Chapter 2

Plus, these guys were my only social outlet.

If they hadn’t dragged me out the weekend before school began, I

probably would have spent all of this year in my room or the

library studying. We were the perfect group to hang out together.

At twenty-five, I was determined to do well in law school, so I

made sure we studied hard, and they made sure we played hard.

In the three years after college I had

worked like a dog trying to save for law school. I had saved a lot

anticipating awful tuition prices. Luckily, Suncoast University’s

Wynthrop School of Law offered me a full scholarship. Now, I

actually had a little socializing money, but even when going to a

dive bar like The Cove, things added up.

Derek leaned closer to me and I could smell

his breath—beer on top of mouthwash. I must have been a little

drunk, because it smelled really good to me. I moved my head a

little nearer to smell it.

“I wish I could think of a way to thank

you,” he said, turning his head so that his dark brown eyes looked

right into my hazel ones. “You really kept us focused, and you have

a great way of explaining even the most complicated stuff to

us.”

“Yeah, you’re brilliant,” Wyn said. “We

really need to do something nice for you.”

They both leaned in a little more. They had

already each had an arm around me, but now I could feel a leg on

each side of mine, pressing up against me. They were exceptionally

close, and my inebriated cock was fighting my jeans to break free.

If I didn’t watch it, they were going to see just how much I

enjoyed their friendship.

Although my cock was at full attention, my

brain was a little less focused. The smell of really good cologne

on both of them made it hard to concentrate. I told myself again,

especially the part of me that I called little Sam, that Derek and

Wyn were straight friends, and that I wasn’t gay. I reminded myself

that I was just horny, and drunk. Right?

Sheila arrived and slapped down three tall

beers and six Kamikazi shots on the table. I was hoping that with

the beers here my friends would move away a little, because if they

got any closer, I was pretty sure I was about to have an accident.

Sheila looked at us with a silly smile.

“I don’t know what you three have going on,

but it’s hot,” she said, laughing. “Especially putting the blonde

with the gorgeous green eyes in the middle of two you dark eyed

twins. I’ll be dreaming about this shit tonight.”

I started to blush. Sheila winked at me and

walked off, a giant smile still on her face.

“You know we look really gay huddled up like

this,” I said.

“Nothing wrong with that,” Wyn

announced.

“It sounds like we look really hot,” Derek

said, blowing a little kiss at me.

We all laughed, but then they both leaned

even closer. I could feel Derek’s chest near my upper arm, and I

could feel my cock throb against my jeans.

“You guys better watch out, or you might end

up with a cock in your ass,” I said. Oh crap! I couldn’t believe I

had just said that out loud. Just how much had I had to drink?

“My high school girlfriend used to try to

get her finger up there when she was blowing me,” Derek said. “I

let her do it one time, and I came like a mother fucker.”

“Yeah, mine put her pinky in there once,”

Wyn said. “I tried to act all straight about it, but that shit was

awesome.”

Derek leaned forward a little, moving our

new beer glasses closer, and placing a Kamikazi shooter in front of

each of us. As glad as I was for the Kamikazis, I missed his arm

around me.

Derek looked at me as if he noticed. Damn

it! The looks on my face always showed what I was thinking. Derek

smiled and picked up a Kamikazi shooter with each hand. He then

brought the arm that had been around me close to my face, pressing

the shooter next to my lips. With his other arm he brought a

shooter to his own mouth. “Bottoms up!” he said.

TWO

The day that I met Derek and Wyn was the day I let go

of a little of my independence and allowed others to help me

out.

When I got out of college I was pretty sure

that I wanted to go to law school, but being fiercely independent,

I decided that I wanted to pay for it myself. My parents had paid

for my undergraduate education, and I wanted to let them off the

hook. I got a job, and then a part-time one as well, and found the

cheapest apartment I could.