are coming?"

"Yeah, but they can't come over tonight. Cassie has homework and Esteban's on duty."

"You know, given your proclivities," Taylor said, putting his phone down, "I'm surprised you never sought out and seduced your dad."

"Believe me, I thought about it," Josh nodded. "But when I looked him up, I found he's no longer attractive and he shows no sign of having homoerotic leanings. I must get all my queerness from my mom."

"That's a shame. You could have gone two for two."

"Yeah." The teen stroked his friend's cock lightly. "You know, if my kids ever want to start an affair with me...."

"You're going to do the same thing your mom did."

"How do you feel about that?"

"Incredibly turned on and dead certain you and your mom are right." Taylor pulled Josh in for a kiss. "That's it, precum all over me." The exquisite sensation of their wet cocktips rubbing together was something that both boys relished. Their fingers worked each other's nipples as they frotted. Taylor placed one of his feet atop one of Josh's, and Josh returned the favor. They were vaguely aware that at some point Jason had made a trip to the water cooler and had paused to snap a few pics of them.

Eventually Taylor pushed Josh back into one of the office chairs and began licking his balls. Josh giggled and raised his legs to give his roommate better access. "You realize someone is going to be working in this chair on Monday."

"You realize that makes what we're doing even better."

"Yes, of course. Now lick my fucking balls."

Taylor did. Then he licked up the length of Josh's shaft and teased his tender frenulum with his tongue. The freshman hissed in delight. As Taylor's lips encircled his pricktip, he grabbed his phone and began filming the blowjob. Taylor was continuing the tonguing of his most tender spot, and that made his cock twitch beautifully in the video.

"You ever going to post these online?" Taylor asked, pulling off and fisting Josh's well-lubed cock.

"Maybe. I've been told I should do an OnlyFans, but I don't like the idea of selling what I do for fun. I may just start a Pornhub account."

"What does your mom think?"

"She advised me to be sure I didn't mind dealing with some people's prejudices in the future. If I'm okay with that, then she's all for me doing it. Oh, and she also added that if my guerrilla filmmaking ever gets me in trouble, she'd love to defend me in court."

"Even if the alleged location was her office?"

"Especially if the alleged location was her office."

"Perfect." Taylor swallowed Josh's dick again. He was in no hurry. His roommate tasted delicious, and after their quick release earlier, had some of his stamina back. Not enough to resist the swimmer's growing oral skills, though. Five minutes of cockplay and he had to pull Josh's balls down to control the boy's suddenly urgent thrusting.

"What, you don't want my load again?" Josh panted.

"I want your load elsewhere," Taylor said, pulling off. He stretched out on his back and grabbed Josh's dick between his soles. "Comfortable?"

"Fuck yes," Josh moaned, closing his eyes. "God, you get it so good. Male sex at its best isn't fucking, it's guys reverencing each other's bodies. Fuck, yes, tease my dick, you jockslut."

"I love how slutty you are, pumping precum all over my toes."

"You're torturing me. Ahhh!" Josh let out a cry loud enough that both teens were glad the building was deserted. Taylor had literally squeezed it out of him with a gentle pressure of his heels on Josh's balls. "Fucker!" His footer ignored the squeals. Daily contact with Josh's cock had taught Taylor that the smaller boy loved having his dick worked harder and harder after each orgasm. He played with Josh's balls, loose and free in their sac. Looser than his, which had been trapped in underwear most of his life. With his big toe, he rubbed Josh's frenulum while using his other foot to still tug Josh's shaft down. All the while he was staring into the teen's eyes and filming his actions. Josh was shaking with arousal.

Taylor cupped his lover's dick with his feet and Josh shot, unloading jets of sperm onto his abs at first before the second half of his cum gushed onto Taylor's soles. It took him a while to stop trembling from the orgasm.

"That's what happens to boys who sit there and let other boys torture their dicks," Taylor said, and stopped recording. Needless to say, he was very pleased with Josh's expression of post-orgasmic exhaustion, which he'd captured in sync with his words.

"Maybe I should sit in the chair with my legs spread more often. After I teach you a bunch more neat things you can do with a dick."

"Are there a lot of them?"

"Lots more. We've been planning to show you a few tomorrow. Still up for it?"

"So up for it that it hurts." Taylor stood up and started looking at their pics on his phone.

"Hey, you didn't let me lick your feet off," Josh protested.

"I wanted to walk around the office covered in your cum instead," Taylor explained, and suited the action to the words. "This is a public place, and no one's really going to notice on this old carpet, right?"

"I guess not," Josh agreed, his eyes following Taylor's movements lasciviously. "I've shot dozens of loads on the carpet in here over the years, when my mom was working late and I was waiting. I've never brought someone here for sex before, though. Certainly not someone kinky enough to deliberately smear my load all around with his feet."

"Your mom is pro-sex. Consider this a way of living her philosophies." The blonde sauntered around the office, waving his cock in front of him. There was a spirit of defiance in the place, off of which he could feed his hunger for display. He was reminded again how sex and freedom were the same thing. It was a heady sort of arousal. It lasted until he looked behind him and saw Josh mischievously creeping along behind him on all fours, like a sexy panther stalking its prey. Except that in this case, the panther had a very erect cock, leaving no doubt about his intentions for his victim.

"Don't you ever get soft?" Taylor marveled, looking down at him.

"Not often," Josh said, and leaned back on his heels to display his prick. "Think about it. I've spent the past two years training myself to stay hard in spite of orgasm." Putting a hand out, he stroked Taylor's thigh seductively. "Hot as you are, you can't drain me that easily."

"Speaking of staying hard--why didn't we bring the Aneros plugs?"

