The CVS Boy Saw Me Buying Magnum Condoms 04

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Chapter 4: Having It All

I told Olly what went down, confirming everything his brother told him. He read the message instantly, and I sighed in relief when he responded with, “That’s so hot,” followed by, “I’m low‑key jealous.” 

I could picture him saying it, blushing, already turned on by the idea instead of being upset. When I asked if he was actually fine, he said, “Yeah… I keep thinking about what it must’ve looked like.” He made it obvious he was imagining himself in his brother’s place, since I had gone so much farther with Jeff than with him.

Olly admitted he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, only that it wasn’t anger. He said it felt weird, but in a good way, like something clicked in him that he hadn’t let himself explore before. He even asked, “Was he good?” with this odd mix of curiosity and competitiveness that made me laugh.

A few hours later, my phone buzzed again. A new Instagram group chat popped up. Jeff had created it, and added me, Olly and the CVS boy. I laughed out loud when I saw that the name of the chat was “Cody's Boys.” 

Olly was the first to type: “Sooo… when do we get to use your cock again?” Jeff reacted with a fire emoji. CVS boy jumped in immediately with a shirtless selfie from his bathroom mirror, his waistband low enough to show he was already getting hard from just joining the chat.

Jeff wrote, “Bro relax.”

Olly wrote, “No, don’t relax lmao.”

They kept messaging, sending teasing comments, nudes, and bragging about what they wanted to do next time. Their energy shifted from awkward to playful, from nervous to excited. Instead of fighting for my attention, they started hyping each other up, realizing they were all turned on by the same thing and didn’t mind sharing.

By the end of the night, they were already planning when they were coming over again. It was obvious they all wanted a round two, but it was like they wanted it planned.

A couple days later, I messaged the chat, "everyone can come over tonight," but I got hit with the immediate reminder of what eighteen-year-old guys are like. At first they hyped it up, blowing my phone up with wild messages and half-nudes, all of them talking big about what they were going to do to me when they got here. They got me worked up as hell, each one trying to outdo the others in the chat, sending voice notes where they were already breathing heavy and saying they were “getting ready.”

But once it came time to actually show up, they fell apart one by one. CVS boy said he “might have to help his mom with something,” which to me meant he had jerked off to the chat and lost his motivation to come over. Olly claimed he “wasn’t sure if he could sneak out.” Jeff typed, “Lowkey nervous tonight, maybe tomorrow,” even though he had spent the last hour describing all the things he wanted me to do to him.

It became obvious fast: they all got themselves wound up in chat, jerked off to the idea of coming over, finished, got shy, and flaked. I could practically feel the moment each of them came, because the messages slowed, then stopped completely every time.

It annoyed me for about five seconds, but mostly it made me laugh. They were horny, chaotic, unreliable males who thought with their dicks first and their brains never. 

We chatted for another week, and CVS boy actually showed up at my door twice in that time, each time texting me when he was already outside. I would open the door to see an excited twink with a cute smile. The second he stepped inside, he would push into me, already half hard, saying he needed my “giant man cock.” Both times I pulled him inside by the hips, feeling him melt against me before we even made it to the couch.

Meanwhile, the group chat got crazier. The boys kept dropping their nudes into it, posing in their mirrors, showing off, complimenting each other in that half‑competitive, half‑horny way only eighteen‑year‑old guys do. They would send paragraphs about what they wanted me to do to them, or what they wanted to do to me, hyping each other up.

They begged me for pics of myself too, spamming the chat with “pls” and “just one” and “bro you’re older you owe us something.” When I would finally send one, they would lose it, sending voice notes where they were breathing hard and describing what they were doing to themselves. I imagined Jeff and Olly in their individual rooms, knowing what the other was doing on the other side of the wall. It was so hot that two brothers were both into me and didn’t care about sharing in the same chat.

They started calling themselves “discord kittens,” whatever the fuck that means. They said it like a joke, but the way they acted in the chat made it sound pretty accurate.

