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“You look sleek and well fucked. You tried out Saloon 1?”

Nathan had returned from taking Glen to Georgia Street and was facing Ralph across the bar at the Bourbon Street Pub and eating another early-afternoon breakfast.

“Yes, and you were right.”

“You found some closure on the death of your biker lover in there?”

“Yes, found someone almost identical to my lover, Glen, yes. Being with him helped me to say good-bye, finally, to my Glen. The crazy thing was that his name was Glen too.”

“So that’s two demons put to rest?”

“Two?”

“Didn’t the older guy you screwed and screwed and screwed the other night–the domesticated one with the one son who fucked you the night before and the other son he had to bail out of jail–didn’t he give you some closure on the death of your professor partner?”

“Yes, now that you mention it, he did,” Nathan said. “You should charge money for this, Ralph.” He sat back from the bar then and gave a deep laugh.

“Don’t need to with the profit margin we have on what you’re paying for this breakfast. But are you laughing at my food?”

“No, I’m laughing at coincidences. You mentioned the son Gordon had to go bail out.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Glen, the biker I was with last night–the biker with the same name as my biker lover–he’s that son Gordon had to bail out. So, that makes a father and two sons–and just them so far here in Key West. What are the chances of that? It’s fucking crazy.”

Ralph laughed then too. “I’m telling you, it’s the keys; it’s Key West. The place has its ways with people. You’re just being told that this was meant to be–havin’ a family affair. So, which one are you going to be with tonight–and the night after that?”

“Ah, a good question,” Nathan said. And he had to admit, it really was a good question. Gordon needed him, and, if he’d learned anything from coming to peace with Howard’s death, it was that he needed to think of the needs of others more. But he was so comfortable with Gene’s give and take and humor-based look at the world. And Glen was just downright hot and dangerous–and horse hung–which got Nathan’s juices going more than the other two did.

“If you can’t decide, there’s always either the Key West way–fuck ’em all and as often as possible. They’re a family. You could fuck all three at once even. Or you could go with my method.”

“Your method?” Nathan asked after being done chuckling at Ralph’s idea of the Key West way.

“Remember?” Ralph said. He took three quarters out of his pocket and laid them on the top of the bar.

“Ah, the coin toss method.”

“Yep. What say I flip these on this problem? Here let me mark them on the edge.” He took a set of marking pens from under the counter. “They all have the same initials, so let’s say green for the one son, Gene; blue for the old man; and red for the tattooed son. Odd one out on the toss on heads and tails is the one you go with.”

“And if they all come up the same?”

“We’ll get to that if it happens. Oh, and might as well add this one.” Ralph took a silver dollar out of his pocket and placed it beside the quarters he’d just marked.

“What’s that one for?”

“Well, Nathan, that’s for two things. One, it’s for that first lover you’re still mostly avoiding talking about–and obviously still have guilt about. And, two, look how much bigger and better it is than those quarters. That can only mean it stands for me. You want to cast out all of the demons that brought you to Key West, if this silver dollar comes up heads, indicating that’s what you should do, I can take you through those beaded curtains over there. Back to what I call my cave, and I can give you the fucking that first lover gave you. I can do it good enough that you’ll come to terms with that experience. But you’ll come out of it bowlegged and staggerin’.”

“You don’t know,” Nathan said. But it was a whisper and he’d lowered his head and had his arms hugging his chest, shivering. “You just don’t know.”

“You said it was a neighbor. A guy ten, maybe twenty, years older than you.”

“Yes,” Nathan whispered.

“I can be that. He was a big, hulking guy, wasn’t he? Lots of muscles, a smooth talker.”

“Yes.”

“Nuff said about that and also about him being horse hung, right?”

“Yes. Monstrously so. And I’d never been taken before when he . . .”

“What’d he have down there, down in his basement without windows, the walls and floor and ceiling painted black? A sling, I’ll bet.”

“Yes.” Nathan was visibly shuddering. His teeth nearly chattering.

“And he bound you to the sling, your arms and legs running up the chains. And maybe used nipple clamps and ball weights on you. And he fucked you with toys before taking you himself.”

“Yes.” Barely audible.

“I have all that; I can do all of that. I can give you that if it’s what you want. That’s what I do with men back in my cave. That’s what gets me off. You cross the threshold of that door back there and I’ll use you for my own wants just as hard as that man did, and I’ll bend you to giving me whatever I ask for and make you feel it’s what you want. I’ll bet when he was in public, in that neighborhood of yours, he was just the nicest man. Almost as nice as I’m being to you standing here. But get us in our caves and we can be rutting animals, thinking only of our own pleasures, our pleasures being really nasty. I can do that for you, if it’s what you want. Make no bones about it, I see you as a delicious morsel that is begging to be eaten up and spit out. A big part of me wants you to want that. To want that from me.”

Not a sound from Nathan.

“Is that what your secret is, what your guilt is?–that you wanted all of that?”

A whispered “Yes.” Than an audible gulp and Nathan spoke, in a quiet, faraway voice. “I asked for it. I begged for it. I heard about it from my friends in the neighborhood. And when I turned eighteen, I went to him and asked for it.”

“How long did he keep you there?”

“A week, no, nine days. My folks were on a car trip out West.”

“Is that all? You liked it, is that part of the guilt, in addition to asking for it?”

“I liked some of it. I must have liked it enough. I went back for more of it.”

“Until when?”

“Until I was in college and taking drama arts–from Howard. Until I found Howard.”

“Is that true? You look like you’re holding back. When did it stop with that first guy? Now’s the time to let it all come out.”

Nathan paused before answering, and it came out in a groan as if it was fighting to stay inside him. “It stopped on the tenth day–when he wouldn’t open his door to me. When he had someone else in his house. When I crawled to him and he pushed me down his porch steps with his booted foot and told me I’d grown too old and used for him to want me.”

“But you then found something, someone, better? Someone who could make it more than just raw, punishing sex, someone who could show that it could be love?”

“Yes.”

“That’s not your guilt, son. If anything, that was the guilt of that neighbor. He manipulated you and used you. You were too young and vulnerable to take a guilt like that on for yourself. Your decision to go with that professor broke any guilt you should have had. So, then, heads on the silver dollar and I take you back through the experience.”

Ralph perked up to a level of cheeriness then, not paying much attention to Nathan sniffling and still being withdrawn into himself. But thinking about what Ralph had to say, almost on the verge of putting a hand on Ralph’s and telling him he didn’t want that silver dollar included in the coin toss.

Up the coins went. When they came down, all of the Drummond men’s quarters came up heads. The silver dollar came up tails.

“Well, lookie here,” Ralph said. Nathan opened his eyes, which he had screwed tightly shut for the toss, and looked at the coins.

“Looks to me like the Key West decision won out on that father and sons. Same as if they’d all been tails. Looks like, as long as you want to do the Key West, you just cruise along with all of them for a while. I do suggest a foursome, though. That could get real spicy.”

Nathan was smiling wanly, but his eyes were on that fourth coin, the silver dollar, showing tails.

A bit more gently, Ralph said, “And look at the silver dollar. It’s Key West telling you you’ve guilted yourself long enough and needlessly over that first man. It’s telling you just to let that loose. You think you can do that now, or do you want to go back with me in the cave? I’ll show you as good and nasty a time as that neighbor ever did. Makes no difference to me. It’s what I do with men, and I won’t lie to you, I’d sure like to do you that way myself. But it’s your decision on whether you want to worry that part of your life anymore.”

“Thanks . . . Ralph. I think I’ll hold.”

“Suit yourself.” If Nathan could hear a twinge of relief in Ralph’s voice, he didn’t let on.

Ralph moved down the bar to pour a drink for another customer then. While he was occupied, Nathan took up the coins and looked closer at them. They all were fakes. All of the quarters were heads on both sides; the silver dollar was tails on both sides.

When Ralph came back, Nathan was smiling, looking a little blanched in the face, but smiling. “Say, Ralph, can I keep these coins–for luck?”

“Yeah, I guess. If whenever you look at them, they remind you of the wisdom of Key West. Will I see you in here for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Naw, I don’t think so. I think I’ll be taking a bike ride up the Overseas Highway up the spine of the keys to Miami later this afternoon. A couple of wild days in Miami and then back to Key West probably. But then I’ll probably check out of the New Orleans then. There’s a house over on Georgia Street I’m thinking of buying–if I can convince the guys living in there now to stay. A father and son, but they both seem OK with sharing.”

– FINI –

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Last week I was sent by my swimming coach to the cardio lab at the town medical centre. “Don’t worry,” he reassured me. “It’s just a routine assessment. I send all my best athletes there.”

I took a bus across town in my casual wear: running shorts and trainers since I was told there would be a treadmill run, and a sleeveless hoodie that I normally don when I need to go into town and look covered up. I had my hoodie zipped up to just my navel, so my chest was fully visible. The morning breeze felt good on my bare skin and the hoodie flapped open to reveal my nipples, which were starting to harden. I absently rubbed my pecs as the bus trundled along the main road, my Oakley shades shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun.

A tall athletic teenager boarded the bus. Seeing only a few empty seats left, he took the one opposite mine, facing me. He glanced in my direction and nodded, then looked out the window and listened to his iPod. I gave him a once-over, my roving eyes hidden by my shades. He was really quite muscular, and his biceps stretched the muscle tee he was wearing. He was wearing skinny jeans at least two sizes smaller than his shirt, but they sagged low on his butt revealing creamy cheeks. 

I had been resting my elbow on the window bars, and the armholes of my hoodie were cut low so that the wind blew across my nipples and obliques, which were fully on display to whoever looked over. The younger boy stole a few quick glances in my direction, but continued to look out the window. I thought he was rearranging his hands underneath his bag on his lap. I slouched down lower and stretched, flexing my triceps. He stared a bit longer at my arms, then looked away again. More surreptitious arranging.

By this time my cock was filling up — I was getting turned on by exposing myself. I always go commando, and the tent in my shorts were becoming obvious. I splayed my thighs wider. The teenager shifted his bag a bit so that his crotch was visible to me, but not to the passengers sitting next to him. He had his fly open! He had no underwear on, and his hard cock jutted out. It was six inches and drooling quite a bit of slime. I was instantly hard but I didn’t want to lead him on to something I couldn’t finished, so I just sat back and enjoyed his attention on my cock.

