Part 1

Brent sighed as the hot spray warmed his body. He closed his eyes and dipped his head under the stream and relaxed his shoulders, releasing the tension that accumulated over the long day. It had been over three months since he arrived on campus and despite all of the distractions, he still managed to stay focused. The past dozen hours or so was spent trying to cram as much information semi-permanently into his brain and he was glad to put it behind him and finally relax, at least for now.

His life had become routine, which was exactly what he wanted. He began almost every day waking up in his tiny dorm room at the crack of dawn, followed by a quick breakfast, which usually consisted of oatmeal that ate as he got dressed. He began his long trek across campus to his first class before most people hit the snooze button for the first time in the morning. His early class was followed by another, and so on until he eventually found himself at the furthest library from his dorm room. His day ended once he ran out of steam, which was usually just before midnight.

This process repeated day after day, with only the weekends as a reprieve. Even then, he spent most of his time in the library or other designated quiet locations around campus so he could further revise papers, research, or study; whatever it took to keep his eye on the prize.

Rinse and repeat. This was college life for Brent and he was okay with it.

Despite his seemingly unbreakable concentration, a brief glance outside of his dorm room window revealed a sorority house packed full of nubile coeds ready to party. Campus was a smorgasbord of potential mates, easily putting the most beautiful of his high school classmates to shame. Naturally he had desires, but he committed himself to avoid the natural pitfalls that almost completely sidetracked his senior year of high school back home.

Brent plucked the shower sponge from his caddy, squirted a glob of blue liquid onto it and began to make a lather over his neck and shoulders as he welcomed the memories into his mind's eye. He shut his lids and enjoyed the sensation of the soapy sponge as his hands lowered down his body in increments. Showering at this time of night offered him the perfect opportunity to release some of the residual tension in perfect privacy.

His mind swam with the images of the girls that crossed his path that day. Maria in his Sociology class liked to wear skin tight leggings and make extended eye contact with him when they talked. She seemed to love showing off her perfect ass and keeping him within view whenever she wore something particularly cute on a given day, which was almost every day. Meanwhile, Tabitha in his Ethics class made a valiant effort to hide her large breasts under an assortment of loose hoodies and pullovers, all of which Brent's imagination could see right though. Down the hall from from dorm room housed several would-be swimsuit models and fantasy fuel. There was Lindsey, Rachel, Katie, and Lucy, to name a few. By the end of the day Brent's spank bank was always topped off with new and interesting finds.

He mentally compiled a montage of tight asses, full breasts, fuck-me eyes, and wet lips, all wanting his attention, all needing his touch. Bent over. Legs spread. On all fours. Talking filthy. Begging. Needing.

He looked down at the engorged erection in his hand and sped up his stroke and adjusted his grip. Considering the time of night, he wanted to cum quickly. Success! He groaned as he felt the dam break. He began shooting his seed onto the white tiled walls of the small shower cubicle. He expressed every lingering pulse verbally as the sensation plateaued and eventually subsided. He smiled with satisfaction once he was finished and looked down to see his erection still engorged, admiring it's size.

He thought about his best friend James at home deriding him for being such a "monk" and not "living up to his potential" by sharing with world the blessing he had between his legs. He laughed internally and debated masturbating again, but decided instead to revise a paper for his creative writing class before hitting the sack. He could be in there for hours edging himself to an explosive orgasm if he allowed himself.

Once should suffice tonight, he begrudgingly thought to himself as he turned off the shower with a twist of a knob and reached out to grab his towel off the hook outside the stall. He draped the towel over his head and pushed the curtain open stepping out into the bathroom proper, leaving a trail of water under his slippered feet. He stretched his body, feeling any tension he accumulated over the long day was completely gone.

The air was dense with steam and he enjoyed the cool feeling on his bare skin after such a long, hot shower. He kept his eyes closed as he brought the towel to his face and started drying himself from the top down. From his hair to his broad shoulders then his chest and lower, he could feel his semi-erect penis swinging in the air as he ran the towel over his nude body. By the time he brought it down to his waist and opened his eyes, he realized he wasn't alone.

Nick sat at the long wooden bench that ran opposite the length of the shower stalls. At his side was how own shower caddy stuffed with supplies. He seemed to have paused while taking off his headphones, apparently mesmerized by Brent'a surprise appearance right in front of him completely naked and at least somewhat horny.

Brent rarely spent enough time at his dorm during the day to get to know the people he shared his floor with, but he instantly recognized Nick as the guy that lived in the room across the hall. Brent followed Nick's eyes down to his penis and quickly wrapped his towel around his waist, trying his best to hide his lingering arousal. Nick looked up at him with an expression of astonishment, embarrassment, then cracked a friendly smile. Brent quickly tried to suppress the feeling of awkwardness.

Had he groaned audibly as he came? How long was Nick there?

At this point in his life, Brent had grown accustomed to others seeing him naked and aroused. His last year in high school was often spent masturbating with his best friend James. During that year of sexual exploration, they had even established a private jackoff sanctuary in James' family basement for their shared pursuit of exploring self satisfaction together. His college life stood in stark contrast to his life just a year prior, and it seemed he had regained a bit of his modestly in the time since then.

"All yours." Brent said as casually as he could. He gathered his shower caddy and held the towel tight against his waist. He left the bathroom without another word, leaving Nick alone to quietly process what he had just seen.

--

"Find the place okay?" Sam asked as James stepped out of the cold and into the warm apartment. Instantly, James could smell the faint odor of marijuana. He was a relative newcomer to vices, but enjoyed indulging from time to time. Unfortunately, his slide toward scholastic mediocracy during his senior year of high school put him back on the radar of his parents, and getting caught doing anything so untoward as smoking weed in their house would surely result in severe disciplinary action.

So he behaved. He took classes at the local community college and maintained respectable grades, mowed lawns for his uncle's landscaping business which got him major points with his parents. He generally played by the rules as far as they were concerned. Still, he had temptations and desires. What he did while they weren't looking wouldn't hurt them.

