Finding Your Own Way Back

Chapter 16

Author's Note:  Okay, this story has the boys playing way outside the box. But it will end up with the boys being with each other and others. So I hope you enjoy.

An hour later, Brian and Justin pulled up in front of the co-ed's apartment building. Turning to Brian, Justin asked, "You think I should have called first?"

"Worried you're going to be walking into some hot steamy breeder sex, Sunshine? It's your apartment too," Brian reminded him.

"You're a lot of help."

"I try."

Determining that Brian was incorrigible, Justin merely rolled his eyes. Maturity was sometimes sadly lacking in their relationship, he thought, bemused by Brian's behavior. "Come on. We'll take the stairs so you can walk off the fat you're going to be bitching about all week."

"I'd prefer it have been protein," Brian quipped, winking lasciviously at him.

"Okay, smart ass." Justin unbuckled his seat belt and looked at Brian. "Coming?"

"Hope to be."

"You know you're the only one who had an orgasm today," Justin reminded him.

"You telling me you didn't jack off in the shower. Why, Sunshine, have you learned nothing from me about proper shower behavior?"

"Brian," he admonished. "I lost count last night. Besides it's more fun when you're playing with me. And I like when you stick a finger up me as you're going down on me."

"Ah, Sunshine, that has to be the sweetest thing you've ever said to me." But Brian unbuckled his own seatbelt, witty repartee forgotten for the moment.

A few minutes later, Justin was unlocking the front door, trying to ignore the moans emanating from inside their apartment. Brian cocked his head, listening. "Sounds like someone's getting off."

As if that wasn't perfectly obvious, Justin thought, slightly irritated. "No shit. I didn't see Curtis's car." Then it dawned on him. Exchanging looks with Brian, he was disconcerted to see the older man grin slyly.

Understanding the inner workings of Brian's mind all too well, he said, "Oh no, Brian. We should go."

"And let Daphne have all the fun. Uh uh."

"What about the floor show?" Justin reminded him.

"Oh, what's to say we can't offer a preview before the main attraction. I don't recall that being against the rules."

"That's absolutely wicked," Justin said as Brian simply smirked in that way he did. Feeling reluctant about intruding on his friend's obviously private and intimate moment, it was Brian who very quietly opened the door. Motioning Justin to go in before him, Brian closed the door without a sound. The ease with which he did that made Justin wonder just how much practice he'd had sneaking in and out of apartments.

Justin noticed that Daphne's door was open. She clearly hadn't been expecting company or him to come home. It made him wonder if Curtis wasn't the only one needing sex tips. Although he certainly hadn't explored much when he'd fucked Daphne. And his experience with men at the time had been fairly limited despite her later accusation about him turning into a "full time" homosexual. He turned around to see Brian half-naked with the beginnings of a major hard-on. Mouthing, what the fuck are you doing? Justin waited as Brian very quietly padded nonchalantly into Daphne's bedroom.

The alarmed squeak which emanated from the bedroom was quickly replaced by nervous giggles. "Hey, Justin," Brian said, "the coast is clear. Come on in."

Justin felt his face grow red. Bastard, he thought, but his feet betrayed him. He walked into Daphne's bedroom to find her half-naked with a 12-inch dildo beside her on the bed and an anal vibrator that she clearly had used before. Brian had dropped his shirt and was reclining on the bed as if he'd done this a million times before. Glancing at the television, he was shocked to see that she was watching an adult film. And not, judging from the looks of it, a heterosexual porn film. Why, Daphne, you dirty little girl, Justin thought, reappraising his oldest friend. It was freeze framed the middle of a guy getting reamed by a dick that had to be at least ten inches while sucking another one, while a third was sucking him off. Not bad, he thought.

"Hi, Justin," she squeaked, looking more than a little alarmed and embarrassed herself. This hadn't been the way she thought she'd spend her Sunday afternoon. With two hot men both of whom happened to be gay. And with her in the middle of a clearly compromising position. But things were looking up, she thought, glancing down at Brian's non-deflating prick. If anything, Brian seemed to be growing harder, she thought. It had been impressive when it was not erect, she recalled. Now it was positively beautiful.