The boy’s eyes fixed on the wet spot on my shorts. My precum seeped out through the mesh and started dripping off onto the floor, forming a transparent, slimy string. The boy tugged on his cock, which throbbed and spewed several drops of cock dew. He was getting flushed and breathing faster. He started playing with the precum on the tip of his cock.

DING! It was my stop. I gave the boy a silly grin, then gathered up my bag and stood up. My nine-inch tent was even more obvious now. I held my bag in front of me and alighted the bus, but not before leaving a trail of precum on the bus seat. The boy’s eyes followed me hungrily all the way down the bus.

I reached the Medical Centre and entered the cardiology wing. My hoodie was still half-zipped, and the cool air felt great on my bare, warm skin. My erection had gone down and I could feel my soft cock hanging low and loose in my shorts, sliding around in the precum that had leaked. I shouldered my bag and asked the reception for the room.

“Let’s see…, JP, you’re in room 9. Please wait your turn.” The young lady was very helpful, blushing a bit as she tried not to stare at my exposed chest. I flexed my pecs a bit and she giggled shyly, covering her mouth. I grinned and went to sit down at the waiting area, slouching and crossing my left ankle over my right knee. From the draft in my shorts I knew at least part of my cock and balls were exposed if she looked low enough. I placed my arms on the empty chair backs on either side and let my hoodie slide open wider. The receptionist glanced my way a few times but seemed to be busy with some paperwork behind the counter.

A lady in scrubs called my name. I stood up and followed her into room 9. Seated at a treadmill machine was a guy in scrubs, perhaps mid-twenties, with roguish piercing eyes and short hair. His very obviously muscular body filled out his scrubs tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. There was no shirt under  his top, and his pants were tight and tied low at the waist. His muscular forearms were smooth and tanned, rippling with muscles and I wondered how they moved when he jerked off. Suddenly the room felt hotter than it had a few seconds before.

“Good morning JP,” he greeted me in a deep voice, standing up to shake my hand. “Thanks Samantha, I’ll take it from here, you can assist Dr. Kane.” The lady took a long lingering look at me, then left the room.

“‘Morning,” I greeted him as the door closed behind us. “I’m here for… actually Coach didn’t tell me much about this.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll walk you through it,” the cardio technician — his name tag read ‘Dave, cardiac tech’ — replied. “By the way, I’m sure you know my name is Dave.” He pointed to his tag. “You’re here for an evaluation for some assessment on your heart function, but believe me, your preliminary examination was perfect.” I had been checked over by my school doc last week, and he must have sent the results over. “Do you have any chest pains or shortness of breath when you exercise?”

Dave proceeded to take my medical history then had me take off my hoodie to do a basic exam. “The room temperature is kept a bit higher so our patients don’t feel the chill when they disrobe and run,” Dave explained. After listening to my heartbeat for several seconds, pressing his other hand onto my pecs to steady my trunk as he listened with a stethoscope, he smiled and said, “so far everything’s okay. You’re really very well-built for a swimmer.”

“Thanks,” I replied, “I do lots of sprints.” I struck a double-bicep pose. Dave moved his hands smoothly up my torso and gripped my biceps in his palms. I think he moaned a bit.

“Unnhhh… ah, nice,” Dave complimented as he  felt up my pecs as well, brushing his very warm and rough palms over my nipples in the process. I was feeling the familiar thrill of being exposed, especially since I was really attracted to Dave. My cock lengthened a bit but remained soft. I wondered if I would be required to run shirtless. I’ve run shirtless all the time, and even without shorts on a dare, but if Dave asked me to strip now I’d get a serious woody…

“Well, let’s see you run now,” Dave shook me out of my thoughts as he slapped me on my back. “We will need to attach some electrode pads to your chest and tie a blood pressure monitor to your arm,” He then proceeded to stick some stickers onto my chest, rubbing his fingers over my bare skin as he did so. By the time he was done with attaching wires to the stickers, my nipples were erect and my cock was back to making a semi-tent in my shorts. Dave didn’t seem fazed, though. He also didn’t ask me to put my shirt back on.

“Now you’ll have to run the treadmill,” Dave then proceeded to explain the protocol of the treadmill test. “We will increase the gradient and the speed every three minutes. This will stress your heart. Please call out if you feel any pain or discomfort, or if you want to stop the test. We will go as far as you can continue running. Please hold the bar in front of you with both hands throughout the test. All set?”

I answered in the affirmative, and off we went. The first stage of the protocol was just normal walking and I strode easily on the treadmill. Dave did some stretches overhead and to the side, so his fitted sleeves rode up his biceps and stayed up, giving me a good view of his strong arms. The hem of his top rode up his taut abs and I caught a glimpse of his treasure trail.

“Damn, it’s hot today,” Dave rubbed up and down his tight top, bringing his shirt up to his pecs and exposing his well-defined six pack. “Did the A/C break down or something?” He then reached down and adjusted his package, and then reached inside his pants and his hand stayed there! All the while the blood pressure cuff was inflating and deflating and Dave used his free hand to click several things on his screen. He saw me looking at his hand in his crotch, and smiled sheepishly.

“Uh, force of habit, sorry,” he blushed, removing his hand. “I have a habit of playing with my PA when I focus.”

“No worries,” I smiled. Did he just say he has a PA? “It-It’s cool. I play with my nipples w-when I want to focus.” God, why did I say that? He must think I’m some dork.

“Alright, dude,” his grin was bright and infectious, and he stuck his hand into his pants again. This time, I saw a large ring in his pants, and he was jiggling it absentmindedly. Looking at his monitor, Dave announced, “next stage in a minute, JP.”

“Ready? And go!”

The treadmill whirred louder and sped up. As the gradient increased, I found that I could still stride on the belt without breaking into a run. A bit of sweat built up as I walked briskly, and some ran into my shorts. I made to adjust my shorts.

“Uh-uh, don’t take your hands off the bar,” Dave nodded at the bar support in front of me. “I’ll adjust your shorts for you.” He stood up and reached over, his bare arms and biceps brushing my waist as he gripped the elastic waistband of my shorts and pulled them down a few inches. This loosened my cock and balls — ah, comfy now — and had the effect of showing up my V-lines and upper half of my ass crack. The mesh shorts were well-worn and I didn’t feel any chafing at all, and as I always go commando the shorts felt like a second skin. Dave’s fingers rested on my waist, and I could feel the stubble on his chin at the back of my neck. I shivered.

“Better?” he asked. I nodded yes. Dave released his hold on my and looked down at himself. “Great, you’ve made me wet… with your sweat. This is the only set of scrubs I have today. I gotta strip.” With that Dave stood up and whipped his scrubs over his head. I caught sight of well-balanced pecs, trimmed chest hair and a defined six-pack, topped by wide shoulders and bulging biceps and triceps, all poured into a very trim 30-inch waist. His scrub pants were hanging very low now, and I could make out the base of his cock and some pubes at the end of his treasure trail. His bubble butt and the very large PA were probably the only things holding up his pants.

In the meantime, the treadmill went higher and faster. I had started to jog at this point, and concentrated on my breathing. Dave looked at me and I gave him a thumbs-up. I preferred exercising in the water; I did not like running, but did it anyway to keep my stamina up.

“Next stage,” Dave called from his seat where his hand was again inside his pants playing with his cock and PA, while his other hand continued to click on the monitor like what a technician would normally do (I guess). I was starting to sweat a lot more as the treadmill sped up again. I usually shave my whole chest and pits — swimmer’s habit — so instead of musk I could smell my fresh sweat and chlorine. The room was really, really hot now. I started leaking a bit.

“Stage five,” Dave called. My cock was hanging loose and swaying from side to side inside my shorts, which had now soaked up my sweat and ridden lower. I gave Dave a meaningful glance, and he reached over to help me adjust them. His biceps slid over my sweaty body and his fingers rubbed sensuously over my waist before he managed to grab my waistband, pulling them up slightly. The friction from the mesh over my cock gave me a start and my cock responded, tenting up slowly.

“Stage six,” Dave called. “It’s gonna be very steep now, let me know if you wanna stop.”

“I’m… f-f-fine,” I huffed. Even though I was panting a bit now, the athlete in me was enjoying the exertion and exhilaration in sweating and panting. I wiped my sweaty brow on my shoulder. I could feel my pits and upper body getting drenched in my own sweat. Dave seemed to be enjoying the show, all the while still holding up my shorts. His arms were now pressed hard against my body, and my sweat must have been drenching his own chest, where his chest hairs were now plastered to his skin.

“Alright, I’m done,” I called, and immediate Dave’s hand shot out to click something. The treadmill started slowing down.

“Five minutes for recovery,” Dave explained. “The gradient and speed will lower but you’ll have to continue walking.” I stopped running and with a few deep exhales, starting matching the treadmill’s pace with a brisk walk. My thigh and calf muscles ached with the exertion and more sweat poured off me, aided by the tropical heat of the room.

“Fuck, did someone turn on the heater,” Dave complained. “Now everything is sticky and wet.” Grinning at me, he palmed over my erection in my sweaty shorts — my dick decided to come out and play in earnest when I stopped running — and gave me a few rubs. I gasped and moaned as I leaked into his hand.

“Well, I gotta strip my pants too, it’s getting wet,” he said hoarsely, noticing a wet spot on his own pants. Divesting his garments, Dave was now completely naked beside me. His erection was easily eight inches, leaking copiously from the wide slit that was held open by a large, silver prince albert piercing. My gaze was fixed on it. The PA ring looked bigger than any others I’d seen on internet porn, the thick shiny metal making a three-inch loop. It must be very heavy, but Dave’s erection continued to point upwards.

“Never seen one up close before,” I commented. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah, I was so turned on the whole time I got it,” Dave grinned and winked at me again. He absently played with his cockhead and the PA while looking at the monitor. “Another minute to go. Can you give me your shorts when you’re done?”

Not knowing why except thinking, God, another cute hunk wants my cummy shorts?, I said, “erm, yeah, sure.” And pulled off my shorts when the treadmill stopped after a minute. My mesh shorts were soaked in sweat and precum by now, and my nine-inch erection stood up proudly pointing at the sky. The room was getting saturated with the musky smell of both our sweat and precum.

