Departure Train
THE DREADED DAY HAD FINALLY arrived. Jonny was going home.
Anxious and depressed, he woke up an hour before his alarm was due to go off, having tossed and turned uncomfortably the last fifteen minutes solid. There was a sinking feeling in his gut and he hadn’t really slept much, rarely managing to do so before trips of any kind. But this time, it was the surreal reality he’d experienced all week that kept him awake. Far too potent to simply let him manufacture make-believe dreams, the memories of all the real things he’d done, and had done to him, were superior, lingering like cologne that clings to a man’s shirt long after he’d taken it off.
Jonny looked up for some comfort, staring vacantly at the ceiling of Jared’s bedroom. He waited. Nothing came. The ceiling was cold, mocking, and unyielding. Jonny sighed, bending an arm behind his head in a last-ditch effort to get comfortable. After all, he still had an hour to go before he had to be out of bed. He tried, but his arm found the pillow damp to the touch.
Have you been crying?
Blinking several times, he could feel a faint sting clinging to the rim of his eyes.
Yes, you have. My God, the week really is over, isn’t it? He glanced to his left. The sheets were ruffled on Jared’s side of the bed, but the area was otherwise empty. I wonder where he went? Probably taking an early morning piss... His bladder panged. I should probably do the same thing…
Jonny shifted himself into a seated position. He tried going faster but his body was stiff. Sliding his legs off the edge of the bed, his feet landed on the soft carpet while the throbbing of his bladder (hold it…) urged him to stand.
Hold it… hold it… hold it…
Shuffling to the bathroom (hold it…) he made it just in time, grabbing his flaccid penis right as it started to spew a pungent stream of dark yellow into the bowl.
“Gah that feels good,” Jonny sort of whisper-muttered, relief spreading quickly.
After a quick shake (or three) and a wash of his hands, Jonny returned to the bedroom, collecting what few clothes he hadn’t already packed. Folding them neatly, he set them in his suitcase, pulling out a pair of dark jeans, red underwear, and a Yu-Gi-Oh! shirt to wear for the journey home. He then went back into the bathroom.
As he brushed his teeth, the overhead light flickered and the bulb fizzled out while Jonny was looking at himself in the mirror. It was splattered with flecks of dried toothpaste, fresh minty foam pooling in the corners of his mouth. He spat, then rinsed out his mouth with tap water, finishing the monotonous routine by flossing his teeth as the sink sent water dribbling down the drain. Leaning over to splash warm water on his face, he added a dime-size dab of face wash to an electronic brush his mother had purchased in advance of his birthday next week. As the bristles whirred, they reminded him of Jared and Trent as he pressed them against his skin. It might have been a desperate thought, but it was a welcomed one against the dullness of real life that was starting to take over.
I wonder where Jared is? he thought, putting his toiletries in the suitcase. Probably making coffee.
But there was no scent of brewing coffee in the air as Jonny pulled on his underwear. He plopped down on the edge of the bed, bouncing a couple of times. His ass felt numb, conceivably a reflection of the way his soul felt while zipping up his luggage. Once the zipper stopped, it was like the week was finally over.
“I better get downstairs then,” Jonny said dejectedly, planning to snag something quick to eat out of the fridge, pop the television on, and wait for either Trent or Jared to take him to the bus station.
Little did he know as he made his way downstairs – the jeans and shirt slung under one arm, the handle of the suitcase grasped with the other – that he wouldn’t be doing any of those things, for there was one more surprise waiting for him.
Rounding the corner, Jonny stopped dead in his tracks, his clothes fell to the floor messily.
Trent and Jared were standing in the center of the kitchen. They were exploring one another with hands and lips and tongues. Jared was naked just as he had been last night while Trent was wearing the same underwear he had on when he’d first met Jonny.
Without so much as a sound, they both turned, still kissing but now staring with arms outstretched. Jonny didn’t say anything either, approaching with a calm swiftness. As he got close, Jonny’s arms dropped themselves to waist level, gently tracing both of their hard v-lines with his fingers. He followed Jared’s with his right hand all the way down to his cock, thick and powerful, while resting his left hand just inside the elastic of Trent’s underwear. He tugged at it playfully, watching as Trent’s dick stretched out the fabric, remembering the musky scent as he buried his face there that first, life-changing night.
Jonny felt massive arms closing around him – Trent’s right and Jared’s left – locking him in their triangle. The men rubbed Jonny’s shoulders, working from the outside in until they could grab each other’s hands. They moved down together, stopping at the topmost part of Jonny’s ass. Sliding his underwear down, they separated, spreading his cheeks apart. They continued massaging the muscle until they saw his dick pushing out against the front of his bright red undies.
Jared then kissed Jonny, and Trent kissed Jared, and Jonny kissed them both in a burst of frenzied hunger that was shared among the three men. They tasted each other’s minty toothpaste and crisp mouthwash, smelled face wash infused with lemon and durable cologne, felt slick spit and soft beards.
It was then that the triangle split, Trent and Jared both pushing Jonny against the fridge. His face was pressed hard against the cold stainless steel and he could feel someone shifting his underwear down toward his ankles.
It was Trent, spreading Jonny’s cheeks apart while rubbing his beard against his exposed hole. The hair tickled him mercilessly and Jonny writhed.
Jared had slid into the gap between Jonny and the fridge, and began giving him a blowjob. He worked the head with his tongue, periodically slapping the shaft against the side of his face before plunging it back into his mouth.
Jonny moaned, being worked from both ends by these muscular, god-like men.
