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I could hear Tommy fucking someone. But fuck it, I needed my jacket if I was gonna go out. I eased the door open. Maybe I could sneak in, grab my shit, and get out of there.

Much to my surprise, all the lights were on. And Tommy was indeed fucking someone. So was Vince. The same someone. Some titless brunette groupie. But fuck, she was flexible if she was taking both of them at the same time. That was porno shit. I had to stop and watch. Looked like Tommy was doing most of the work, dick buried in the chick's ass, rocking back and forth, making the bed squeak. The groupie's head thrashed back and forth, and her hair whipped across Vince's face. Vince was fondling one of her little titties.

Vince always claimed to be straight as a fucking arrow, and yet there he was, basically fucking Tommy through a chick. That little fucker pissed me off. Acted high and fucking mighty the time he caught Tommy jerking me off, even called me a fag. He left Tommy alone, though. Not a fucking word to Tommy about it.

Little bitch.

It was at that moment that Tommy looked up and noticed me. Grinned. "Nikki! Look, baby, Nikki's here." The girl craned her neck and gazed at me through heavy-lidded eyes. Such a pretty face. "Come on, dude, there's room for one more." I glanced at Vince. He looked panicked. I smirked at him. That decided it.

Tommy puffed at a lock of hair that had fallen across his face. "Your mouth's not occupied, is it, honey?"

"Uh-uh."

I unzipped my jeans. I was half-hard already. The chick shifted her weight so she could get an arm free. Her fingernails were long and painted. They looked deadly. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and I leaned forward, giving her better access. Vince glared up at me. I cocked my head and arched an eyebrow at him. He looked away.

She sucked me into her mouth, and I rocked forward on the balls of my feet. Damn, that felt good. She had talent. Vince looked up at me again and then shut his eyes. Probably didn't appreciate my getting off at such close range.

I'd give him close range.

If I inched back just a little bit... yes. Fuck, yes. My dick slipped out of her mouth, landed against Vince's lips. His eyes snapped open and he jerked his head to the side, closing them again. The chick shifted, grabbed my cock, and shoved it back into her mouth. My cock that had just touched Vince's lips. Fuck yes.

I stared at Vince as she went back to work. He still had his head turned away from me and his eyes squeezed shut.

Tommy groaned. I looked over at him, the snarl on his lips. He was close. He planted his hand in the middle of the girl's back and pushed her down flat against Vince. My cock slipped out of her mouth again, landed on Vince's cheek. I inched back, let the head rub over Vince's ear. Vince flinched.

The chick reached for my cock again. Vince turned his head, opened his eyes, and briefly glanced up at me. And then he lifted his head and caught the groupie's lips in a kiss before she could go back to sucking my cock. Holy fuck. I leaned forward, letting my cock bump against their joined lips. She pulled back from Vince a little, licked the head of my dick. And Vince's lips were on it too, for the briefest second. I felt the silky wetness of his inner bottom lip before he turned his head away again. Oh, motherfucker.

Before she could really get going again, Tommy grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back. "Come on, baby," he said. She wriggled up onto her elbows, pushed her ass in the air so he could fuck her better. Vince propped himself up on his elbows, too. "Sorry, bro," Tommy said. "You can have her back in a second."

She squealed as Tommy fucked her ass and pumped it full of cum. Then, after a few long, slow thrusts, Tommy pulled out. She groaned again. Vince didn't waste a second grabbing her hips and pulling her down onto his cock again.

"Alright, Nikki, your turn." Tommy grinned and grabbed my arm, pulled me over beside him. I pushed my jeans down and kicked them off. "All the prep work is done, see?" Tommy's cum was oozing out of her asshole. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it behind me. "Go to town, man, she loves it."

I watched Vince fuck her pussy. His balls bounced a little with each thrust. I imagined they'd bounce up against my own once I started plowing her ass. I grabbed her by the hips. "Hold on a second, Vince." He stopped fucking her. "You ready, babe?"

She groaned and leaned forward. I pushed into her. Tommy had stretched her the fuck out. I felt my balls resting against Vince's. "Alright."

I got a nice rhythm going, and Vince matched it. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of her. All that separated us was a wall of hot flesh.

"Fuck. Get off, Nikki, I'm gonna cum."

So fucking reluctant to pull away, but I did. The chick climbed off of Vince so he could get behind her and fuck her doggy style. I watched his muscles flex with each thrust, watched dimples appear in his ass. I started jerking my cock.

And then Tommy was behind me, all body heat. He slid his left arm around my waist, and with his right hand, grabbed my cock. "It feels better when someone else does it." I leaned back against him, let my head rest on his shoulder. It felt fucking great. But not as great as Vince's lips would have felt.

After a few hard, jerky thrusts, Vince was done. Tommy let go of my cock. Vince pulled out and whispered something to the groupie, who giggled, crawled off the bed, and limped over to the bathroom. Once the door was shut, Tommy went back to work on my cock. Vince watched us for a few seconds, his semi-soft dick glistening between his legs. Then he sauntered over to Tommy. I glanced down. Tommy's cock was rock hard. Vince wrapped his hand around it without a word. Tommy hissed. It didn't take long for him to shoot again, halfheartedly pumping my cock the whole time. He stumbled forward a little. Vince smirked at him.