Dave pulled the wires and stickers off my chest with a bit of force — obviously not required, but the sharp pinched gave me a bit of sexual tweak — and I handed him my wet shorts. He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply.

“Aaaah,” Dave closed his eyes in ecstasy, then closed his mouth over where my crotch had been, and tasted my precum. “Delicious.”

“There’s more here if you want it,” I panted while getting off the treadmill. It was getting messy in the room — the treadmill belt was covered in sweat and slime. Dave grabbed my hardon and pulled me closer.

“I’ll help myself,” he breathed, coaxing a large drop of precum from my slit onto his thumb, then brought it up to his lips. He flicked his tongue out and slowly licked it off, eyes rolling up. I was immensely aroused by his wanton display, and my cock became even harder. I grabbed Dave’s PA ring and he moaned.

“Yeah… play with it, JP,” Dave breathed. “I’ve been wanting you ever since you entered the room.” He lifted my right arm and licked under my pit, his rough tongue sending sparks of pleasure straight to my cock. I groaned loudly. Dave repeated with my left arm and I could barely stand up, my knees felt so weak. He smiled and wrapped his powerful arms around my waist, holding me up while crushing his hard cock and PA into mine. We were both leaking so much that there was really no friction between our cocks as they slid against each other.

“Unnh, you sexy beast,” Dave started talking dirty now. I got even more turned on. “Do you know how hard I was the whole time? You’re damned hot and I think you were heating up the entire place by yourself.” He was nibbling on my neck now, then going lower and biting my nipples. I was nearly cumming, but Dave continued to grind against me.

“You’re so hot… your sweat is so sweet… I wanna get your cum all over me and wear it for the rest of the week,” Dave continued his trash talking, his teeth abusing my nipples and sucking on my pits, his hands roaming my chest and abs freely. His slippery, hard cock felt warm against mine, while his PA was cold and made me shudder as Dave rutted against me. I finally couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m cumming,” I called, bucking my hips faster and holding onto his sweaty, naked body. “Oh my gawd, oh god, oh oh oh…..”

“Unnggh, yes my hunk, cum for me, cover me with your spunk!” Dave nearly shouted as my clear precum started turning white, and with a few more short spurts, I started cumming with a groan. Stream after stream of thick cum shot out of my cock and the ‘schloooop, schlooop’ matched the slicking sound of his cock rubbing against mine. The hard PA grinding against my cockhead gave me one of the best orgasms I’d ever felt, as if it were kneading my meat, and the pressure created against my cockhead had me reeling. Only Dave’s arms around me kept me from keeling over.

“Aaah, I’m cumming too,” Dave called, and seconds later — with my cum still hot on his face and chest — he shot several spurts of his own spunk, one from each end of the PA where it pierced his slit. The upper stream hit me in the face with a hot splash, while the lower stream felt like it was running down my thighs like a warm waterfall.

“Nnnngggh, mmmph, gggaahhh…” I couldn’t tell which of us was moaning and groaning now. I began to get light-headed from all that cumming, and Dave’s lips locked around my neck again, sending a fresh row of sparks to my cock. I held onto his strong shoulders for dear life.

“Ohhhh, my…” I said weakly, now that I had cum one last time and it felt like my softening cock was slipping through Dave’s PA ring. What the hell? I looked down and saw that was exactly what was happening. His largen ring was wide enough for my softening cock to slide inside and be locked together with his own. I staggered a bit and we crumpled to the floor together, landing in a large puddle of our own cum, cocks trapped together in his PA.

I thought I briefly passed out, because before I knew it, a female voice called over the speaker phone. “Tech Dave, tech Dave, line one please.” Dave groaned as he shook off his post-orgasmic stupor and disengaged our cocks. He got up to answer his call. I admired his wide, muscular back and bubble butt.

“Yeah, yeah. Okay. Well, I know. Yeah. Alright I’ll send the stuff to you right away.” Dave put down the phone receiver, licked his fingers and hands clean of cum, then clicked something on the computer. I got up slowly, the heat in the room was making me sluggish, and it reeked of cum and sex now. Also, I just came buckets and needed at least an hour to recover.

“Well, thanks for humouring me,” Dave grinned, using his scrubs to wipe himself off. There was cum in his hair and he rubbed it in. His chest hair was plastered with a slimy sheen as well. “Hmm. Can’t be helped.” He threw the scrubs into a bin and took a fresh set from a cupboard.

“Hey! I thought you said they were your last ones,” I remembered. Dave grinned.

“That’s why I thanked you for humouring me,” he answered. “Or would you rather not have?”

I grinned. “Of course I’d have,” I replied, putting on my shorts, which was now soaked with our cum. The rest of my body was also drenched in cum from my face to my crotch. My thighs were dripping with Dave’s cum, now drying off to a musky sticky trail. “Damn, I wish I don’t have to wipe all this off. Hell I wanna go to bed tonight with your cum all over me.” I said. Dave’s cock lurched, and his PA bobbed up and down.

“You ARE a beast,” Dave laughed. “Don’t worry, there’s a back door from here, you can go out without being seen.”

“Actually…,” I drawled. “Actually I don’t mind going out like this. Everyone will be wondering what’s going on.” I looked at his reaction. Dave was grinning from ear to ear.

“Wonderful!” Dave gave me a high five. “I love an exhibitionist. I never wear anything under my scrubs so everyone can see my PA.. Let me see you out.” He gave me a hug, smearing cum all over our bare chests and arms. He pulled my shorts a bit lower so it sagged on my butt.

“Seeya around, wanker,” he winked at me.

“Same to ya, fucker,” I gave him a brief peck on his lips. I tasted my own cum — the stuff he had sucked out of my shorts earlier. I licked his lips. He sucked on my neck to make sure I had a huge hickey.

I made it out of the room just as he finished dressing in a fresh set of scrubs, again tying his pants lower on his hips than I’m sure was official, his PA outline fresh against the clean linen and already making a wet spot. I didn’t bother to put on my hoodie, but slung it over my right shoulder with my bag. The receptionist took a look at me and froze. I guess I looked the perfect picture of ruined debauchery, shirtless and covered in cum. I was giving off a post-sex musk too.

“*gasp* Um, sir, please have a seat while we settle your payment,” the receptionist was flustered to the point where her pens kept dropping to the floor and papers flew all over. I smiled and sat down in front of her, crossing my legs again and leaning back with my arms over the adjacent two seats. There was nobody else at the waiting area for the moment, and I briefly wondered if cute guys always came out of Dave’s room covered in cum. Some of his cum was still running down my calves into my shoes.

“I…, uh, please, s-sign here p-please,” the receptionist passed me a form. As she stood up to hand it to me, I saw her skirt was pushed down to reveal lace panties. Her cream-coloured skirt looked wet and the zip was undone. Had she forgotten to zip up her uniform? She was breathing hard and flushed, and suddenly it hit me — the sour smell of pussy juice was hanging heavy in the air when I sniffed. She was getting herself off while Dave and I were having fun inside! I smiled beatifically at her and, making sure there was nobody looking this way, licked her on the earlobe. I dipped my forefinger inside my cummy shorts, took it out with a trail of semen hanging onto my fingertip, and held it in mid-air. She quickly leaned forward to lick it all off, then sucked my finger into her mouth. I kissed her lips and made out with her for a few seconds, passing my cum between our mouths but finally pushing it all back into hers.

“A bit of something for you,” I whispered in her ears, my hot breath making her shiver. I saw the wet spot getting bigger, and she shook and moaned softly: an orgasm had taken her by surprise! She held onto the countertop with one hand, while with the other she reached down, pulled her lace panties down, and stuffed two fingers inside herself.

“Ooooh, uuunh, aaaah,” her climax was dragging itself out, as the pleasure danced between her fingers in her cunt. I smiled, kissed her on the lips again, then straightened up away from the counter. I said my goodbyes as she was still hanging on weakly to the counter, cum dripping from her panties and soaking her skirt.

The bright sun greeted me as I exited the building, and the warmth heated up the dried cum on my body. I stretched myself, catching a whiff of the strong odour, and attracting the glances of a few college kids standing at the bus stop, all of them barechested and wearing boardshorts loosely in this hundred-degree weather. This will be an interesting ride back to my dorm.

Last month, the training pool in our college sports complex was closed for a week for maintenance. Word got around that the whole diving team had an orgy inside the pool, and the spunk had overloaded the filters (I think the divers just wanted to prove their manhood because they were smaller than us swimmers). Our swim team had to train at a public pool off campus, and I had taken to jogging there with swimmers from my dorm for the past few days.

“Dan, hurry up, we’re gonna be late,” I called my next-door neighbour, Dan, who had returned from classes earlier and had fallen asleep, sprawled naked on his bed. I would have loved to wake him up in a more ‘neighbourly’ way, but time was short. I was already in my trunks and trainers. “You know how Coach will skin us alive if we’re late.”

“Shit shit shit,” Dan muttered, grabbing a speedo hanging on his windowsill, and stuffed his half-erect cock inside. “I overslept! Sorry JP!”

“Come on!” The two of us ran out of the dorm in our speedos and trainers that were frayed from constantly being soaked in chlorine. We would be stripping down at the pool anyway, and we really didn’t mind running across campus in skimpy trunks, with the hot sun tanning our shoulders and chests. Our training trunks were light blue (our team colour), and we cut out the inlays and pouches as training briefs tended to be a few sizes smaller than recreational wear. After getting thoroughly soaked from the pool, the tight fit and worn Lycra made our cocks and balls visible almost as if our trunks were transparent. We loved the attention this got us especially from the other students, but sometimes the academic faculty noticed as well. Swimmers were known to pass exams set by certain professors with flying colors.

We arrived at the pool after a five-minute sprint, out of breath and sweating buckets. “JP! Dan! Late again!” As expected, Coach was merciless. “Extra fifty laps, both of you!” We collapsed to the floor with a loud groan, but quickly recovered and started training. The pool administrators were kind enough to cordon off half the lanes for us to train in, and the lifeguard, Chester, usually sat at the far end of the pool since he knew we were the college team and less likely to get in trouble. Chester was a lean twenty-five-year-old surfer type, darkly tanned and smooth all over, with toned arms and a broad chest. Taut abs disappeared into red trunks, from which long thighs emerged. Muscular calves, lean ankles and high feet arches completed the sex-on-legs package. His bulge was visible most days, pointing to the right, and his lifeguard-red trunks were usually worn low enough to show that he shaved. Whenever he stood up to stretch I would drool over the lean lines and smooth muscles on his body.

