the back of the tub. Then Ricky sat down and rested his back against Chad’s chest.
“Do you feel better now?” Chad whispered into Ricky’s ear with his deep, smooth voice.
He massaged Ricky’s shoulders, working out all the tension. Ricky nodded. Though he was still reeling from the school suspension, his hands weren’t
shaking anymore and his heart was beating at a normal rate. Being like this with Chad, he
realized, was more than just sex between men, more than two horny, well-hung guys getting it on
together while the other hot roommate was in the living room. This was far more than a huge
erection pressed against the small of his back, more than big strong arms around his shoulders,
and more than hairy, muscular legs rubbing against his smooth soft legs. This went beyond
anything he’d ever seen in porn films or read about in dirty magazines. He readjusted his
position and snuggled up to Chad’s warm body so that his lips would be less than an inch from
Chad’s large bicep. The smell of the spicy, sudsy bath soap combined with Chad’s natural
masculine scent made him almost delirious. He closed his eyes and exhaled with such force it
felt as if he were blowing all his problems into the universe and losing them forever.
The two guys remained in the tub for hours, watching the candles flicker, caressing each
other’s bodies without saying a word. Each time the water started to get cold, Chad would
release the drain stop, add more soap, and turn the hot water on. He explored every inch of
Ricky’s body, and Ricky did the same to him. Ricky even massaged Chad’s large feet and
sucked each one of his toes individuallywhile Chad closed his eyes and moaned so loud Rocco
knocked on the door and asked if they were okay. Ricky was sucking Chad’s big toe at the time
and couldn’t speak. So Chad lifted his head and said, “We’re good, buddy. Go to bed.”
By the time Ricky’s stomach was pressed to Chad’s stomach and their dicks were
rubbing together under the water, Chad slid his middle finger into Ricky’s body and started
probing. He didn’t ram it in and out fast; he explored with gentle turns and circles. Ricky closed
his eyes and arched his back, offering his body to Chad without hesitating. He spread his legs until his knees were against the porcelain, he held onto Chad’s shoulders so he could keep his
head above the water.
“Is this okay?” Chad asked. His middle finger was in Ricky’s body as far as it would go
and he was moving it back and forth.
Ricky nodded and smiled. Chad always asked, which was nice. “I like it,” he said,
amazed at how one simple finger was like offering the world to him.
“That’s good,” Chad said, twirling his finger now.
Ricky moaned as Chad’s finger hit a sensitive spot. “Why?”
“I want to open you up a little before I fuck you again,” Chad said.
Ricky wished he could spread his legs wider but the damn tub was narrow. So he lifted
one leg over the side of the tub and let it dangle. “Do whatever you want, Chad.”
When they finally emerged from the tub, they dried each other slowly. Ricky got down
on his knees and rubbed every inch of Chad’s erection, taking extra time to rub his balls dry with
soft gentle strokes. After that, they went into the bedroom and Chad put on a condom. Ricky
would have sucked him off for a while, but Chad seemed so eager to mount him he didn’t want
to ruin the moment. So he went down on his back in the middle of Rocco’s bed, lifted his legs,
and spread them wishbone-style. When Chad entered him this time, he wrapped his legs around
Chad’s waist and caressed the back of Chad’s head. While Chad bucked his hips, Ricky closed
his eyes and made soft, breathy noises. The faster Chad bucked, the more Ricky moaned. He
tried to move his hips to reciprocate. But he ultimately wound up just lying there doing nothing,
and Chad pounded away without taking a break.
Toward the end, Ricky’s arms dangled at his sides and his head bounced on the pillow.
Chad had transformed from a gentle, concerned lover in the bathroom into a violent, passionate lover in the bedroom. He wanted Ricky’s ass and he took it. He wanted to bang and slam and he
did. His face turned so red and he bit his bottom lip so hard Ricky was worried he’d draw blood.
