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  “Shower’s all yours. Damn, it’s good to have the stink washed off.”

  Dalton stammered for a second, overwhelmed by the sight of Cole’s hard body and its perfect patterns of hair. “Yeah, I smell a little ripe, too.”

  Cole chuckled and used the towel to dry his crotch. He lifted one leg and ran the towel around his package. Dalton’s cock stiffened at the sight. Oh shit! How am I going to hide a boner?

  Cole snapped the towel at Dalton and then tossed it over his shoulder. His cock hung thick and full in front of his bush and his balls hung low as Cole reached down and scratched himself. “Yeah, ripe isn’t always bad.” Dalton glanced up and Cole winked at him.

  Dalton wadded the towel up and pressed it against his crotch to make sure he hid his arousal. Cole disappeared back into the bathroom and once Dalton heard the other door close, he eased into the bathroom and adjusted the water in the glass-walled shower. He stripped and carefully put his folded clothes on the counter before stepping into the hot spray. He rubbed shower gel over his body, enjoying the ache from his hard cock.

  He grabbed the base of his dick and ran a finger along its underside, easing down its length until precum was running from the slit. Soap and water provided the lubrication. He could feel the pressure building and fixed the image of Cole’s naked body in his mind as he stroked himself. Soon the wonderful tingle that signaled the start of his orgasm filled his groin.

  Dalton groaned and the first shot drew a thick line down the glass shower door.

  The bathroom door burst open and Cole bounced in. “Sorry. Gotta get my hair glue shit.”

  Dalton gasped, his body in mid-orgasm. He spun away, hoping Cole would miss the evidence. Dalton braced himself against the wall trying to stop as his body convulsed again and again. As the last of the cum dripped from his cock, Cole slammed the drawer shut.

  “Found it! Have fun.” Cole called out cheerfully as he trotted to the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

  How fucking embarrassing! I hope this doesn’t make everything weird between us.

  Dalton stood, shaking from the intensity of his release. The hot water washed away the semen stripes. When he looked at the door, he was horrified by the obvious white slash slowly sliding down the steam-fogged glass. Shit!

  He finished showering, trying to think of a way to get past this issue with Cole.

  Dalton made it back to his room without any more drama. He’d decided after his cock’s earlier betrayal, a pair of compression shorts was his safest bet, although coming during his shower had taken some of the edge off. Junior was behaving, at least.

  Dalton had added a pair of cargo shorts, a tee, and was slipping his bare feet into flip-flops as he adjusted his clothes. He grabbed his wallet and phone from the dresser, having already decided to act like nothing happened. Cole shouldn’t have barged in anyway. But he didn’t want to start out badly with his new roommates, and he appreciated Cole’s help moving, so Dalton thought he’d take his new roomies out to eat as a thank you. With a last check that he had everything, and that his cock was safely contained, Dalton made his way into the living room.

  He turned the corner to find Tara and Cole in a passionate kiss. Dalton froze, unsure what to do. Neither of them noticed he was there. He tried to work his way back to his room. But the pair turned, and locked gazes with him. Then, Cole winked.

  What the hell?

  They separated and Tara smiled sweetly. “Hey, Dalton. You all moved in?”

  Dalton nodded, his tongue running over his lips at the sight of Tara’s erect nipples. He was glad he’d decided to wear the compression shorts.

  “Bad, Cole. Bad boy,” Tara said with a chuckle.

  Dalton snapped from his developing fantasy in time to see Tara take Cole’s hand off her butt. She shook her head and grinned at Dalton. “You can take the boy outta the country, but you can’t take the country outta the boy.”

  Mental images of the couple together had Dalton instantly hard. He swallowed, trying to think of something, anything to take his mind off the intimate moment his roommates were sharing. Changing the oil in his Dad’s old truck, baseball stats, the exam in art history that’s in a week, damn it wasn’t helping. He was so hard.

  Cole lowered his head and sucked on Tara’s neck. Dalton almost moaned at the sensuous act in front of him. Then the room echoed with the sound of skin hitting skin. Tara had smacked Cole. The big guy just rubbed his cheek and grinned.

