The Understanding

        Rain was a soothing drumbeat on the roof.

I woke lying on my side, Barry's arm thrown over me and holding me in his sleep. We were on the living room floor. His chest pressed gently against my back, his thighs tight against my bum, and I could feel his pubes against my bare cheeks. I stiffened.

Barry was holding me? What did that mean?

My buttocks were bared? My heart sank. What the bloody hell was going on?

I forced myself to think. I remembered we had been sitting before the fire last night and drinking. Denny had been there with us. Roommates sitting around chatting on about nothing. I remembered one and, then, another of us grumbling that it was hot until we were all shirtless. I remembered Barry pulling off his jeans and me being horny at the sight of him.

The common room of our flat in the hall of residence was shadowed now, lit only by the pale dawn light from the window. The fireplace was cold. I knew what had happened, remembered it; but I didn't want to believe it. It couldn't be true.

I was naked. My prick was hard, its skin pulled tight behind its flange. Something thick rode between my thighs and pushed against my bollocks.

I looked over my shoulder to see what condition Barry was in.

I saw skin, lots of it. Tanned, warm skin. His arm around me. His muscled chest against my back. Rising over my shoulder was his big brown nipple, a hicky on the smooth skin right beside it.

My gut turned over once and tried to hide. I closed my eyes and shuddered.

I hadn't been careful; it had again happened last night.

My fingers moved hesitantly along my flat abdomen to my bollocks. I suspected that I knew what was between my legs and pushing into my scrotum, but I had to know for sure.

I found the head of Barry's covered dick between my legs. His whole engorged helmet was past the front side of my legs and felt as wide as a soda can. My fingers also found greasy stuff on the back of my sack and the insides of my thighs.

They explored the naked width of the American knob between my legs. I knew what happened after Barry shucked his jeans last night. I was a woollie woofter for sure now. An exposed one.

I had known it since the first night of that rafting trip my two mates and I took last summer. One of them and I went to pick up dead twigs and limbs for our fire. He stopped to piss. I studied his circumcised dick too long and, when I realised it, it was too late. The lad was grinning from ear to ear. His dick was hard. He told me we were going to have fun.

By the time I had his meat in my mouth and was tonguing his shaft, our other mate was standing beside him, his jeans wide open and his hard prick jutting out.

It seemed a logical enough arrangement to me there in a copse of woods in the middle of a Welsh summer evening because I still had jizz in my hair and was wiping more off my cheek. I also had two naked men with big, hard masts standing in front of me - and I was horny to get into more of this kind of fun.

I managed to put dick out of my head once I was back in London - until I entered the flat in the hall of residence at university and met my two roommates. Somehow, I managed to pretend my way through the next month. Until last night.

I lifted my leg and traced the shaft of Barry's dick back to his bollocks, not believing the width or length of the bloody thing.

Barry's lips nuzzled the nape of my neck. "Want another dose, Tommy?" he mumbled and thrust his hips forward. His latex-covered dick pushed through my fingers and past my bollocks. His shaft pulled back even more slowly until his helmet was even with the entrance to my lovechute.

He chuckled. "We need a new one, my lad." He reached over me and found his jeans. He pulled a foiled packet out and ripped it open with his teeth. "Take that one off me for us, Tommy. Then, I'll just slip this one and we'll be ready."

His fingers joined mine around his meat and he directed it to me after we'd both carried out the tasks he'd set us. We did - because I wasn't stopping him. His fingertips traced a path up my crack to my hip, giving me gooseflesh.

"You've got the tightest ass," he whispered against my neck, the movement of his lips sending shivers down my back as he pulled me onto him.

I moaned softly as inch after inch of him slid into me and possessed me. I guessed him for ten inches easily and wondered how much of him my chute was going to be able to take. His lips kept moving across my neck and onto my shoulder and back again, his teeth occasionally nipping at me. I stayed hard, my bollocks rode my shaft. It was difficult to think about anything seriously - except how good my arse felt now it was being filled up.

"Ready, Tommy?" he breathed into my ear. His thatch scratched the insides of my bum.

"Fuck me," I mumbled softly as my fist encircled my meat and began to pull on it.

"Show me you want it."

I looked back at him curiously. "How?"

He grinned. "Grind that butt for us, Tommy. Tighten your chute up and try to hold me there."

I concentrated on closing my arsemuscle around something as wide as a can of soda. I ground my bum up and down his thighs and from hip bone to hip bone - all around the thick pole wedged inside me. I mewled happily and wanked.

Inches of hard, ridged dickshaft pulled from me. They plunged back into me before his helmet reached the backside of my sphincter and I groaned my pleasure. "Yeah," I mumbled. "Do it, Barry."

He pumped his pole into me as I ground my bum on it. I turned more into him, draping my leg over his hip and using my heel to press against his arse, pulling us closer together. His wide-bodied meat rode my love gland and my bollocks grasped the shaft of my cock tight.

I moaned my pleasure and kissed his cheek. He smiled back at me and his hand took my dick from mine. His fist wanked me in time with his movement in my bowel. My fingertips explored his back from his shoulder to the beginning mound of his nearest buttocks.

"I'm close," I mumbled as my bollocks churned on either side of my dickshaft.