“JP! Focus!” Damn, Coach caught me staring again. Chester gave me a cheeky grin, then very slowly reached down to palm his bulge as he climbed back onto the chair in the lifeguard’s tower. I gave Coach a baleful look for interrupting my fantasy, then continued on with my laps. I wear my speedos with the drawstring untied, so it would drag lower on my hips as training wore on, but they were tight enough that they clung onto my butt. Still, the potential that they could slip off in front of Chester gave me half a boner the entire time. I chubbed up with excitement.

“Come on, JP!” Dan appeared next to me as the rest of the team broke off after training was officially over. “We have fifty laps! I’ll race you!” Dan was usually more chill, but I was glad for the distraction as I burned off my testosterone, and competing was something to take our minds off the boring task. We finished up finally and noticed the dark sky. The pool was an outdoors public pool, with no walls or roof but just a stretch of low shrubbery separating it from the road. Coach was already packed and the lazy wanker was heading back to campus. Dan and I had to clear up all the floats and lane dividers, and help the lifeguards close up. The pool cleared out as public users were only allowed to stay until eight.

“Closing time,” Dan announced, checking his watch. “Let’s grab a bite at The Shelter.” The Shelter was a small cozy cafe around the corner for pool staff, but the lifeguards had recognized our team on the first day we started training there, and we got friendly. They gave us free passes to enter the cafe for snacks and drinks. Right now,  Chester was manning the cashier, but otherwise it was empty. I entered the cafe.

“What’ll it be, boys?” Chester smiled and winked at me. My legs felt like jelly after all the exertion, so I leaned closer to him with the counter in between us. I was distracted again by his lean muscles, and I could smell the chlorine and feel the heat rolling off him his tanned, supple body. His V was especially visible today, but his crotch was hidden from view by the tabletop. I might have drooled a little bit as my eyes tried to burn a hole through the counter.

“Wanna see more?” Chester’s voice was suddenly much lower and huskier, and he moved away from the counter. Holy shit, he was naked! He didn’t have a tan line, and I marveled at all that exposed skin. He was completely smooth. I stared, wide-eyed. Chester had a tattoo. It was a thick blue python, drawn lifelike, tail starting from his butt crack, snaking loosely around his left butt cheek and coming to the front, coiling lazily upward around the base of his cock. The position of the snake, low on his hips, meant that it was hidden — just barely — when he wore his swimming trunks. The excitement at finding this dark secret gave me goosebumps. The head of the python disappeared into the dark skin of his soft cock, which was thick and fleshy and uncut. I couldn’t make out the details and squinted at his cock.

“Wanna see the head?” Chester caught me staring and laughed at the pun. I blushed furiously, but I figured if Chester was openly flaunting his cock then I should not be too embarrassed. The air in the cafe suddenly seemed thicker, and I breathed harder. I was about to say yes.

“Dude!” Dan came in just then. The spell was broken. Damned cockblocker. “You’re naked! Where’s Tracy and Sam?” Tracy was the clerk who usually locked up at the office, and Sam was the other lifeguard on duty.

“Sam left an hour ago, he has a date. Tracy called in sick, I’m locking up tonight.” Chester gave me a heated look, but moved back behind the counter hiding his hips and cock from view. I had never wanted to leap over a table so urgently in my life, but I resisted. There would be opportunities later. I hope.

“Here’s some spaghetti and soda,” Chester offered. “Why don’t you guys take off your trunks? Must be quite uncomfortable with them all wet.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Dan quickly stripped his off and wrung out the water in the sink. I followed suit, then we took the food and drinks and sat on barstools at the counter.

“I’ll be locking up the changing rooms and stuff,” Chester called as he strutted out of the cafe still naked. My eyes followed his sexy butt and the snake, which seemed to come alive as Chester’s hips moved, slithering around his muscular glutes. Dan continued shoveling food into his mouth, oblivious of the sexual tension. “Come and look for me later.”

“Look for… you?” I was confused, but Chester was already gone. I wolfed down my pasta.

Twenty minutes later, Dan and I were in the changing rooms looking for Chester. Everyone had cleared out and the gates were locked, so we didn’t bother putting our trunks back on. Chester appeared from the steam room.

“Ah, there you are,” he was all sweaty and flushed from the steam. His cock and balls were hanging low. “I was just enjoying the last bit of steam. Sorry no more left for you. But we can have a dip in the pool.”

“Now?” Dan asked. “But isn’t it closed?”

“Ah, have you guys skinny dipped in the pool before?”

“Well, we’ve done it back in the college pool, but that one’s indoors and we lock up…”

“Then it’s not much different here,” Chester grinned. “Except you get to see the sky and stars.”

Chester led us out to the pool. The main floodlights were already off, and we could make out the pool and reflections by moonlight. I shivered in the cool night air.

“Don’t worry, the pool water’s still warm,” Chester smiled, then jumped in.

“You go in first!” Dan gave me a push and I fell in, laughing. Dan dived in with a splash. For the next ten minutes we horsed around in the pool, with only the moon and streetlamps illuminating the shapes of our naked bodies. We splashed around, swam laps, and laughed.

“Shit, I gotta pee,” Dan announced. He climbed up the side of the pool and went to the bushes a few feet away. From the vantage point of the pool, my tall, lanky mate looked even bigger, his muscles outlined by the dim light from the streets. Looking up his toned thighs, I saw his soft cock expand a bit, then a steaming stream shot from his slit and landed in the bushes. Dan sighed as his stream gained momentum.

“What you thinking about, JP?” suddenly, Chester was so close that I could feel his body heat through the water.

“I…, ah, I’m wondering about your tattoo,” I confessed, my dick chubbing up a little.

“Do you want to see it?” Chester’s voice was low and husky again, and the way he whispered it next to me made my dick go rock-hard straight away.

“Yes, … please?” I croaked, my mouth suddenly dry.

“You’re awfully polite,” Chester continued in his sultry, seductive voice. He lifted himself onto the pool ledge and sat there, and I realised that: one, he has an eight-inch erection; and two, it was bouncing and pointing in my eye.

“Woah dude,” Dan called from his bush. “You’re gonna poke his eye out with your cock!”

“That… wouldn’t be so bad,” I breathed, transfixed by Chester’s erection. The snake that was coiling around the based of his cock continued onto his member. Now that he was erect, I could see the snake’s head clearly. It was inked directly onto his shaft, so the entire hard cock became the head, complete with eyes. The mouth was tattooed onto his foreskin, which was still covering his cockhead with about an inch to spare.

“May I?” I whispered back.

Chester just smiled and nodded. I reached out to caress the snake — I mean cock — and took Chester’s foreskin in my fingers. It was soft and warm, and slid easily around from the precum accumulated underneath. I slid it up and down the head a few times, then gasped when I realised the action made the snake open and close its mouth. Tattooed fangs appeared as the foreskin rolled back. Chester’s slit leaked more precum.

“Oh… my… god,” I shuddered. This was the most erotic thing I had seen on a guy, and the cool air and warm water made me shiver uncontrollably. I bent down and gingerly kissed Chester’s cockhead. Chester leaned back on his elbows and moaned. I licked up his precum and pulled off his dick. It looked like the snake was spitting venom, and it trailed all the way to my mouth. I was harder than ever. I rolled Chester’s salty precum around in my mouth.

“Aahhhh…, come on JP,” Chester crooned. “Kiss my snake.”

I needed no further encouragement. Looking down while I licked and sucked on his cock, it really looked like I was kissing and making out with the snake. More precum flowed out.

“Damn, that’s fucking hot,” came Dan’s voice. I looked up and he had finished peeing, and he was jerking off his own erection. Some precum dripped out and landed on Chester’s pecs. The lifeguard wiped it up with his finger and licked it.

I pushed my mouth down on Chester’s erection and tried to deep-throat him, but the angle was wrong and I gagged. Chester pulled me out of the pool and kissed me, his tongue laving my lips first then entering my mouth. He laid back and I climbed on top of his body. Our cocks touched and I gripped his hips, then ground my crotch into his. I looked down and saw the snake writhing around on his left hip, the head now engaged in fierce battle with my own frotting nine-incher. I leaked enough precum to lubricate both of us and it flowed down Chester’s sides. We continued to make out by the side of the pool, under the stars, panting heavily and lips smacking.

Suddenly I felt something on my left. Dan was now lying beside us, and his face was mashed up against ours! We engaged in a hot three-way kiss, tongues battling for dominance, spit dribbling down our chins and slicking our chests. I moaned loudly but it was swallowed by Chester’s mouth. Dan’s tongue finally found its way into my mouth and I tasted the soda and garlic from his dinner. Knowing that I was now intimately acquainted with my dorm-mate turned me on even more, and I wrapped my arms around the two guys as we humped one another on the tiles.

Chester was the first to break the kiss, and he kissed down Dan’s lean chest and abs and sucked on his cock. Dan captured my mouth completely, cleaning out the taste of my own mouth, then he kissed lower and quickly clamped his jaws around my own erection. His tongue did wonderful things to my head and I bucked into his head a few times. Not to be outdone, I nosed down Chester’s body and found his snake. I bit down hard on the python’s body on Chester’s hip muscles, then again on his Adonis belt where his groin met his thigh, where I knew most guys to be very sensitive. I was right. Chester gave a shout, and had to leave off Dan’s cock and stuff his forearm into his mouth to muffle his loud moans while I made deep purple love bites on his groin. His body bucked and writhed violently but my mouth sucked hard, and my teeth worried his skin. I could see the snake head throbbing to Chester’s hammering heartbeat.

I moved my mouth then, and swallowed Chester’s cock in one motion. Chester cried out this time, and he quickly muffled his screams by going down on Dan. Dan continued to suck enthusiastically on my cock, and the three of us formed a daisy chain beside the pool, making slurping and moaning noises and grappling with one another’s asses.

