Friends and Love - Ch. 01

All characters explicitly or implicitly engaged in sexual activities, both present and past, are over 18 years old when performing such activities.

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"I heard Jason has a huge cock."

"What?!" I asked confused, "How could you possibly know that?"

"I've got my sources," Ryan said as he briefly stopped eye-fucking the handsome football player and gave me a wink.

It was still the first week of our sophomore year and we were having a sort of homecoming party at our place. Ryan and I were sitting on a couch, talking while we looked at the crowd. There were a few girls but most of the people invited were guys, no surprises there. It was definitely on purpose though, and in that moment we were trying to decide who'd be the lucky guy to fuck Ryan tonight.

"Oh my god did you fuck him already?" I asked with genuine curiosity. I knew my friend could work fast.

"Geez, Scott! I'm not that big a slut, am I?" he asked as he gave me a hurt look.

We stared silently at each other for a few seconds. I had no problem with Ryan's sexuality or the way he lived it; I mean, I was gay myself and loved guys. However, Ryan always did beat me in enthusiasm. We had met each other in our first month of college when we shared a dorm room, and in the whole year that I'd known him I was sure he had slept with at least 20 different guys. I swear it was like he got a new one every weekend. Nonetheless we had become really close and he was basically my best friend in college.

After sharing a serious look for a few seconds we finally couldn't hold it anymore and broke out laughing. "Okay, yeah, I am," he admitted between laughs. "Sadly though, I'm afraid I haven't had the pleasure," his eyes strayed dreamily towards the guy in question.

"So it's just a rumor then," I knew we couldn't trust what some girl, who had likely just lost her virginity the first week of college, had said.

"Yeah but the source is trustworthy," I looked at him questioningly, "It was Bruce who told me, he says they went down on each other in the locker room after Wednesday's practice."

My mouth almost dropped open at the gossip. Bruce was another one of my roommates. He was the quarterback of the football team and was supposed to go on to play in the NFL after he graduated. Also, he was just as gay as Ryan and I, and he didn't care to hide it either. He was pretty much the top version of Ryan, fucked a new guy every week; being the young star of the football team had its benefits. It wasn't like he wasn't good looking, he was so big and muscled that his biceps looked like cannonballs; I'll admit I had a little crush on him when I first met him, he was just my type of guy, so manly and tall. Of course now I was totally over him, nothing ever happened between us and we were actually really close, he was almost like my big brother.

Surprisingly, Ryan and him had never hooked up either, the way they talked about the guys they liked made it seem they were perfect for each other, but I guess it just never happened. In reality they were almost as close as Ryan and I were, bonding over their seemingly endless sexual appetites. I mean, we all talked about guys a lot but to them it was like it was the only topic in existence. I can't recall ever hearing a conversation between them about anything other than which guy has the biggest cock or the thickest ass. So Bruce getting action with some guy wasn't what surprised me, even if it wasn't common for him to hookup with his teammates. No, rather it was learning that one of the hottest guys in the football team liked to suck cock.

"Jason is gay?" I couldn't hide my surprise.

"Well I don't know if he's gay gay. But he is definitely gay enough." Ryan answered.

We both giggled and directed our gaze at the fine specimen that had come to our party, looking him up and down. After a short while of enjoying the view I heard Ryan's voice, "So, will you let him into your knickers tonight?" a teasing hint in his voice.

"What? I thought we were scouting him out for you!" I asked even more shocked than before.

"Oh trust me honey, I would very much love to ride that train," he said dramatically, "But I think you could use a good hard fuck a lot more than me."

"Very funny Ryan," I rolled my eyes at him, "But you know very well I have a boyfriend."

"Oh come on! Bill hasn't so much as called you in two weeks. My last booty call was more considerate to me than Bill is to you," he said, not holding back on his thoughts about my boyfriend, "When are you going to dump his cheating ass?"

I knew my relationship with Bill wasn't perfect. Okay, fine, it was terrible. But we had known each other since we were little kids and had only started dating before going to different colleges. Surely it'd be different when we could be together all the time, right? I was also aware about the rumors that said he cheated on me last year while he was at college, but I had no way to be sure they were true. Maybe I was being a bit naive by refusing to believe he'd cheat on me, but I really didn't see any other option. If it didn't work out with Bill, whom I had known for almost my whole life, then how was it ever going to work with any other guy?

