hunks of man-meat, if only (so far) in my dreams.

So, Brett comes in and asks the usual – “Gotta room? I need one bad, man, and we can’t go to her place.”

I said (trying to regain control of my voice, and to keep my tongue from lolling out of my mouth and across the desk to one of his bronzed, erect nipples and licking it like a lollipop), “I don’t have anything clean – we only have one room left, that a salesman used for a meeting (he says), and he left after the maids did, so it never got cleaned. You can have that, but I don’t know what kind of shape it’s in.”

Brett grinned and said “Great, man – if we need clean sheets I’ll call.” Then he looked back at the chick in the car, and jerked a thumb at her and grinned again and said, “She likes group-gropes – maybe after I get mine first you can come join us!”

I grinned at that myself and said “Sure, why not?” I had been to a few campus parties with Cory and Brett and about 20 other guys & chicks, where everybody wound up in a tangled, naked heap in the middle of the floor – no one was quite sure who was stroking, licking, fingering, or kissing whom, and I had used those times to occasionally cop a feel of Brett’s firm, muscular bubble-butt, or a quick wank on Cory’s hot salami (Cory may have been built slender in body, but his cock was f***ing huge!)

I tossed Brett the key-card and he grinned again and said “Thanks, man – later!” and swaggered out to the car again, his tight jeans visibly tented. The girl – whom I did not recognize – was in for a rough night, by the look of it…

About midnight or so I got a call from Brett – “C’mon over – she wants you to join us!” I hung up and headed for their room, in my t-shirt, cargo shorts (no underwear), and flip-flops. I used my manager’s keycard on the room, and they were both in the badly rumpled bed, both naked, both sweaty, and both looking hungry.

Brett pipes up, “C’mon in, the water’s fine!” This sent them both into a fit of uncontrollable giggles, which the faint scent of marijuana doubtless contributed to.

I stood by the side of the bed and the girl looked up at me – “Hi, I’m Michelle. Now get naked!” And she grabbed my shorts and yanked them down around my ankles.

I peeled off my t-shirt and joined them, and with Brett on one side and me on the other, we explored quite a bit of Michelle-flesh. Brett was a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am type of guy, so he probably had not gotten much past her twat before calling me. I take things