“Mrrrph! Mrrrrrrrph!!” Dan suddenly gripped my waist tightly, and his erratic rhythmic thrusts indicated his climax. Chester sucked him harder, then had to swallow when Dan’s cum leaked out the sides of his mouth. I knew Dan came buckets on a normal day, so I was not surprised to see Chester choking on Dan’s cum, and finally he had to release his cock, only to get his face blasted by Dan’s thick cum. Chester gave a groan, then he gripped my head and pushed his cock in hard into my throat. I felt hot liquid flood my tonsils and fill up my mouth, then I too was choking on Chester’s cum and he pulled out. His cock was magnificent, the snake with its fanged mouth wide open, spewing ropes and ropes of cum. Most of it went on my face and I licked up the bitter taste, savouring it. A wave of lust overcame me, and I came into Dan’s mouth. He swallowed fast, then lifted off my cock as I shot several streams high into the air, coating my own chest and Chester’s abs with cum.

Finally we were spent and lay down heaving on the tiles. I wiped my hand across my face and picked up what I could of Chester’s cum, then brought it to my mouth and licked everything up. Chester rolled over beside me and planted his lips on mine, and we made out for a while with Dan’s cum squishing between our faces, passing Chester’s cum between our mouths.

There was a splash — Dan had jumped back into the pool. “Gotta wash off your spunk,” he called. Chester looked at me. I shook my head. “Not gonna wash yours off,” I grinned, even as the nasty musk of cooling sperm started hanging around my nose. “Gonna walk back to my dorm with it on my face and in my mouth.”

“You can always come back for more,” Chester grinned, then flopped on top of me and continued kissing and plundering my mouth. His erection had not gone down. I broke the kiss and traced the python on his waist.

“It’s beautiful,” I whispered in his ear. My hands followed the snake and held his heavy hardon in my palm. “Was it painful? Getting the tattoo on your dick?”

Chester gave me a dark smile. “It wasn’t painful as much as it was a turn-on for me,” his mouth was right next to my ear now, and his cummy lips were sliding erotically over my earlobe. “I was hard the whole time, and I didn’t really have to think about anything to get my cock up. The tattoo needle was enough to keep me hard.”

At my sharp intake of breath and sudden jolt in my groin, he continued, “and the tattoo artist was smoking hot. He works naked if he’s inking a hot guy. Maybe I’ll bring you around some day.” He tongue-bathed my earlobe thoroughly, and I moaned.

I think we did choke up the public pool’s filters, that night.

One night when I was sleeping over my friend Jeff’s house, we decided that we were both hot, and wanted to go for a swim in his pool. Jeff is younger than me, but I’ve always thought he was cute. I hadn’t brought my suit, so I just took off my shorts and went swimming in my Joe Boxers.

While we were swimming, I had gotten a hard-on, and by the time we got out, I knew I had to jack off in order to get rid of it. Jeff went into his room to change first, and when he got out, I went in. I took off my boxers, and started to jack off (hoping I could be quick, so Jeff wouldn’t be suspicious), when I noticed that Jeff had a banana on his desk. I pulled the condom out of my wallet, and put it over the banana, and worked it into my asshole. In about 30 seconds, I was ready to cum, and caught it in my cupped hand. It started to drip between my fingers, but I couldn’t find his trash barrel, so I was forced to drink it. I picked up the banana off the floor, where I had dropped it, took the condom off, put it back exactly where I had got it, shoved the condom in my pocket, and quickly got dressed.

The two of us watched TV in the family room for a while, and after his parents went to bed, Jeff suggested we watch a dirty movie. He ran up to his room to get it, and came back with two tapes, one normal size, and the other one of the small camcorder tapes. The first one was of his older sister and her boyfriend (who was our age) having sex in her room. He told me how he had hidden it in a heating duct, slid the cover to one side, and run the wires through the duct to his room right above hers, where he had hooked it up to his VCR, and recorded them having sex. The tape was short, only about 15 minutes, but it had managed to get me really hard.

He took the camcorder tape and put it in the adaptor, and put it in the VCR. I saw his room, and the date and time on the bottom corner said it was earlier in the evening. When I saw myself walk into the room, my heart started to beat a million miles a minute. As I jacked off on the TV, Jeff told me how he had set up the camcorder, hoping to catch a glimpse of me naked, and had gotten more than he bargained for. He said he had watched the tape on the camcorder when he had “gone to the bathroom”, and he said that if I didn’t give him a blowjob, he would make copies of the tape and spread them around. He pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles, and sat down on the couch, with his 7″ pecker pointing straight to the ceiling.

I knelt in front of him, and started to suck, and in about 30 seconds, Jeff shot a load in my mouth. I kept it there, not sure, what to do with it. Jeff told me to swallow it, and I did, not wanting anyone to see my jacking off on tape. He told me I had to suck his cock again, but when he came, I had to keep it in my mouth.

Jeff had started to go limp after coming, and it took almost 15 minutes of sucking before he came again. This time, he told me to kiss him, and share with him. I kissed him, and as the cum ran from my mouth to his, he started to run his tongue through my mouth. This was too much for me, and I came in my boxers, most of it running down my leg and onto the floor. Jeff told me to go clean up, I had done my part and he would destroy the tape.

Even though our first time together was under odd circumstances, Jeff and I still like to experiment together, and I hope that one day, we might be able to add Jeff’s next door neighbour to the occasion some day. Jeff had told me about Andrew and how he was a member of the same cycling club that he was. I could just imagine how hot both boys would be in cycle shorts! Oh and he never did destroy that tape which came in handy with Andrew a few months later.

Jeff rang me to ask me over for a swim as his parents were away for the weekend and he and his friend, Andrew, were just chilling out by the pool. Naturally, I wasn’t going to turn down a swim on a hot day like today and besides I could maybe have some more fun with Jeff or at least get to perve on his hot young neighbour, Andrew.

As I opened the back gate I was greeted by Jeff who was wearing the smallest micro bikini I had ever seen. It was also transparent when it was wet like it was now! Fuck, what an awesome sight! What I didn’t count on was Andrew! He too had on the same style of bikini but it was white where Jeff’s was black! What a hot pair of young teen studs!

“Hey dude, wats up?” I casually said as I walked in. Both their dicks I hope, I thought.

“Just chilling man, take a load off and join us” Andrew said with that cute little boy smile of his. Andrew has long blonde hair where Jeff wears his short, brown and spiky. A strand of Andrew’s hair hung over his eyes as he looked at me.

“Cool” I said as I sat myself down on the lounge beside the pool. Jeff’s backyard was fenced and I knew the neighbours couldn’t see anything anyway, so I casually slipped my shirt off.

“Hey, bud, you want a ‘J’?” asked Jeff as he strolled over to my chair. By the look of both of their eyes it was obvious that they had already had a few before I had arrived.

“Why the fuck not!” I almost shouted. This afternoon was looking more and more rewarding!

With that I was handed a nice little two paper number and proceeded to get pleasantly smashed. As the slow stoned feelings washed over me, I couldn’t help but stare at the two hot young mans in front of me. Andrew was lying back just staring at the sky while Jeff was sitting on the edge of the pool. Both boys looked to fucking die for in their little bikinis.

“Well, if its good enough for you dudes, then its good enough for me” I said as I stood and slowly peeled off my boardies. Underneath I was wearing a hot little leopard skin pair of jocks with a tiny G-string back.

“Cool jocks, man, where did you manage to get a pair like THAT?” Jeff asked as his eyes wandered up and down my torso resting finally on the bulge.

“Fucking awesome, dude” piped in Andrew, not letting his friend have all the talk. “Why don’t you turn around and let us see the back?”

As I slowly turned around an audible gasp came from the lips of both boys. They were presented with my cute hairless arse framed just enough by the little string of material that ran up my crack and forced my cheeks gently apart. I slowly turned back.

“Where the fuck did you buy those? Man, I want a pair!” Jeff asked, a wicked little smile spreading across his stoned dial.

” I bought them at the sex shop in the Valley. You know the one, on the corner” I said. The one with the attached sex room I thought to myself as I felt my cock fluffing up remembering the hot blowjob I had gotten while there from the boy wearing the school uniform.

“Betcha bought more than undies though, dude. You get any porn?” asked innocent looking Andrew whose cock was now poking the front of his white bikinis totally out.

“Nah, dude, didn’t have enough cash for that. Just these jocks and some wanking off lube was all I could afford,” I said. “Wish I had some readies though, there were some really hot looking vids there I wouldn’t have minded watching”.

“Yeah, when you haven’t got the real thing, nothing like a good vid to get the juices going” Andrew said, his eyes glazed as if he was remembering the last time he watched a porno. I also noticed that his eyes weren’t the only things that had a glazed look about it. The tiny pouch of his bikini was definitely bigger than when I arrived and his hand was absent-mindedly brushing across the shaft of a semi erect cock. I looked across at Jeff, who also had noticed the hand movements of his hunky young neighbour. He caught my eyes as a sly smile appeared on his face.

“Hey, Dudes, I got some hot porn vids up in my room if you want to check’em out” Jeff stated as his eyes remained fixed on Andrew’s crotch.

“Way cool, I’m in!” exclaimed the stoned young blonde.

“Me too” I added not wanting miss any of the fun. “Let’s do it!”

As we stood up to go to Jeff’s room, I noticed the lewd way Andrew’s cock pushed the tiny micro-bikini out from his waist. A tiny trail of his light blonde pubes was now visible just at the waistband. I also noticed that a small wet patch had appeared on his togs making them go just a little transparent were the knob of his young cock was. Jeff was no slouch either, his jock was pushed way out showing clearly his almost hard 7″ to perfection, the head resting on his left hip.

We made our way through the back sliding door and headed for the stairs. I deliberately stayed at the back, as I wasn’t going to miss the opportunity of perving on those tight bums of the two hot young studs in front of me. I can assure you I wasn’t disappointed! I watched two perfect sets of buns wiggle as they walked up the stairs in front of me. I noticed that both boys had extremely firm young legs and were both shaved smooth, obviously because of their cycling.

As we entered Jeff’s bedroom, I noticed it was the usual mess that I knew it as. There were clothes everywhere! I loved Jeff’s bedroom because it always smelled of Jeff and the hot sex that I knew he had with himself when he watched the pornos. There were boardies and trackies and here and there I could see a pair of cycling shorts. One pair in particular caught my eye, as there was a pair of speedos caught in them when he obviously pulled them down. Now I knew for a fact that Jeff never wore anything under his shorts when cycling so I guessed he had had them on during a hot wank off session. Fuck, my dick was at full mast thinking of this hot stud beating off in a pair of speedos.