"You know I can't Ryan, I don't want to go back to being single again." I answered truthfully.

Ryan put his right arm over my shoulder and pulled me closer as he spoke, "Scott, we are two very hot and very fuckable guys in what is probably the gayest college in the country." I couldn't help but laugh at the way he spoke like he was giving a huge speech, "From all those high school stories you told me, I think your 18 year old self would be very disappointed that you aren't taking advantage of the fact that the student population consists of around 80% males, most of which are good enough to eat."

I couldn't find anything to say to that. I had been a bit of a slut my senior year in high school. I didn't lose my virginity until Bill but still. After coming out at 18, I just discovered I loved the thrill of making out with hot guys behind the cafeteria. And our college was indeed pretty gay. I mean a lot of the guys were straight, but having a 4 to 1 men to women ratio meant many of them experimented at least once. Bruce and Ryan had probably turned more guys than anyone else in history and they were only in their sophomore year. Perhaps I really was missing out.

Either way, I just didn't have the guts to break up with Bill, my parents loved him and I'm sure he was mostly the reason they began to accept me being gay at all. "I'm sorry, I just can't. Not yet anyway," I sighed.

Ryan pulled me closer and gave me a hug, "That's okay honey, I'm sure all the hot guys can wait for you." He gave me a reassuring kiss and I smiled at him.

"Thank you," I pulled away and looked back at the handsome stud standing in our living room, "So, think you might want a taste of him yourself?" I asked Ryan, motioning my head towards his prey.

"Oh lord, how could I not?" He was back to being dramatic and it amused me, "My family and I got back from Cairo on Sunday, I haven't had a cock in me in two weeks. That's like, two months in slut time." I giggled at his comment, "I'm going to leave him dry when I'm done with him." He was biting his lips as he got up and began walking towards him.

As I saw him beginning to walk away a thought popped into my mind so I stopped him briefly and asked him a question, "Hey, have you seen Jack tonight?"

Ryan stopped for a moment and turned back to answer, "I haven't, maybe he's not home yet."

"Yeah, maybe..." I trailed off in a low voice as Ryan continued walking towards his conquest of the night.

I watched him flirt with Jason for a little while before I decided to look for Jack.

Jack was our fourth and last roommate. He was around our age and was an old friend of Bruce, he wasn't on the football team but played volleyball instead. But perhaps what stood out more about him was that he was the only one of us who was straight. He was a bit shy and that naturally made him the most comfortable around me. It wasn't that he was homophobic or anything, but even I understood that Ryan and Bruce could be a bit much at times.

So Jack and I were pretty close. We talked about our classes and our love lives, and were generally always there for each other. So I found it a little weird that he wasn't around tonight, he never stayed in his room when we had a party. And I was sure all of his classes were early morning so there was really no reason for him not to be here on a Friday night, he didn't have any other friends.

I decided to ask around the party but no one seemed to have seen him tonight. I even went to look for him in his room but didn't find him there so I went out to keep asking around. The apartment was very small but there were a lot of people so it was really difficult to locate anyone. I finally found Bruce near his room and talking to a guy from my economics class.

"Hey Bruce, do you know where Jack is?" I asked him, mostly ignoring the other guy. The guy from my class was quick to recognize me and looked at me a little embarrassed; I was sure they had been flirting.

I didn't pay attention to him and just listened to Bruce, "I'm pretty sure he said he'd be in his room tonight, said he had to study."

"I already checked his room, he's not there." I said a bit frustrated, "Plus it's only been one week of classes, what could he possibly have to study for?"

"How should I know? You know I hate studying and Jack's got an almost perfect record, I just figured studying is what he does every weekend." His drunken smile disappeared when he realized the guy he'd been flirting with was walking away. He turned to me and said sarcastically, "Great, you scared that cute ass away. Thanks a lot, Scott."

"Oh come on! I was sure he was straight, but if he was talking to you he must be really curious to try hooking up with a guy. I'm sure you'll have an easy time getting him into your bed." I responded matter of factly.