Considering James came to Sam's to work on a sociology presentation, he doubted any weed smoking would take place tonight. It would probably be all business. He stepped past the foyer as Sam closed the door.

Sam's apartment was adorned with choice picks from the timeless bachelor-chic line of home decor. A well worn black leather couch sat across a multi use entertainment center complete with an almost too-large flat screen television, perilously mounted to the wall between framed movie posters. Shelves and cubby holes were stuffed with an assortment of audio/visual equipment and gaming consoles. Tall bookshelves filled the wall in the far corner of the living room and packed with dvd cases, knickknacks, and random clutter.

"Not too bad, I just didn't realize you lived all the way in the back. This complex is pretty big." James said as he shook off his backpack and coat. He registered the space. Living room connected to a dining room, small kitchen, hallway in the back, probably where the bedrooms and bathrooms were. Good to know.

The warmth of the apartment was a welcome break from the crisp fall air outside. Though James usually enjoyed the rapidly cooling temperatures this time of year, the long bike ride to reach this particular apartment left a chill in his bones. He dropped his belongings in the seat of a dining room chair and began unpacking his bag.

"Cold out there." Sam said, emptying his own backpack next to James'. "Want anything to drink? Coffee or something?"

"Have any beer?" James asked, expecting an answer in the negative.

"Sure." Sam pulled two beers from the fridge and handed one to James. They both popped the caps, clinked bottles, and took swigs. James enjoyed the slight numb that followed.

"So, where'd you come from? You walk or something?" Sam asked as he sat down at the table.

"South hall library. Rode my bike here." James replied.

"No car?"

"Still saving up."

"That sucks."

The microwave beeped. Sam returned with two hot pockets on a couple of paper plates and brought it to their makeshift work space at the dining room table. They washed down the pretzel crusted, cheese filled food substitute with more cheap beer as they continued working on their sociology project together.

It was tedious work assembling data and organizing the structure of the project into something coherent, but it was coming together. The only loose ends were the contributions from the other group members so Sam said he would make some calls to ensure they would be ready. He excused himself as he pulled out his phone and disappeared down the hallway.

James stood to stretch his legs and wandered around the room. The framed poster of a decades old Tarantino crime-romance film triggered a childhood memory of James and Brent watching this movie when they were kids. The story made no sense to their young minds, but they loved how cool everything seemed.

His eyes drifted to one of the bookshelves. A stack of textbooks were flanked by numerous console game and movie cases. James took a deep swig from the cold bottle and made a mental list of all the ones he was familiar with.

"I stream most things nowadays." Sam said as he joined James at the bookshelf.

"I had really shitty internet back home. It would go out all the time, so I couldn't really watch anything all the way through reliably, so I just started buying hard copes of all my favorite stuff instead." He continued.

"I hear you. I like hard copies too." James replied.

"So, I spoke with everyone. They're good to go." Sam said.

"Cool, so..." James started, then paused as he noticed a block of movies unlike the rest. His eyes went wide. The entire third shelf and the three below it were filled with porno movies and an assortment of adult magazines. His eyes shot to the other bookshelf and found a similar arrangement.

"Damn, dude. You have a lot of porn." James chuckled.

"Not as big as some collections I've seen." Sam laughed then continued, "My brother gave most of this stuff to me when he joined the service. I've added a few since then."

"Impressive. I have a couple cardboard boxes stashed in my basement with all my stuff. Hidden away like a dirty little secret. I wish I could have all of it out in the open like this." James said plucking a magazine from the bottom row.

It was the issue of Lollypop with an Asian porn star on the cover, kneeling in front of an occupied glory hole. James smiled. He remembered that day vividly.

"Big deal, right? Everyone watches porn." James said flipping the pages, stopping on 17.

"A man of culture as well, I see. You know that was shot here?" Sam said, nodding toward two page foldout image of a very large erection coming out of a hole in a wall. The busty Asian beauty in front of it pressed one hand down to the base and firmly squeezed with one hand. Her other hand wrapped around the thick shaft just under the head, over eight inches away. The tip rested on her tongue, spilling cum down her chin and onto her breasts.

"Really?" James pretended he didn't know. He wondered how convincing he was.

"Yeah. You know that porn shop on State road?" Sam asked.

In this town, everyone knew exactly where the handful of porn shops were located. Wonderland was the most remote and least conspicuous of the bunch. James was a frequent customer.

"Wonderland?" James offered almost instantly.

"Yeah." Sam cocked his head, surprised James knew it by name.

"No shit." James feigned shock. He suspected he wasn't selling it enough, but didn't really care enough to make the attempt.

He had a copy of this very same issue at home. He remembered that day clearly; seeing the beautiful woman in the skimpy outfit standing the video section, following her inside the arcade section, finding the open booth, sliding his penis though the glory hole and being serviced by a mouth on the other side.

He remembered the seeing a bright light and hearing muffled voices through the hole on several occasions. He knew he was being recorded or at least photographed and was happy to give them a show. He didn't realize at the time that he would be immortalized in a national porno magazine.

So, you still live at home, huh? Still gotta keep all the kinks hidden away?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it sucks."

"You working?"

"I help my uncle out with his landscaping business, but the hours blow."

"No student loans, scholarships, or anything to help out?"

"Nah, I kinda bombed my Senior year of high school. Hence Junior College. Parents won't co-sign any loans either. Hence no car or apartment. I'll probably have enough saved up by the time I transfer out of here." James explained, sliding the magazine back into it's place. He noticed one of the drawers at the bottom of the of the bookshelf wasn't fully closed. Looking closer, he saw variety of lubricant bottles filling the space.

"Dude, you have a lube drawer?" James chuckled and looked at Sam.

"Yeah, I guess I've accumulated a collection over the years." Sam tried to respond as naturally as possible. He matched James's smile and was glad he hadn't freaked out. James actually seemed to be pretty open minded about it, Sam thought. He wondered exactly how open minded he was.

"Can I see?"James asked.

"Sure." Sam crouched down and pulled the drawer open. James turned the bottles to see the labels.