“Hey, dude, you want to spark up again?” asked Andrew as he sat down on Jeff’s bed facing the screen. I nodded as I sat next to him feeling the heat from his legs as he sat next to me. Jeff bent down to pick out a video from his secret stash. As he did those bikinis just pulled to breaking point. You could see the thin line where his buttcheeks were through the material. I copped a good eyeful as I noticed Andrew doing the same. One hand was holding the joint and the other was lightly caressing his bulge. Fuck, this was going to be good!

“So, hey dude, how much did those wild jox cost ya?” asked Andrew as he passed me the lit J.

“Nearly thirty bucks, man” I replied.

“Fuckin’ exxy, but I bet they feel really fuckin’ horny on. Gotta be worth it!” Andrew said as I passed the joint to Jeff for a hit.

“Yea, sure are. Say, you want to try ’em on?” I asked, “Jeff will lend me a pair of his jox, if ya like”.

“Can I – that would be awesome!” Andrew replied as Jeff walked the short distance to the bed.

“Way kewl, dude, just grab any pair of my jox you want and Andrew can get changed in the bathroom”

I knew my chance was here. I reached for the pair of speedos I had seen lying in his cycle shorts. I disappeared into the bathroom and as I slowly pulled my jox down I felt my cock spring into full life as the thought of wearing Jeff’s speeds really turned me on. I decided on impulse to check the front and sure enough the stain of ‘not too stale’ cum was clearly evident. I looked down as a string of precum escaped the lips of my dick. I pulled the speeds on and adjusted my cock so it touched my waist and stepped out into the room. “Here, dude, they’re all yours!” I said as I casually tossed my jox to Andrew. He caught them and disappeared into the bathroom.

I looked over at Jeff just as he held in his hand the Camcorder tape. I knew what he was thinking and gave him a sly grin as I squeezed my hard dick in the fabric. I noticed Jeff’s cock was drooling precum everywhere and whereas before they were wet from the pool, now they were wet from precum and even more transparent.

Neither of us was prepared for what we were about to see. Andrew, the hot young man next door came out looking every bit the male stripper. Fuck, his legs looked so long as did his cock as it lewdly bulged in the leopard skin jox. Man they had never looked so good. If nothing else I would be able to smell his hot young mancock while I wanked next.

“Fuckin’ awesome, dude. They look really hot!” Andrew said as he stood in front of us. “Take a look at the back” he said as he turned around showing his bare cheeks, ripe and firm.

“Hey dudes, what sorta movie you want to watch?” asked Jeff as he pulled the secret hiding space open.

“Hey lets watch that one of your sister and her boyfriend, I always had the hots for your sister. Man, I would love to be in a threesome with them sometime,” said Andrew as he took the lit joint from my hand and dragged deeply.

“Okay, pull up a piece of bed and we’ll get the ball rolling” Jeff said as he inserted the tape into the VCR.

All three of us now started watching as Brad, Jeff’s sister’s boyfriend stood at the foot of the bed with his pants down around his ankles. It seems Brad, like me had a fetish for hot jocks as he was wearing a jockstrap which framed his hairless arse perfectly. I stole a glance at Jeff and saw his hand resting lightly on the head of his hard cock sticking out the top of his jocks. Andrew on the other hand had his hands at his side and I could clearly see the wet spot at the tip of his shaft as it throbbed with the blood filling it to the brim.

I had decided that it was time to really get the things moving as I watched my friends more than the movie.

“Hey dude, your sister is a hot piece of arse and look at the size of that monster that Brad has. Wonder how it feels going into her?” I asked. With that I put my hand down the front of the borrowed speeds and started slowly to squeeze my hard shaft.

“I reckon he and I have a cock about the same size,” said Jeff as he squeezed the knob and grasped his balls to show us how long it was. “Maybe Brad’s a little thicker than mine tho” he said as he squeezed it hard.

“I don’t know dude, maybe his is a little bigger” said Andrew who had now got his hand down the front of the G string and was slowly working his hand up and down the hard shaft. “Why don’t you stand up and show us?”

“Geez, guys I don’t know” Jeff said as he looked a little stunned by Andrew’s comments.

“Here have another hit of the J to give you some Dutch courage,” I said as I passed him the joint.

“Okay, guys, here it comes. Tell me what you reckon” Jeff said as he stood up and slowly peeled the front of the tiny black micro bikini down revealing first his shaved pubes and then the base of his long hard cock. As the material slid further down, his shaft became more and more obvious till when he pulled it out over his smooth balls. It let loose with a resounding smack as it hit his hard young abs.

“That’s better,” said Jeff as he slowly stroked his meat in front of us. “Hey dudes, no fair me being the only one with my cock on show its your turn”.

“I’m in” I said, ” my hardon is killing me”. With that I stood and peeled the side of the speeds away from my cock stroking it for both Jeff and Andrew to see.

“Well, I’m not one to pike out on a good thing, besides, this baby needs some air” said Andrew as he stood and pulled the side of G away to reveal a cock that was smooth and seven inches of cut hot meat. I noticed there was also a distinct lack of hair on Andrew as well. Where Jeff had a totally smooth pubic zone, Andrew has his clippered right down. They were there, but only just!

“Hey dudes, I don’t know about you but I think I am going to have a healthy little wank to this vid. Anyone joining me?” asked Jeff as he sat back down on the floor stroking his cock.

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask!” said Andrew as he too sat down again. I could clearly see a drop of precum oozing out of his boycock. He had one hand on his balls and the other on his hard shaft. My cock jumped with the sight of these two hot young studs jacking off. But it appeared Jeff had other thoughts on his mind.

“Hey Drew, you want to watch one I took a while ago? Pretty hot solo action but very interesting!” he said.

“Yeah, man, at the moment I’d watch two cats get it on and get a hard on!” Andrew laughed as he continued to squeeze his young mancock. I saw a drip of precum slide down his shaft as he said it. Mmm, I thought, I would like to taste that!

With that Jeff stood up, his hard on poking straight out from his tight little body. He reached over and pressed the eject button and pulled the tape from the player. He rummaged in his secret stash and pulled out a blank covered cassette and put it in. The machine whirred into action straight away.

“Man, this one is SO fucking hot! I spunk off to this all the time!” Jeff said as he resumed his seat next to me.

All our eyes were glued to the screen now as the movie slowly unfolded on the TV. It started off with a wide shot of Jeff’s bedroom and then there I was! It was the tape of me with the banana. Jeff hadn’t destroyed it. The liar! I blushed a thousand shades of red as I realised that both boys would see me place the banana at my hot waiting hole and fuck myself to orgasm with it.

There I was walking in with my hard on obvious in my Joe Boxers and slowly squeezing it. Next I saw my hand pick up the banana and start to put the condom on it. I couldn’t watch anymore. I turned my head away from the screen only to face Andrew who I noticed was watching the screen intently and squeezing his cock even harder.

“Fuck, dude, I never thought of using a banana. I always have just used my fingers! Bet that felt awesome!” Drew said as he smiled a really wicked smile.

Well, as you can guess, I was embarrassed, but extremely turned on that Andrew had said he stuck his fingers in his arse! I looked at Jeff, who once again took control of the situation.

“If you did so well with that banana, why don’t you try this!”. With that he reached into his hidden stash and pulled out a dildo that was about ten inches long! “I stole it from my sister. She uses it whenever her stud can’t get it up. And she sometimes puts on a show for him”.

“Shit man, I don’t know” I replied knowing in reality that I was starting to get an itchy arsehole thinking of the possibilities. Then it came to me! “I’ll do it if you give me a hand!”

“Kewl, dude. Lay back and put your legs behind your ears!” Jeff said as he held the huge fuck toy in his hands. “You had better get it nice and wet before I shove it up your arse. Here, spit on it” he said as he held it out to me. I was so dry that I could hardly raise a spit, so Jeff told Andrew to spit on it as well. To my surprise Andrew not only spat on it, but went down on it as well!

“Assume the position!” commanded Jeff. I lay back on the bed with my stiff cock still sticking out the side of Jeff’s speeds. He pulled the leg seam aside and then decided that he couldn’t get the fake cock near my arse that way. “We’ll have to try something else” With that he went to his dresser and pulled out his pocket knife. Fuck what was he going to do!?! He handed the dildo to Andrew and very carefully cut a little slit in the fabric covering my arsehole. He then stuck both his hands inside and ripped the material apart far enough that he could gain access to my hot twitching hole beneath.

Andrew, in the meantime, had been slowly stroking the fake cock in his hands. “Hey, this sucker is getting dry again. You got any lube? I usually use moisturiser”.

“Nah, got somethin’ much better, dude. Here, whack some of this Wet Stuff on it” he said as he threw the tube at Andrew who proceeded to do the deed. His hands really caressed that fake cock like it was real. I wished it was mine he was doing it to!

“Now, lets see what this dude can handle. You ready for this?” Jeff asked me. “Now, what we going to do to this pretty little pink arsehole? We going to fuck it with the big old dildo? Maybe we should get it ready first. What you think Drew? We need to make this hole bigger for that monster cock?” Jeff said looking very closely at my exposed hole.

“Yeah, man, I don’t think he could take it at the moment. Think he needs some lube on the inside, just like I do when I finger myself!” said Andrew now also beside the bed and staring down at my twitching ring. “You wanna go first, or will I?”

“You are the expert dude, you give it to him” Jeff said as he handed the lube to Drew.

“Alright baby, time to make that hole feel REAAAAAL good! Lift his legs, Jeff, I need to see what I’m doing”. With that Jeff grabbed my ankles and lifted them to the ceiling. I couldn’t believe it! Here I was with two hot boystuds who wanted to fuck me with a dildo!

I felt Drew’s fingers gently tickling the outside of my hole. Slowly he teased the opening just brushing over it every time he went by. I started to moan. His fingers lightly caressed my aching hole. It twitched every time he swept across the opening. Then slowly he stopped teasing and just rubbed the outer rim of my hole with his index finger. I felt the pressure increase and finally it popped open for his invading digit. Slowly he pushed deeper and deeper gently touching my prostate as he went. I wasn’t ready for what happened next as he pushed in two fingers and slowly started to finger fuck me. I gasped in pure lust as he removed the fingers after ten minutes and then my eyes opened wide.