"I did. They're in my backpack." Josh nodded to the corner. "We'll put them in before we leave for the beach. I can't wait to see the expression on your face when your jockbutt learns to work the toy and you start self-fucking. You'll be spasming all over--and since you won't have the extra excitement you did yesterday, you probably won't ejaculate. At all."

"I'll be dry cumming?"

"Drier than a girl."

"And no one's going to notice?"

Josh chuckled, an evil expression on his face. "Sure they might. But what are they going to do? Call the cops because you've got an erection at the nude beach? That's basically Nudist 101 right there: when erections happen, ignore them, or at least pretend to ignore them. You won't be touching your dick, which is the only thing that would get you in trouble. All the fun stuff will be happening in your butt, where no one can see the toy!"

"So that's why you love the Aneros," Taylor said. "It's subversive. You can use it to fuck yourself to orgasm in public while people watch and are helpless to stop you, because you're having sex in a way completely outside their expectations."

"Yep!" Josh said. "Now give me that cock." His lips closed over one of Taylor's balls, and the muscle jock quivered and moaned. He reached up and played with his nipples as his roommate crawled further underneath him. Josh's tongue probed up Taylor's taint and tickled his hole. Taylor squatted, giving him better access. Looking down and watching his prick jerk from the rimjob he was getting was a sight he'd loved from the first time he saw it. An erotic charge ran through his body from his tits down to his toes. Josh had made him see his ass as an essential part of his sexual equipment, and now he craved having it worked. Not necessarily fucked, although it was a ton of fun to reverse roles and be the catcher, but stimulated in any of the new ways he was discovering.

When Taylor's legs began to shake from holding that half-squatted position, Josh pulled back for a moment. "Time for you to get on all fours." The swimmer dropped, and arched his back automatically. His lover took a minute to admire him.

"I hope you know that over the semester I'm going to line up a lot of hot studs to fuck that ass."

"Bring them on," Taylor said. "I never asked you--what's the biggest dick you've taken?"

"Eleven inches."

"No fucking way!"

"I have photos to prove it." Josh knelt between Taylor's legs and took a deep breath. The other freshman shivered. Then he felt something tickling the soles of both his feet, making his cock spit precum. He realized that Josh had spit on both his feet, adding to the semen already there.

"Save some for my ass," Taylor chuckled, a sound that turned into a gasp in response to what Josh began to do it with his tongue. The runner began to tease his erection, too. With all the precum dripping from the jockprick, he didn't need any lube. Taylor closed his eyes and let Josh eat him. In the quiet of the empty office, all his attention was focused on his erogenous zones. Every stroke of fingers or tongue was magnified, more intense than usual from his concentration.

"Taylor?" He opened his eyes to see Rachel standing in front of him. "We're ready to go now if you are." She was naked, too. "But first I need a load in me before I put some beads in, and you look ready to burst."

"That was quick," Taylor panted.

"I"ve been back here for half an hour," Josh said indistinctly into his ass.

"Holy fuck." The blonde shook his head, amazed he'd lost half an hour without noticing it.

"Yeah, he's really good with his mouth," his mother smiled. "And now that he's got you ready...."

Josh smacked Taylor on the butt. "Go get her." The swimmer stood up, took two steps and slid easily inside Rachel. When he bottomed out, she came uncontrollably. He covered her mouth with kisses, hot and urgent. The teen could feel the flange of his cock inflating inside her tightness, and he knew she would be feeling it scrape over her g-spot with every thrust. Having learned proper fucking technique from Josh, he could tell what to do to please Josh's mom. Rachel came a second time as he fucked her. Both their thighs were wet with her juices. Taylor felt his cum squirt up his shaft, his muscles contracting so hard it was painful as well as pleasurable. The kind of orgasm he'd once had after going a week without cumming. An orgasm massive enough to take control of his body with little his conscious mind could do about it.

Expended, Taylor staggered back and grabbed a desk to stay upright, his cock swinging free with an impetus of its own. Rachel's slit was white with his load. As he watched, some of it began to leak out. Josh darted underneath her and stretched out flat on his back underneath his mom. Part of his roommate's load fell from her cunt into his mouth.

"Don't be greedy, Josh," Rachel said. Jason, who was still fully dressed for some reason, handed her a string of toy beads, and she began feeding them into her pussy, using the teenage cum as lube. The beads would also keep it clinging to her for hours. "Leave some for your mom."

"He can make more," Josh contradicted her. "And here's some incentive." He jumped up and kissed Taylor. The jock found the combination of his own load and girlcum to be more delicious than ever under the circumstances.

"Thanks. But it looks like Jason's in need, too."

"Yeah, my mom likes to tease him, and he likes to be teased." The runner rubbed his lithe body shamelessly against the man who might, had either he or his girlfriend believed in marriage, have been his stepfather. "I bet she had a foot on his crotch half the time they were in there and made him work while ignoring it."

"She went easy on me today," Jason said with his thousand-watt smile. "Although it's getting pretty tough by now."

"I think we should fix that before the beach," Josh murmured, one hand on Jason's bulge and the other on his ass. "Got your plug in?"

"Of course."

"Then let's show Taylor how jocks cream their shorts in public." They kissed, mouths open, tongues flying, putting on a performance for their audience, however small. Jason's shaft, which already seemed fully hard, swelled further as Josh manipulated its base. Gently, the teen stroked him until his glans showed clearly through the fabric, and kept stroking. Cum squirted down between flesh and fabric, soaking the latter in seconds. And Jason kept cumming, kept spurting and leaking until his load, silver and while and wet, dripped all the way down his leg, around the curve of his foot, and into his dress shoes.

The swimmer knew what was going to happen next before it played out, but that didn't lessen the erotic impact of watching Rachel go down on her knees, remove her boyfriend's loafer, and lick the cum from the sole of his foot before sliding it back over his sticky skin.

