With a four-month-long, pussy-less dearth, it seemed the women I had dated all wanted a long-term thing. I wasn't ready for that, so I did the only thing that would remove the backlog in my balls.

I called Gary.

He picked up on the second ring like he’d been expecting me.

“Well…, well,” he said, that familiar grin practically visible through the phone. “Look who finally remembered I exist.”

We traded a few standard exchanges—weather, work, anything exciting. “Yes, a new place with a new setup.”

There was something in his tone that sounded exciting, like something wasn't being said.

"What's your new address?"

He gave me the address with some verbal instructions on how to find his new digs.

A short fifteen-minute drive later, I arrived at the apartment complex. I was surprised because there were two other guys there. You think he would have mentioned that on the phone.

Gary introduced me to his roommate, Greg. He was about six foot six and looked like a football player. The other guy's name was Bill. He was short, maybe five foot six. This was the first time Gary had ever had a roommate. Maybe between my visits, money had gotten tight during these last few months.

We all sat down. Bill was opposite me, with Greg and Gary on the sofa. Bill's eyes seemed to be looking me over, apparently trying to size me up. Greg seemed like a nice guy, not as intense as Bill. They made an odd couple, sort of a Mutt and Jeff dichotomy. I think they were dating?

Gary had gone to his bedroom and come out with four joints. We fired up those doobees. About halfway through the one I was smoking, I started to feel the effects. I could feel myself relaxing.

Bill asked a few more questions and then blurted out, "I'd like to suck your cock!"

"What?" I replied.

"You heard me. I'd like to suck your cock."

“Bill is always out front with his thoughts,” Gary said with a shrug, like it was something he’d long tried to stop smoothing over. “No filter, no warm-up. You’ll get used to it.”

Bill grinned, completely unapologetic. “Saves time,” he added. “No point beating around the bush. So...what do you think?"

Was this a test or a tease? I decided to call his bluff.

"I don't see anyone stopping you," I replied with a smirk of my own, totally expecting him to laugh it off, but he got up. This was turning into a game of chicken.

He stood in front of me, pushed my legs apart and knelt between them. He ran his hands up and down my inner thighs. I decided I wasn't going to chicken out first; besides, it was feeling pretty good.

Bill pushed his hands up to my growing cock and balls and gave them a squeeze.

"Mmmm…nice package."

He unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. By now, my cock was nearly hard when I felt his hand squeeze it.

"Take off those pants and underwear!"

The weed had dropped my resistance to near-zero, and along with my desperation for cock relief, I stripped. Bill began licking my cock's head. Once it was thoroughly wetted, he slipped it in his mouth and began sucking me with earnestness.

Gary stood up and moved to where I was seated next to the armrest on my left. He knew how nonexistent my judgment was when I was high and seemed ready to test to see if I had any limits left.

His pants fell to the floor, and since he never wore underwear, his cock sprang out. The sight of movement in my periphery caused me to turn his way. He rubbed his cock's head over my lips. I couldn't help myself as my mouth opened to accept his seven-inch sausage. He began to pump his hips—fucking my mouth.

Greg stood and headed for the other armrest, pulling out his huge cock. It was about eight inches and two inches thick. He wrapped my hand around it, and I instinctively began stroking his meat.

Gary's hips thrust forward and blasted a load down my throat. Once I had swallowed it, Bill ordered Greg to take my place in the chair and for me to suck him.

I crawled between Greg’s legs and took in the details of his lovely cock. Soon I was bobbing up and down on him like a fishing cork in a school of minnows.

Bill ran his hands over my ass, then spread my cheeks. I felt his pleasure pole pressing against my rosebud. With my judgement dulled, I was being led to a state of total submission. My cock was creating a puddle of precum on the carpet. Bill's cock was leaking, too, so he wetted the entrance to my boi cunt before pushing it into me. I was being spit-roasted, and it felt great.

His hands gripped my waist as he began pumping me like a runaway oil derrick. I could hear his balls slapping against my ass while I deep-throated Greg. Bill slammed into my ass a few more times, then released a flood of cum inside my boi cunt.

Gary had gotten hard again and wanted another turn. His cock slipped easily inside my pre-soaked cunt. I could feel Bill's cum dripping out of my ass and down my balls, but I didn't care. I had never felt so full and sexually alive before.

Greg launched a huge load down my throat, which I gulped down like a desert nomad at an oasis.

Having cum once already, Gary was ready for a second round. He pounded my boi cunt for several minutes before unloading again. By that time, Greg had gotten hard again.

He said, "Well, Jim, it looks like the guys have stretched you enough to take Big Willy here.

Using Bill's and Gary's cum, he lubed up Big Willy and began to push it slowly into me. Fuck, I felt like a log being split in half. I begged him to let me catch my breath before pushing any more.

Bill just covered my mouth, saying, "Fuck 'em good, Greg. Bury Big Willy in his cunt. You know he wants it."

Greg pushed deeper into unexplored territory, then picked up his rhythm, and Bill plopped down in the chair with his cock stiff and ready for his turn in my mouth. Greg's thick cock had my shrunken cock as it drooled a steady stream of precum.

It wasn't long before I began to feel something welling up. It was a feeling I'd never experienced. I was tingling from deep inside me. Suddenly, my shrunken cock erupted and began oozing a constant stream of cum from my overloaded balls. My cock wasn't even hard.

Bill saw it and said, "He's having a sissygasm," as he emptied his balls down my throat.

Greg grabbed my cock with two fingers and stroked it while pounding my ass. The room was starting to spin, and my vision began to fade from the outer region inward. With one final push, I could feel Greg's cock jerk as he unloaded his cock into me. He pulled out near the end and fired a couple of blasts on my ass for good measure.

Slapping it, he said, "Now you've been really fucked."

After lying on the floor for five or six minutes, I staggered my way to the bathroom and cleaned up a bit, then put on my clothes. As I began to leave, Bill and Greg gave me their numbers just in case I needed another spit-roasting in the near future.