The Pines Motel: ollo Pharmaceuticals - Part 1

The snow was coming down harder. “Shit!” said Dave, “We're never going to make it back home tonight in this crap.” His shoulders and neck were cramped from the stress of driving in the miserable weather, and he was ready to throw in the towel. No one was happy about the delay, but the guys began looking for hotel that was still open.

The day had started well enough. The college wrestling team had done well at regionals, with Aaron and Dave taking second and fourth respectively in their 185 lb. class, and Joey had won the in the 145 lb class. Joey looked younger than 20, even with his hair cut short for the season, and his baby-faced, innocent looks got him laid regularly, but underneath his sweats was a ripped body and a tenacious attitude that made him a fierce competitor on the mat. Despite his smaller size he was able to pin Dave and even Aaron with some regularity, which he'd celebrate with a shouted “Who's my bitch now, beeyotch?!” The guys were good friends, but there were times when the other two could have cheerfully strangled the cocky guy.

Dave looked more imposing: he had shaggy dark brown hair, black eyes, and a brooding look that intimidated a lot of guys, but he didn't have the killer instinct it took to win matches like Joey's. Aaron was a sunnier version of Dave: an out-of-stater from California, he had the poster-boy blonde hair and blue eyes to Dave's craggier good looks, and was naturally smooth where Dave had to manscape. Aaron was also the smartass of the three roommates, the one most likely to get a party going, and the one most likely to end up with a sorority girl (or two) in his room at the end of the night. More often than not Aaron was also experimenting with some sort of random beard variation. This week he was sporting a close-cropped chin strap, while Joey stayed smooth and Dave sported his perpetual stubble.

The meet was a few hours' drive from school, and normally the guys would've ridden the team bus, but their apartment was on the wrong side of campus from the athletic center, and there was always a lot of bullshit waiting around for the bus and then unloading. With a long fall break weekend coming up it seemed like a better plan for the three of them to just take Dave's old Civic: they could shower up after the last match and hit the road, ready to start partying that much sooner.

That plan was looking worse and worse now. An early October storm had hit the mountains unexpectedly, and the old tires on Dave's beater were no match for the near-blizzard conditions. It was clear the three juniors were going to have to grab the first hotel they could find. The partying would have to wait.

“Yo! There's one!” said Aaron. “Sweet, it's still got a vacancy. Dave—turn in!” The boys pulled in to the Pines Motel parking lot, and Dave breathed a sigh of relief as he climbed out of the car and stretched his thick neck.

The manager had been nice and friendly. They'd gotten lucky, he said, with lots of folks looking for a place to ride out the storm, so the guys got the last room available. It was decent, if nothing special: generic Western rural art on the paneled walls, a couple of double beds with Navajo-style bedspreads, and a decent bathroom along with a minibar, “perfect for our brews” Aaron remarked as they took off their coats and unpacked.

Dave flopped on one bed flipping through the TV channels (“Sweet--porn!” they all shouted in unison), and Joey got out the beers to pass around, while Aaron started poking around the room in his usual restless way. Beer in hand he started looking under the beds and in the closets.

“Dude, what are you doing? Just chill the fuck out—you're making me tired just watching you,” grumbled Dave.

“Hey man, you never know what you might find. I got a fifty one time someone had left in the nightstand,” said Aaron. “Hey, speaking of which--look here. Heh heh—someone's been naughty boy,” he sang, pulling a nondescript squeeze tube labeled “LUBRICANT” out from the nightstand table.

“Not too naughty,” said Joey, taking a pull on his beer, “they used some broke-down generic shit. Crack whore grade.”

Aaron laughed and left the tube on the nightstand, then looked in the bottom drawer and pulled something out. It was a small white pill bottle with “ollo Pharmaceuticals” on the side, and from the rattling sound it had a few pills in it. “Well well, what do we have here?” said Aaron.

“What, like someone's medicine or something?” said Dave. “Who wants that shit?”

“Well let's see,” said Aaron, “maybe it's something we could party with.” He opened the bottle and four white pills fell into his hand.

Dave walked over to take a look. “What're those marks on the pills? They look like little dicks.” Dave chuckled.

“No,” said Aaron slowly, “I think they're the company name, ollo. It's got a lower-case 'o' in the logo.”

“Holy shit!” Joey jumped off the bed to take a look. “Remember that chick Monica I hooked up with a couple of weeks ago? She said she'd heard a couple of the Sigma Chi brothers talking about these pills 'with dicks on them.' She remembered because they were joking how the dicks were because they really fucked you up. Sounded like a really smooth kind of X or something like it.”

“Gentlemen,” said Aaron, “I think we have found our party. All in favor?”

The three guys grinned at each other and Aaron handed out a pill to each, saving the extra for another time. They dry-swallowed them and shouted “Party on!” laughing as they clinked bottles together for a toast. Unfortunately Dave's bottle got a bad hit and geysered up, spraying beer all over his tee shirt and pants. Curses from Dave and laughter from the other two meant the party was officially open for business.