"Sunshine," Brian said, idly stroking his cock, "you're overdressed."

"No, I'm not," he said, feeling his own face flame. But Brian crooked a finger and motioned him forward. As if a marionette, Justin felt himself drawn inexorably towards Brian, a moth towards a very hot flame. He stood by the bed and Brian ran a hand lazily down the front of his pants, cupping his balls.

"I believe you are," he lazily drawled. "Wouldn't you agree, Daph honey?"

"Um yeah," she said, thinking that this more than made up for the botched experience yesterday. She'd been more than a little disappointed that Justin had cut short her very enlightening conversation with Brian about the finer points of cock-sucking. She was learning a few very important things. And besides it had been kind of fun to have Curtis shoot on her tits. But he could learn a few things about how to get a woman off. Somehow, looking at the man beside her, she doubted Brian had ever had that problem with his sexual partners of either sex. He was so damn confident in his own sexuality.

"And you, darling girl, are over-dressed too," Brian said, while continuing to fondle Justin through the fabric. Justin stepped back and dropped the sweatpants. After Joan's visit and the subsequent venture into sucking Brian's magnificent cock, he had decided that underwear was a waste of time. He stripped off his t-shirt, leaving him standing naked in front of his lover and best friend, noticing that his own dick was hardening.

"Um, no I'm not." She was pleased to discover that her voice did not squeak again.

Glancing at his resigned partner, Brian cocked an eyebrow. "Justin, what do you think?"

Joining them on the bed, Justin glanced at his best friend and said, "Brian's right, Daph." Noticing that the bra had a front clasp, he deftly reached over and unclasped it, revealing two perfectly shaped breasts with nipples that were hardening in the sudden exposure to the chilly air.

"Not bad, Daph," Brian said, approving.

Glancing at him, she said, "Thanks. I think."

"Um that's a compliment, Daph," Justin said, glancing at his partner. "You know we actually came over here with a proposition for you," he said.

"You did," she said, moving so that the bra fell to the floor leaving her completely nude. "What was it?"

"Well," Justin began, glancing at Brian who nodded at him to continue, "we wanted to extend an invitation to you for a private floor show."

"You did, huh?" a fourth voice said from the door.

All three faces looked towards the door. Oh, hell, Justin thought. Curtis, the absentee boyfriend. Looking at Daphne, he saw that her face was creased with consternation. Clearly she hadn't been expecting this either. But then he and Brian hadn't exactly locked the door behind them either. It was Brian who spoke up, voice firm and without fear of the repercussions. "Yeah, we did. I'm Brian."

"Justin's erstwhile boyfriend," Curtis said, taking a step forward as he took in the tableau presented on the bed; the contrasting colors of the bodies. This wasn't exactly how he thought he'd find his girlfriend, he admitted to himself. Then he felt his cock betray him as it began to stir in his pants. Looking at the television, he was astonished to see the frozen picture. Well, he thought, seems Daphne's not the only one to question things.

"I prefer lover," Brian said while Justin snorted. "You must be Curtis."

"Yeah, Daphne's boyfriend," Curtis's eyes focused unashamedly on Brian's cock and balls.

Noticing where her boyfriend's attention rested (and it wasn't on her, she noticed, but on Brian), Daphne said, "Um, maybe I should put some clothes on."

"Like what you see?" Brian asked, interested to see what buttons he could push. He clearly wasn't going to beat the shit out of him and Justin. That much was clear. He was admiring Brian's dick with way too much envy and interest for that. Suddenly standing, Brian walked towards him, unashamed of his nudity or his swinging dick.

"Um," Curtis started and then stopped as Brian began to expertly undo the buttons of the fly of his jeans, brushing his quickening flesh through the cloth of his briefs, the head arching upwards.

"I think you like what you see a little too much, don't you, Justin?" Brian asked, turning towards his lover. "Daphne?"

Daphne started at the direct question. "Yeah, Bri, I think he does."

"Curtis, you're wearing way too many clothes," Daphne said, addressing her boyfriend.