  Her mouth twisted and she scowled. “Damnit. I asked you to stop.”

  Cole gave a lopsided smile. “Sometimes I don’t know when to quit.”

  Dalton took a deep breath, willing his body to calm itself. His flood of desire and lust was not easily quelled, which left him throbbing and hard as he sat on the couch opposite the pair. His lust began to lessen and Dalton remembered his plan. “Hey, I thought I’d take us out for dinner. Kind of a thank you for the help and a welcome to the house thing.”

  Tara grabbed Cole’s still wondering hands and shot him a glance. She looked back at Dalton with a warm smile. “I’m down with that. Give me a few minutes to clean up. You can deal with hand monster here while I do.”

  She started to the bedroom, and thumped her finger against Cole’s sternum when he moved to follow. “No. You stay here with Dalton. I don’t need any help.”

  Dalton watched her walk out of the room, enjoying the way her hips swayed. Once she was gone, he turned back and was met with a smile from Cole.

  “Sweet ass, isn’t it?”

  Dalton froze, uncertain of what to say. After several false starts, he got words out. “Tara’s nice looking. That’s for sure.”

  Cole nodded, seemed about to add another comment but then leaned back against the chair. “So, what’s your major?”

  “Architecture, if I can get in. I’m a sophomore now, so I’ll be applying next year.”

  “Damn, you must like hard classes.”

  Dalton smiled. “They aren’t that hard to me. But I guess it’s all what you like to do. Why? What’s your major?”

  “I’m a wildlife ecology major. I’m shooting for a position at a national forest or something like that. I graduate next spring, so I’m startin’ to figure out where I wanna go. Tara and I have talked about it a little, but it’s kinda a touchy subject, since she’s only a junior.”

  “That sounds cool. But those classes would be a pain in the butt to me. I never got all that junk. Just seems like a crap load of stuff to memorize.”

  Tara bounced into the room before Cole could reply. “Come on. I’m starved. Where’re we going?”

  “You pick. I’m hungry so anything sounds good,” Dalton said.

  “How about sushi?” Cole asked.

  Cole grinned hugely, but Tara’s face twisted and her mouth drew up to a dot. “You know I’m not crazy about that stuff. Why do you always want to go there?”

  “Because I love sushi and there’s a great place close to campus. And because I’m hopin’ Dalton likes it too so he’ll be on my side.”

  Dalton scrutinized his new roommates. I’m going to piss one of them off either way. Might as well go with the truth. “I like sushi. But maybe we should find something everyone likes.”

  Besides, sushi is expensive. Dinner was likely to blow a week’s paycheck.

  “Boys.” Tara said with the same expression of disgust Dalton imagined her using for something she scraped off her shoe. But she picked up her coat and motioned them toward the door. “Let’s go, but next time you two take care of it without me.”

  Cole smirked as he moved toward the door. “I’m sure we can handle that.”

  * * * *

  Dalton closed his chopsticks on the last piece of spicy tuna roll, only to have Cole try to steal it. The two wrangled back and forth until Cole grabbed the piece with his fingers and tossed the final bit into his mouth. He sighed as he chewed and winked at Dalton. He was coming to enjoy Cole’s joking personality, a
nd Tara was having a good time, too. Actually she seemed to enjoy having someone else around so all of Cole’s juvenile behavior wasn’t directed at her.

  With the last piece of sushi gone, Dalton leaned back and sighed with contentment. “That was fantastic. Great suggestion, Cole. I’d come back with you anytime.”

  Cole squirmed in his seat. “Yeah, well. I couldn’t afford to come here too often. The grounds crew doesn’t pay that well.”

  Tara chuckled. “Well. I can pay for my noodle bowl with what I make, you two raw fish freaks can split the rest.”

  “No, this was my treat. I got it covered,” Dalton said.

  Cole’s face flushed. “I feel like I tricked you into comin’ here. I wasn’t trying to be a shit head. Let me help pay.”

  Tara grinned at Cole and gently poked him with the handle of her fork. “Of course you should. You ate more than Dalton and I combined.”

