The Three-Man Weave - Sex Stories

The Three-Man Weave

... said, referring to the team’s trip to Maui for a tournament. “How the hell you be homesick in Maui?” “ Yeah, that’s right. Damn, can you imagine feeling sorry for yourself while you in Maui?” he laughed. “Yo, that was a dope ass trip though,” said Darrel. “ Hell , yeah,” chimed in D.J. “So, what you up to tonight?” Malcolm asked me. “Oh. I don’t know,” I replied, honestly. I hadn’t even thought that far ahead. “I got no plans.” “You wanna hang out with us? We got a hook up at Pizza Pirate and then we gonna chill back at the pad. If you got nothing to do, you should come along.” “Uh, yeah, sure,” I sputtered out. Damn, this was turning into a fun day. Everybody knew these guys and not only was Mr. All-American praising my basketball game, he was asking me to hang out with them tonight. Hell yeah I was in. “But, like, I need to shower and stuff and I don’t really have anything to wear with me.” “Aw, no worries. If I can shower at your pad, I’ll wait for you and give you a ride. We can meet D.J. and Darrel over there, right?” With agreements all around, Malcolm and I headed out the side door of the gym and into the parking lot where he ushered me into a no-frills standard-issue Japanese sedan of some sort – definitely not the high-end luxury vehicle you hear rumors of star college athletes driving. Malcolm somehow folder his giant 6’10” frame into the driver’s side behind the steering wheel and I guided him across a dark and mostly empty campus to my thoroughly dark and empty ...

... dorm room. All my roommates were gone for the weekend, and I’d guess there were only a handful of students at all in my three-story dorm. Once inside, I offered him the opportunity to use the shower first, and he jumped at it, clearly doing a nice, quick, military-style just-the-basics shower and he was out in five minutes, with only a towel barely fitting around his waist hiding himself from me. And, damn, let me tell you, the chest on that man? Rock hard, cut like a Greek statue, just perfect; I could have jumped his bones right there. Instead, I meekly got out “Okay, I’ll try to hurry,” then jumped in the shower and did my business too. When I got out, I wrapped my considerably smaller body in a towel and headed to my room to change, noticing Malcolm sitting patiently on the couch, playing with his cell phone. “So, hey Malcolm, like, what kind of clothes should I wear?” I asked, off-hand. I didn’t know if we would be going to a club or if we were just going to be hanging out at his pad or what. “Aw, you know, whatever,” he answered, unhelpfully. “No really, should I wear like a dress or just jeans or…?” “Well, you know what, I’ll help you pick something out,” he said, getting up and walking over to me, then walking right past me and into my room. I just sort of stood there staring at him. “Well, you coming in or what?” He sat down on the bottom of bed of the bunk beds in my room – my bed was the top bunk – and stared at me as I walked in. I wasn’t quite sure what he wanted ...