I finally invited them all over again, and we found a night everyone could make it. The difference this time was obvious from the second I sent the message inviting them. There was no flaking, no nervous excuses. They were all horny and ready this time, determined not to flake out again.

CVS boy arrived first, of course. He slipped in wearing a tank top and shorts that were way too thin to hide how hard he already was. He pushed his body against mine in the hallway, hands on my waist like he wanted me to drag him inside. I did, and he let out this barely‑there breath that said he had been holding everything in for a while.

Jeff showed up a minute later. He walked in with a cocky posture that I read as him being slightly nervous, eyes flicking between me and CVS boy. He wasn’t jealous. He was turned on, watching the way CVS boy stood close to me, already naked. CVS boy had a bigger cock than Jeff, and I could tell he noticed as soon as he walked in. Still, he took off his jacket right away and tugged his shirt over his head, ready for action.

Olly was last to arrive. His cheeks were pink, his hair messy like he had been running his hands through it the whole way over. When he saw the other two already mostly naked, he laughed under his breath and peeled his shirt off, tossing it near my couch before quickly dropping his pants and underwear to his ankles and stepping out of them. Jeff dropped his pants right after that

I had three eighteen‑year‑old guys naked in my living room, crowding around me like they had been waiting desperately for this.

I told them to come closer. They did, forming a loose circle around me. CVS boy stood at my right hip, Jeff at my left, and Olly directly in front of me. They were all rock hard, their dicks touching my body. I could feel all their eyes on me, waiting for the first move.

I reached out and pulled CVS boy in by his hips, kissing him first. He melted against me instantly, hands sliding up my chest, then down to my dick. Jeff and Olly rubbed my body from either side. When I let him go, Jeff stepped in without being told. He kissed me slower, more intentional while our dicks poked each other. Olly watched from in front, breathing hard enough that his chest rose and fell visibly. I held Jeff’s ass tightly and pulled him into me.

I reached out to cup the back of Olly’s neck, and pulled him in next. He kissed me like he had been holding it back for days. His hands gripped my ribs for balance, his whole body leaning into mine.

CVS boy was on his knees a moment later, taking me into his mouth, while Jeff and Olly took turns kissing me, their hard dicks poking each other and prodding CVS boy on the head.

Once the tension had broken, we all moved at once. Hands were everywhere. I held CVS boy’s head down onto my cock while Jeff and Olly got more aggressive as they vied for my tongue in their mouths. Their bodies pressed into mine from every side, warm and smooth.

We moved to my bed once it got heavy. I laid back, and they followed me. CVS boy draped himself across my right thigh. Jeff knelt beside me and kissed my neck. Olly crawled between my legs and rested his hands on my stomach.

The three of them ogled my big cock, all trying to touch it at the same time. It was so hot to be kissed along my body and worshiped by these guys. They jerked me slowly in turns, each of them trying to stretch their lips around me.

I pulled Olly up to my face, since he was closest. I looked at his dick up close, and decided I should see what all the fuss was about. I pulled him by the ass and stuck his dick into my mouth. I let it soak on my tongue for a moment while I felt his body tense, then relax. I swirled my tongue around the head and thought, this isn’t so bad. I pulled him into my throat and gagged quickly, letting him fall out of me. 

The boys were lost in the horniness of it all at this point.

I started sucking off two of them. Their thighs tightened every time I changed rhythm. Olly let out these low sounds he tried to hide. CVS boy kept whispering, “please keep going,” and “that feels insane,” his voice almost shaking.

Jeff watched with his lips parted, his hand stroking me while I went back and forth between the other two. When I finally shifted my focus to him, he exhaled like he had been waiting the whole night for that exact moment.

We ended up trying everything we had only hinted about in the chat. Hands, mouths, grinding, trading positions, switching partners. Nothing rushed. Nothing awkward. Just four guys experimenting, seeing what fit. But the whole night centered around me, my body, and my cock.

Most of us messed around with each other in every possible arrangement. There were moments where Jeff and Olly kissed above me while I held both of them in my hands. Moments where CVS boy lay back on the rug and the other two explored his body while I encouraged them physically. It kept drifting back to all three of them focused on me at once, each one wanting to be the closest.

