Chapter 2: Meeting Michael’s Friends

As it turned out the reason for the unlocked door was that his apartment wasn’t empty but instead the living room had three other guys planted in one position or another playing some silly video game. My heart sank as my dreams of an all- day fucking session were apparently not to be realized today. What the hell were these guys doing over here? I had never seen them; for that matter I had never seen anyone before in Michael’s apartment.

Michael acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and quickly introduced me to his buddies. There was Rob, 22 years old but looked not a day over eighteen with a youthful face and long hair, was apparently a neighbor friend. Jeremy was 24 and a coworker from where Michael worked as was Dave, the oldest at 26. To be honest, they all looked pretty hot and under different circumstance, I could imagine some interesting times together but today had my heart set on being fucked continuously and THAT was not going to happen now, no matter who these guys were.

Michael must have seen the disappointment in my face and he hugged me. Then he did something I had NOT expected him to do - he kissed me and cupped my crotch in his hands right in front of the other guys!

“David!” I exclaimed, wondering what the hell was going on.

David laughed as did the other guys and I looked at him, wondering what was the story.

“Don’t worry, I told them all about you,” David said, rubbing my crotch again as if to drive home the point.

“You WHAT?” I asked him pointedly, “Just what does THAT mean?”

“He said you were a slut who loved being fucked,” Dave spoke up at this point. As the oldest, he seemed to be the most forward, even more so than Michael. The straightforward tone of his voice softened the words somewhat so they didn’t seem as outrageous as what they might have. It was if he was saying I was a waitress who enjoying working at the local bar. I looked at David who just shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, you DID say you were proud of it, didn’t you?” he said, his face looking like “who me?”

“I didn’t say you could tell all your friends though, did I?” I countered, “and just what else did you tell them?”

Jeremy spoke up for the first time at that. He pointed at Michael and laughed, saying, “He said you dreamed of being fucked all day and dumb fuck over here was scared he couldn’t do it so he called in the cavalry.”

THAT was not at all what I expected to hear. I looked at Michael, this time with more of an accusing look than anything else. What in the world was he up to?

“I didn’t think you would mind,” he said lamely.

“Mind??? You mean you never thought you might ASK before you called your friends over and invited them to have a good time fucking me?”

David spoke up again and I was quickly getting the idea he was not going to be my favorite from the hint of arrogance in his voice.

“Hey, give Mike a break. From the sounds of it I don’t think you mind the idea all that much. You don’t exactly look like the type that says ‘no’ very often so cut the BS.”

Now THAT wasn’t going to go unanswered, even if he was correct I couldn’t let him get away with being so nasty to me so I stepped over to him and slapped him across the face. It was a pretty hard slap at that and my hand stung a bit afterwards so I knew his cheek must have hurt, especially from the way it was reddening. Rather than getting mad though, David just laughed and rubbed the side of his face gingerly.

“Damn Mike, she’s a feisty one, isn’t she. Does she fuck as good as she hits?”

Mike started to say something but when he say the look on my face he quickly retreated and shut up. I put my hands on my hips and stared at Dave.

“For your information mister, I fuck BETTER than that; not that YOU’LL ever know.”

Everyone but David was whooping it up and laughing at that. David didn’t get angry though and if anything, he just smiled and I realized he knew full well it was just a little game between the two of us and that sooner or later he would be fucking me no matter how much bluster I may put up in front of the other guys.

“So what’s the story, Michael?” I finally asked after it had calmed down a bit.

Michael hesitated and then looked at the other guys, all of them looking at him as if to say get it over with and tell her!

“Well, you said you wanted to have a cock in you all day and night,” he started out. I grinned and nodded so he continued, “But you didn’t say it had to be the same one, did you?”

I’d been suspecting as much but it was good to get it out in the open. Actually, the idea had not occurred to me. In my dreams when I would masturbate about this, it was always just one guy as my preference was to be with one guy at a time for these type of things. Being with multiple guys was fun at times but generally seemed too impersonal for me to want it that way too often. I prefer the intimacy of being with a single guy. Maybe it’s a little bit of ego and selfishness as well as I normally wouldn’t like to have to share a cock with another guy if I cared about him.

The more I thought about what Michael was proposing, the more interested I became. It DID address the major concern I had, which was how he would stay hard enough to keep in me for a long time and when he got sift, how would I keep him from slipping out? With four guys working in shifts, the odds of going a full 24 hours with a hard cock in me the whole time were greatly improved.

“Well, I guess the IDEA is OK, but what about their cocks, especially Mr. Big Mouth’s over there?” I said, pointing at Dave, “I don’t want no tiny dicks, you know.”

Inwardly I cringed at my crude English but it seemed to fit the moment. Frankly, I could have cared less about their cock sizes so long as they had something between their legs. I was just trying to give them a bit of a hard time by making them worry about whether they were adequate or not. Every guy in the world seems to worry if his cock size is OK so why not make them sweat a little?

They looked at me as if uncertain what I wanted so I put it more bluntly for them. “Let’s see em’ guys, pull out those boys for me get a look at.”

The four of them looked at each other as I think I caught them off-guard a bit. Dave was the first to comply - what a surprise. He pulled his jeans down and then his boxers, revealed a rather impressive dick at that. It was flaccid but looked to have potential. It’s really hard to judge a guy’s erection size when he is soft and many a guy has surprised me when my expectations weren’t met. It worked both ways - guys with big soft cocks didn’t grow much when they hardened while some guys had what appeared to be tiny dicks when they were soft but grew like a balloon when they got excited.

Dave’s dick looked pretty decent even when soft but not TOO big which was usually a good indicator for later. I knew Michael’s cock quite intimately by now so I didn’t pay his a lot of attention at this moment. Jeremy was right on the heels of Dave and looked to have an average dick. Nothing to write home about but adequate for the job at hand. From the way Rob was hemming and hawing, delaying taking down his pants, I had a bad feeling that he was going to have a cock as youthful as his looks. Dave was sitting next to him and slapped him on the back.