Chapter 18

Faith

 

        We were laying on the bed just relaxing.  This felt right, the three of us.  I looked around the dorm room.

        Mason’s side was fairly neat and Logan’s side was fairly sloppy.  There was a football poster, some football trophies, a pile of video games---  Nothing much in the way of pictures though.  I thought about asking if they had any pictures of their family, but decided against it.  That would be kind of a sore topic, especially for Mason.

        Someone’s cell phone started ringing.  Logan got out of bed to find it.  After a few seconds of searching through the clothes, he came up with his phone and answered it.

        “Yeah?”

        It was Kyle and he was angry.  He was being so loud, we could hear him even though he wasn’t on speaker.

        “Cooper, where’s my money?” demanded Kyle.  “I’m getting impatient.”

        “Relax, you know I got it,” dismissed Logan.  “I paid you before.”

        “Yeah, late!  I want a payment!  You owe me $212K, Cooper!  I want at least $50K by the end of the week!  Cash!”

        “Cash?  You wanna briefcase with that?”

        “I don’t care if you put it in a God damned trash bag!  You get my money, Cooper!  You don’t want this to escalate!”

        “Escalate how?  You gonna go to your rich daddy and cry?”

        “Uh, no.  You’re not the only musclehead that owes me.  I got three guys on your team that owe me around five grand.  I will wipe their slate clean to break your knees!”

        “Whoa-whoa-whoa!  Calm down, Kyle!” Logan’s eyebrows were pulled together, and he looked worried.

        “You fuckin’ calm down!  You take this shit serious, Cooper!  I want my money!  You hear me!  Get my money!” Kyle yelled.

        “You don’t even need the money!”

        “You come into my frat house, making out with my ex in front of me!  You fucked with me, Cooper!  Now I’m going to fuck with you!”

        Logan hung up and turned around.  Mason and I were both looking at him.

        “What?” he said innocently.

        “Look, if we’re going to be in this, we can’t hide secrets from each other,” I stated.  “Tell me what’s going on, right now.”

        “We don’t have the money for your house,” Mason said disappointed, looking away from me.  “We, uh, bet on the game.”

        “You guys aren’t allowed to bet on football!  You’re in football!”  I was shocked they had risked so much.

        “I know, I know,” said Logan, sitting on the edge of the bed and running a hand through his blond hair.  “But it was an easy bet!  We would’ve killed that team if our quarterback didn’t get taken out.  No offense, bro.”

        “No-no, I get it,” said Mason, throwing an arm over his eyes.

        “So, wait, you bet $200,000?!  Are you insane?!”

        “Is that not enough?  How much is your parent’s house worth?” asked Logan.

        “$200,000 is right, that’s about what they owe, but how could you place a bet for that much.  That’s crazy!” I snapped, getting up and stalking around the room.

        “Well, why are you mad?” said Logan.  “It wasn’t your plan.”

        “Yeah, but you did for me!  And now I feel partially responsible!” I said in frustration.

        “I can’t help but feel I played a small part in this as well,” said Mason.

        “Yeah, you blew a three touchdown lead!” snapped Logan.

        Mason frowned at his brother, but at least he seemed to be getting over the game.  He didn’t spiral into depression or end up in a fetal position on the bed.

        “Logan, you idiot!  Why did you do that?!  You barely know me!  I couldn’t take that kind of money!  My parents would’ve never taken it!” I continued, ranting.

        “Oh, it’s not that big a deal,” he dismissed.  “Our parents are rich.”

        “You keep saying that!”

        “He does,” confirmed Mason, still not looking at us.  “He says it all the time.”

        “Even if your parents are that rich, few people can throw away $200K on a stranger.” I said.  “Your father would never pay that money.”

        “Wait,” said Mason, moving his arm so he could look up at me.  “We just have to get back on dad’s good side and explain to him how important you are to us.”

        “I don’t think telling your dad that you’re in a polyamorous relationship with a woman who needs thousands of dollars is a good idea,” I said.  “Plus, now you would have to ask for like $250K to break even.”

        “You’re good at math,” said Logan.

        “And you are not!” I snapped.  “Sorry-sorry.  This is just stressful and frustrating.  I don’t mean to snap at you.”

        “It’s okay, I deserve it,” said Logan.  His face had fallen.  He looked away from us and out the window.  “I made a mess of this.”

        “I’m sorry too,” said Mason, looking into my eyes.

        I ended up making out with Mason.  It probably was inappropriate in that moment with Logan sitting on the bed beating himself up, but I just couldn’t resist.  Mason had a way of looking at you that drew me in.  Plus I was still intoxicated from all the sex and the musky smell of the room had kept me going even through this entire discussion.  Mason instantly became hard again and I started to hope that there were at least two more condoms somewhere in the room.  Just as I started to stroke Mason’s cock, Logan snapped to attention with an idea.

        “I got it!” he suddenly said.

        Mason and I snapped out of it like we had been paying attention the entire time.

        “Um, what?” I asked.

        “The frat guys are having a poker night,” said Logan turning towards us.  “Hey! Wait!  Were you guys just--- Nevermind.  Anyhow, some of the richest students on campus play in this poker game.  I got just enough money left I could buy in.  I could win the tournament and cover our debt!”