Standing, she gently elbowed Brian out of the way and pulled the jeans all the way down to his ankles. Stepping back, Curtis stepped out of them, his earlier shock giving way to arousal. This was like something out of Penthouse Letters, he thought, except it's with two gay guys, me and my girlfriend. He had to wonder if his reaction was due to Daphne or to the proximity of the very sexy and aroused Brian.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing a nicely sculpted chest with both nipples pierced. That had both Brian and Justin arching their eyebrows and giving each other looks. Hmm, Justin thought, I wouldn't have thought that of Curtis. Had to be fairly recent, he thought. But there was no denying that Curtis was hot and, from the looks of things, hung. And not entirely straight judging from the man's reaction, he thought. Strange my gaydar didn't sound off. Or my sensing that he might be bi.

"What exactly is this floor show?" Curtis asked, as Daphne knelt between his legs, tongue darting out to tongue him through the fabric of his briefs. His eyes were locked on Brian's.

"Justin and I fucking each other in front of Daphne and my assistant Cynthia," Brian said, admiring Daphne's technique. "Honey, that's right," he said. "But you should use broader strokes of your tongue to really get to him."

Curtis reappraised him; there were benefits, he reconsidered, to being in a room with two gay men. Both of whom were hot and experienced with sucking dick. So Curtis was reevaluating the situation even as he felt Daphne's tongue hit his head. "Were you intending to invite me? Considering her pussy is mine?" Curtis asked, the words coming out a near growl.

"Territorial, are we?" Brian asked. "Or just a Neanderthal?"

Nodding slightly, Curtis looked at Justin. "Hey, Taylor, you should join in the fun. Looks like your boyfriend's dick could use some attention of its own."

Justin glanced at him. Oh yeah, he thought, this could be fun. For the first time, he was starting to see the side effects of Brian's idea. But as Justin rose to his feet, Brian took a step forward towards Curtis. Saw the other man inhale as Brian's mouth swooped down, capturing it with his own. There was a slight, almost imperceptible, hesitation then Justin saw that Curtis was getting into it, hand clasping the back of Brian's neck, drawing him nearer as their tongues met. The front of Curtis's briefs was soaked through with saliva and cum, Justin judged. And Daphne was working him like a pro, Justin thought, admiring her technique though there were a few things she could do differently.

When Brian broke the kiss, Curtis was panting. "Interested?" Brian asked, stepping back.

Without hesitation, he said, "Fuck yeah. So when is this floor show?"

"Friday night," Brian said. "You in or out?"

"In," Curtis said, as he glanced down at Daphne. "Daphne, let me take my briefs off."

She stopped in her ministrations and stood up; her own pussy tingling with arousal, needing to get off. "So guys," she said, and all three men looked at her. "What are the ground rules of this little soiree?"

This time, instead of Brian, it was Justin who answered. "We give Curtis a crash-course in gay etiquette. We show him how to cleanse himself out. And you, Daph."

She smiled. "No need. I've taken it up the ass before. But it might be fun to have someone else show me the 'proper' way."

Both Brian and Justin glanced at her, shocked by that little bombshell. "You have?" Justin said.

"Um, yeah, Justin. Why have three orifices if only two are supposed to have all the fun? Besides, I read a man-on-man sex primer after you came out to me. It told me all about rimming and preparation of the ass and all that stuff. How important it is to be clean down there when a guy's going to eat you out."

"So when I fucked you," Justin began, "you wouldn't have minded if I'd tried your backdoor?"

She smiled but hesitated. "If I'd be clean down there, no. I wouldn't have minded."

Seemed Brian was right, Justin mused, glancing at his boyfriend who slightly inclined his head in acknowledgment.

Curtis glanced at his girlfriend. "What else have you done, Daph?" Intrigued that his girlfriend was more experienced in the sexual arts than he'd originally thought.

"You remember me and Sapphire?" Daphne asked, directing her comment to both Curtis and Justin.

Both men nodded; Brian content for the moment to watch. She smiled and said, "We went to an adult store and bought a double-headed dildo. We fucked each other with it. Then she fucked my ass."