"That's funny, dude. I have some of the same ones, myself."

"No shit?"

"Yeah... Stroke, Swiss Navy, Wet, classic KY, Astroglide... I've never seen this one though." James picked up one with foreign writing.

"My brother got that one from Korea, I think."

"Any good?" James asked while looking over the text of the bottle, understanding none of it.

"Yeah bro, It's pretty good... stays wet, doesn't get all sticky like some of the others. Washes away with water. Easy clean up." Sam was surprised that James seemed completely unfazed at browsing his porn collection or casually talking about which lube they used to jack off with. Very surprised, indeed.

James' eyes grazed the titles of videos on the shelf above the lube drawer. Several were still wrapped. Sam noticed where he was looking.

"I just got those in from this website I go to. Haven't had a chance to watch them yet." Sam explained.

James slid out the seventh sequel of Cumshot Queens from between copies of Long Johns Big Dong and Nine Nights of the Nympho Knights. The titles always got James. He couldn't help but to laugh.

"I might have to open a membership here, dude. You definitely have some stuff I don't have." James said.

Sam seemed to physically relax at that point. He took a swig from his beer and gave James a moment to peruse more of his collection.

"Wanna watch one?" He finally asked.

Sam knew this was the make it or break it moment. Aside from class, he and James hadn't talked about much really. This being their first time hanging out he was hesitant about sharing his carnal interests, but in his experience it was better to "keep things real" rather than to hide behind a facade. James seemed to be at ease with the porn, the lube, and Sam got the vibe that he would be game for more. So, why not put it all out there and see where the line was? Sam always had room for new friends.

"Sure. Got any favorites?" James responded without missing a beat.

Watching porn with company was a concept familiar to James. Almost his entire senior year of high school was filled with post class jack off sessions with his best friend Brent. After college separated them, James made due going solo whenever he could get a moment alone. He actually missed having company when he masturbated and often thought about finding another like minded person. Until now, he didn't have a clue where to start.

"I'll find something." Sam smiled.

Part 2

A knock at the door pulled Brent's attention away from the sorority house outside of his window. He tied the belt of his bathrobe into a lose knot, securing it shut. He tried to will his erection away, failing miserably as he looked out of the peephole to see Lucy standing outside. He opened the door.

"Hey Lucy, what's up?" He asked. He was surprised to have a visitor, let alone the cute girl with the pixie haircut from down the hall. She stood in front of him wearing a white button down oxford, two sizes two big. He wondered if she wore anything underneath.

"Can I come in?" She asked timidly, barely looking at him.

"Uh, I just got out of the shower." He stammered, wondering what her reason was for the unexpected visit. He looked at the clock. It was after midnight.

"It'll be quick." She explained.

After a moment's pause, he opened the door to allow her inside. He closed it behind her and turned to find her sitting on his bed looking a bit sheepish.

Until this moment, she had never been in his room. In fact, the only time they spoke at length was during orientation during their first week on campus, but only in passing since then. She looked around at his posters, DVDs, games, books, shoes, walls, ceiling; anything to avoid looking directly at him, it seemed. He caught his reflection in the closet mirror and suddenly felt very exposed. He tried to suppress the thought.

"So, what's up, Lucy?"

"Well... I..." She began, but hesitated.

"What is it?" He asked somewhat concerned. He sat on the other side of the bed, leaving ample space between them. It was late and he was at a loss as to what brought her there. A litany of possible scenarios quickly filtered through his brain, none standing out.

"I know your secret." She finally said, meeting his eyes.

"What secret?" He asked.

"You... doing porn?" A small smile briefly flashed on her face. She kept her eyes on him now. He felt like he was being analyzed.

"I... don't know what you're talking about." Brent shook his head. His mind swam with memories of his high school year. Exactly, how many of those included video?

"It's okay, I just wanted you to know." She said.

"Seriously Lucy, I have no idea what you're talking about." He insisted, as he tallied all the times a camera made an appearance during any of his sexual escapades. There were too many to count.

She tilted her head and squinted her eyes at him. He caught a hint of playfulness behind the her serious expression. She was cute. She knew she was cute. He knew she knew she was cute. He tried to play innocent.

"Sorry Lucy, you've got the wrong guy." Deny, deny, deny.

She turned on the bed, reached over to his desk and pivoted his laptop screen toward them. She woke the screen with a wiggle of her finger on the trackpad and began typing into the open browser window. She clicked a button, expanded the screen, and a video began to play.

"So fucking good, dude. Her tongue..." Brent stood over a buxom brunette while a pretty blonde fed his engorged erection into her mouth. Brent looked up at the camera and smiled. It was him. There was no denying it.

"Oh, shit." He gasped. At that moment, nothing existed but him, that video, Lucy, and his uncontrollable growing erection.

"It's okay. I'm not judging or anything." Lucy said, scooting closer to him.

Brent buried his face in his hands. He knew exactly where this was from.

Before leaving for college, Brent and his best friend James planned a camping trip. This trip for two turned into a trip for four once James's sister Claire came into town with her college roommate Allison. Suddenly, a camping trip in the woods became a week of debauchery in a cabin. He remembered the little digital video camera Claire always carried around. This video was from day 2.

"Oh my God." He groaned. He pulled his hands away from his face and realized Lucy had closed the gap. She was right next to him now. The video continued to play.

"Fuck, man. She's gonna take it all, watch." Brent said smiling into the camera. The blonde kept a firm grip on the thick base of his shaft, the other hand holding brunette's ponytail tight against the back of her head. The blonde seemed to be urging the brunette to go lower, take more of his surprisingly large penis into her throat until her lips were pressed against his pubic bone. He was groaning with pleasure.

"Wow, Brent. Just, wow. How'd you get into porn anyway? I mean, who hasn't taken pictures or made some videos at some point? But this, wow... I mean, fucking WOW, Brent. You're a pornstar?" She rambled, looking from Brent on the screen and back to Brent in front of her.

