1. Moving Day


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Sssh, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    The boxes were stacked in the corner, and I was almost ready to go. The apartment I’d shared with Shawn for the past two years looked bare, even though he was staying here. Most of the big furniture had been mine, either handed down to me by relatives or found at the rummage sales that I liked to frequent. The apartment itself was fine, but it was located in the midst of the college district, where I’d gone to school. In three weeks, I’d be starting at the law firm of Hollister and Banks. It was 40 minutes away by car, and I didn’t even want to think of a bus ride that included three changes. So I needed to be closer to work. Shawn still had one more year of school left before he hit the real world. In some ways, I envied him, yet in other ways I was glad to be done with all-nighters and drunk frat boys. Dating as an adult had to be easier than dating so many juveniles posing as college students. Shawn poked me on his way to the door. “Stop with the daydreaming and get a move on.” I smiled at him and lifted another box. Even though I was starting work soon, I was still on a college budget. So I’d rented a truck and asked some friends to pitch in. So far only Shawn and Robbie, a friend of both of ours, had volunteered. Maybe I should have offered to buy them dinner or drinks, but the rental of the new apartment and the moving van had about done me in. I picked up another box and headed downstairs to put it in the truck. Shawn had two boxes with him. He was an ideal mover, ...
    tall with broad shoulders and big hands. He had a ready grin and buzzed blond hair. He was cute, and I’d noticed those big hands on more than one occasion, but nothing had ever happened between us. Robbie was the opposite of Shawn. He was tall, but thin, and he wore his clothes so that they literally hung off of him. He had long dark hair that was pulled back in a ponytail today. He slid into between the two of us arranging our boxes in the back of the moving van and adeptly slid his box into an open spot. We stopped around lunchtime. There was still some leftovers in the fridge that I heated up for the three of us. “Eat well,” I said. “I want you all in good form for the afternoon.” “Then we’d better have these too,” Shawn added. He broke out the beer and handed one to each of us. Both guys swallowed nearly the whole bottle in a gulp. I guess they’d worked up a sweat. Shawn handed Robbie another and found one for himself. All I got was a raised eyebrow, since I was nursing my beer. They finished the second round, and we went back to work. The large items had already been moved, so mostly at this point, I had boxes. Lots of boxes. We were taking another load of boxes down, when Shawn began to curse. “Damn it, Gayle. What do you have in here?” He turned to face me, and his t-shirt had been sliced down the front. I looked at the box and saw that two paring knives had cut through the cardboard and were sticking out of the box. Shawn had started to bleed a little into the ripped ...
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