I even bottomed for Olly for a bit. He had admitted he wanted to try it, but only if I let him. When I pulled him into position, he looked at me like he needed to be sure I was okay with it. I nodded, and he moved slow at first, almost too careful. But I realized he wasn’t just trying to go easy on me, rather he was trying not to cum too quickly. His hands held my thighs, his breath shaky, and the way he looked at me made the whole thing feel deeper than I expected. I was glad I tried it. It made the whole night feel more shared instead of just me fucking every hole in front of me.

The three of them had different personalities that I noticed over time. The CVS boy liked being used and praised. He asked, "Is this good?" more than once, and every time I told him yes or pulled him closer, he lit up. Jeff liked being watched, glancing at the others even while I touched him. Olly liked being guided, following every angle or position I nudged him into.

We kept going until each of us was edged to the max. CVS boy was riding my like a cowboy while I jerked him off, and Jeff and Olly were jerking off and taking turns making out with him. I threw CVS boy onto his back and started to pound into him. His body responded quickly to the change in position and he suddenly whimpered, “I’m gonna cum.”

Olly fell over behind me, his face up close to my ass and balls while I stuffed CVS boy, who closed his eyes while I continued jerking him and slamming into his hole until I felt him pulsing on my cock. Olly was so close I could feel his breath.

Just as Jeff started making out with me, he came all over CVS boy’s chest, and Olly jumped up suddenly to aim his cock at CVS boy’s face. I pulled out slowly and watched my cum drip down his cheeks.

We didn’t talk much as we caught our breath, their faces twisting with relief. It felt like all the tension from the group chat had unraveled them around me.

We lay sprawled across the bed, limbs touching, chests heaving, bodies warm and relaxed. No one freaked out. We just stayed there, breathing together like we were meditating, until I got up to grab a towel for the boy covered in cum.

Jeff left first, giving me a crooked grin before pulling his shirt back on. Olly left after him, still flushed, brushing past CVS boy with a peace sign.

CVS boy lingered. He didn’t even move to put on his clothes. “You wanna shower?”

I nodded.

We hopped in together, warm water running over both of us while we started kissing again, slowly and sloppily in our post coital happiness. My hands held his waist, his fingers tangled in my hair. He pressed his forehead to my cheek at one point, whispering that he liked being here, that he liked how I made him feel.

Afterward, we dried off and threw on whatever was closest, then flopped onto my couch. I put on some show we barely watched. He asked if he could raid my fridge. I told him to go ahead. He heated up some leftover pasta I had made and ate it shirtless next to me, still stealing little kisses during the commercial breaks.

When he finally left, he kissed me once more at the door, soft and quick, then jogged down the hallway.

Over the rest of the summer, CVS Boy, whose name I don't even remember anymore, drifted into this casual, half‑defined thing with Olly. From what I gathered, it wasn’t exactly romance, but they basically learned to be gay together, leaving me behind a few weeks after the night of the orgy. They just clicked in a way. It made sense for two eighteen‑year‑olds who had shared an intense experience. We still hooked up as a group a few more times after that night in my apartment. But by the end of August, it had run its course.

Each time had a different vibe. Sometimes Jeff was the bold one, pushing the energy forward. Other times Olly took the lead, surprising everyone with how assertive he could be when he relaxed into it. CVS Boy always stayed close to me, watching my hands, my mouth, waiting for whatever I gave him next. They had grown comfortable with how they fit together, and with how I fit into them. But before school started again, it was obvious their attention had shifted more toward each other.

Jeff left for college that fall. The last time I saw him, he gave me a long hug, then made a joke to cover it, saying something like, “Have fun corrupting the freshly legal boys in town.” He left grinning, and I knew he’d remember that summer the same way I would.

My own life kept moving. My hookups, my confidence, my experiences with guys exploded after that. Those three had cracked something open in me, and I didn’t have any intention to close it back up.

But every now and then, usually late at night, I find myself thinking about that summer and those guys. Three eighteen‑year‑old boys discovering themselves with me.