"Yeah you're probably right," Bruce giggled back at me, "So yeah, I'd look for Jack in his room if I were you, can't think of anything else."

"Fine, I guess I'll check again." I sighed and turned back but was met with a familiar face.

Now, Bruce's room was directly in front of my own. They were the farthest away from the living room and were only preceded by two other doors in the hallway. One was the door next to Bruce's room, it was Ryan's bedroom. The other was the bathroom that Ryan and I shared.

So when I turned back, I was quickly marveled by the effectiveness of my smaller friend. Ryan was walking towards his room and was holding Jason's hand on his own, clearly leading him behind him. After the door to his room closed I heard Bruce speak behind me, "That little minx. I knew he'd jump Jason if I told him about our encounter in the locker room."

I couldn't help my curiosity and just turned back towards Bruce, "So is it true that Jason is gay?"

Bruce chuckled at my question, "I mean you saw the same thing I did, I doubt they were going in there to read a book."

I knew my question was a bit stupid, but I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Jason liked guys. Of course most of the people here were queer but he just didn't look the part, I never would have guessed he was into boys.

"Yeah, but I mean, did you guys really go down on each other?" I was looking intently at Bruce.

He giggled as he answered, "We did. It was really good too. He gave pretty good head for a first timer. Plus, his cock was even bigger than mine."

"Wait, what?" I already knew about Jason being well endowed. And while I had never seen his cock before, I was no stranger to Bruce having a big member too, Ryan and him talked about those things a lot. It was the other part that surprised me, "Jason's a virgin? How did you get him to blow you then?"

"Well, I had noticed before that he stared at some of the other lads a little too much. On Wednesday I caught him looking at me a couple of times so I just went for it. Waited til everyone had left the locker room and just asked if I could suck his cock." Bruce was licking his lips at the memory, "He said yes, so I had my fun with his long cock. He came in my mouth and asked to suck my cock. We made out some, but were afraid of getting caught so we left it there."

"Wow," I could feel the beginning of an erection as I pictured the two hunks playing with each other.

"I doubt he'll be a virgin much longer, Ryan wouldn't let him leave his room without riding him to orgasm at least twice," Bruce said in a serious tone.

I myself couldn't help but laugh a little. I was honestly quite happy that my best friend was enjoying himself. I eventually turned back to Bruce and asked him a little concerned, "I thought you preferred not hooking up with fellow teammates, aren't you worried it will be weird between you?"

He seemed to think about it for just a couple seconds before confidently answering, "I was a bit worried. Fortunately we talked normally the rest of the week, like it never happened. I even talked to him a bit earlier tonight, after he arrived here. He actually asked about you."

Tonight seemed to be full of surprises for me. I had met Jason before through Bruce but had barely even talked to each other alone. I mean, we didn't even greet each other on campus and now he was asking about me, "He asked about me? What do you mean?"

Bruce didn't notice the hint of desperation in my voice and just said, "Like what was your major, what classes were you in, whether you were single. That sort of stuff."

I could barely keep my jaw from falling to the floor as I wondered if the gorgeous football player could actually be interested in me. I was about to ask for more details when we were suddenly interrupted.

"Scott! Bruce! How are you doing guys?" I didn't even have to turn around to see who it was, I just rolled my eyes at the voice.

"Hey Cole," Bruce and I said almost in unison when he was next to us.

He seemed to avoid looking at Bruce and just focused on me, "Great," I thought.

"Great party bros, been having a blast!" He started to inch closer to me, "I've been looking for you Scott, you look great by the way."

I tried to act dismissively so I just answered with little energy, "Thanks."

Cole didn't seem to catch my cold tone and just kept going, "So Scott, I was thinking maybe we could get a chance to hang out tonight. Perhaps even somewhere more private."

I caught him looking back at my room with obvious intentions. As his eyes were distracted I tried looking at Bruce for help but he was just laughing about it all.

Cole was a bit obsessed with me. I think it was after a party last semester where I was a little drunk and we had been hanging out. He tried to kiss me then but I didn't let him under the excuse that I was with someone else. Of course that didn't stop him and he tried to flirt with me every time I saw him. He was a very short guy, barely 5 feet 2. To be fair he was very muscular and he probably worked out a lot, I just wasn't really attracted to him.

