Boys Night In

Boys Night In
by clocksnmirrors

disclaimer: this story was not published for profit. i don't own these characters. i just needed to borrow them for a minute. please don't sue me.

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The air in the basement was thick with "magic" and the insane laughter of good friends stoned on pot. Kelso, Fez, Eric and Hyde had just pulled a fast one on Kitty and Red that got them out of the house for at least four hours. And now the guys revelled in their victory. Red's size 10 Florsheim would be ankle deep in Eric's ass before the night was over, but it didn't matter much now. They'd scored some beer and the weed was good and all was right in Wisconsin.

"So when's Donna getting back?" asked Hyde as he peered at Eric through half-baked eyes.

"Monday. I hope she has those nice triangles. You know, from tanning?"

"You mean the titty triangles?" Kelso blurted. "I LOVE those! It makes boobs look like they're staring at you." Beer was running down his chin. They all laughed hysterically. Kelso pinched his left nipple between thumb and forefinger, "Wink, wink." Soon everyone was doing nipple winks.

"I love boobs, man." slurred Kelso lazily, chin still moist.

"Me too. They're so...boobtastic." added Fez. "They're like candy, except for your your hands instead of your mouth."

"You moron, you can put them in your mouth too." Hyde sneered. It was obvious Fez hadn't had much experience and you didn't let a thing like that go without a burn.

"I know that too." pouted Fez.

"Awwww. Don't worry Fez, you'll get some someday." said Kelso.

"How do you know I have not already had plenty of my share of boobs?" Fez insisted, his wounded pride aching like a bad tooth.

They all laughed in unison. The rolling guffaws were so hearty that even Fez couldn't help but join in.

"Ok, ok. So what do you do with boobs?" asked Hyde.

Fez looked awkward for a moment and gestured loosely at the air in front of him, making some vague twisting motions with his hands. To his dismay this only provoked more laughter. So much that Kelso let a junior fart slip out. It wasn't loud enough to hear but when it hit their noses everyone bolted from the table. Hyde crossed the room and sat on his customary, metal legged chair at the far end of the couch, which Kelso claimed with a diving leap.
Eric followed, climbing over him and sitting on its back with his feet under Kelso's legs. Fez sulked and slumped into the chair opposite Hyde. The laughing had died down. They'd passed giddy and were now entering mellow mode.

Kelso rolled over so that he was lying face up on the couch. He smiled up at Eric. "If I was a chick would you do me?" Kelso was in love with himself. He always had been. Every time he passed something that had even a remotely reflective surface his eyes were instantly drawn to his full lips and big brown eyes. He knew he was beautiful to women and to men. And tonight's purple haze was just the excuse he needed to indulge his vanity.

"I would." said Fez before Eric had a chance to think of a burn.

Eric turned toward Fez. "That wasn't a burn." he said, blinking vacantly.

"Oh great." said Hyde. "Now they're going to start making out." The statement hit the air like a match hits gasoline. Fez and Michael locked eyes. Michael licked his lips, and before he knew it, he put it out there.

"Wanna make out?"

"Sure." came the accented response. And without a moment's hesitation Fez crossed to where Kelso was now sitting up on the couch. They looked at each other for no more than a second before they were going at it. The first kiss was brief. Then, with eyes closed, they settled in for a makeout that gave off heat. Their moves were slow and loving. Confident fingers intertwined with thick, blow-dried hair. Their soft mouths worked open and closed in a rhythm that came completely naturally to both of them. It was a moment of honest passion. Then, as surreptitiously as it had begun, the two parted. Fez walked back over to the worn chair and plopped down. He adjusted his pants, which were now tighter than usual and noticeably stretched in the front. Kelso settled back with his head propped against the arm of the couch. His full lips were still moist and, if possible, even redder than before.

And now they all sat, smothered in silence. Hyde's mind was racing. He wanted the smartass quip to come but he had nothing. Eric, who had often suppressed the tingle he felt when looking into Michael's eyes, was feeling a little curious and a little jealous. He would never have had the nerve to go for it the way Fez just had. But now, looking down at Kelso's mouth, he was considering making a move. Meanwhile, Fez had settled low into the old stuffy chair and was slowly rubbing the front of his polyester slacks. His eyes were closed and he was purring with satisfaction.