  Cole’s face flushed red with embarrassment. “You’re right. I’ll pay my part.”

  Dalton grabbed Cole’s wrist as he reached for the tab and held him. His gaze flipped to Dalton and their gazes locked. A wave of heat ran from where he touched Cole, straight to his crotch. Caught by surprise, he struggled to finish what he’d started. “No. I said I’d pay for it. You don’t want me pissed off.”

  Surprise grew on Cole’s face. Dalton gave him a few seconds to consider, then wiggled his eyebrows.

  Cole grinned and relaxed. “Really, let me help. I feel bad that I rooked you.”

  “Honest, Cole. I got it. I had a DJ gig last weekend. So I’m good.”

  Cole scowled at him for a minute, then nodded. “Ok, but if I catch you eatin’ nothing but Ramen for the rest of the month I’m gonna be pissed.”

  Dalton grinned at the friendly threat. “Got it. No Ramen. But I’m also not asking if you want dessert.”

  Tara and Cole both chuckled, and this time it was Tara who laid a hand on Dalton’s shoulder. Again a chord played through his body. Very different from the way Cole made him feel, but just as desirable.

  What the hell’s going on with me?

  Dalton and Cole relaxed against opposite ends of the couch. Cole had managed to talk them into a stop for ice cream on the way back, but both Tara and Dalton had been too full for more food. Cole ate the final spoon of his ice cream, stretched and pushed his foot against Dalton.

  “It’s hot in here.”

  “Feels fine to me,” Tara said.

  Cole grabbed the bottom of the jersey he was wearing, yanked it over his head, and tossed it to the side. He stretched and Dalton gaped at the thick dark hair lining each pit. Dalton’s breathing quickened and he tore his gaze away.

  “That’s better,” Cole said.

  “And don’t think you’re going to leave that laying wherever. Just because it’s my turn to do laundry, doesn’t mean I’m going to pick up after you like I’m your mother,” Tara said with arched eyebrows.

  “Well, if you were my mother I wouldn’t be—”

  Tara popped Cole on the back of his head and cocked an eyebrow. “Now would be a good time to behave.”

  In return, she received a completely unrepentant smile, and a change of subject. “You should show Dalton your sketches. He’s in architecture.”

  “Well, hopefully. I apply next year,” Dalton said

  “I’m in fashion design. Probably nothing for you to see.”

  “Really? How cool. I’d love to see your sketches. I had to take a figure drawing class, and it was tough.”

  Tara lifted an eyebrow and looked first at Cole and then at Dalton, as if to dare them to be leading her on. After a few moments, she nodded, and without a word walked to the back of the house. She came back with a leather portfolio that she handled as if it were spun glass. Sitting between them, she unzipped the case, opened it to the first design, and began.

  “This was to use atypical materials. So I have some materials I got from a class in the Art department…”

  The descriptions went on at length, but Dalton was fascinated. The principles and ideas were not that different from what he used in his own creations. He leaned in for a closer look and found himself wrapped in the delicate perfume coming from Tara. A whiff of her curled into his senses and before he knew what was happening, he was hard again. He struggled to halt his arousal, but Tara’s scent entangled him further until he had no desire to escape. His lust triggered the typical male response, and by the time she finished, he was sure there had to be a growing wet spot on his shorts.

  Edging away from Tara and Cole, Dalton hoped they hadn’t noticed. He couldn’t believe his body’s response to his roommates, especially when he’d shot a load a handful of hours earlier. “I’m beat and have a bunch of crap to finish tomorrow for class. I better get some sleep.”

  Cole wrapped his arm around Tara and waved Dalton off with the other. “Cool, I think we’re about to hit it, too. Have a good night’s rest.”

  Dalton waved and made an escape to his bedroom. He spent several minutes organizing his stuff enough so he had a place to sleep before he stripped down to his compression shorts and headed for the bathroom. As he opened the door a distinctly female voice said, “Hey! Occupied.”