"What else did you do?"

"I got my clitoral hood pierced."

Curtis gasped. "Why the hell didn't I know that?"

"Because I let it grow back. It was fucking painful to get it pierced. And it began to hurt when I went to pee."

Remembering how it felt to get his nipple pierced, Justin concurred. "Anything else, Daph?"

Thinking she said, "Well, we went down on each other, licking and fingering each other to orgasm."

Curtis stared at her. "And you didn't invite me?"

Meeting his gaze dead-on, she said, "I didn't know how you'd react. Besides, you seem more turned on by the idea of Brian and Justin than the idea of me with another woman."

"Actually," he said, "I find the idea of both really fucking hot. And I notice that it's a gay porn video that you were watching. Not a straight fuck film."

Brian joined the conversation at that point. "Hey children, enough talk. I think it's time for a practical demonstration." Turning to Curtis he said, "I think you might find you like dick more than you think. And if you want a quick tutorial you should test-drive it on Justin. His dick is easier to swallow than mine. You have to work up to something the size of mine. Justin?"

Glancing at Curtis' erection which showed no signs of flagging, Justin nodded. He was up for it. "Daphne?"

"Yeah."

"Anything you want?"

Daphne hesitated, her eyes going to Brian and then back to Justin. Understanding at once what his friend was too shy to say, Justin looked at Brian. "Safe space, right, Bri?"

"Yeah," Brian said, glancing at Daphne. "Safe space. Daphne?"

"Well, I'd like to watch you two. And I'd like to see one or both of you with Curtis."

"What about you? You'll be left out of the party," Curtis said.

"No, she won't," Brian rejoined. "Somehow I doubt Daphne's gonna miss a bit of the fun. Right, honey?"

She smiled tentatively as Brian moved closer to her, saying quietly, "I told you I'd make good on my promise to fuck you at prom, didn't I?"

Justin glanced at him; clearly he had forgotten that little fact as a result of the bat. But it was equally clear that Daphne hadn't. "So, Daph, how many toys do you have? And how many are reasonably sterile?"

Glancing at the two toys on the bed, she said, "I have another couple of dildos and three anal vibrators, in varying sizes, and a clitoral stimulator." She added the last in case somebody didn't want to go down on her, tongue flicking her clit, working her to orgasm.

Justin glanced at her with something akin to awe and shock. This was something she'd never told him. Clearly, she really had been fantasizing about it and hadn't told him every little detail. "I have nipple clamps and handcuffs."

"Oh, Daph," Brian said, chortling, "you are so a girl after my own heart. And cock."

"Anything else?" Curtis asked, looking at his girlfriend.

"Um, blindfolds, Ben Wa balls, and silk cords."

"Jesus, Daphne," Justin breathed. How the fuck did I miss this about her? He wondered in shock.

She smirked, a expression similar to Brian's. "So boys what's going to happen first?"

"Well," Brian started, "first you start that movie again. I assume you have favorite parts. Parts that get you hotter than others. By the way, how many of these DVDs do you have?"

Flushing slightly, she nodded. "Um yeah, I do. Maybe six." She remembered how many times she'd watched it with the volume muted as she worked a vibrator in and out of her pussy while fucking her ass with the anal vibrator. It had been a wonder the rocking of the bed as she'd come hadn't woken her roommate.

Brian sprawled out on the bed, lazily stroking his cock, as Justin lay down next to him. Daphne and Curtis were the last to join the duo. "So, Daph, what's your favorite part?" Justin asked, hand stroking his own erection. "What's your favorite act?"

"Um," she started. Then hesitated as she felt three pairs of eyes on her. "Well, it's fucking embarrassing," she burst out.

"Do tell," Justin coached her as he looked at Brian. "Safe space, remember. Just us four."

Daphne handed Brian the control and said, averting her eyes, "I like it when the bottom has two dicks in his mouth and then they pull out and shoot all over him. I like to see the close-up shots when there is come leaking out of his ass and someone laps it all up." She felt her face flushing under the caramel of her skin.