"It's not actual porn... it's homemade. It's not professional or anything." He admitted as if being amateur made it less incriminating.

"But, your dick. It's huge. That girl. She's definitely a porn star. Her boobs are huge and this girl..." Lucy gestured toward the screen, losing her train of thought as the blonde joined the brunette between Brent's legs. The blonde leaned in and ran her tongue over Brent's balls and slid her hands up his body as the brunette expertly sucked and stroked Brent's impressive manhood.

"These girls are definitely porn stars." She insisted.

"Just... friends. Not porn stars, as far as I know. I've known the blonde almost my whole life."

"So... Brent, you're telling me you're just some quiet good-looking guy with a huge dick that regularly fucks girls that look like porn stars?" She laughed.

"Senior year of high school was pretty crazy." He chuckled and relaxed a bit.

Brent reached down and placed his hands on the heads of the two girls as they explored his groin with their mouths and guided them toward his more sensitive spots. He looked up at the camera and groaned in pleasure.

"On the bright side, it's not as embarrassing as it could be. I mean, you have a really big dick. Like, really big." Lucy said, letting her smile slip though. "How big is that thing anyway?"

"Almost nine and a half inches."

"Damn. I've never seen one that big. Like, literally."

"You don't watch porn?"

"Duh? Hello? I mean in real life." Lucy gestured to the video.

"Lucy, where did you find this? I..." He could feel the warmth of her body next to him then. He felt the blood rushing to his groin and the fabric of his robe begin to strain as the scene on his laptop played out. Her presence next to him warmed his skin.

"I'm not gonna tell anyone, Brent." She put a hand on his thigh, avoiding the question completely. He looked at her, meeting her eyes. The seriousness was gone. She was practically grinning. The audio from the video continued, filling the silence with wet slurping noises and Brent's groans.

"Lucy..." He began.

"Okay, look. Here's the thing..." She paused.

He watched her as she gathered her thoughts. She bit her lip then continued.

"Back home my boyfriend's pretty big. Not as big as you, but big enough. Pete and I had a pretty good sex life. I mean, we fucked a lot. Daily, sometimes more... usually more when he could keep up with me. Anyway, since I've been here, I've been getting... I dunno, sexually frustrated, I guess? Kinda hard to concentrate sometimes, can't sleep, stuff like that. You follow me?"

Brent shook his head.

"I have a roommate, so it's kinda hard to 'release the stress.' Understand?"

Brent raised an eyebrow.

"Okaaaay... I'll cut to the chase. I've been trying to find a way to satisfy my sexual appetite and it hasn't been going well."

"Okay..."

"That's where you come in."

"Oh. You wanna hook up?"

She laughed.

"Really, Brent? You're not that innocent." She said, gesturing to the laptop screen. Brent was slapping his penis on the waiting tongue of both girls as they kneeled in front of him. Lucy wondered who was holding the camera.

"It won't be anything serious. Like I said, I have a boyfriend back home so it'll be purely sexual." Lucy continued.

"You wanna be 'fuck buddies?'" He asked.

"Well, I might not have put it so eloquently, but yeah. Basically." Her hand slid up his leg and parted his robe.

"There it is." She purred.

--

James took a swig of his beer as he watched a room full of men take their turns with an enthusiastic redhead on the large television hanging on Sam's living room wall. The multiple speakers carefully positioned around the room created an immersion that made it easy to imagine he was there with them. He could not help but to become aroused, which he supposed was the point of watching porn in the first place.

"She's pretty fucking hot, dude." James said as he shifted in his seat attempting to make room for his growing erection. He caught Sam sneaking glances in his direction from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah man, great ass." Sam fidgeted in his seat as well. He had not expected the night to make such a turn. The idea was to work on the project with James and once he left, smoke a joint and play some video games, maybe watch some porn by himself. Call it a night.

He never even considered James would stick around after working on their project, let alone be open minded or interested enough enjoy some prime picks from her personal collection. Yet, here they were, drinking beer and watching porn together. Who would have thought?

As the redhead straddled one man on the ground, another mounted her from behind. Her squeals of delight were quickly silenced as a third man slid his erection into her mouth. A fourth and fifth man guided her hands to their waiting cocks and found satisfaction with her expert handjob technique.

James was so aroused at watching this seasoned porn star pleasure multiple men without breaking her stride, that he was tempted to throw logic and composure right out of the window. He could feel his throbbing erection strain the fabric of his jeans and fought the urge to reach between his legs to relieve some of the pressure with a firm squeeze. The slight buzz from the beers didn't help to keep his inhibitions intact, but he managed to maintain a semblance of decency.

"I love a good gangbang." Sam mused.

"Yeah, man. She sure knows how to take that dick. I bet she could fuck all those guys at the same time if she really tried."

"For sure, bro. You ever been in one?" Sam asked.

"What, a gangbang?"

"Yeah."

"I dunno, I guess." James said.

"Either you have or you haven't."

"Well, how many people do you need for it to be considered a gangbang?"

"I'd say 4 or more. Anything less would either be a threesome or standard vanilla sex."

"In that case, yeah. I've been in a gangbang a few times."

"Nice, bro. Who with?"

"My best friend and a couple of family friends." James carefully phrased. Technically, his sister was family that he was friends with and her college roommate was her friend. So, from the right perspective, 'family friends' wasn't too far from the truth.

"Same group every time?"

"Yeah, we kinda... experimented a lot last year."

"Nice. It's good to know there are other players in town. I only know a handful of people down to get into some group action."

"So, you've done it?"

"Yeah, bro. A bunch of times actually. Me and the guy I share this place with brought a couple of girls we met at the club last weekend back here and fucked their brains out." Sam said enthusiastically.

"No shit?"

"Off the top of my head, I'd say I've been in at least... maybe a dozen full on gangbangs, that's not counting threesomes and other stuff."

"Wow!."

"Totally. The problem I've found is most people chicken out or get so nervous that the can't really enjoy themselves. It's like, five minutes in and they're rushing to finish."

"Amateurs. Hey, if you're ever looking for someone to join in, I'm down." James offered.