  He jumped backwards, slamming the door shut and in the process introduced his butt to the hardwood floor. He sat in a daze, unaware Cole had walked into his room until two large hands grabbed him under his arms and helped him up. “Sorry, we’re kinda used to not needin’ to lock the door. Tara didn’t mean to freak you out.”

  The toilet flushed and Tara stuck her head inside Dalton’s room. “Sorry. I’ll try to remember to lock the door so you don’t walk in on something you don’t want to see.”

  “No worries. Sorry about barging in on you,” Dalton said.

  Tara grinned at them and disappeared back into the bathroom. Dalton turned back to Cole. His new roomie had on nothing but a pair of briefs that left little to the imagination. The outline of his soft cock and balls were clearly visible against the dark thatch of pubic hair. Dalton’s stomach knotted. A few moments later, he realized his gaze was locked on Cole’s package. This time Cole had to notice. Damn, what’s the deal with me? But Cole’s only response was another of his now familiar smiles.

  “Well, if you’re okay, I’ll head to bed. Night.”

  “Night. Sorry you had to rush to rescue me.”

  Cole shrugged and glanced down Dalton’s torso, then ambled from the room. With Cole’s exit, Dalton closed the door and headed back to the bathroom. This time he knocked softly and entered when there was no response. Once he was ready for bed, Dalton stripped and slid between the sheets. The crisp cotton fabric felt good against his skin. So far things were going well, and these two were shaping up to be people he could live with. He wadded his pillow into an amorphous mass and fell asleep as soon as his eyes closed.

  Dalton was jarred awake by a bang, followed by loud whispers. Curious, he slipped from under the sheets and moved closer to the wall. The muffled sounds became clearer.

  A female voice moaned, “Yeah. Lick it.”

  Tara? Oh god, they’re having sex. He shouldn’t be listening, but he was drawn to the sounds like a moth to a flame. The moans increased in volume until he could hear them like he was in bed next to them. His hand traveled to his nipple and rubbed it slowly as he listened to the erotic scene taking place in the other bedroom.

  Unexpectedly, he heard the sound of a slap, followed by a deep moan that had to be Cole. The sounds grew in volume until he shouted, “Put it in, damnit.” A few seconds passed and a masculine rumbling groan came through the wall.

  Dalton moved his hands lower, cupping his balls and tugging on them as he listened to the erotic sounds bombarding him. He ran his finger over the glans and smeared the stream of precum around the end of his dick. He coated his hand with the natural lube and slowly stroked his cock in time to Cole’s moans. Dalton tugged on his nuts with one hand and stroked his cock with the
other as he listened. The couple’s fun built, becoming louder and more vocal.

  “Damn it, Cole. Quit teasing me.”

  “I’m gonna pound your pussy.”

  “Do it! Fuck me!”

  The next sound was a long protracted high-pitched groan that caused his heart to race. “Fuck, yes! Like that,” screamed Tara.

  Dalton slid his hand between his legs as the slap of skin against skin drifted into his room. He dropped his hand lower and his finger found his hole. He rubbed it slowly, electric jolts shooting through his body as they always did when he touched himself there.

  The mix of masculine and feminine moans and cries drove Dalton closer to climax. Cole’s bear-like grunts sent him over the edge. As the first stream of hot cream left a line across his chest, he heard a second voice add to the crescendo as Tara’s orgasm mixed with Cole’s. Animalistic sounds surrounded Dalton, and his body continued to pump out jet after jet of semen. Dalton felt an odd connection as he drifted down from one of the most enjoyable orgasms he could remember.

  The volume from the next room slid back to quiet whispers as he fondled his softening member. Dalton ran his fingers over his cum-coated chest and then slipped them between his lips. The musky flavor and scent of sex filled him.

  I wonder what Cole tastes like…

  Chapter Three

  “No, that’s not organic. We need organic or we’ll have to get somethin’ else,” Cole said.

  Dalton mentally checked the prices of the cart full of vegetables they’d already selected. After living together for close to a month, the honeymoon period with the new roommates had ended. They pooled their resources, but buying food together kept getting more expensive. His third of the bill for last week was close to his monthly food budget. After yet another discussion over some vegetable Dalton had never heard of, he spoke up.