Also, he was a bit insufferable. That first night I met him he seemed okay and I might have flirted back some, but it was probably just all the beer I'd been drinking. Now, every time he talked to me I just couldn't stand how full of himself he was. It was almost like he was sure I was attracted to him and wanted to hook up with him. That was really funny because despite his macho and alpha charade, Bruce says he actually fucked him once.

Apparently it was only a couple weeks before I met Cole but they had gone to Cole's after a party and Bruce had fucked his brains out. Bruce says Cole was very submissive and by the way he took his cock, he was sure Cole wouldn't be a very good top. It's not like I'd ever be tempted to sleep with Cole but after that story I knew it was impossible for us to hook up.

I just didn't have the energy to turn him down all night so I just tried to trick him, "That sounds great, could you go get us a drink, I'll wait for you here."

I tried to sound a bit seductive and I could hear Bruce laughing behind us. Luckily it seemed to work and Cole's eyes lit up, "Yeah, I'll go get them and we can enjoy the rest of the night then." I smiled at him as he left, then turned abruptly to Bruce.

"If he asks just tell him you didn't see where I went, I'll go look for Jack in his room and probably hide there for a while. See you." I didn't even hear Bruce's answer because I quickly turned towards the living room and began walking. When I got there I could see everyone seemed to be having a good time, even Martin, the guy that had been flirting with Bruce, was engaged in conversation with a big group of people.

I saw that Cole was already serving the drinks in the kitchen so I knew I had to hurry. Jack's room was the farthest from the rest of the rooms and you had to go through the kitchen to get there so I needed to be stealthy. I crossed through the kitchen, being careful that Cole wouldn't turn around and finally made it into the laundry room. There wasn't really a door separating the kitchen from the laundry room but I felt at ease when I put my back against the wall and knew Cole wouldn't easily see me.

Jason's room was just to the left and I could already see his door. His was probably the smallest room, but I was sure he didn't care. In fact, I think he appreciated the privacy. Even during parties, not many people came to the laundry room, except for horny couples looking for some privacy. That was actually the case right then and I saw a couple of girls making out, one of them sitting on the washing machine as the other had her hand under her skirt.

That was probably another reason there were so many gay guys here at Monty Hall University. Not only were women scarce around campus but many of them were just as queer as my roommates and I. Whether they were lesbians or bisexuals didn't matter, a lot of the girls were dating each other and that left few of them available for the "straight" guys. So I guess they had to adapt eventually.

I tried not to be noticed as I went past them and opened Jack's door. Not even bothering to see inside first I just went in and quickly closed the door behind me, letting myself fall against it as I let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh, hi Scott," I almost jumped up, startled by Jack's voice. He generally had a very calm voice and this time was no exception, but I had been sure he wouldn't be here so I wasn't expecting anyone when I came in.

"Shit!" I nearly screamed.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Jack's apology was very sincere, I knew it had been an accident and the scare was extremely harmless. Plus I was the one going into his room unannounced. Of course he didn't mind, that's how close him and I were. As for the apology, that's also the kind of guy he is, I doubt he could hurt a fly if his life depended on it.

"That's okay, I'm sorry I barged in here like that, you know how much I hate Cole," I sighed.

"Cole is here? Why do you keep inviting him to these things?" Jack asked me with a raised brow.

"We didn't invite him. He must have heard we were having a party and decided to crash and ruin my night."

"Well you know you can stay here as long as you need, I don't mind."

As I looked up from where I was towards Jack sitting on his bed I suddenly realized the lights were off. Also, I could see Jack's face in the moonlight that came in from his window and it was obvious he had been crying.

Using a more serious yet comforting tone I was quick to inquire, "Have you been crying? What's wrong Jack?"

"Sorry I just-," he wiped away a tear, "It's just Bonnie and I broke up," Bonnie was his girlfriend, or ex-girlfriend now I guess.

"Oh fuck, that sucks man," as I said this I chose to stand up and sit next to him on the bed rubbing his back with my hand, "Why did you guys broke up I thought things were going great?"