But Chad knew what he was doing. He managed to bring Ricky close to climax and Ricky
wasn’t even touching his own dick. When Chad finally grunted and said he was going to come,
Ricky grabbed his own dick with one hand and Chad’s neck with the other and said, “I’m ready,
Chad. Don’t stop.”
“It’s not too rough?” Chad asked, with a breathy whisper.
“I’m good.”
“I might get a little rougher,” Chad said. “I’m warning you ahead of time.”
“I’m good,” Ricky repeated. He wanted to shout and yell. He wanted to beg Chad to bang
him harder. But he didn’t want Rocco to hear them and he didn’t want Chad to think he was
some kind of sex maniac. After all, he was new to all this.
A minute later, Chad grunted louder and said he was coming. He slammed into Ricky’s
ass so hard Ricky’s head went sideways against the headboard. Chad plugged him again three
times, with such intense bangs the bed rocked and an alarm clocked fell from the nightstand.
Though Ricky’s body was crunched and contorted and his knees were practically in his ears,
Ricky jerked his dick and shot a load that landed all over his face.
Chad opened his eyes and looked down. “Are you okay?” He was still grinding his hips,
still drilling Ricky’s ass.
Ricky nodded and said, “I’m good.” He smiled at Chad and lifted his hand. Then he
wiped up a few drops of come with his index finger and licked his finger clean.
Chad pushed harder and said, “That was hot, man. Hotter than when you licked my
forehead the other day. Do it again. Lick your fingers.” Ricky smiled, wiped his cheek with his finger, and licked it clean. He’d had been hoping
Chad would enjoy watching him do this. Leyland had once told him most gay guys enjoy
watching other guys lick come off their fingers. “Kiss me,” Ricky said. But he wasn’t so sure
Chad would kiss him until he cleaned his face. The last time Ricky had licked Chad’s face,
Ricky’s face had been clean and dry.
Chad hesitated for a moment. He stared at the come all over Ricky’s face and lips. Then
he leaned forward, slipped his tongue into Ricky’s mouth, and kissed him so hard Ricky almost
lost his breath.
But in the morning, Chad wasn’t as eager to taste his own come. After he gave Ricky an
early morning facial at Ricky’s request, he came all over Ricky’s face. But when Ricky wanted
to kiss this time, Chad refused. He told Ricky he couldn’t stand the thought of tasting his own
come. For some reason he couldn’t explain, Chad thought it was sexy when Ricky swallowed his
own come and Chad didn’t mind the taste of Ricky’s come (he said it was sweet) but Chad
couldn’t stand the thought of his own. He said it “creeped” him out.
Ricky just shrugged his shoulders and smiled. This sex thing, Ricky was learning, was all
very subjective. “It’s okay,” he said. “This just means there’s more of you for me to enjoy.
Because I like the way yours tastes.” Then he licked his lips clean and swallowed as Chad
kneeled over his body staring at him with a confused expression, rubbing the head of his penis
across Ricky’s lower lip.
Chapter Fourteen
The next morning, a cloudy Thursday, Chad pulled Ricky’s mother’s angel out of a
carton and placed it in the middle of Rocco’s dining table. “Here you go,” he said, pouring a cup
of coffee for Ricky. “I was going to ship it to you overnight. I went back to my apartment,
climbed up the fire escape, and slipped in through an unlocked window so Carson wouldn’t see
me. I grabbed it fast because I knew how much you needed it.”
“Why wouldn’t you just deliver it to me?” Ricky asked. They were both walking around
in their underwear. Ricky had put on the olive boxer briefs Chad had been wearing the day
before because it made him feel sexy knowing Chad had worn them for an entire day.
Chad shrugged and sat down at the table. “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to see me
again. I feel like I ruined your whole life.”
Ricky sat across from him and caressed the putto with both palms. At least with the putto
back, he was seeing signs of hope. Now he just had to figure out a way to pay to have his father’s
car fixed. “You didn’t ruin my life,” he said, reaching for Chad’s hand. “If anything, you’ve
made my life better than I ever thought it could be.”
