I followed Johnny and Stu as we worked our way back up to Dupont Circle. That's as far as Johnny knew. He waited for me to take the point as we passed the stone fountain and the silent benches. Johnny knew by the way I was looking at Stu, I was leading them directly to the apartment. He gave me that knowing little smile of his. I ignored it, walking straight across the circle and out the other side with them in tow. The last few blocks had been only footsteps on the concrete after Johnny ran out of things to say about himself.

Stu seemed to be up for whatever it was we were going to do when we reached safe haven. He stood behind Johnny as I let them into the apartment, but I could still see a portion of his jeans where they poked out most with the excitement of expectancy that had no doubt been working on his libido as we walked. I glanced down as he brushed past me, wanting to feel what was so pressing upon his mind as well as his jeans.

Fearful I'd stampede the boy wonder back to parts unknown, I stayed satisfied with the quick look that told me he knew how to pack himself into a pair of blue jeans. He paid no attention to me or my attempts to position myself to get a better view, or the places my eyes took me each time I looked in his direction. After getting the door closed, I considered if rape would be out of order if Stu decided he wasn't up for play. It was rare I saw someone I had to have, but Stu was growing on me in a way he would have been familiar with, and I rearranged myself while my back was turned.

I went to the lamp in the corner of the room as Johnny inspected the space. I'm sure he was already checking it out to see where he could put his things. Stu stood directly in front of the door, and less than a full step inside the apartment. Johnny wandered into the hall to inspect the kitchen on one side and the bathroom directly across on the opposite side. I probably shouldn't have brought them, but I had a feeling that I would end up with some action that I found myself suddenly craving.

"I shouldn't be here long," Stu said, shifting from one foot to the other as he guarded the door, placing his hand on the doorknob to assure its safety.

"Why not?" Johnny asked. "It's cool and you're so horny you can't stand it. You'll stay. You stain your underwear yet?"

"Might get lucky tonight. Grady and I go looking for chicks when the bars get going good," Stu said, trying to hide what was in his too tight jeans with his free hand, but it couldn't be hidden. "I'll just stay a few minutes, okay."

"Grady told me you hadn't made out since you got here. I doubt this will suddenly become your lucky night. He said he was climbing the walls and tired of running around with two guys that didn't know shit from Shinola," Johnny said, turning around in the hallway to survey the rest of the apartment before looking directly at Stu. "That's why he's been leaving the barracks before you two get back from work. He wants a sure thing as opposed to your illusive bird in the bush. He never talks about only having a minute. He knows how to use what he's got."

"When did you see Grady? Since that time he was with me and Mike?" Stu asked.

"Two, no three times since the three of you went with me to Lincoln Memorial. He comes to the Rail early in the evening. I told him where to find me. He likes getting it out of the way so he can concentrate on drinking. After going all week with you guys, he likes to get some relief."

"You're telling a lie. He never said he saw you," Stu said. "You're making this up. Grady has a girl at home. He wouldn't ..."

"You going to tell him you saw me? Think about it, Stu. He likes getting blown. It isn't something he's going to announce to the barracks. He's used to getting it any time he wants. Now, he does without unless I take care of it for him. Like you want me to take care of you right now."

"No. I don't want them to know I ..."

"He feels the same way, Stu," Johnny said. "Take off your shirt."

"My shirt? Why don't you get on it so I can get out of here," Stu said. "I'm too nervous with the two of you here. I don't want to do it with two guys. I don't even know him. I hardly know you. I'm not that horny."

"You knew me well enough the first hour we met to let me on your dick. Take off your shirt, I want him to see your chest. You have an awesome chest," Johnny said, feeling it through the white T-shirt.

"He don't want to see my chest," Stu said. "It's no big deal. I'm puny up against most of the guys in my barracks. Those guys have real chests."

"Do you want to see his chest, Rick? It's awesome. Boys got a body on him," Johnny said. "He could model. Show him Stu. Quit pretending you're hard to get. You know you like showing it off. It's only your chest."

"Sure," I said. "It looks pretty nice from here. Do I get to touch it?"

I had been enjoying the way his clothes fit him, thinking that was what I would get out of this little drama. I was detecting some vulnerability coming from Stu as he spoke nervously, always keeping his hand on the doorknob, and speaking of leaving, but not turning the knob. There was only one thing keeping him there. A glance at the front of his pants while Johnny felt up under his T-shirt showed no sign of his erection giving up any time soon. That made me believe he wasn't going anywhere until he got what he came for.

