RONJON PART IV:

The Gang’s All Here…

After Jon of the deep, dark, lustrous eyes left my bed to go take a shower, I thought about joining him under the water, but I was not awake enough yet for that (although that, and much more, would come later…) I lay there for a while, snuggled under the covers, thinking about all that had happened in the last week or so.

I’d had sex, at separate times, with both Ron and Jon. My couplings with them had produced ‘firsts’ for both – the first time Ron had been fucked by another man, and the first time Jon had fucked another man. While I didn’t think that either of them knew that I had also screwed the other, that would soon come out, and probably the sooner the better.

The other ‘coming out’ was that now, at least two people outside of my very close circle of extremely confidential friends (maybe more, based on Jon’s comment) knew of my sexual preferences, so I would doubtless be ‘outed’ to the rest of the house inmates as well, maybe to the whole campus. I wasn’t sure I was ready for that, but I also thought that maybe I was.

My biggest concerns right now were: 1) how to let them both know that I had done the deed with them both, in a consensual, no-strings-attached, spontaneous, fuck-buddy mode; and 2) that I wanted to keep it that way, no big romance, no hurt feelings, just occasional hot sex, with both of them – either separately or together, but preferably together.

This last was a new one for me – I had not had a great deal of sexual experience so far when I took on these two, but they both had their advantages, and my early-morning, free-associative, post-coital mental meanderings had planted a three-way seed, which quickly took root and blossomed. I took stock of both of my new partners – Ron had the better body, and a huge tool, and that wild, insatiable libido, but he was also more detached, more mechanical, and I could only take so much of him at any one time. Jon was softer, definitely not magazine pin-up material, and with smaller equipment, but I was beginning to have more feeling for him (when he was not being too depressed – and depressing), and when he smiled at me, it seemed that there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to make him smile.

So, my next problem became: how to go about making myself the meat in the middle of their sexual sandwich!

I thought about several schemes, invented several scenarios, and finally gave it up. Jon had gone back to his and Ron’s room, and it was time for me to get up also and get on with classes. Through the heater vent, I heard Jon moving around in their room very quietly, so I knew that Ron and his bimbo-of-the-night were not stirring yet.