As Ricky leaned across the table to kiss Chad, Rocco sat up on the sofa and groaned.
“Don’t you two ever fucking knock it off?” he said rubbing his eyes. “I heard you fucking all
night, this morning, and now you’re at it again.” He stood up and scratched his balls. He was
only wearing rumpled white boxer shorts and the tip of his semi-erect dick was sticking out of
the opening of the left leg. Ricky tried not to notice Rocco’s dick, but it was almost as big as Chad’s dick and he
couldn’t help staring at it. He’d never seen this much dick up close. It made him feel warm and
comfortable.
But Chad pointed to Rocco’s boxer shorts and said, “Cover it up, man. I don’t want you
walking around like that in front of Ricky unless I give you permission. He’s not used to that sort
of thing.”
Ricky smiled and stared down at the table. Chad seemed to have a thing about giving
people permission when it came to sex. Ricky didn’t mind seeing Rocco’s dick. Actually, he was
enjoying everything so much he couldn’t stop smiling. A week before this he never would have
imagined he’d be walking around in his boyfriend’s worn underwear while his boyfriend’s sexy
roommate walked around exposing his dick. But he didn’t want Chad to get jealous or mad, so
he lifted his coffee and looked out the window as if he hadn’t seen a thing.
Rocco laughed and pulled down the front of his boxers. He grabbed his dick and waved it
back and forth. “Are you talking about this fucking bad boy?” he asked, biting his bottom lip. He
walked closer to Ricky and shook his dick faster. “Does this bother you Ricky? Because from the
sounds I heard coming from the fucking bedroom last night, I have this feeling you like dick a
lot.”
Ricky didn’t look at Rocco. He remained quiet, inhaling the aroma coming from between
Rocco’s legs.
Chad clenched his fists and slammed them on the table. The coffee cups rattled and the
crystal putto shook back and forth. Ricky reached for the putto to balance it. He’d just gotten it
back; he didn’t want it to break. Chad shook his fist in Rocco’s face and said, “Knock it off, man.
I don’t want you doing shit like that to Ricky and I don’t want you treating him like he’s just another piece of trash. He’s different. He’s not like you and me. And unless I give you
permission, you keep your dick in your pants at all times.”
Ricky was almost ready to tell Chad to calm down. But he merely looked down at his lap.
Ricky didn’t think he was all that special. But if Chad thought he was, he wasn’t going to
complain about it.
Rocco pulled up his pants and stepped back. He looked down at Ricky and said, “I’m
sorry, Ricky. I didn’t mean anything by that. I was just joking.”
Ricky reached for Chad’s hand. Chad’s face was still red and he was breathing heavier.
“Thank you. No one has ever done anything that nice for me before.” Then he looked at Rocco
and said, “I know you were joking, Rocco. It’s okay.” Poor Rocco; he had a dejected look, as if
he’d just been punished by his mother.
Chad sulked. “He shouldn’t joke around that way with another guy’s boyfriend.”
Ricky smiled. He hadn’t been sure they were boyfriends, at least not officially. He rubbed
Chad’s hand and said, “He was only joking. Don’t be mad at him. Leyland is always joking
around like that.”
“Yeah, man,” Rocco said. “Are we cool?”
“Yeah, we’re cool,” Chad said. “But don’t do it again unless I say you can. Ricky’s not
like that. He’s different.”
Well. Ricky was like that, but what Chad didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Evidently he
was the jealous, possessive type. So Ricky kissed him on the cheek and poured a cup of coffee
for Rocco, trying hard not to look at the outline of Rocco’s dick through his white boxer briefs.
Though Ricky never would have done anything with Rocco, he certainly couldn’t be blamed for
looking and admiring.
Chapter Fifteen
“Remember what I asked you about the other night?” Chad said.
They were lounging together in their underwear on Rocco’s black leather sofa. Chad’s