Kelso simply wanted more. He bumped Forman's leg with his knee. Eric, who was already staring at him, blinked stupidly. Kelso started to smile. He bumped Forman's leg again and laughed a little. This got a little more of a response. Eric was now blushing. Kelso reached out and tugged at the cuff of Eric's jeans. He kissed the air in Eric's direction and started laughing again. The tension was mounting. His intention was obvious and unabashed. They let it hang there between them for some moments. Eric was shy. Unlike Fez he was not easily able to admit his wants or needs. Under the influence of the night, however, the shyness quickly evaporated. He slid down so that he was sitting in front of Michael, who had moved his legs out of the way and then swung them onto Eric's lap. Their eyes were locked. The moment was ripe.

Eric took Michael's hand and held it. It was a completely different feeling than when they shook hands. The hand that now squeezed his was large but soft, though not as soft as his. Neither of them were the type for hard labour. He pulled the hand toward him forcing Kelso to go up on one elbow. Eric studied it, the palm and fingers. It was his turn for indulgence. He was determined to satisfy his curiosity to see his friend in a new way. He kneaded the hand that was between his own. He considered the texture of the skin and the brush of the fine hairs on the back of the knuckles. Although his intoxication had dulled certain perceptions it had excited others. And now, he concluded that he held in his hands a work of art that was but a small part of a larger masterpiece. His mind translated these thoughts into one simple, stoned word: "Wow."

He allowed his carress to drift down the length of Kelso's naked arm. The dim light of the basement did no justice to the subtle bronze of the limb that Eric now considered. He knew it's strength. He'd been punched by the force of it many times and been headlocked into submission many others. It sent a quake through him now to be touching that arm in a new context. Suddenly he knew it was not going to be enough for him to simply hold his mouth against Michael's. He wanted to see it all in this new context. He wanted to be a student of every inch of Kelso. And as quickly as this realization hit, he found himself reaching for the waistband of Kelso's jeans.

Kelso did nothing to resist. He did not even react except to smile languidly. This was the role he was born to. To be desired, devoured, this was Michael Kelso's reason for being. This is what his beauty provoked. How, indeed, could Eric, or anyone, resist?

Forman worked top bop button loose. Then he paused, looking into Kelso's eyes. He was flushed and gulping deep breaths. He tugged at Michael's shirt, freeing it from the waistband and exposing the beginning of a trail of hair that led to what promised to be, well, bountiful. He lingered there, fingertips grazing the sparse, coarse growth. Then slowly, breathing yet deeper, he pulled at the zipper until it reached its limit. Kelso dressed to the left, and it was to the left that his passion for this moment was made obvious. As the zipper finally met resistance, Eric released but allowed his fingertips to continue to travel toward the straining fabric of Kelso's jeans. He played along the hardness there, prodding it gently, marveling at the obvious girth. In any other moment, the sight of Kelso with a boner would have set off a barrage of insults and demands to "put that thing away." Not so now. In this context he was an explorer traveling a road on a once in a lifetime journey. And he was savouring every moment.

Contrary to the haste with which he normally attacked sex with Donna, Eric appraoched this union almost reverently. Although he and Michael traded barbs daily, and although he twice daily demeaned his friend's lack of intellectual prowess, there were ways in which he actually looked up to Kelso. Kelso had confidence. Granted it was confidence derived from superficiality, but that confidence was attractive nonetheless. And he was simple. Eric recognized that, rather than being borderline retarded, Kelso had an instinct for not giving a crap. It was true that he would never be an Einstein, but he had more on the ball than most people wanted to give him credit for. The fact was, they needed him to be the dumb one because it wouldn't be fair for him to be that good looking and smart too. He was crushing on Kelso in a guy kind of way. And right now that crush was bubbling into something hot and wet.

Now he was leaning over Kelso, sliding his hand up his chest under the tight fitting shirt. He couldn't believe how easy it was touching Michael this way. There was no sense of time, no sense of the room. Though only moments had passed, Steven and Fez had drifted into oblivion , ceased to be a part of their universe. He shifted positions so that they were laying one on top of the other. They were now almost face to face, Eric's small frame supported atop Michael's. Their crotches were aligned. Eric considered the red lips that were so close to his. He licked his own in anticipation. Kelso's arms were around him now, crushing him ever so slightly, trying to make the two of them one. The feel of it, the security of it caused Eric to thrust his hips forward. His own straining member was crushed between them and the satisfying fullness of it made him pant just a little.