"You're a mess," Taylor said. "And you have never looked more desirable."

"That's the idea," Jason said happily. Half-hard, his prick still make a jawdropping bulge in his tight shorts. "Thanks, Josh. That should hold me till the beach."

"If you think he's a mess now, wait till you see him in a couple hours," Josh commented, retrieving shorts for himself and Taylor. "Once the sun hits his naked oiled body and he relaxes around that plug in his butt, we'll have to roll him over from time to time, since he'll be surfing the pleasure wave like it's a drug."

"It is a drug," Jason reminded him patiently. "And why don't you boys have your plugs in?"

"I was too busy eating his ass and cumming all over his feet."

"Typical for you," Jason snorted. Josh stuck out his tongue at the twunk and produced the Aneros toys from his backpack. A dab of lube and they slid right in, since both jocks were very eager for more after their first two orgasms of the day.

Neither of them bothered to put shirts back on for the walk to the Jeep. Jason almost tore his off the moment he jumped into the front seat next to Taylor, kicking his loafers away as well. In the back, Josh already had his fingers under his mom's dress. Plenty of practice had taught him how to use a couple of fingers to add pressure to the balls inside her while working her clit at the same time.

"Come on, Josh, make me cum," Rachel begged, pushing up on her toes to give him better access. "Make me cum all the way to the beach." She pulled her dress up far enough to give the boys in the front seat an excellent view in the mirror.

"Is he really going to finger her all the way to the beach?"

"Oh, yeah. Sometimes I drive her around at night in the convertible with the top down. Out through Alligator Alley, stark naked, frigging herself all the way. Usually she has a couple dozen orgasms before we make it home."

"Don't make me jealous."

"I know, right?"

In the backseat, Rachel moaned. Taylor grinned and gunned the Jeep. Josh made her cum on Taylor's seats seven times before they got to Haulover.

"You are so lucky we didn't get caught," Taylor remarked as they piled out into the parking lot.

"The Jeep has high sides, it helps keep us discreet," Rachel giggled. She was glowing from the excitement. Again, Taylor found himself wondering how she could be the mother of a college-aged son.

"I did think of that when I bought it," the swimmer admitted shamelessly. They crossed the parking lot and made their way out onto the sand, somewhat crowded for a Saturday, pausing to get naked immediately. "Are Esteban and Cassie here yet?"

"Yeah, actually," Josh said, checking his phone. "They went for a walk up the beach while waiting for us. Let's head north."

They strolled down to the tide line, where the hard-packed sand made walking easier. The boys' cocks throbbed with blood, lengthening as much as they could without actually erecting. It was a state of delicious suspense.

"There they are." Josh was licking his lips. Esteban and Cassie were very obviously flirting in the surf, unaware of the approaching foursome. The sophomore's cock bobbed horizontally, both of them pointedly ignoring it while brushing against each other's bodies in a way that was guaranteed to keep him aroused.

Taylor put his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled loudly. They were so close to the two lovebirds at that point that Cassie jumped, startled, and nearly fell down, to be caught by her lover. She looked for the source of the noise, stuck out her tongue at Taylor, and came trotting over to the group, Esteban right behind her. Her first act was to jump on Josh and kiss him.

"Hi!"

"Hi!" He put her down. "Cassie, this is my mom, Rachel, and her boyfriend Jason. They already know you from some of those pics we took." The teen smirked at his friends.

"Wow," Cassie breathed. "You are gorgeous." She walked right up to Rachel and kissed her.

"Oh, look, it's one of Josh's lovers seducing another of Josh's lovers. Surprise, surprise," Taylor announced with humorous sarcasm.

Cassie drew back for a moment and stared into Rachel's eyes. "Are you and your son really lovers?"

"We are."

"Good, I hoped that would turn out to be the case when I heard he was taking Taylor home for the weekend." The blonde girl went in for the kiss again.

Esteban shook his head, visibly drooling over Rachel's toned body. "Josh, you are one lucky motherfucker. And I mean that in the most literal sense possible." The laughter that quip got made the other beachgoers jealous.

"I like to think I'm also pretty lucky," Rachel replied. In front of everyone, she turned to her son and kissed him passionately. Then, moving with grace on the sand, she stepped over to Esteban and rubbed Josh's spit into his mouth with her tongue.

"I love Josh and all, but after that, I still say he's the lucky one," Esteban insisted. His eyes were locked on Rachel's.

"Say it."

"I want to fuck the shit out of you," Esteban said. "And then I want to make love to you."

"I'm going to take you up on that," Rachel said. "In many combinations." The wrestler's rod was rigid and dripping at this point, and she made quite a show of not touching him again as she started laying out her towel. Esteban and Cassie rushed to take up positions on either side of her. Josh chose a spot next to Cassie, and Taylor was between him and Jason. They made a stunningly beautiful sexual team.

"How's your plug feeling?" Jason asked the swimmer.

"Fantastic," Taylor moaned. The three jocks were kneeling in a circle, rubbing tanning lotion on each other. It was a very natural reason to fondle one another's dicks in public, if only for a couple of seconds. "I never get tired of you guys touching my body, and this makes it even better."

"Wait till I get you stoned," Jason grinned devilishly, and tweaked Taylor's nipples to excite the jock even further.

"Got something good?"

"Yeah, but finish me first."

"Oh, I'll finish you," Taylor said, rubbing the oil into Jason's ass and kneading it between his hands. He flipped the twunk onto his back to do his legs. "Josh, don't you ever quit?"

"Nope," Josh said from between the swimmer's soles, which he was giving a final lick before oiling them. "Any other questions?"

"Nope."

"Good, then try this," Jason offered, holding out a vape pen.