After about 10 minutes Dave had finished his beer, while Aaron and Joey were already on their next one. “All right, I'm gonna hit the shower and wash this beer off. Maybe I can loosen up my shoulders too.” With that Dave stripped and headed to the bathroom.

“Damn Dave, you even trim your balls too?” Joey said. “You're not that hairy.”

“Hey, I like to keep things tidy for the ladies. And getting head feels a lot better when your cock and balls are smooth.” With that Dave cracked a rare grin and walked into the bathroom.

“Man, I'm glad I don't have to worry about that shit,” said Joey. “What a pain in the ass to deal with.”

“Amen bro,” Aaron shot back, “to us smoothies.” They laughed and toasted again.

Another five minutes and the next beer went by. Joey stood up, flushed, to get another for each of them. “You kinda hot bro? Coz I'm feeling warm--that heater must be running full tilt.” Joey peeled off his shirt.

“Yeah,” said Aaron slowly, “I am too.” He realized he was sweating a little bit, but what made him pause was Joey's chest. He'd never really noticed before how well-built Joey was. Obviously all of them had solid bodies from their wrestling workouts, but as Joey peeled off his shirt Aaron noticed that he really did have great-looking abs, and solid pecs with nice medium nipples that stuck out stiffly, just ready to be licked.... Aaron shook his head and pulled his own shirt off. “Knock it off dude,” he thought, and started flipping through channels.

“Dude, stop there,” said Joey. “Let's watch that porno. It'll be a blast.” Mostly Joey thought it would be hilarious. The three of them had watched some porn together from time to time, laughing at the shitty acting and skanky chicks, and drinking every time someone made their O face. But this time part of him was wondering what Aaron meant by “us smoothies.” He'd seen Aaron naked in the locker room of course, but he'd never bothered checking him out closely. But now he was wondering just how smooth Aaron really was. His torso for sure: nothing hid his six-pack, and he barely had a treasure trail. But what about his balls? Would they be completely hairless like Joey's? Would his his asshole? Joey shook his head. Why was he even thinking this shit? Who cared what Aaron's asshole looked like, for God's sake? Or felt like? With an effort Joey shut down that line of thought and focused back on the here and now.

Aaron had already selected a porno, “Cum Gobblers,” and started it up. It was a compilation of blow job scenes and facials mostly, and about as bad as the title suggested. But this time there was something different. Both guys were quiet now as they watched it side by side on the bed, and both were increasingly fascinated with the hard cocks on the screen. Aaron wet his lips as he wondered to himself what it would feel like to actually suck a cock. The more he thought about it, the more he felt his balls getting heavier and warmer. His cock was tucked down in his pants so it wasn't obvious, but he was hard now, and he could tell that he was dripping. What would it taste like? He'd never thought of tasting his come in all the years he'd jerked off, but now he was...curious.

He glanced and saw that Joey was idly rubbing his hand over his crotch, where a wet spot had appeared and seemed to be growing. From the looks of his bulge Joey was as hard as Aaron, and big. Really big. Aaron started to imagine how big it might really be.

“Fuck dude,” whispered Joey, “I am seriously horned up. I've gotta rub one out or I'm gonna go nuts.” Joey glanced over at Aaron, then looked him in the eye and said “Looks like you need a little relief too.” Aaron gave a small nod, unwilling to trust his voice just then. His cock gave a little pulse and moistened his boxers further.

Glancing sideways at each other both guys stripped off their pants and then, by unspoken agreement, their underwear. Aaron snuck some not-too-subtle peeks as Joey slide his boxer brief's down, and his eyes widened slightly as Joey's cock finally revealed itself. Aaron had nothing to be ashamed of: his lean cut cock was nearly seven inches long, looking bigger because he'd trimmed his pubes as short as his beard. Joey couldn't help but notice, now that he was looking for it, that Aaron's balls were almost completely hairless.

Joey's cock was cut too, and his brown bush was also short and tidy. If anything his balls (and ass) had even less hair than Aaron's, but the resemblance ended there. Joey's cock was huge, like a salami. He'd measured it once and came in at 8 1/2”, but the fat head at the end made it look even more imposing. He was dripping even more than Aaron, with a line of precum already halfway down his cock, despite just having pulled it from his pants. Another bead of precum was already forming at the cock head as he lay back and gave it a short stroke.

“Jesus,” breathed Aaron, “that's a fucking monster Joey. It looks....” His voice trailed off. The next word he was going to utter was “tasty,” but he wasn't going to say that out loud. Unconsciously he licked his lips.

“Not bad huh?” grinned Joey. “I grew it myself.” As he said this he flexed his cock and another drop of precum slid down the shaft. Joey's voice dropped to a near-whisper as he said “You can touch it if you want to.” Aaron reached out his right hand.