"Fuck. Wow. I'm gonna go keep her busy in there." Tommy left us for the bathroom. I looked at Vince. Again, without a word, he pressed his body into mine, backed me up against the wall. His skin was so hot, so wet. He snaked one arm around the back of my neck. And then he kissed me, wrapping his cum-covered hand around my cock. I gasped for breath, but all I inhaled was Vince.

Vince broke the kiss. "You fuck like a beast, Nikki, you know that?" He sped up the jerking and covered my lips again before I could answer. His kiss was so hungry, so deep, his tongue sliding over my tongue, my teeth, the inside of my cheeks. I felt his hard-on bumping my thigh. I grabbed his ass and pulled him closer, let him grind against me. "Mmph," he groaned. His fingers curled up in my hair, twisted, pulled. He started backing toward the bed, pulling me along with him.

His legs hit the edge and he sat down, letting go of me. He squirmed backwards. I followed, crawling on top of him, hovering over him. I kissed him again, hard, our lips and teeth gnashing together, drawing blood. His hand was between our bodies again, grabbing my cock and pulling me down, down, until my cock nudged his own.

And then he wrapped his hand around both. The hot, smooth skin of his shaft rubbing against my own, lubed by such a mixture of fluids, the traces of frantic, animal fucking, of cocks like heat-seeking missiles, searching out a warm hole to fuck. Vince's fingers twisted around our dicks, spiraling upward and then down. I wanted to fuck him everywhere. Asshole, mouth... I wanted to drill a hole in him and fuck his guts, crawl inside him, consume him while he consumed me.

My whole body went rigid, shaking, and I buried my head in the crook of Vince's neck and shoulder, teeth biting at sinewy tendons and muscle, tongue licking at the sweat.

I took a few deep breaths, smelling Vince's shampoo, and then rolled off of him. His cock was still hard. His fingers trailed through the cum I left on his stomach, gathering it. "Kiss me again, Nikki," he pleaded, arching up toward me. Our lips met again, and my loins burned with such a deep ache, I could barely stand it. Vince pulled back, writhing, spitting a stream of curses as he came. He flopped over on his side, away from me. I laid my hand on his hip.

He twitched and squirmed away from me, sat up on the bed. His chest rose and fell rapidly, accompanying creaky, wheezing breaths.

"Vince, you okay?"

He looked at me then, and there was far too much white in his eyes. I put my hand on his knee.

"Don't touch me!" He jerked away and jumped up, skittered toward the bathroom.

"Vince?"

"Just leave me alone," he hissed, slipping inside the bathroom.

Tommy and the girl emerged a few seconds later, fully clothed and holding hands. Tommy grinned at me. "Say 'night' to Tina, Nikki."

"Night, Tina."

She smiled. "Night, baby."

They left.

I could hear water hitting tiles. I didn't know why I felt so bitter. I should have expected Vince to freak out-- after all, he was Mister Ramrod Straight.

Like Hell.

A sudden burst of anger brought me to the bathroom door. I flung it open. "Vince!"

"I told you to leave me alone!"

His voice sounded... funny. Choked. I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. The steam billowed around me, into my nose. I took a deep breath. Slapped the shower curtain. "Move over. I'm getting in."

Vince poked his head out. His eyes were red-rimmed, glistening. He snarled at me. "Wait your fucking turn."

I jerked the curtain back and stepped in. "What is your fucking problem?"

"You." Vince pressed his back against the wall and stared me down. "You fucking took--"

"Save it. You wanted it. You can't stand here and tell me you didn't."

Vince bit his lip. "I...God. I fucking..." He turned away from me and covered his face with his hands.

"What? You're straight?"

Vince sobbed.

"Tell me. Is that it? You're straight? Get a grip on yourself."

Vince's fingers curled around his shampoo bottle.

"Yeah, go on. Hit me with that if it'll make you feel better."

Vince whirled around. "Fuck you! I fucking love you so much I hate you! I wanna kill you!" He hurled the shampoo bottle past me, and in a flash, charged at me. We both slipped and fell, scrambling for a hold on the side of the tub. "You fucker!" Vince's mouth was an inch from my ear, and I cringed. He kept shouting. "I hate you! Why couldn't you just leave me the fuck alone?"

I wrapped my arms around his waist. He sagged against me, sobbing quietly. "I hate you so much," he whispered.

"Vince..."

"I want you so bad, I have to kill a part of myself just to be around you."

"It's okay..."

"I hate myself for loving you."

"Vince."

"I hate myself."

I squeezed him. "I don't know why you'd hate yourself, man... I think you're pretty great."

Vince sniffled.

"And if this means never touching you again, or not having any more fucking orgies with you, I'll do it."

Vince said nothing for a long time. Then, "I don't know, Nikki. Give me some time."

It's been twenty years.

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