"That's incredible. Like smoking pineapple juice." The buzz washed over Taylor, warm and bright and golden. He took a second hit before passing the pen to Josh and held it in his lungs. It tasted green and gold, like the world blooming within him.

"That's because it's Golden Pineapple."

"I think that's the best high I've ever had. Damn." The blonde took a deep breath. It felt very natural to him to reach out and take Jason's hand, and then Josh's. Their feet pressed sensually against his. Their bodies were joined, innocently enough to all appearances, but the combined effects of the sun, the prostate plugs, and the THC made even such simple touches into erotic stimuli.

"Hey, guys," Taylor said. "Can we go on a date sometime?"

"You're already up for three-way gay dating?" Jason chuckled. "Oh, wait. You already did that with Josh and Esteban."

"And it was amazing."

"Then I'm totally up for it. You know, Rachel expects me to take Josh on dates periodically."

"No shit?"

"Oh, yeah. We get dressed up and go out for a nice dinner and go clubbing, and introduce each other as boyfriends. And hopefully hook up with someone. Or better yet, a couple."

"Fuck. What went through your head when you started doing that?"

"Nothing major. It was fun. It was hot. I was always pretty sexually open. I mean, that's pansexuality by definition. I like people as individuals. Josh and Rachel and I all care for each other. And that's that."

"Everyone looks at it differently," Josh said, "but the way I see it is that when you're pan and poly, neither blood relationships or who you're dating matter as much as three broad categories. First, lovers. Family, boyfriends, girlfriends, people you're really close to. For some of us that's several people at once. Why discriminate among them? Second, friends. Less of an emotional connection but still people you know personally apart from sex. And third, the rest of the world, all the possible hookups."

"Fuck."

"That's right, relax and let the plug fuck you," Jason sighed, somehow managing to giggle at the same time.

"This is such a turnon. My cock won't go soft."

"Forget about your cock. Focus on the muscles in your ass. Relax and learn to let them move in a way that feels good. The weed will help."

The swimmer tried to do just that. He slowed his breathing and focused on his body, ignoring the murmur of the ocean and the music of the crowd, and the distant menace of the lifeguards. The sun, however, he let penetrate him. For the last few years, he'd lived for those hot summer midwest days when he could hike out to a clearing in the woods where he could be alone. He'd strip naked and spend hours oiling and edging his teen dick while tanning. And the sun on his body made the sex high endless. After every load, he'd get up and walk around, feeling his jock body and touching it, lotioning it up, and letting the heat work its way into him. It was like coitus with the sun. With Apollo, he realized when he delved deeper into the subject. Being naked in the sunlight was a way of expressing homoerotic or homosexual desire. Understanding it made it all the more powerful for him, and he let that sensation mingle with the increasing hardness of the plug in his ass. Rather than trying to actively work his muscles, he simply concentrated on its presence and let his body respond to it.

The more he relaxed, the more he felt the toy inside him, and when he felt himself give way to the sunshine and the weed completely, a new warmth crept through him. He shook all over without thinking about it, shocked by the surprise and power of the orgasm, for it was an orgasm. Incredibly, his cock had softened somewhat. His years of athletic training came in handy, helping him to suppress his instinct to clench down and squeeze every last drop out of the sensation. Instead, he let the orgasm take him, becoming entirely passive for the moment. It was a state of mind, and he was rewarded. The long, lingering comedown rippled through him and teased a moan out of his parted lips.

He came again, and again, and again, each time a little more powerfully than before, as his body began to adjust to the toy and suck it in more hungrily. The awareness that he was sodomizing himself on the beach, in front of everyone, fed his arousal. For all the bystanders knew, the three boys were trading jokes and laughing, not performing a sexual act. The feeling was fantastic. An orgasm harder than any of those that had preceded it hit him, flinging him against his friends. His erection slapped against his abs, pulsing, restored, flaring. Another mini-orgasm flowed through him, but by now his breathing was too ragged to keep up the steady flow of the contractions within him, the contractions that compressed his prostate to a star.

"Taylor?" Awkwardly, he opened his eyes. "Drink this." Josh was holding out a bottle of Gatorade, and Taylor realized he was covered in sweat and thirsty. He drank the whole thing in seconds.

"Thanks. Damn, that didn't take long to kick in."

"Long? You've been self-fucking for a hour and a half," Jason grinned, sitting up and assuming the half-lotus position automatically. "Look at your abs."

"Holy fuck. Is that precum? I wasn't even hard!"

"Your prostate was turned on and pumping, that's what counts," Josh said. "Plus I've been warming you up over the last week. The more you play with it, the better the dry cums get."

"Yeah. I wish I'd known about this years ago."

"Boys aren't encouraged to stick things up their butts, it's too gay," Jason snorted in derision.

"Screw that." Taylor stood up. "I need a swim, I can't take this anymore." He sauntered down the beach to the water. Two girls and a guy snapped pictures of him and his semi-erection on the way.

The cold salt water felt blissful on his overheated body. Working against the current pulled the blood away from his cock to some extent, but didn't take his mind off it. And the plug in his ass was fucking him with every thrust of his hips. After an unbelievable hour and a half, his prostate was fired up and ready to go, and now he was pounding it in a steady rhythm. It reminded him of how Josh finger-fucked him, only this time, it was self-inflicted.

"I can't believe this," he thought. "I'm going to fucking cum." In the moments when his head was out of the water, he saw people on the beach a matter of yards away. Boats and a seaplane flanked him on the other side, and in the distance, he could catch glimpses of sparkling skyscrapers. At the center of all this activity, without anyone knowing, stark naked with a piece of rubber up his muscle ass, without even trying, he was going to blow his load into the Atlantic Ocean, just like the water creature he was. Like a dolphin, the horniest intelligent species on the planet.