Their eyes met again. His heart pounded at the warmth of Michael's stare. He was penetrated by it. He felt a sense of union, breathless union, as their faces drifted ever closer. This was no mere satisfaction of animal urge. This was an exchange, a validation, a fulfilment. By touching this beauty he too could be beautiful. By wrapping himself in this strength he too could become strong. By slipping his tongue between those alluring lips, he too could radiate sexual heat. And so at last they kissed. He let his eyes close and he drifted into it and he was falling and flying and feeling a sort of completeness.

He would not remember the taste of Michael Kelso, beer and pot and munchies. He would remember the flavor of the moment, salty and satisfying. Like soup on a cold day Michael would warm him, make him feel love the like of which his father Red would never be able to share. He would remember, through the haze, that something had passed between them. He would carry that with him always.

They kissed and kissed and kissed some more. It was wonderful. And more wonderful still it was when they found themselves joined by Steven who was on one knee beside the couch. He was stroking the back of Eric's hair. Their reverie broken, Eric rotated his head slightly sideways to see Hyde leaning toward them. He needed love too. And seeing the tenderness with which they treated each other, he could not resist the moment. And so they brought him in.

Kelso had long wanted to sample Hyde's roughness. He himself was smooth faced. The girls he did were all smooth as well. Even now Eric could only boast the lightest of fuzz. But not Steven Hyde. There was always some stubbly growth there begging to be cleaned up. And this provoked in Kelso a persistent curiosity that had to be satisfied tonight.

Hyde leaned in. To accomodate their kiss Eric leaned back and eventually rolled off of Kelso. With Hyde and Forman both kneeling beside the couch Kelso got a bounty of attention. He and Steven held each other's faces and licked at and kissed each other's mouths. Then Kelso employed a trick he'd learned from Eric's sister, Lori. He began to suck on Hyde's tongue. Hyde's eyes rolled back into his head and he moaned in a way he usually did not allow himself to. It felt so damned good that Hyde needed to push away after a couple of seconds so as not to lose himself completely. Hyde was hard to reach. He prided himself on that, and even in these moments of abandon he would not allow himself to surrender totally to these passions.

Kelso was now sitting up on the couch. Eric had been working at getting his jeans and briefs off and had managed to work them down to the knees. Kelso gladly leant assistance. His knob was finally free. It felt great to kick away his jeans and spread his legs. He pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it to the side. Now he was naked except for his socks. Naked and hard and on fire with excitement. Hyde slipped his hands under Kelso's thighs and slid him forward so his ass was off the edge of the couch. This allowed him to spread his legs as wide as possible. With Eric on the left and himself on the right they leaned in and met at the head of Kelso's cock. It was as pretty as everything else about Kelso. Full and round and mounted atop a hearty, veiny shaft, Kelso's cock was evertyhing it should have been. With mouths open, they frenched each other and the bulbous head for what seemed to Kelso tohourhours. In reality it was only a minute or so, but the tongues and lips massaging the head, working their way around the crown, teasing the slit, managed to drive Kelso about out of his mind.

Then, remembering how Shannon DeLucca had gone all the way down on him, Hyde decided to try to do the same for Kelso. He took it slowly, like a python swallowinrabbrabbit. He worked his way down, down the shaft. He was breathing slowly and concentrating on not letting the beer come back up. Finally his lips were at the base of Michael's penis. He could smell the musk of the manicured pubes. Slowly he began to pull off then go down again, carefully so as not to gag. It was all Kelso could do not to start bucking his hips. But he'd had enough blow jobs to know that that was a sure fire way of bringing the proceedings to a halt, so he endured patiently, allowing the sensation to build slowly, like a capacitor charging towards its final release. What added to the torture was that Eric was now massaging his balls slowly, lovingly. He'd even managed to maneuver his face close enough to suck on one of the nuts while Hyde was going up and down.

Finally Hyde pulled off and studied the reddening head. Eric stood and peeled his cords down. Not being particularly proud of his body, especially in the presence of Kelso's naked, muscular form, Forman opted to keep his shirt on. Hyde, on the other hand, stripped naked. Fez dozed lightly on the chair nearby.

Hyde's penis stood straight out from his body. It was meaty with a deep groove once the foreskin was pulled back. This Eric attended to. He and Kelso sat on the couch working the standing Hyde in tandem. Kelso wrapped his fist around the shaft and started to pump in short strokes while Eric worked the head with his tongue. Steven let his head fall back. His ass cheeks clenched. He wasn't ready to come yet so he pulled away. He wanted to share a little of the intimacy that had passed between Forman and Kelso. In a move that shocked them both, he straddled Kelso and began to sit down on his rock hard cock. There was no lubrication except for a modest bit of precum that had glistened at the head of Kelso's cock. It wasn't enough to allow comfortable entry. Realizing what was needed all three spat into their palms and began to wet the member that pulsed with erotic tension. Then Eric spotted a tube of lotion sticking out from the end of the sofa. He grabbed at it hastily and squirted a generous portion into his palm. Coming up behind Hyde he reached down and slathered the mound of moisturizer into the hairy crack of his ass. It felt so hot and good to have his hand down there. Like the warm wetness of a pussy but without the supple folds of skin.