Stu threw his arms straight up, sliding the shirt up over his head as he said, "Just feel for a few minutes and then blow me so I can meet my friends. I usually don't let guys do this but I've let you do a lot more. I guess its cool."

I watched for the two light blond clumps of hair under his arms. It was darker than the hair on his head. It was longer than the hair on his head. Johnny took Stu's shirt, shaking it out before folding it and putting it neatly on the back of the couch like it wasn't going to be used for awhile. He turned around, placing both of his hands on Stu's body, feeling him from down near his belt up to his shoulders.

"What a fucking body," Johnny said. "Come on and feel it. Boy's got muscles. You haven't seen his fucking dick yet. Fat fucker never gives up. Even stays hard after he cums. Tell him what a fucking stud you are."

Stu watched Johnny closely as he talked about him and played with his body. He didn't reach for the shirt or act like he was under any major stress, and he sure was doing an excellent job of keeping those damn jeans filled out. My face was hot from watching Johnny play with him, but when his hand started rubbing that bulge, Stu's hips went into gear as he watched the hand massaging his erection. He seemed oblivious to me watching them.

Johnny seemed way too bold unless he knew more about Stu than he was letting on. Stu's wasn't a big guy but his chest was cut deep with two perfect round plump pink nipples. His chest and shoulders bulged with hard muscles, and they were covered in light brown freckles that played well on his pale complexion. Stu's arms were impressive when you considered his size. They were well defined and fit the strength of his upper body.

The bulge in the front of Johnny's pants worked its way onto Stu's thigh as he stayed with his back pressed against the door. Johnny's hand plunged out of sight when Stu inadvertently sucked his stomach in when Johnny's hand moved down off his chest toward his belly button. Even with Johnny fucking his leg, Stu did not reach for the knob.

"Feel it, Rick. It's like steal. His whole body's like that. His legs are solid muscle, not to mention his dick," Johnny said, smiling as he felt it with half of his arm below the elbow invisible inside Stu's pants. "He just got out of basic a few weeks ago. What a fucking body! Ain't been laid in six months. I like guys that want it bad. You want it bad, Stu? Or you want me to stop?"

"No. It's cool. He don't want to feel it," Stu said. "You do want to suck it, so why don't you just go ahead and do that. You've felt me enough already."

"Sorry, we're using his apartment. You've got to give him a little something for his trouble. What difference does it make? Two hands, four hands, you like having your body felt up. You know you do. Tell him he can touch you, and we'll get to taking care of this little problem a lot faster. You good for two or three this time?"

"Just one would be great if you'd get on it. He can touch it but that's all, okay. Let's go ahead and do it," Stu said, talking to just Johnny. "I'm going to do it in my pants you keep that up."

"Last time we met up he shot off twice in about five minutes and he wanted another one before he went back to the barracks. I told him if he met me without his friends he'd have a lot more fun, didn't I Stu?"

"Yeah! Sure." Stu agreed.

I'd never see him again, so I moved across the room and put my hand on his warm skin, carefully feeling one side of his chest before measuring it against the other side. Sweat appeared under my palm as it moved on his skin. I still had a light jacket on and it wasn't all that warm. My hand moved beads of sweat around his stomach as I leaned closer to him to increase the heat he felt.

I heard Johnny moving Stu's zipper down as I felt up under his arms, remembering the slight tufts of hair from when he stripped out of his T-shirt. He raised one arm and then the other to give me access as my hand moved back and forth across his solid chest. He watched Johnny's hand moving into the opening in his pants. Johnny worked his face in-between Stu's neck and shoulder before rocking him and me while humping his leg with forceful thrusts. Stu showed no sign of bolting or raising any prolonged protest as the two sets of hands moved over his bare skin, with one hanging out of his zipper.

Sensing it was getting warm after all, I dropped my jacket on the floor before surround his unoccupied thigh with my legs, moving my face up against his as I started humping him more gently than Johnny could. For the first time Stu looked toward me to watch as I put one hand on his stomach while moving the other one around him, placing it in the middle of his back. He hesitated before letting his cheek brush back against mine. While I did a slow grind I turned my face so that my lips were against his cheek.

I watched as his lips separated slightly to show me his even white teeth. He panted hot air on my bare arm as I leaned my face back to look at his. Stu looked helpless as I humped away, but he also looked like he wanted to get kissed. I first placed my lips back on his cheek, nibbling gently while brushing as much of his smooth warm cheek with them as I could. His breathing became more difficult. I contemplated mouth to mouth.