Somehow he managed to swim through the orgasm without breaking his stroke. It was tempting to stop and ride the pleasure, and succumb to the paralyzing intensity of the pressure in his core, but he kept on kicking. The pressure faded, and he was still turned on, still half-hard, still horny. Wondering if it would ever stop, he kept swimming for a few more minutes, then turned around. On his way back to his section of the beach, he found out that wouldn't. His second full prostate cum was hard enough that he had to roll over and float to catch his breath. Taylor glanced down his golden body, loving the way the waves gently lapped at the strings of cum draining from his cock. Curious, he clenched down hard on the Aneros. His dick pulsed and dripped out another clump of semen. He couldn't believe how much more control over his erection he was getting from his butt.

The others were in the water as well by the time he got back. Esteban was clearly buried inside Rachel, but they were far enough out that only their heads were visible to beachgoers, so they were getting away with it easily. Josh and Jason appeared to be teasing Cassie, who took advantage of Taylor's return to swim over to him.

"We haven't made out yet today," she reminded him, and proceeded to remedy that.

"Now we have."

"I still haven't sucked your cock, though!" The blonde girl seemed to want to make the point that she was deprived, to the extent of diving down and starting to give Taylor an underwater blowjob.

"She's lying," Jason said, coming up to them from behind her. "Rachel kept brushing her clit and making her cum the whole time you were self-fucking."

Cassie resurfaced, gasping. "Taylor! I tasted cum!"

"Yeah, I came twice while I was swimming from the way the plug was working my ass."

"Well, shit," Cassie complained, working his dick longingly. "This is one of those times I wish I was a boy."

"You want to be a boy sometimes?"

"Of course! But I don't ever want to stop being a girl, either. Wouldn't it be cool if we could switch back and forth whenever we wanted?"

"Yeah," Taylor agreed. "Although this prostate stuff is beginning to give me an idea of what it's like to be a girl and cum from penetration. It's hot."

"Isn't it? Guys or girls, total tops are soooo boring," Cassie said. She went back down on Taylor.

"Your friends are awesome," Jason said, half-balancing on his toes and half being held up by Josh's hand on his prick beneath the surf. "I wish I'd had a posse like this as a freshman."

"You didn't?"

"Nah, people weren't quite so open even a few years ago. It was mostly hookups for me. Not a group of friends who were all libertines and proud of it."

"That's why we're sharing ours," Josh said. He ducked and Jason inadvertently submerged in a futile effort to escape the splashback from Cassie's hair.

"You give good underwater head," Taylor winked at her.

"You've got a great cock for it. Fills my mouth up so there's no leakage."

"How can a girl be so pretty and so dirty at the same time?" Josh wondered aloud.

"You should know," Jason teased. "Your mom made sure you figured that one out early."

"Oh, yeah?" Cassie said. She seemed stimulated by how much attention Esteban was paying to Rachel. "Does his mom do this?" Grabbing both boys' dicks, she managed to fit both their cockheads in her mouth at once.

"Yes, actually she does," Jason remarked. "She's double-blown us in the hot tub lots of times." Josh shut him up with a kiss. Taylor seized Cassie's thrashing ankles and supported her, also taking the opportunity to slide his shaft over her soles. He loved that his swimmer dick was as long as her petite bare feet.

"Use my feet, Taylor," she urged him. "Fuck my feet, jockslut."

"Poor Cassie," Taylor sighed.

"Why poor?" Josh frowned, having noticed a naughty glint in his roommate's eye in spite of the sultry kisses his mom's lover was planting all over him.

Taylor just shrugged. And let his very full bladder go on the eager girl's feet. His piss was much hotter than the water, and he knew Cassie was feeling it when she lurched and nearly gagged on the two cocks she was worshiping. But she didn't resurface immediately. Instead, she stayed down until her air ran out.

"Fuck, Taylor!" she shouted. "Why didn't you stick it in my cunt and do that?"

"I could do that for you," Jason offered. "If you're wet enough?"

She grabbed his hand and moved it between her legs. "Do I feel wet enough? I'm so fucking close to cumming from you guys it's ridiculous." Wrapping her legs around his waist, she lowered herself onto his prick. It was harder than she thought it would be, but she was a juicy girl and very turned on, and the faint discomfort merged into pleasure as her body adjusted. Almost automatically, he fucked her gently, with the slow strokes of a loverboy. "Go ahead."

"You sure?" Jason kissed her. This girl was as abandoned as his girlfriend and he loved it.

"Yep." And then Cassie surprised him even more, by leaning back until she was underwater again and her mouth logically encircled Taylor's cock.

"Oh, boy," the blonde groaned. "She's trying not to bite me."

"Yeah, I'm filling her," Jason whispered, his eyes glazing. One of his hands supported Cassie's back; the other played over her clit. Taylor felt orgasms rippling through her, saw her legs come loose from her lover when she lost control of her body, and helped keep her in place under the water until Jason had finished relieving himself. Then they lifted her up and let her breathe, holding her in their arms until she was calm again.

"You beautiful boys," she sighed at last. "I've never cum that hard in my life. I couldn't even keep track of what was happening."

"I have no idea why I did that with someone I just met," Jason said. "But you seem to have loved it so much that it would be silly to apologize."

"If you ever try to apologize for making me feel that good I'll rip your balls off."

Jason brayed with laughter. "Thanks for that reminder, Miss Texas."

"My pleasure, darlin'."

"Thank you both for playing along," Taylor smiled. "I was never sure I'd get to do that with anyone. In a nice way, that is."

"Hey, we all like pleasing our partners," Josh said. "So why not go along with something that turns you on so much? Right, Cassie?"

"Right." But Josh had already slipped beneath the waves and begun sucking her toes.