He massaged slowly until his index finger slid in to the second knuckle. Steven was now leaning forward with his face buried in Kelso's neck and his back arched. He was trying to spread his ass open as far as he could to receive the second finger Erik was working in. He gritted his teeth with pleasure as the fingers worked their way in and out. Meanwhile Kelso began gently stroking Hyde's cock. Again he had to push the hands away to prevent an eruption. He was ready to take on the monster meat staring up from Kelso's neatly trimmed crotch. Slowly he lowered himself. There was less friction now but the passage was still difficult. He eased down and allowed the greased meat to stretch him wider than he'd ever been stretched. It was ecstasy and agony all at once. This was what Steven Hyde was used to. The pain of life. You never got the pleasure without the pain. That's what he'd learned. These ideas only vaguely played through his mind as he strained to take the whole length of Kelso's cock inside of him. And now they would rest, get used to the feeling of it, let his bowel relax a bit, although Kelso found the tightness of Steven's hole absolutely delicious.

That feat, taking it all, had been a workout for Hyde. He was just now regaining his breath as he sat facing Michael. His own hardness was bent upward by Kelso's abs. Forman reached in and slathered the thick member with its own helping of lotion. Then Kelso pulled him in close to kiss his mouth, and sample the roughness of his face. The slippery surfaces between them gave Hyde something of a wonderful sensation. He began to grind slowly against Kelso's belly. And as he worked for his own satisfaction, his slight motions massaged not only his own prostate but the head and shaft of Kelso's engorged penis buried deep within. Their rhythm built gently but with certainty. Their embrace grew more firm. Kelso's legs spread as he slowly contracted to bring his pelvis forward. This allowed Eric to work a greased finger into Kelso's anus. Now there were two men experiencing the ecstacy of anal stimulation, rocking and undulating and groaning in concert. But the best part of it for Hyde were the strong arms surrounding him and drawing him into this pleasure. The best part was the feel of Michael's hot breath on the side of his face, panting his excitement, breathing pure animal pleasure. The best part was knowing that this was something they were doing for each other, knowing that they were both about to arrive. The best part was not feeling alone.

In a tricky manuever Eric positioned himself behind Hyde to take advantage of Kelso's exposed asshole. His own cock was already primed. He'd been pumping and stroking the whole time he was fingering Kelso. Now he worked to slide in. The positioning of the couch made it awkward so he coaxed the two attached lovers a little further off the edge so he could fit in. With no little effort he managed to slide his somewhat narrow member into Kelso's tight hole. Now they were three, working together toward ecstasy. Their highs were not in the least diminished. On the contrary, they were soaring. Gentle, rhythmic strokes, clutching hands and sweat were their companions on their journey.

Michael was the first to reach the pinnacle. The thrust of Eric's penis against his prostate coincided with his own thrust deep into Hyde. His toes curled as he held his breath and thrust again. He gritted his teeth and every muscle in his body tensed. He felt as if he was on the border of crying. Minute gasps escaped as he crescendoed and, with a mighty grunt, let go his load. His orgasm was loud and forceful. The clenching of his anus gripped Eric's penis and brought him in, a close second. His testicles drew up in anticipation of the event and finally erupted, forcing out their creamy cargo. "aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah, aaaaaaaah!" Their fierce moaning and panting and the feel of Michael's final thrusts sent Hyde over the edge. Heaving his hips against Michael's stomach, Hyde experienced the most intense orgasm of his life, sending rivulets of hot jism splurting up his chest and over his shoulder. It was almost a three way tie.

Still breathing hard they collapsed into a relaxed heap of intertwined, sweaty limbs. The smell of sex mixed with the stale, smokey aroma of the room. None of them noticed. Their young bodies were spent with the effort of their ejaculations. Soon they would sleep. Their minds, drifting and hazey, would soon succumb to pleasant dreams of girls and cars and summer vacation. But their hearts would always be branded. And from that day on, whenever their eyes met, an understanding would be present that would bind these friends to each other for the rest of their lives.