"Take it out," Johnny ordered, just as I felt myself struggling to get enough air while closing the distance between my lips and his lips.

"What?" Stu said, unable to take his eyes out of mine while his lips seemed to be drawing closer to mine.

"Shit! What are you here for? You going to blow yourself? Take it out," Johnny said. "Quit wasting our time. You act like you don't know the routine."

I didn't watch him flip his cock out, but I knew when he did it by the way his hips armed move that he did what he was instructed to do. He kept staring into my eyes with his face looking peaceful, which was surprising considering his new exposure. He blinked while his lips were being drawn ever so slightly toward mine. I could feel the heat from his skin when I backed my lips away so he could turn his under mine if that's what he had in mind. I could also see the wide top of his very white dick. I pulled my shirt off so my chest could press against his when the kissing started. Stu's lips kept whispering no, no, but everything else about him was saying, Yes! YES! YES!

I leaned my forearm against the door to support my activities and his face pressed against it just above my elbow. His right hand slid up my bare back so he could guide me in closer to him. My reticence in letting Johnny know anything about what I liked and wanted dissolved with the discovery that there was no way to resist the desire my new found friend placed up against my own. My mind seized upon the idea that I had to know what kissing him was like. I leaned my face into his, knowing in my heart he would respond when I placed my lips on his. Then we'd be swept away in passion.

"Take mine out," Johnny said, breaking the trance that had been building between Stu and I.

His voice was like when I was a kid and I'd hear my mother calling me in the middle of this most fantastic wet dream, the one when all the guys from the swim team were about to strip naked for me to take care of their needs. Stu's focus was gone and our connection was rudely broken. I wanted to get rid of Johnny but without him, there would be no Stu. I knew he was part of the scene whether or not I liked it. I figured liking it was the best idea.

"What?" Stu said, looking down at Johnny's zipper and away from my face.

"Unzip my pants and take my dick out," Johnny said, rubbing Stu's hand on the bulge in his pants. "His too. Let's get this fucking show on the road. Take off your fucking jeans. I'm tired of scrapping my dick. I want to fuck my dick up and down your bare leg. Get my dick out or you can go back to the barracks horny for all I care. Let your buddies show you what they really like to do when you aren't around. They're a lot more fun than you are."

Johnny stood back with his hands folded in front of him, trying to look intimidating. I kept my face close to Stu's, hoping there was some way to recapture what it was that was going down before Johnny figured out he needed assistance in getting his fucking zipper down.

I couldn't resist watching Stu's hands as he fumbled nervously with Johnny's zipper. By the time he steadied himself he was holding Johnny's erection, sliding it through one hand and then the other, studying its size, length, and texture. He was obviously captivated by the idea of having Johnny's cock in his hands. He massaged the length of it with even strokes, using one hand to make sure none of it was left inside Johnny's jeans.

Johnny poked his hips out leaning back so there was no doubt about his accessibility. He took Stu's arm by the elbow so he couldn't suddenly decide he didn't like touching him. Johnny was not obnoxious for one of the few times since I'd met him. He said nothing as his hips moved in time with the hand that was encouraging him to respond more and more. Stu's other hand moved to Johnny's hip, as he held him there. Both of them seemed determined to get some result out of their contact, each seeming more enraptured than the other did. I felt left out again.

I found myself drawn to their lustful mingling. I had thought of getting involved with Johnny before I was around him long enough to lose the attraction. I was a bit jealous that they were giving one another pleasure without inviting me to play. Johnny reached for Stu's dick, squeezing it as it stuck stiff as a poker out of his pants. Stu responded with his hopes and dreams coming alive as he groaned out his approval.

I could see both of them clearly as I looked down to view their holdings. Their dicks were as different as they were. Johnny's was longer, thinner, and almost red it was so dark. Stu's was shorter, thicker, and white. He stroked Johnny faster as his focus had definitely changed. Stu leaned away from me, unfastening his jeans and sliding them and his underwear down to release what was left of his inhibition. Got out of them. His hard white ass brushed my leg, causing my dick to pulse in my jeans.

His face was right next to Johnny's dick as he slid his jeans out of the way. He seemed destined to envelop it with his lips as he turned it to study the erect dick. Once again I was jealous of what he was about to do. I wanted to suck Johnny off. I wanted to suck Stu off. I wanted to fuck Stu, and I pressed the front of my jeans into the crack of his ass. I put my hands on top of his thighs and in-between his legs as I ground myself into his cleavage.

"Suck me," Johnny said in a low almost inaudible plea. "Suck it for just a minute."


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