"Shoot it, Tommy," he mumbled in my ear. "I want you blowing your load whenever I fuck you. You've got to want it as much as I do."

My bollocks erupted on command. Ropes of spunk blew from my pole and rained down on the carpet, on my stomach. I moaned happily and scooped up a rope to eat it. Barry's dick stayed in me, in full possession of my love tunnel. I reached behind my bollocks to feel the base of his thick prick pushing into me and pulling out of me.

The helmet of his dick swelled deep inside me, spreading my gut even wider. His arms went around my chest, pulling me against him. "I can't hold it any longer," he groaned. His pubes ground against the entrance to my hole.

I felt each eruption of his hot spunk. His hips jerked against me with each one. His body shuddered alongside mine. "Give me all of it," I demanded.

* * *

"Barry's a whole other experience, isn't he, Tommy?" Denny asked from the sofa. Barry had pulled from me and gone to the kitchen to make coffee.

My body jerked and I was immediately pulled from my satisfied languor. I forced myself to look at my other roommate sitting naked on the sofa facing me. I had forgotten about him. I went white.

He grinned.

I saw his dick then. Hard. Demanding, riding his tight belly. Small compared to Barry's, but a satisfactory weapon - normal like mine. And circumcised like Barry's.

"You watched us?" I asked hesitantly, barely able to resist the siren call of his prick even as I wrestled with the knowledge that Barry's possession of me had been witnessed. My face burnt as blood continued to redden it.

He sniggered. "Sure did. That was one hot fuck you two had going." He smiled and studied me without embarrassment. "You've got nice equipment, Tommy." He patted the cushion beside him. "Come on over."

I pushed myself to my feet and took a tentative step toward Denny. I knew I was going to be kneeling before him and tasting one of the nicest looking pieces of manmeat I had seen since Wales last summer.

Denny spread his legs invitingly and pulled on his pole.

I stumbled across the room and knelt before him.

"The three of us are going to have ourselves some fun now that you've come out of hiding," he mumbled as he found a condom in the pocket of his trousers. I was already mouthing the base of his shaft and moving quickly toward its crown.

I pulled away and looked up to meet his eyes. I remembered my fortnight-long arrangement with my mates in Wales. While I looked forward to all the sex I hoped I was going to be getting, I wasn't especially happy about my two roommates seeing me as just a nancy boy for them to use to get their rocks off.

He chuckled and pulled latex down over his helmet onto his shaft. "We both suck and I like a hard dick in my ass as much as you do."

"You put out too?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah." He grinned. "I grew up living next door to Barry. I was the first guy he fucked with that firehose of his." He laughed then. "That was our second night in the dormitory."

My fingers formed a fist around him. I grinned back at him before I ducked my head and dived onto the rest of him.

"Yeah, Tommy," he groaned. "Suck that dick."

My fingers slipped through his pubes onto his abdomen as I took more of him. I brought my other hand between us and began pulling on his scrotum. I bobbed on his pole and tugged at his family jewels while Denny ground his hips and groaned.

"I'm close," he mumbled. "Watching you two earlier-"

I felt his helmet widen to spread my tonsils.

"Shit, I'm already shooting my load!"

* * *

Naked and sated, we sat in the living room and sipped our coffees. Barry and Denny sat together on the sofa with me across from them in a chair.

"We've talked about you joining us," Barry told me as Denny's fingers re-established his possession of his mate.

I watched them move from Barry's knee up his thigh to his bollocks and cradle them.

Barry smiled as Denny idly began to pull at his meat. His dick began to become tumescent and I watched it grow along his thigh halfway to his knee.

"We like sex," Denny explained, his voice grown husky. "Ultimately, it's just the two of us, you understand - but we've also found we like having a third. One who accepts sex along with our friendship."

"You're a nice guy, Tommy," Barry said, taking over. "We both like you. You're a good roommate. We'd like to make our relationship with you the rest of the year we're over here more complete than it has been."

"What're the limits to this relationship you're offering?" I asked, cutting to the meat of our discussion.

"No limits," Barry answered as Denny leant over him and tongued his helmet. "We're friends. We just add sex to what we already have going."

"Your dicks and my arse," I mumbled, stuck in the memory of my fortnight-long trek through Wales last summer with my mates.

Denny pulled off Barry's prick. "We share, Tommy. You can have a piece of me while I'm sucking Barry off, if you like." He slipped off the sofa and climbed between his mate's legs, leaving his arse nicely exposed as his lips dived down Barry's pole.

"You just can't try to come between us," Barry explained with difficulty as Denny twisted his bollocks and gobbled his dick. "The two of us go back to the States together at the end of the school year. We can be good friends and fuck buddies - but that's all."

I nodded, taken the condom Denny offered and pulled the skin back from my helmet. Covered, I crawled behind Denny to position myself. My finger slipped into Denny's bowel with little pressure.

He moaned as the tip of my finger rode his prostate. He wiggled his bum in invitation as my second finger joined the first inside him. I pulled both fingers out and he moaned as I brought my dick to his pucker.

Barry nodded as I looked to him. "Kiss me, Tommy," he said and smiled as I began to slip into his lover's arsehole.