"No shit?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. I mean, I'll try anything at least once." James said.

"Hey, I'll try most things once, twice, or several times if I like it." Sam laughed.

"You only live once, right?"

"Exactly... speaking of which, you smoke weed?"

"Yeah, man."

Sam retrieved a pre-rolled joint from a small wooden box tucked into a side table and lit it. He took a couple of puffs and passed it to James. They performed the puff-puff-pass ritual as the porno continued to play in the background until the joint was all but finished.

James could feel his legs tingle and his body relax as they quietly watched the redhead get down on her knees to suck off the men one by one. The hunger in her eyes reminded him of the look his sister gave him many times in the last year. He imagined himself as one of the men in the circle and the redhead as his blonde sister servicing all of them. He pictured his own engorged penis slipping into her wet mouth, tugging on her hair, feeling the back of her throat open up as he pushed himself down her tight throat.

As if on queue, each men began cumming, one after the other, all over the face and chest of the redhead until she was completely glazed with their mixed seed. The camera focused on her as she tried catching her breath while the last man finished on her tongue. She smiled and gave a wink before the screen went dark and another began to play.

James quickly realized that he was not only buzzed, but also stoned. However, it was his horniness that had him the most intoxicated. While his body was relaxed, his libido raced. He was hard as a rock and literally throbbing. He suspected the same was going on with Sam as well. How could he not be completely mind-numbingly horny considering the action taking place on the screen and the sounds of sex pumping from the speakers? Impossible.

He wondered how events resulted in this moment. His mind wandered back to high school, hitting puberty with his best friend, discovering and sharing their love of porn and masturbation, the time he spent at the adult bookstore gloryhole and theater, the summer of incestuous sexual exploration with his sister, her college roommate, and his best friend. He thought about exactly what it was to experience new things, to experiment sexually, to push the limits of what he was comfortable with, to find new boundaries. He understood that all of these experiences together prepared him to embrace moments like this, watching porn together with someone new. Ready and willing to see where things go, wherever they may go.

"Bro, this one always gets me. She's so fucking hot. Look at her eyes, she's fucking loving this." Sam dreamily commented on the current video showcasing the blowjob skills of a pretty petite brunette.

"Yeah man, she's fucking thirsty for that dick." James added.

"Bro, by now I'd be jacking it usually. Kinda hard to watch this without doing anything about it." Sam said, openly groping his groin through the thin fabric of his basketball shorts.

"Your place, man. House rules. Do what you gotta do." James said almost casually.

Sam was quiet for a moment.

"Yeah right, you'd probably freak out." He finally said, testing if the waters were as warm as he thought.

"Nah man. I'm with you. This is so fucking hot. I see why you picked it out. She is so sexy." James turned to Sam and saw that Sam was looking down at the obvious bulge between James' legs.

Both were obviously very horny and based on their conversation, seemingly comfortable with the idea of jacking off outside of complete privacy. Someone needed to make the first move, so James nodded his head at the lube drawer.

"Lemme see that one bottle?"

Part 3.

Sam crossed James' eye line while he pulled off his shirt and shuffled out of his shorts, dropping them into a pile at the base of the bookcase. He reached into the drawer and tossed the bottle to James. He returned to the couch, pulled his underwear down to his ankles and proudly showed off his very hard cock. It was impressive, to say the least.

James estimated it was over seven inches long and thickest around the base. The head was bulbous and already leaking precum. Like James, Sam shaved his pubic hair, leaving a completely bald landscape to exhibit his manhood.

James accepting the unspoken invitation. He stood, took off his shirt, unhooked his belt, and pulled his jeans down to his ankles before kicking them off a few feet away. He wore no underwear. The thick appendage between his legs stood upright at an angle. Sam fought back an audible gasp when James fell back into the couch with nothing on but his socks.

James proudly wagged his erection, his fingers squeezing the thick base which widened at the mid-point, tapering down to the head. Not a single hair was evident. There was nothing to distract from it's majesty.

Comparing the two, James at his thinnest point was thicker than Sam at his thickest. James was bigger in every way.

"Damn bro, you packing some heat there." Sam said, sliding his fingers down the length of his own engorged penis. James flexed, engorging his cock to capacity. They welcomed each other to check each other out.

"Thanks, man." James popped the top of the bottle of lube and turned it over his throbbing erection. The viscous fluid drooled over the obscene appendage.

He passed the bottle to Sam who followed suit, keeping his eyes on James, who saturated every inch of his veiny manhood with the clear fluid. Noticing Sam watching him, he spread his legs and worked some into his balls.

"You shave too." James said, interrupting the soundtrack of moans from the speakers and breaking Sam's focus.

"Yeah bro. Can't stand hair. Been shaving since I got my first pube." Sam replied, a little too enthusiastically.

"I hear you, same here. I like it smooth." James worked his hands up and down his thick shaft from balls to head, as if to show Sam what he meant. Sam understood completely.

The girl turned her back to the camera and mounted the man again. She pulled her feet up until she was squatting over him, feet at his sides. She braced her hands on his shoulders and began to ride with purpose.

"Bro, for real, how big are you?" Sam asked.

"A little over eight inches." James replied.

"Damn, I thought I was big."

"You're a lot bigger than average."

"Seven and a quarter inches. Nothing compared to you though, bro. I bet you're the man during your gangbangs."

"Believe it or not, my buddy is bigger than me, at least an inch longer, thicker, and cums a whole lot more." James said, describing Brent.

"Shit bro, I'd like to see that."

"He's coming back to town for winter break. I can bring him by, if you're down."

"For sure, bro. You guys do this together?"

"Jack off?"

"Yeah."

James laughed. "Yeah, man. I found my dad's porn stash about a year ago and we started watching them together. We've been having jack off sessions together ever since then."

"Nice. I've been getting together with a group of guys sometimes to watch porn and do whatever ever since I moved out here. You ever interested, let me know." Sam said.

"I'm definitely interested. Since my buddy left for school, I've just been doing it solo. I like an audience, to be honest."