The six of them spent the next hour floating on the swells. Esteban finally shot his load inside Rachel and Taylor ate it out of her, then kept eating her pussy until she came for him. He loved his ability to linger underwater and ogle the squirming naked limbs of his friends and lovers, and how he could take advantage of it to tease them with fingers and toes and lips. He sucked every cock and tongued every clit. Rachel fucked herself to orgasm on his foot underwater while they appeared to be having a casual conversation. Esteban pulled him down for a long sixty-nine, and Josh did the same as soon as Taylor had caught his breath. The feeling of coupling in weightlessness, supported all around, was incomparable. It got even better when he realized that Rachel had had a GoPro strapped to her wrist (or ankle) the entire time and was filming them. Even treading water and kissing, in total freedom, was better than any sex he'd ever had before coming to Florida.

They came out of the water as couples. Cassie and Rachel paired off, and Josh and Jason fell in together. Taylor smiled at Esteban and took his hand, bringing up the rear with him.

"Same-sex desire is still a little more titillating, right?"

"Yeah, but partner swapping is more so. How can we emphasize that?" They shared a chuckle.

"Picture time!" Josh called. "Butts for Instagram, please!" He snapped them in several different pairings and then grabbed a sexy naked girl walking by to take a picture of all six of them from the rear. She was very willing, it seemed.

"Did she leave with your phone number?" Esteban asked.

"Oh, yeah," Josh smirked. "I'll be hearing from her. Come on, one more. Let's do it facing each other, very intimate." He faced off with Cassie and Esteban faced off with Taylor, kneeling on the sand, butts on their heels, in a circle around a common center, gazing into one another's eyes, holding hands. Rachel nodded in approval as she took the shot.

"I'm going to caption this one `Afternoon with my lovers'," Taylor said. "You guys okay with that?"

"I'd be honored," Esteban grinned.

"Bring it on!" Cassie yelled.

"Your feed is blowing up after this morning," Josh pointed out. "No lies, no tricks, no fancy clothes or flashy cars or sob stories. Just your naked body and its power."

"I love it," Taylor said. "And this #polyamorous hashtag."

"I'm using that one now," Cassie said. "You guys are really making me blossom."

"Like a fruit? Because I'm starving," Taylor winked.

"Sandwiches," Jason said, pulling footlongs out of his backpack and distributing them. They disappeared in five minutes, with the rest of the gatorade. Josh stuck the vape pen between his toes and gave everyone another hit that way. Taylor didn't hesitate to snap a pic of him like that, bare-assed on the nude beach, getting high. It made him hard again to look at his roommate and feel the high rushing through him, and to know they were sharing the feeling. They lotioned each other, and rolled over to tan their backsides. Again their asses spasmed around hard rubber and they came without cumming. Never had Taylor given his sexuality such free rein.

"Hey, guys," he heard Esteban say, and felt a touch on his shoulder. "I'm on duty this afternoon, so Cassie and I are going to head back, okay?"

Josh rolled over. "Sounds good. Thanks for coming. You made the whole day perfect."

"No, thank you guys," Cassie said, and gave them each a goodbye kiss. She lingered over Jason and Rachel especially. "I've never been so slutty. And I hope we can be again sometime."

"Count on it," Rachel said, and watched her as they walked away. "That girl has a beautiful butt."

"You're looking forward to getting into it, aren't you?" Josh said, accidentally-on-purpose brushing his mom's nipples.

"You know it. You said she lives one floor down from you?"

"And she has a hot friend on the same floor who wants to be a slut but is still trying to work up the courage to get into it."

"You boys should be able to help her with that."

"We're trying. We should work on that this week, though."

"Why, so next weekend you can get in her pussy, too?"

"We're probably going to have to take a deposition next Saturday, so not necessarily next weekend." She ran a hand sensually over her son's abs. "But you know how much I've been looking forward to you bringing home your college friends."

"I don't know if Alexa is ready for our lifestyle yet."

"If she learns to give in to her feelings and stop overthinking pleasure, the lifestyle won't matter. You know that."

"Besides," Taylor said, "I spent a lot of time on Nifty this summer, and incest stories are popular. A lot of people fantasize about doing family members. That, and getting tied up and whipped and having their lives controlled. Which I guess reflects how they behave in politics, too."

Rachel smiled winningly at him. "Smart boy."

"Not quite right, though," Jason corrected. "They don't fantasize about getting whipped. They fantasize about doing the whipping."

"That's disgusting."

"Which is why," Josh said, slathering more lotion on his roommate, "it's important to separate sex from violence. Have to set a good example."

"Which is why your mom lets us have sex in her law office."

"That too. And it's why we're soaking up all this sunlight. Releases serotonin."

"Not because it makes us horny?"

"We're eighteen. What doesn't make us horny?"

"Very few things," Taylor admitted.

"He came twice from the plug while he was swimming," Jason explained to his girlfriend.

"Already? Taylor, you must have a pretty gifted butt."

"He does!" the other boys said in unison. Taylor dissolved in giggles, too high to care. He tried not to milk the plug with his ass, but the most he could do was slow the approach of his orgasms, not prevent them. And when they did hit him as he lay there limp, trying to ignore his aching prostate, they rushed through him with more force than if he had been seeking them. It was terrifying to realize his will and self-control could be sapped by a little piece of rubber in his butthole. It was exalting to know he could inflict so much pleasure on himself so easily--because he was unafraid.

His hand found Josh's and their fingers interlocked as they came together, jocksluts on the beach in plain sight. The blonde couldn't resist turning and kissing his roommate.

"This has been the best day of my life. Thanks."

"They're going to keep getting better," Josh grinned back at him. "The sun's starting to get low. Want to head home? I've got something else in mind for tonight."

"I never thought I'd say this, but I don't know how much more I can cum," Taylor half-grimaced.