“Yeah, Dude, get that dildo ready! Shove that cock up his arse!” Jeff said as he continued to stroke his hard throbbing cock. Just as he said this I felt the slight coldness of the dildo as it was pressed against my now wide open hole. In it went inch by inch as Drew watched his artistry of preparing me to take it. He had both hands on the end as he inserted the fake cock all the way up my gaping arse. He pulled it so it was almost completely out and then resumed its travel into my bowels.

“Look how much he can take, Dude, its all the way and I bet he wants more! Watcha reckon?” Drew stared in awe.

“Hmm, that right, man? You want more? I reckon you could take a bit more than that,” Jeff said, a wicked grin on his dial. With that he grabbed the dildo from Drew and started to really slam it into me. Just when I thought I was going to blow, he pulled it out leaving my hole empty and open. Jeff told Drew to grab my ankles and hold them real high. He placed his hand down near my arse and then slowly put not one or two fingers up my arse but ALL four. I felt like I was exploding! Drew was so turned on by the show in front of him that he didn’t notice he had placed his gentle little boy butt right over my face. I slowly pulled myself up a little and inhaled the slightly chlorine smell of his arse crack. His hot little hole was staring at me with the tiny band of material from the G-string right in the middle. I used my teeth to slowly pull the wisp of material away from the treasure I wanted so bad to taste. Slowly, I licked the rim of his arse as it twitched in front of me. This turned Drew on more as he pushed down on my face to get more of my tongue deeper into his arse. It was all too much. The combination of smelling Drew and being fist fucked by Jeff, I screamed I was cumming as I shot wad after wad of hot young man cum all over Drew’s chest, all without even touching myself!

Seeing me blow my load was too much for the other guys as well. Next thing I heard Jeff yell he was cumming too! I felt his hot load as it slashed onto my smooth hairless chest. My tongue up Drew’s arse and seeing us both blow had its effect on Drew too. He shouted, ” I’m blowin’ it dudes” as he leaned forward towards Jeff and shot streams of boycum all over Jeff.

Jeff slowly removed his hand from my arse. ” Hey man, take a look how open he is!” Drew moved around as I held my ankles up high for them both to look into me. I felt Drew’s hands gently prise open my cheeks as I heard him say, “Fuck, I reckon I can see your brains dude, you are that open.” We all had a laugh at this as we rested after our finger-a-thon.

“Man, I feel really funky, think I need a shower. You dudes going to join me?” asked Jeff as we all came back to our senses.

“Yeah man, all that jizz has got me all sticky, I could really use somebody to wash my back” snickered Drew. With that we all adjourned to the poolroom where Jeff’s parents had put a huge shower with three heads. A bit like the one’s in a gym.

We all got under the sprays as Jeff ran along turning them all on. Next thing I knew he had a bar of soap in his hands and was rubbing my chest and gently squeezing my nipples.

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I can barely hold onto the steering wheel throughout the entire drive towards the hotel, speeding past the limit and going around the few cars that are still traveling at this hour. The roads are silent and empty, with almost no one around as they all are sleeping soundlessly in their own homes without a worry in their mind, while me on the other hand, is nervous as hell on what I must have gotten myself into. At first, I wasn’t going to use the card with the 13k, but found myself needing it on some occasions during the week. A few lunch stops, a couple redbox rentals, and some new equipment for my laptop, and then even a couple of the ridiculous clothes that I know he likes that is stuff deep into the backpack next to me. He must surely know all of this and would have monitored all of my purchases, and no doubt must have pleased his little spanish head to see me buy those clothes, knowing how stupid I must have looked walking into those stores and buying those items.

I waited until everyone left the store before heading in there, keeping my head down and my eyes hidden behind my long dark hair as I quickly grabbed anything with a size small that fitted me from shorts to shirts and bringing them quickly up to the front desk with this teenager girl looking at me cautiously and then later with pity as she scanned all of the clothes. I didn’t say a word to her and even she knew that I was buying this to impress some boy that was out of my leauge and that I hated doing it. I wish that was the case, but instead I am buying these to get closer to the mysterious Mr.Havanna and hopefully get ahold of that phone and delete that picture of my naked ass cheeks before he decides to upload it to the net and gather all of the much interesting men of virtue, to come looking for my ass and wanting a piece of it for their own.

I shake my head at the thought at how much I have lost my edge in these simple meet and greets, especially with this one as well. With my previous four, that was never the problem that I had to worry about or had to contain really. The old man in the bathrobe, simply wanted to smoke his cig and bang something that he had no clue why or how it came to him and he wasn’t in the position to question it since I didn’t really have an answer either to it or even wanted him to have the delight of knowing. The married man sure as hell didn’t want any connection to me in any way, let alone have any record of it, as he would always pick up after me as I went along his house, grabbing any clothes I threw off or cleaning any glasses of drinks I made, and washing the sheets after he fucked me in them. I knew he regretted his decision each time he cummed on me, as he thought to himself that this pretty little ghetto boy is going to blackmail me in some way, Especially when I let him be more rougher with me that he was with his wife as he would smack my pale ass cheeks and pull my long black hair along with the little choker I would sometimes wear around my neck.

He wasn’t a problem at all, and I had no reason to blackmail him unless I needed something in the future that I couldn’t get myself, then maybe I would show up to his house with his kids and wife home and say I was some punk who broke his skateboard and needed help getting home. I don’t even skateboard, that’s how unreal it would be to him, I think to myself with a small laugh. The mohawk guy with the netflix in the background, didn’t know half of what was going on just as much as I would, so I can’t really confirm to myself if there was any documentation of that night after the underground rock party and I went to his basement with his friend and got my lights fucked out and quickly left the next morning while he was still asleep along with his friend in the corner of the room who must have passed out after watching us for so long. And as for the art teacher, he is the only one that I wouldn’t mind having any documentation of me, as I care for him deeply, considering possibly that I developed some sort of crush on him.

Not love, I could almost never feel that, at least not anymore that I would ever allow myself to feel again. But with the art teacher, Langley, he was far above all the others that I allowed myself to be naked for, as he would not only help me with my homework constantly but because he showed an interest in me that was not sexual or friendship, but more of a possibilities are endless for you kind of way. He always said that my grades are high enough in school for me to get a grant of some sort, and leave the ghetto behind, as long as I would dress not in my occasional emo clothes and remove any dark makeup I had to fit in amongst the peers of education to which I gave a response of a middle finger and a smile. I let myself to get fucked by him after graduated, a few multiple times in his own quiet home, to kind of reward him in some way of always treating me nice and fair, even letting him do things I normally wouldn’t allow like having him push deep into my throat to the point I would choke multiple times, or letting him smack his cock across my pale face while I looked up at him innocently.

Art teacher was a understatement for Langley, for he used to teach math in my highschool, and knew with all the mathematical equations and graphmatical whatevers and whatevers, he knew that when he was fucking me, that I was going to come back more and didn’t want anything but to let him silently enjoy me and satisify myself that I was doing a service that he deserves. But he didn’t want any documentation of it, leaving me slightly dissapointed in a way as I more surely would have sent him a nude pic or at least take a video selfie of me sucking on his balls with a clear image of my face so he could see it was very much me doing it and no one else, but still he said no. I think about how much I allowed for him, compared to what I would allow for Mr.Havanna as I left my car and headed inside the hotel, walking quickly past desk, holding my backpack close to me and not making eye contact with the woman sitting behind it who interestingly did not seem to lookup at all from her paperwork. I walked quickly into the elevator, pushing the sixth floor and waiting as it lifted me up above the levels and dinged with arrival.

I walked down the hall, hearing only the sounds of my flip flops flapping back and fourth with each step as I walk close to the hotel room of 354 that still was firm in my memory and had that little faded dark tan spot on the corner of the door that was unlike any of the other doors in this fancy place. I knocked slightly, hearing a few voices inside the room and heavy footsteps come to the door before opening it with a loud latching sound as I nervously stood in the entry way and pushing aside my dark hair to see another spanish man, not Mr.Havanna, standing before me with a open collar shirt with muscular abs riddled with slight chest hair, and features of a musky dark face with his hair slicked back, drinking alcohol in his other hand while holding the door open with his other. He was beautiful to look at, much like Mr.Havanna but he was not Mr.Havanna as I slightly stepped backward from the door, holding my backpack tightly in my hands, ready to swing at him if he came any further. He gave a slight laugh and shook his head, opening the door even more and taking another drink of his beverge and wiping away at his mouth.

“He said you were a cautious little one, but don’t  worry, I am only here for the same thing you are my friend. Go ahead and come inside, and make sure to have those clothes in your backpack ready” He says to me, turning away and leaving the hotel door open and walking into the room.

He knows..

I think about what next to do, wondering if I should toss the card and clothes and run off back to my car and speed home and live out the rest of my life, or step inside and face whatever is waiting for me. I think for a second before stepping inside, closing the door to hear slight cuban like music playing off a very impressive and expensive speaker. The environment is filled with smoke with a fruity taste, which is more concentrated and thicker than any rock concert I have been in or any hookah bar for that matter. On the nearby table close to the mini bar, there lays only one bag, making me wonder why they only packed on bag if they flew all the way down here to see me, as I turn to see the spanish man with abs sit slightly on the bed, looking at me with a firm smile that sets me uneasy. Behind me, the hotel door closes as Mr.Havanna stands at the doorway with his shirt off and only his dress pants and shoes still on, holding a drink of his own and smiling at me.

“I knew you would come Chico, I told you that you could leave if you wanted” He says to me

“I still may, but the question is if your going to hunt me down for this 13k?” I say to him, holding firm on the backpack while the spanish man on the bed gives a slight laugh, almost spilling his drink.

“13K is something I piss away, it’s nothing to us American boy, you can run if you want” he says to me

“What my cousin is saying is that we want to offer you something and it’s going to be a once and a lifetime offer, ehh how do you americans call it? Hitting the lottery” He says with a smile to which I understand now what I have stepped in finally.

“You want to do a porn video with a cuban cock up my pale american ass to take back home and probably make thousands on in whatever fucking currency you guys use, probably having some title saying “lost teen in hotel needs help finding his way back” to bring more in to watch it right?” I say to them, gripping hard on my backpack.

“American has a imagination that’s for sure, chico” I hear the spanish man say on the bed but can barely see him through the smoke as I turn my head to Mr.Havanna who hasn’t responded at all with his face growing serious.