"Damn dude, I can see why with that thing. You're invited."

The girl in the video enthusiastically bounced up and down on her lucky partner, her ass juggling with every impact. He squeezed her breasts and pumped his hips in rhythm with hers. Before long, she was announcing she was about to cum.

"Fuck, bro. I'm gonna bust." Sam said.

"Go for it man, shoot that load." James encouraged him. During their times together, Brent and James often commented about each other and always piled on the dirty talk when they were close to cumming.

Sam quickened his pace and alternated his gaze from his cock, the video, and James.

"I'm cumming" Sam announced as his gooey seed shot from his cock and landed across his chest. He massaged his balls with one hand and milked his throbbing shaft with he other.

"Fuck. Watch me cum, bro." Sam groaned as he continued to work more heavy loads onto his glistening torso.

James quickened his speed, giving Sam a visual feast to enjoy as he finished riding the waves of orgasm. Once Sam slowed his pace and twitched with the tremors following the final intense release, James squeezed his grip tighter and slid his down to the thick base as precum drooled out of his bulbous head.

"Gonna cum." James grunted. He pumped his tight, lubricated hand up and down the length of his impossibly large erection with a quickening pace. Though Sam's climax was subsiding, he was still mesmerized at what James had in his hand and very much aroused at watching him work it.

"Watch this." James said as a thick rope of cum exploded from the head, arcing though the air, and landing with an audible spat at his feet. He adjusted his aim and shot the next load which hit with force under his chin, leaving a trail of thick fluid across the length of his torso. He spread his legs to give Sam a good view of his pulsing muscle as he continued to cum heavy spurts, adding to the river of semen overflowing down the sides of his body.

Sam watched with awe as James' cock throbbed as he erupted with more and more sweetly pungent seed. James groaned as a seemingly never ending series of perverse expulsions of gooey fluid glazed his chest and abs. It finally subsided into more manageable spasms as James milked the last drops out and gave Sam a dreamy grin.

"Fucking hell, bro. I feel like I should be applauding. Seriously, you cum like a geyser." Sam praised James.

"Thanks, man. Been saving that one up all day."

They sat in puddles of their own cum for several minutes, admiring their own messy handiwork in satisfied silence. After a moment, Sam wiped down his body with his boxers and got up to retrieve James a bathroom towel. James mopped up as much as he could and ruined the towel in the process. It was sopping with his cum when he handed it back to Sam.

"Bro, that was fucking intense." Sam commented, sitting back down on the couch next to James in the nude.

"Yeah, man. You ever down to do that again, lemme know."

"For sure, bro. Definitely."

--

Brent's penis was well over nine inches long and as thick as Lucy's wrist. The head alone would take her significant effort to fit into one hand without squeezing it to death in the process. The shaft was thickest at the base and tapered ever so slightly until it reached the head. A vein snaked up the side and disappeared along the wide ridge that ran along the length at the bottom of the long shaft.

He was obviously very aroused as every inch was well defined and as hard as a length of wood. His short trimmed pubic hair left little distraction from the main event. He spread his legs slightly, giving her a better view of this lewd display.

"Wow." Lucy purred, leaning into him. Her hand hovered over his hardness before she gave into temptation and squeezed. He moaned as he leaned back onto his elbows. He looked down past his defined chest and abs and between his legs. He watched as she adjusted her grip while trying to best wrap her fingers around his manhood. From base to top, she squeezed him in increments until she was stroking him.

"You're fucking huge." She said incredulously.

While she was occupied with his appreciative penis, he dared to let his hands explore her body. He brushed the soft cotton surface of her shirt and found very hard nipples beneath. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them gently. Her status on the hotness scale was immediately upgraded.

Lucy was cute, but Brent never thought of her as sexy until now. He naturally fantasized about her while alone (along with half of the other girls on his dorm room floor, a significant number of girls from the six floors below them, a handful of resident assistants, teachers aides, tenured professors, and a random spattering of nameless girls that cross his path on a daily basis), but never really had a good look at her until now.

She was thin, but tall, giving her an almost elegant disposition. Her proportions were nice, with a breast-waist-hip ratio achieving a superb ideal. He imagined she could be a stunner with a little effort. Some makeup, new clothes, and a light makeover and she would definitely be way out of his league. She briefly reminded him of a certain tomboy in his high school that left a very big impression on him.

Lucy looked up at him and arched her back. He gently massaged each of her breasts, unbuttoning her shirt in the process. He put pressure on her sensitive nipples and gently twisted them, causing her to squeeze his shaft firmly in response. She slid her hand down to his balls and gave a delicate fondle.

"You like?" She asked, jiggling her breasts from side to side. He estimated she was a c-cup. Her pink nipples were hard with excitement and he gave into the urge to bring his mouth down against them. He licked, sucked, squeezed and fondled her breasts as her hands explored his groin, from the head, to the shaft, balls, and more.

"Oh, you are horny, aren't you?" It was more of a comment than a question. She could feel the sticky precum leaking from the tip of his cock. She slid her fingers down his shaft to his balls and cupping them, using his precum as lube.

"When was the last time you got laid?" She asked.

"It's been a while. Not since I got here." He managed said as he brought his face up to hers. They kissed. She moaned into his mouth as he flexed his penis in her hand.

She stood up as he broke contact with her to catch his breath. She wiggled out of her pink panties, swung her leg over him and straddled him in almost a single smooth movement. It was quick. He barely had time to take in her bare, lithe form before she was guiding him inside of her smooth, hairless pussy. He instantly felt how wet she was as he entered her. He could feel her almost impossibly tighten around him once he was halfway inside.

"Oh fuck, you're a lot bigger than my boyfriend." She groaned as she rocked her hips, inching more of him in.

She lifted off of him until only the head of his erection remained sheathed inside of her. He saw that his shaft glistening with her juices, which turned him on even more. He ran his hands up her nude body as she lowered herself again, plunging him into her depths. He could follow the angle of his penis by watching the bulge in her flat tummy.