"Oh, this isn't going to involve cumming. Or it doesn't have to. Just a lot of sensuality."

"Then let's go," Taylor said. He downed a final bottle of water and carried their trash to a can. By the time he got back, the others had the towels folded up and their backpacks on. "I don't suppose we could get away with walking from the beach to the parking lot without putting shorts on?"

"No, they'll stop you," Rachel said. "Sad but true. Borders in the human mind. But I can usually get away with topless." She was carrying a thong bikini bottom in one hand, and stepped into it at the edge of the beach while the boys were tucking their half-hardons into their short shorts.

"You could stop traffic for a mile dressed like that," Taylor said admiringly. He darted ahead to open the car door for her, and when she climbed in, he went down on one knee and kissed each of her feet.

"You're such a gentleman," Rachel purred. "It's such a shame I'm not going to touch your dick once on the drive home."

"What? How's that fair?"

"I want you to rest up and rebuild some of that urgent need."

"With this plug in my ass, need is hard to lose."

"You can always get needier. That's a lesson I taught Josh long ago."

"She's right," Josh said. "I thought I was horny when I was fourteen, but that's nothing compared to where a good teaser can put me today with some work."

"Why haven't you teased me like that yet?"

"I was planning to do it tomorrow," Josh said seriously. "If you're up for it."

Taylor pulled out of the parking lot. "You know I am."

Forty minutes later he was lathering his roommate up in the shower, grateful for the hot water slicking away the oil. He liked being clean. It was one reason he enjoyed being in the water so much. Josh removed his plug and he sighed in relief.

"Gets exhausting after a while, doesn't it?"

"Yeah. And at the same time I crave having it back, if only to know I can cum over and over again while barely trying. That's too cool for words."

"I told you it was better than fucking. Fucking is about the intimacy, not about cumming hard from your ass."

"I can see that now." Basking in the spray, Taylor stretched and rinsed off, then grabbed a towel. "Fuck, I'm tired. I might need a nap."

"Let me show you where you'll be sleeping for the next few years," Josh offered. "You can start getting comfortable."

"Walking behind you is always comfortable," Taylor remarked, following his friend.

"Very funny," Josh said dismissively, and swished his ass. They crossed the patio to another sliding door and stepped inside. Most of the room they were in was taken up by a large bed on a platform containing several drawers. A desk was tucked in one corner, and there were a couple of bookshelves opposite the bed, crammed with an eclectic assortment of titles, with a TV between them. The walls were covered in prints of erotic art that took Taylor's breath away with their beauty and idealism, and a couple large mirrors spoke to Josh's voyeuristic tendencies. The only other piece of furniture was a table by the bed holding a lamp, a couple of bongs, and a tray of toys.

"Showoff," Taylor said, flinging himself down onto the mattress. "Much better than the dorms."

"Thought you'd like it." Josh rubbed his feet over Taylor's legs before leaning in for the kiss. "Bro."

"Jockbros?"

"Definitely jockbros."

"Jockbros should love each other," the swimmer murmured. "It's natural."

"And they should make love. Show each other how they feel."

"And work to make their bodies beautiful for each other. You get it."

"So do you." They kept kissing until they fell asleep in each other's arms.

It was dusk when they woke. Josh opened his eyes to find Taylor stroking his face and watching him.

"You're beautiful. I always loved the male body, but I never realized how much better it was up close."

"Details can be hot, yeah. Endearing. But never lose sight of the ideal, either."

"Yeah, you're an idealist, I know. I find that way too attractive."

"There's no such thing as too attractive."

"Like there's no such thing as too much sex? Or too much arousal?"

"Exactly. How'd you like to combine idealism and sex for a bit?"

"I thought sex was an approach to idealism."

"You're learning. Consider this another....layer. Literally." Josh cracked up.

"Show me," Taylor demanded, pushing him off the bed. Still laughing, the runner went over to his closet and produced a long, shimmering piece of spandex. "Stand up and stick those sexy feet of yours in here."

"Tights?" the swimmer asked. The slick fabric was bringing his cock back to life as it slid up his hairless, muscular legs, but there was a lot more of it than he would expect from a pair of tights. "No! A unitard!"

"Got it!" Josh cheered. "But an extra special unitard. It's anatomically correct."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning," the other teen said, pulling the material past Taylor's crotch, "it has a separate sheath for your cock and balls. And given that you're a big boy, this suit and the sheath with probably be very tight on you." With a practiced movement, he stuck his thumbs inside the spandex sheath and guided it over the jockprick bobbing in front of him. Then he wrestled his roommate's balls into the pouch. "Now your arms." The rest of the process was easy. He zipped Taylor up and stood back to admire the results.

"Fuck me," Taylor said, staring at himself in the mirror. His body looked like it had been coated in bright blue paint, ending at his wrists and ankles and neck. The spandex covered every imperfection and made him into a superhero, strange and wonderful. And it touched him. Everywhere. His cock would flex, and the lycra would slide across it, and that would make it flex again. It was a cycle, one that was being reinforced by the same thing happening all over his body.

"See, the thing is," Josh said, watching Taylor realize what he was in for, "that almost every move you make is going to make your cock get hard. For the rest of the night. There's no escaping it."

"This is going to drive me insane in the best way possible." The blonde was unable to tear his eyes away from his reflection.

"You like what you see?"

"Is my dick trying to launch into orbit?"

"Then go outside and enjoy the view. I'll be right there."

"You make me ache and I love it." Taylor pecked him on the cheek and stepped out through the glass door.

A few yards away, Jason was putting chicken breasts on the grill. Like Taylor, he was wearing an anatomically correct unitard, except that his was a rich forest green. His cock was also erect even though he appeared to be ignoring it.