"Honey, it's okay," Brian said. He actually thought that was pretty hot and close to his own blond's fantasy involving the two of them.

She sent him an appreciate look. Curtis glanced over at Brian and said, "Brian, why don't you start the movie again. From the point where Daphne likes it."

"Any particular fantasies you have, Curtis?"

Curtis hesitated before answering. "Yeah, actually, I want to get eaten out. And have my ass fucked while I'm going down on someone else. Have my dick sucked while I'm getting fucked."

"Anything else?" Brian coaxed. It was always fun to experiment with an eager amateur.

Meeting Brian's gaze dead on, he said, "Yeah. Eat Daphne out while someone's fucking her face and ass."

Brian glanced at his young lover. "You up for that, Sunshine?"

While the idea of going down on her didn't have much appeal to him, he could see the picture of him fucking her ass while she was sucking Brian's dick. Seemed Brian had the same idea as he leaned over to whisper, "You don't have to eat her out if you don't want to. You can fuck her tight little ass."

Looking back at Curtis he said, "What about your ass, Curtis? Won't your hole feel neglected?"

"Not if you stretch it out first," Curtis snapped back. "Drive that nine and a half-inch pole of yours deep inside my virgin ass. When's the last time you did that, Kinney? When's the last time you had a virgin?"

Acknowledging the dig for what it was, Brian hesitated before answering, "It's been a while. And Justin's about as young as I like them. I'm not into chicken."

"Chicken?" Curtis asked, clearly confused.

It was Justin who answered. "He means really young men who look like pre-adolescent kids. He's not into kids."

"You don't look your age," Curtis pointed out. "I've seen your senior picture, man. You looked really young. It's hard to believe you were seventeen."

"He was and that was part of his appeal. His youth was attractive to me. But if I'd thought he was younger than twenty-one, I wouldn't have gone near him," Brian said. "I'm not into jail-bait. And I didn't know he was only seventeen until after I jacked him off that first night. But even then he was legal. Barely. So we were lucky. And legal."

Curtis nodded, backing off from a topic that was clearly sore for both of them.

"Hey, guys," Daphne said. "Anyone else want to hear my other fantasies?"

The three males nodded. "Sure," they chorused.

She grinned. "I want to see someone shoot on the other's chest and then I want to lick it up. I want to see Justin and Brian rocking together. I like Curtis's fantasy of him eating me out while someone is fucking my ass. But I really want to feel two dicks inside me at once, one inside my ass while the other is inside my pussy. But I know that may not make all of you comfortable."

Brian looked at Justin and the blond nodded his head. Glancing at Daphne, Justin said, hesitantly, "Okay, I've been really quiet. Daph, I know I was your first. It could have been better for you. I doubt you even had an orgasm and, at the very least, I owed you that. So I'm willing to play outside the box. Today and at the floor show. Whatever we're both comfortable with."

Grateful for the acknowledgment of her needs, she nodded slightly. "Okay, I think we've done enough talking for now."

Brian agreed. Curtis glanced at the oldest member of their quartet and said, "So, Kinney, since you're the master of this arena why don't you start us off."

"You really want to play don't you?" Brian said, meeting Curtis's eyes. "Well, what do you want to see first?"

"You making my girlfriend come while your boyfriend eats out your ass. I want to see you make her pussy drip."

Justin closed his eyes; it was never a good idea to directly challenge Brian. "You sure you can handle it? Cause after I've had Daphne she may never want to come back to you," he said, cockily. "After all, my tongue is legendary. Justin can tell you that."

The blond nodded.

"Bring it on, man. Bring it on."

"And what will you being doing while I'm eating Daphne out?" Brian asked, eyes locking on Daphne's.

"Bathing Daphne's hot little throat with my come," he rejoined. "Giving her tonsils a bath with my spunk."

Justin reappraised his friend's boyfriend. Clearly he was going to be jacking off while eating Brian's ass. It was a damn good thing they'd prepared for this, he thought.

"Shall the show begin?" Brian asked, as he was clearly the maestro of this little scenario.

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