"Fuck, you're hitting my cervix." She said. He could feel the resistance pressing against the tip of his penis. She was very wet, very tight, and very warm.

"Sorry, if you wanna..."

"No. Go as deep as you can." She moaned. She began to grind down against him. He cupped her ass and helped her find her pace with his hands. She began to groan as they found their rhythm.

She slid from the tip and down to the base with every rise and fall until she eventually bottomed out. She ground down hard against him, rocking her hips, finding his mouth with hers, kissing him deeply. She could feel the pressure building.

Her motions suddenly became erratic, her breath shortened, an unconscious moan escaped her lips. She pulled her mouth off of his and looked him in the eyes as her volume increased. He put his hand over her mouth to dampen the noise as she pumped her hips up and down like a piston on automatic.

She kept his eye, audibly squeaked, then began to shudder. He could feel the rhythmic tightening of her pussy muscles around his throbbing cock. The sensation brought him to the brink, then over the edge, as he began cumming deep inside her.

Their movements eventually subsided and they rested in this position for a while. He was still deep inside of her and semi-hard. She pulled off of him finally. Inch by inch, she slid him out of her, the head of his penis breaking the seal of her pussy with a pop. A torrent of cum drained down her inner thighs with the plug removed.

"Damn, you cum a lot. Good thing I'm on the pill." She stood for a moment on shaky legs as she admired the aftermath in her reflection in the closet door mirror. He hair was a mess, her skin was flushed, and cum ran down her legs and into her socks. He thought she looked beautiful just like that.

She plucked her panties from the floor and cleaned herself off as best she could. She dropped them along with her socks into the trash by his desk and pulled on her shirt.

"Next time, pull out, okay?" She chirped as she pecked him on the cheek.

"Okay." Brent was still in a daze.

"I'm gonna sleep like a baby tonight. Thanks for that." She closed the door quietly as she exited his room, leaving Brent standing alone in a room that smelled like sex. He looked over to his laptop to see a slightly younger him taking turns with Allison's and Claire's hungry mouths. He picked up his phone and dialed James' number.

--

James dropped his bag by his desk and fell back into office chair. The residual effects of the evening's earlier events still numbed his senses slightly. His phone rang. He twisted the switch for his desk lamp and bathed in the warm glow it provided.

"Hey, James." Brent said over the speaker of James' phone.

"What up, B?" James asked with a lethargy in his voice that Brent immediately picked up on.

"You home?" Bret asked.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I'ma send you a link, ok?"

"Porn?" James smiled. Though he and Brent were many miles apart, their bond was as strong as ever. Whether it was by text or by phone, they rarely went a few days without communication. They often shared their recent college experiences or new findings in the porn landscape whenever possible. They even had a few virtual jack off sessions over video chat. James often looked forward to these.

"Might want to close your door." Brent suggested.

James closed his door and woke his computer. He opened his chat program and saw Brent's link waiting. He clicked it and a familiar scene began to play on one of the many adult websites that they both frequented.

"So fucking good, dude. Her tongue..." Brent's voice played from the speakers.

"Holy shit, you're on the internet." James gasped, recognizing the scene. His sister, her roommate, the cabin, and obviously Brent.

"Yeah."

"Fuck, man." James said shocked. He vividly remembered being there holding the camera, but he never actually watched the video once it was shot. He quickly scrubbed the timeline to see the video ended once Brent came. He paused for a moment to appreciate the scene of Brent emptying his balls all over Claire and Allison's bare breasts before rewinding back to the beginning.

"You talk to Claire or Allison lately?" Brent asked, interrupting James' thoughts.

"They're studying abroad this semester. Off the grid in Spain, I think." James explained as he removed his clothes.

"Damn." Brent quietly cursed. He imagined at this point James would probably be jacking off to the video, or at least getting ready to. The thought of his best friend finding pleasure in watching this took some of sting out of the whole situation.

"Yeah, they're gonna wanna know about this." James said as he sat back in his chair and began to stroke his quickly hardening erection.

"You don't think one of them..."

"No way. I really doubt either one of them would wanna be seen on the internet taking your load."

"Who could have uploaded this?"

"No clue, dude. I asked Claire to get me a copy of some of the videos we made last summer before she left, but she said Allison kept them locked up. Hard copy only. Hands off without them there. I thought the'd be pretty safe."

"Damn."

"Yeah, man. This is... pretty crazy."

"Yeah."

"On the bright side, you're dick looks huge. They say the camera adds ten pounds. In your case, I'd say it added a good 5 inches."

"Dude, that would make me almost 15 inches."

"Just saying. You have a porn star cock. How'd you find this video, anyway?"

"Check this out. So, I'm in my dorm room earlier when there's a knock on the door. This girl from down the hall is standing there saying she has to talk to me. So, I let her in and she says she saw me in a porno. I deny it. She pulls this video up and starts to play it."

"Whoa."

"Yeah. She starts talking about how she hasn't been able to get off since she got here. Talking about her boyfriend was big and she can't find anyone to satisfy her."

"But, you're dick is big enough, though."

"Basically, yeah."

"So, what happened."

"We fucked."

"No shit."

"Yeah, man. Just like 15 minutes ago. She rode me till we both get off."

"Which girl is this?"

"The pixie haircut girl from down the hall."

"I think you mentioned her." James tried to think about all of the girls Brent mentioned since arriving on campus.

"Yeah, we met in orientation."

"So, what? You're her sex slave now? Blackmailed?" James asked.

"She said she wanted to be 'fuck buddies.'" Brent said.

"Nice."

"Yeah, but I am a little worried about the video."

"She gonna tell?"

"She said she wouldn't."

"You believe her?"

"I don't know her that well, really."

"Except for the time she showed up at your door in the middle of the night and fucked your brains out?"

"Yeah, I guess." Brent laughed

"Well, you know me. I say see what happens."

"Yeah, you always play it by ear."

"Dude, keep her satisfied and maybe she'll keep it quiet."

"Maybe. The sex was pretty good. It beats jacking off alone."