"So this is Josh's surprise," Taylor said, stroking the older man's muscle butt. "A night in lycra."

"He thought you'd enjoy a look at its more specialized aspects."

"I've played around in tights and singlets with him and Esteban, but this is incredible." He grabbed Jason's shaft and stroked it lightly, barely teasing the surface of the spandex sheath. But under the circumstances, it was enough to make Jason's entire torso thrust and flex involuntarily.

"There's nothing like it," the twunk sighed. "If you like your sexual stimulation gentle and teasing instead of quick and rough, this is as good as it gets."

"I definitely like it." Taylor's eyes wandered over to the firepit. Rachel was piling a few logs next to it, clad in a sliver-white unitard that did nothing to hide the fullness of her pussy lips. Given the contrast it made with her exposed skin, she truly looked like an alien come down from a spaceship, the scientific and the sexual rolled into one irresistible combination. Taylor was aware that he was moaning in lust without actually saying anything coherent, but he couldn't help it anymore than he could help working Jason's cock.

"Yeah, that's it," Jason encouraged him. "Jerk me off while you ogle my girlfriend."

"Excuse me," Taylor said, pecking him on the cheek and heading for the firepit. "Need any help with that?" he asked Rachel.

"Sure, but I think you just want to fondle me."

"I admit it," Taylor said shamelessly, and crushed her body to his as he kissed her. She was petite enough that he could lift her and rub her spandex-slippery limbs up and down over his own. His cock slid between her thighs and he cried out again, this time into her mouth.

"Enjoy it," Rachel hissed in his ear. "That's the only way you'll get to fuck me tonight. I don't have a zipper in this suit."

Gently, Taylor set her back down. "You have one with a zipper?"

"I have a bunch of ones with zippers. But I feel like I want to be licked rather than fucked tonight."

"Wait, wait. I could actually fuck you with my dick--like this?"

"Of course. All we need is a bit more lube. Trust me, if you were a woman, you'd go nuts for a lycra-sheathed dick inside you. It'll feel great when Josh does it to you in the butt, but an ass still isn't a pussy. And that seam on the underside of the sheath that's teasing your frenulum so nicely also scrapes the g-spot with every thrust."

"Whoever came up with these suits really thought it out." The swimmer started building the fire, then froze at the touch of Rachel's hands cupping his ballsac and softly massaging him.

"Keep going, stud."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Taylor said through gritted teeth. Inside its tight-stretched sleeve, his cock was straining, oozing precum from the pressure on his nuts. A couple hours ago, he thought he was drained. Now his teenage libido was reasserting itself strongly enough that finishing the fire was very difficult. Finally he was able to flick the lighter and watch his handicap blossom, enjoying the working-over his balls were getting. Rachel licked the tip of his dick and it forced him up on his toes in delight.

"Save some of that juice for me," Josh remarked out of nowhere.

"Fuck me." The blonde stared at his roommate, who had put on a bright red suit that seemed especially tight around his erection--and which covered his hands and feet as well. Only his head was exposed.

"You like it?" Josh turned, displaying how his muscles rippled under the lycra. "I thought you'd like to experience a little hand and foot action with double spandex."

Taylor ripped his balls out of Rachel's hands with a cry and threw himself at Josh. The smaller boy darted ahead of him to the chaise and sprawled there invitingly. Taylor's rod pressed against his, crushed between their powerful abs, and both boys squirmed in unbearable pleasure.

"I want to wear that one," the swimmer panted into his lover's mouth.

"It might not fit, but I'll get you one just like it. And one with a full hood, too. No skin contact whatsoever."

"Your mom wants me to fuck her like this!"

"Taylor," Josh murmured, licking his friend's face, "you're going to be fucking her, and me, and Jason like this. You do not know words to describe how your dick is going to feel from those fucks, or how your ass is going to feel with a spandex-covered cock inside you. Zentai sex is like donning a second skin that doubles the intensity of everything."

"Your dick is so hard. Your body is so fucking hard and hot and shiny. It's like a whole new version of you. I want to fucking eat you." Taylor slithered down Josh's body and took the teen's tightly-sheathed dick between his lips. It was every bit as good as sucking a speedo bulge--even better, since he could get his mouth fully over Josh's manhond, which seemed thicker with its lycra coating. He loved how it tasted like an athlete. No boy who had ever chewed passionately on his jockgear while abusing his teenage meat could forget or fail to be turned on by that flavor. Then what he hoped for happened: Josh encircled his prick with his feet. A sockjob was hot, but two layers of encasing spandex were even better.

He made good on his threat to eat Josh by moving down still further and worshiping the rummer's lycra-clad feet. The suit made him extraordinarily aware of their perfect shape and graceful strength. As he had that morning, he kissed them with true passion, knowing he was exciting the boy who was rapidly becoming his best friend. Someone grasped his cock and buried a tongue in the cleft of his ass. When Taylor saw Rachel straddling her son and sixty-nining with him, he realized Jason was behind him, milking his precumming dick and torturing its tip.

They ended up in a pile on the chaise, fondling and worshiping each other's bodies indiscriminately. Making Rachel orgasm over and over through the thin lycra was entrancing for Taylor. As was sucking Jason's load from the fabric of his sheath, and shooting his load on Josh's feet while telling Jason how much he loved them. The spandex multiplied the sensations they felt and overloaded their libidos, getting them drunk on sex and touching until all they could do was lie together and kiss.

"The best part is," Rachel said dreamily, forcing herself into an upright position with effort, "that I turned on the camera and we'll be able to replay the whole thing."

"Yay mom!" Josh called, fist-pumping while otherwise remaining flat on his back.

"Come on. Let's go eat," Jason said, nodding at the grill, where he'd left dinner on a warming plate while they sexed.

"Isn't that what we were doing?" Taylor smirked.

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