        “More gambling?” I said.  “You want to solve your gambling debts with more gambling?  Does that make any sense to you?!”

        “Makes perfect sense to me or I wouldn’t have said it,” countered Logan.  “Besides, do you have a better idea?”

        “Admittedly no,” I said.  “But it still seems like a bad idea.  What if you just end up owing even more money?”

        “At this point, it doesn’t make a difference,” said Mason.  “Either dad will bail us out or we’ll be screwed.  Either way, I think we’re pretty screwed if you don’t win this Logan.”

        “I’m a total card shark!” assured Logan, getting out a deck of cards.  “Watch.”

        Logan attempted to do a trick shuffle with the cards and dropped them all over the floor.

        “That wasn’t the trick,” he said.  “My hands are still a little slick.”

        “You know, you don’t have to show us,” I said, rubbing my temples.  “Just win the damned card game.”

        We sat back on the bed and lounged for a little while longer.  Mason and Logan started kissing me again and I knew if I stayed, we’d be having sex all day.

        “I should go,” I said.

        “Stay,” said Mason.

        “Okay,” I said.

        Mason found two more condoms in the room and we kissed for several minutes while fondling each other.  Logan reached into my snatch and fingerfucked me until I was nice and wet again.

        “Mmm!  That’s nice!” I whispered.

        Then Logan squirted the KY up my ass.  I could feel the cool gel fill me and it was a surprising sensation.

        “Ooo!” I squeaked.

        Then Mason kissed me deeply and slid his amazing cock into my waiting pussy.  God, every time with him was like the first time!  I felt so stretched.   Every cell in my body was on fire with desire!  Then Logan teased my ass and then slowly fucked it.  It was so tight!  I was jammed packed, full of cock.

        The boys worked me.  They went in and out, alternating their movement so I could feel each hole stretch separately.  I came and came and came.  I just couldn’t stop cumming.  They pressed inside me, balls deep and I squealed loudly in delight.

        Being between their strong muscular bodies as their sweat and heat surrounded me was erotic and safe at the same time.  My whole body quivered from the orgasms and I tightened my holes on their steely erect poles of pleasure.  Then explosions inside me went off as I felt their condoms fill.  I shook losing complete control.

        The boys had me.  There was absolutely nothing I would not do for them and let them do to me.  Anything they wanted of me, they could have.  Take it all.  As long as I could experience this, I didn’t care.  Our raw lust overwhelmed me and I was left on the bed shaking, my dripping holes quivering and slowly closing again after being stretched to the limit.

        “Okay,” I said, dripping with sweat and bodily fluids.  “I have to get out of here or we’ll just end up fucking the entire day.”

        “Well, we have a shower, why don’t we get cleaned up?” suggested Mason.

        That seemed like a good idea, but of course once we got in there we immediately started fucking and sucking again.  By this time, we were out of condoms, so I knelt down and sucked them both off.  At this point, I expected their loads to barely be anything, but they just kept creating them.  Logan splattered across my breasts and Mason spurted onto my stomach.  This time, I let the shower wash it all off.

        My God, how many times could these guys cum in one day?  Any normal guys would be comatose by now, but my boys were just sex machines!  Guess that comes with being a near-professional athlete.

        Don’t get me wrong, I could keep cumming all day.  In fact, they both fingerfucked me in shower to several blissful orgasms, but still.  We had lost track of time and I had already missed one class.  If I didn’t get out of this room, I knew we’d end up fucking again and then showering and fucking again!

        Finally, I was getting dressed and the boys at least had their underwear on.

        “I can’t believe you guys,” I teased.  “Making me miss classes.  Thank you!”

        “Thank you,” said Mason seductively.  “We’ll see you tonight?”

        He kissed me and then leaned in for more kissing.  It immediately got hot and heavy again.

        “No-no!” I insisted.  “We can’t.  I have to leave.  Don’t make me get undressed again, I’m begging you.”

        “I’m begging you to stay,” said Mason playfully.  “You already missed one class.”

        “Yeah, you could call out the whole day,” said Logan.  “Who would care?”

        “No-no, you guys are bad,” I said.  “You two have class, don’t you?”

        “Yeah, but we’ll blow it off,” dismissed Logan.  “I’d blow off anything for you, Faith.”

        “I-I-I-I can’t,” I stammered.  “This is too much.  I should go.”

        Logan got up and stretched.  His muscles were like a living embodiment of the Adonis.  Each muscle rippled and moved as he moved and I could see the bulge through his underwear.  Somehow he was even sexier now that he had some clothes on.

        I had managed to get out into the hallway where the air was fresh and I realized I had been inside their room for hours, unaware of the deep musky smell that I had gotten used to.  It hit me again after a few seconds out in the hall, but I resisted.

        “No, I can’t,” I said, not really wanting to leave.  “You guys are awful.”

        “Well at least kiss me goodbye,” said Logan, looking sexy.

        I gave them each a peck on the cheek, shut the door and ran out of the room.  A few seconds later, I came running back in.  I slammed and locked the door and threw my book bag aside.

        “Fuck classes, this is better,” I said, leaping into Logan’s arms.

        We kissed and sucked and fucked for the next several hours.  I never made it to class that day and I didn’t care.  This was a day I’d remember on my deathbed and always smile.