“Jared,” Trent muttered between Jonny’s ass cheeks. “Table.”
Suddenly, Jonny felt weightless, both Trent and Jared lifting him effortlessly as they walked toward the dining table. Setting Jonny back down, Trent set himself down on a spot that had been cleared, removing his underwear before spitting on his dick twice to work it up into a slippery missile.
Jared guided Jonny backward, impaling him on Trent’s rigid dick. He moaned as Trent filled him, moving back and forth with deliberate speed.
Hooking his armed under Jonny’s armpits, Trent drove himself deeper, but also angled himself backward until nearly horizontal on the table. His dick pulsed and tore into Jonny’s hole.
“Still looks like there’s some room in there,” Jared said, pulling them both close to the table’s edge.
“Oh… God…” Jonny said, almost pleading. “No, no, no…”
“You’re telling me ‘no’,” Jared said as Trent slowed his thrusts, “but your ass is telling me ‘oh fuck yes!’”
Jared spat on his cock and pressed his shaft against Trent’s, its thickness hiding Trent’s completely. Then, without warning he held Trent’s legs firmly and started to push his dick inside with Trent’s.
Jonny’s vision and mind exploded with painful fireworks. He felt so incredibly full, on the brink of tearing completely apart.
Jared was the one moving now, his dick so big that it delivered pleasure to both Jonny’s ass and, due to the tightness it was causing in the hole, to Trent’s shaft as well.
“Fuck, bro,” Trent said, voice ragged. “I’m about to pop.”
“Damn, that feels so good Trent’s reverted to being a bro,” Jared said. “Go for it…”
Trent complied, his load surging into Jonny’s ass, churned into a pasty white batter by Jared’s thick rod, which had far more torment planned.
Jonny let out a whimper that was damn close to tears.
“Oh God…” he cried, cum starting to ooze out from his hard dick.
“Fuck him,” Jared ordered, pulling his cock out.
Jonny felt a tremendous rush of relief, like water in a tub that had one of those old-fashioned stoppers pulled.
Jared helped Jonny down. He was wobbling and Trent flipped himself over on the table.
Spinning around, Jonny plunged his drooling dick into Trent’s ass, moving back and forth slowly so he didn’t get off right away. Oh, he was on the brink alright, but riding the edge this close felt fucking amazing.
Jonny thought he could have managed a few more minutes, but Jared had other plans. He rammed himself into Jonny’s ass while he was still fucking Trent and within a few skin-splitting pumps, Jonny couldn’t hold back any longer, sending his cum deep into Trent’s hole. There was so much of it that it leaked out onto the tabletop and floor.
“You better keep riding this train,” Jared said, slapping Jonny’s ass with an open palm before latching hold of his waist.
A red handprint started to form on Jonny’s milky skin and his legs were trembling. He buckled but Jared’s powerful grip kept him up, right where he needed to be.
“Almost there,” Jared said after a few more long pumps. Pulling out, his veined dick pulsed. Thick ropes shot across Jonny’s ass, back, even his neck, splashing droplets of cum into his brown hair.
Jonny collapsed onto Trent, his body shuddering as they kissed.
Jared was still shooting, and once the last spurt oozed out from his monstrous cock, he laid it between Jonny’s ass cheeks and looked proudly at his handiwork.
“Fuck that’s a mess,” he said, so low it was incoherent to the others. “Always looking like a damn glazed donut.”
Trent and Jonny didn’t care, resting in their respective positions for a few minutes. The quiet was bliss.
Trent was the first to break the silence.
“Well, you’ve caused me to break my rules in the house, Jonny-boy. I’m not sure I can look at myself in the mirror anymore.”
“Sure, you can,” Jonny said with a laugh. “You’re just knocked down a peg or two.”
“There’s a reason I set up that rule in the first place, though,” Trent said.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, because there’s no cleaning lady to come and wipe up his mess,” Jared answered on his behalf. “Poor Lisa. I hope you’re paying her well, T-bag.”
“I pay her well enough.”
“In cash or dick?” Jonny joked.
Jared laughed. Trent didn’t.
“Yeah, yeah, look at Mr. Jonny Smartass over here. Thinks he has the big balls now that he’s had a piece.” Trent raised a middle finger, waving it around so he was sure both of them could see it. “Damn you and this J-effect, man. Damn you.”
All three chuckled and started to get up from the table.
“I’m so glad I found you guys,” Jonny said.
“Same here,” Jared said.
Trent just grunted, wiping some stray spit from his beard.
“I really don’t want this to end guys,” Jonny said, walking over to the paper towel rack. He ripped one off and dabbed it around his body. “What am I going to do without seeing you every day?”
“Suffer,” said Trent plainly.
“Be bored,” said Jared at once.
“Well thanks, you two pieces of shit.”
“Hey now,” Trent said innocently, “such language.”
A mischievous twinkle formed in his eyes.
“Oh gosh, what do you have planned, man?” Jared asked cautiously.
As always, Trent’s cock seemed to grow when he had that look in his eyes. He lowered a hand, grabbing hold of the base before giving it a long, tender stroke.
“Well,” he said casually, already teasing a strand of precum out of the tip, “you do realize that Memorial Day weekend is just a couple months away? After that, it’s an eternity before your next semesters kick off…”
Jonny and Jared considered what Tent was saying, glancing at each other with hearts beating hard and fast in their chests. Huge smiles spread across their faces, gleaming brighter than the sun. Suddenly, the storm cloud that was thundering above their goodbyes disappeared, letting the three of them know that everything was going to be okay.
THE END