"Speaking of which..." James with the smooth segue.

"What?" Brent asked.

"So, I had this group project for my sociology class, right? I go to one of my group mates apartment to work on it. Turns out he has a pretty decent porn selection right out in the bookshelves in his living room. We end up watching some. One thing leads to another and were jacking off together."

"You know, i'm not that surprised." Brent chuckled.

James had always been the more free-spirited of the two. It was because of him that they skipped class in grade school and snuck into a local movie theater to spend the day watching a horror movie marathon. It was at his urging that Brent tried out for the track team as a sophomore in high school and became a minor local celebrity for a short period of time. It was James' reveal of his dad's porn collection during their junior year of high school that began their journey toward the exploration of their sexual desires.

It was in James' basement where they spent most of their time after school during their senior year masturbating together. Brent imagined that without James' influence, he would not have had half the experiences he looked back so fondly on. Without him he definitely wouldn't be so open minded about sex.

"I did have a beer and smoked a joint with him." James explained, as if he needed a reason.

"You would have done it anyway." Brent scoffed.

"True. You and I have jacked off together enough times that it's really not a big deal to me." James said casually.

"It shouldn't be. I mean, what's the harm of getting off with a little company."

"Exactly. Plus, we're in college. This is the time for experimenting."

"I guess. So, you gonna make it a regular thing with this dude?"

"He said he knows a group of guys that get together to watch porn and jack off sometimes. I'm supposed to go next week."

"No shit?"

"Yeah."

"Remember we used to wonder if anyone else in town did what we were doing?"

"Turns out there are."

"I'd like to see how that plays out. You whip out that eight-incher of yours and watch their jaws drop."

"Better yet, the next time you're in town, I bring you by and you show them your nine-incher and watch them faint."

They both laughed at this. During their many jack off sessions in James' basement, the often compared themselves to each other: Who was bigger, thicker, harder, could cum more and the most often. Over the course of the year, they watched each other increase in size and stamina. They explored what got each other off, their likes and dislikes, porn preferences and what kinks they each had. They often joked about getting into the porn business together and what that would entail. They knew how blessed they were, but had yet to really capitalize on it in any significant way.

"So, what if they want to do more than jack off? I mean, it was one thing with me and you, but a group of guys get together and I imagine it might get a little crazy." Brent asked.

"I dunno. I'll try anything at least once, you know. Like I said, this is college. If we don't do a little experimenting now, when would we have a chance to? I mean, I doubt we're gonna have the opportunity to do half the things that cross our paths once we're middle aged and married. If not now, then when? You know what I mean?"

"You have a point there." Brent conceded.

"You did just bang out that hot chick from down the hall on a whim." James added.

"True."

"So, now you have an attractive and willing fuck buddy down the hall. Sounds like a good deal to me."

"When I got out of the shower earlier, the guy from across the hall got an eye full."

"In the bathroom?" James asked.

"Yeah. I thought I was alone in there. I got out of the shower not paying attention. He was sitting on the bench. I was standing there butt-ass naked for a few seconds." Brent explained.

"Did he freak out?"

"No. I mean, I think he was shocked. But he didn't freak out."

"So..." James

"Lucy showed up not long after that. I'm thinking he's the one who showed her the video." Brent wondered out loud.

"You think?"

"I dunno, kinda makes sense."

"Maybe."

"He sees me in the showers, I go back to my room. He goes to her and shows her the video, she comes to my room and here we are."

"How much time between her knocking on your door and that dude seeing your naked?"

"Half hour, maybe."

"Not a lot of time. If I were you, I'd try see if I could talk to him in private. Get on the subject of girls and see where it goes. Maybe you end up talking about porn, he mentions seeing someone just like you in a video and badda-bing. At the very least, maybe you'll find a new jack off buddy."

"Yeah, right. You know, you're the only guy i've ever done anything with. Finding another jack off buddy is the furthest thing from my mind."

"I wouldn't hurt to ask. I mean, this is like ten minutes of video. We made a whole lot more than that, if I remember correctly" James said as the video framed his sister and Allison treating Brent's erection like a popsicle, running their wet mouths up and down the shaft and meeting at the head to tongue kiss.

"I dunno, man. Maybe I should leave it alone and just deal with Lucy."

"Well, at least see if that's the guy who showed it to her. If there's more stuff out there of us, I wanna see it. I mean, if this got leaked, there might also be video of me banging my sister out there too." James recalled the events that took place that week in the cabin. What he was watching on his computer was pretty tame to everything else they did during the course of that memorable week in the cabin.

"True." Brent absentmindedly mumbled as he felt a tension between his legs. Despite the nervousness the video gave him, it was still pretty hot.

"We did a lot of stuff." James remembered how it felt as he and Brent tried to fit inside his sister at the same time, the time it took to stretch her out, the ecstasy of finally achieving their goal. He thought about the ultimate pleasure of simultaneously orgasming together with his best friend inside of her. He pictured Allison's flushed expression as they did the same with her.

Watching the video of Brent receiving oral from the two girls while replaying the events surrounding it had James' libido in overdrive. He was leaking precum. He was very hard. He was getting very close.

"Yeah, maybe. I'm barely at the dorms. This is the most I've really talked with anyone here since the week I moved in. I've been pretty off the radar here until now."

"Dude, quit being a monk. You're missing out. Live up to your potential and share that godly cock with the world." James said.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah."

James heard the audio from video playing over the speaker of the phone. He knew then that they were both masturbating at that very moment. They were both remembering what they did that week. James squeezed his shaft and watched as precum begin to drool down over his knuckles.

"Dude, I'm gonna cum soon." James finally said after a brief pause.

"Yeah, me too." Brent said, his own clothes off, erection in hand, pumping his thick shaft at a steady pace. The continued to discuss their freshman year in college so far. James told Brent more about Sam's connection to the local underworld of sexual deviants. Brent went into further detail about his encounter with Lucy.

They both grunted into their phones as they came together, watching the same video, thinking the same things, thousands of miles apart.