“No, that’s not what we are here for, even though it would most likely make more than a thousand Pesos, but what my cousin Diego and I want, is to offer you a empire to manage and be the face of” He says to me

“Bullshit” I say to him, wondering why they are lying

“It’s true, my cousin Vancilo is giving you something that you should listen to” Diego says, sitting on the bed

“Explain?” I say to him

“In my line of work, there is traces to me that extend to all parts around the world that could be connected to me and could prove to be, uhh, very bad to all of us who are in it. My cousin Diego is going to lead one half of the empire while I lead the other half, and what we need is someone to replace me.” He says to me

“What do you mean?” I say, completely confused

“We trust pretty much no one, especially family, and no matter how much I try to hide within the banana tree shade, there is always the bastard sun trying to find me. I will be dying soon due to bad, ehhh, health and we need someone to just lead the other half of the empire in my place with Diego that no one else will know and have no connection in any way” he says to me

“And that’s me? I don’t understand what the hell you guys are talking about?” I say to him, resting against the table as Diego takes another drink and speaks up

“I speak better english American boy, what my cuz is saying that instead of finding someone with ambitions and connections and popularity, he wants to find someone to replace him that has nothing but shit in their life and likes to keep everything quiet and closed” He says with a smirk

“Well fuck you too” I say to him

“That’s why we are here, we can take you to Cuba and fill you in on the details and get you set up in a life where you will have to leave everything behind and live a rich life after I pass away, but we need to make sure we can trust you” He says to me

“And how can I prove that?” I say to him, almost regretting what I said as he and both Diego smile to each other

“You want me to fuck both of you? How does that benefit or prove that I can run an empire” I say to him

“You won’t be running it but taking my place and hiding, but we want to have you so we can guarantee your trust and know you will do anything required” he says to me as I think to myself what exactly to think of all of this…

“I haven’t done two at the same time, and I don’t think I believe any word you both have said to even attempt it tonight” I say to him

“The door is right there then” Diego says to me as I lift up from the desk and walk towards the door with Vancilo moving out of my way, looking at me intensely as I open the hotel door and step slightly out, feeling the fresh air of the hallway, holding the door open slightly and waiting to see if they are going to stop me and finding nothing happening.

Oh Ashton, you better not regret this….

I close the hotel door, dropping the bag and turning to Vancilo and nodding my head to him which he smiles and walks close against my body and moves his hand across the soft fabric of my sweats of my asscheeks and starts to kiss my neck and lead me towards the bed while Diego moves from the bed and turns the volume louder and starts to undress. I feel Vancilo push me against the bed and start to tear off my sweats while I kick away my flip flops and feeling my skinny legs being lifted onto the bed completely and feeling his face push between the fabrics of my underwear between my asscheeks. Diego walks over completely naked and muscular with his brown cock pointed to me as he walks over, gently sitting next to my face and waits for me to grab onto his cock and place it in my mouth, in which I start to do and licking around the head of his cock as he moans.

I feel my underwear torn and tossed across the hotel room as my asscheeks feel tiny in his hands as he eats out my ass, taking off his clothes as well as I continue to suck on Diegos cock, feeling it push deeper and deeper into my throat as my head goes dizzy by the smoke in the air and pounding pressure of the music in the background. I feel my body shift to the middle of the bed while Vaniclo grabs onto my skinny ankles and pushes his cock deep inside me while Diego moves in front of me and rests my head on his thigh and relaxes as I continue to suck away. The more I start to moan, the more they both increase in their speed in fucking me, with Diego looking down at me and spitting across my face, hitting a little in my eye to which gets me pissed and slightly turned on as I grab hold of his cock and massage his brown balls and continue to suck away harder than before. He responds with his own hate as he pushes his cock deeper into my throat, hearing my choking sounds and wanting me to break way with a gasp of air to which I don’t give him the satisfaction and continue to suck away with his balls rubbing against my chin and eyeliner running down my face.

Vancilo practically owns my ass at the moment as he continues to hold each ass cheek in his hands and fucks away at me as I feel his cock go deeper inside me and rub across the walls of my skin that makes me moan even harder than I can control. He gives me a slight spank across my ass cheeks before pounding harder and harder which is making even my own cock start to stiffen on the bedsheets. Diego pulls my mouth off his cock after he sees me almost look consciousness and breathing heavily and feeling Vancilo pull his own cock out of my ass as I shake on the bed. I feel myself flip over as Vancilo moves toward me, pushing his older balls against my face with only one ball actually in my wet mouth while Diego wraps my skinny legs around his body and fucks me hard, his ass cheeks reflecting to me in the mirror behind him and my little feet dangling over his arms. 

I start to lick away furiously at his balls, pushing my tounge around each of his nut and feeling his ball hair smooth away at wetness of my mouth that makes him yell in the room as he pushes my face deeper with precum from his dick starting to get on my hair. He lifts himself up from my face as Diego lifts my body with him still inside me, feeling my dick rub against his hard abs that turns me on even more. I am more interested in Diego at this moment as I bite down hard on his neck and shifting my hips back and fourth to ride him deeper, screaming with my mouth on his neck, and hearing him speak his foreign language in loud volumes. I feel myself getting hornier at his cologne scent and the fun idea of two men fucking me along with their story I am unsure is real but will be worth it if this is true.

“Fuck me harder daddy” I whisper in his ear, something I have never said to another man that makes him stop suddenly.

“No one has ever said that to me before” He says, before thrusting deeper inside my and pulling my head back to look up at Vancilo who jerking his cock over my face and shooting his sticky cum all over my face and some in my mouth while the rest goes ontop of my long emo hair. I smile at him, my eyes blurry and stinging with his cum.

“That’s how American boys do it” I say loudly….

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23 May 1890

Southampton Docks, England

Joanna, My Love:

How I miss you, even after only three days since having been by your side–and more. And especially I regret not letting you come to see me off on my journey of establishing our future.

My traveling companion, the Heyward Company representative, David Paxton, is spending our last evening in port with his wife and children, who have come to see us off, and my heart aches that that could not be you here as well. I realize that seeing me away was a good excuse for going to London privately to see a doctor without your family suspecting what we suspect, but I regret being so impetuous as to have caused this reason we cannot be together here on my last night in England. Oh, how I miss you. I will send for you to join me in Cape Colony and to be my wife a soon as possible regardless of the results of your London trip. We will be together sooner than later if it is as we fear, and your family and friends will never need to know of the timing involved.

Take care, love. I intend to establish myself well in the colony–and now can better do so with the discovery of gold as well as the earlier finding of diamonds on the Heyward Company Orange River holdings. You father will have reason to be proud of my prospects yet. The hearsay he speaks of is just that–vicious gossip. I cannot help it if my aspect and the company I once kept at Oxford are as they have been publicly described to be. We will overcome all of this and establish ourselves proudly in this world, come what may.

Your loving fiancé,

Peter

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I embarked on the royal steam mail ship, the RMS Dunottar Castle, for the eighteen-day run from Southampton, England, to Cape Town in south Africa to seek my fortune in south Africa and to establish a life there for Joanna and me. Joanna would join me sooner than later, if, as feared, she is with child following our impetuous act–well, acts.

Unknown to me before I embarked, Trevor Heyward, the president of the holding company that had hired me to go to south Africa, was on the same ship. I had thought that I would be accompanied only by David Paxton, who was overseer of the company that resupplied farms northwest of Cape Town. The company’s business had been expanded following the discovery of mineable diamonds there in the Orange River some twenty years earlier and now gold had been discovered in the river bank as well. With the expansion of business had come the need for more administrative staff and, following an especially favorable interview I received from Trevor Heyward in London, I had been hired on as an accountant. This had transpired despite rumors that had begun to float on activities of my circle of friends at Oxford the previous year–rumors I could best face by acquiring a wife and distancing myself from England for a period.

I should have realized, however, that the interview with Heyward was more because of those rumors rather than despite them. But I was so concerned about what the results would be from Joanna’s consultation with a physician in London that I did not focus on the nature of Heyward’s interest in hiring me. In many regards news from Joanna that we would need to press ahead with our nuptials and retire together away from England for at least a few years would be the most welcome. I had gritted my teeth and striven hard to woo and then to find opportunity to bed her repeatedly to counter the rumors from Oxford–as well as to reassure myself that I was able to accept tradition. My mind was occupied with thoughts of this situation when I met with Heyward; they were not with his easy familiarity and unexpected eagerness to hire me for the Cape Colony operations.

David Paxton came as even more of a surprise for me.

Paxton was a riddle. If I hadn’t seen him with his family–a wife and a young man and girl–in Southampton, I would have drawn a different conclusion with him. I also would have seen him as a threat to my plan to redeem myself far sooner than I did. He seemed to show a certain familiar interest in me, and I must admit that he was a man to give rise to speculation and arousal. Paxton was a florid Scott, tall and muscular, robust and exuberant of both body and personality. He was red headed, with the burnished skin toning of such a man who spent considerable time outdoors under the sun. He was a handsome, square-jawed man with mutton-chop whiskers, bravado, and a loud, boisterous voice. He had a piercing, assessing, and knowing stare, and this he turned on me starting from the moment the RMS Dunottar Castle took sail from Southampton.

We were traveling second class, with Trevor Heyward in first, so Paxton and I didn’t enter into the realm of the company officer until we had cleared the sighting of the Rock of Gibraltar and entered the waters of Africa. So much changed on that day, it was like we entered another world, a more primitive and primeval world, a world of stripping away convention and social limits. I could see it in Paxton–and eventually in Heyward, as well–and I could feel it in myself. I could sense an increased sensitivity to contact with those men, to the expressions on their faces–their eyes and their smiles–and to the effect on my own body of having them brush up against me in passing–at first by accident and later not by accident at all.

I shared a cabin with Paxton, a small one that was almost entirely taken up with two tray beds, with lips all around to prevent the sleeper from rolling off onto the decking in rough seas, not that there was much area of decking between the beds to roll off to. The quarters were close in atmosphere too, with only one small porthole to the outside. The weather was warm and grew warmer the more south we sailed.

As soon as we left European waters into the sweep of Africa, Paxton stripped down to his lower undergarment skivvies and slept on top of the sheet at night. As we sailed southward I was forced to do the same to be able to sleep. The man’s musculature was magnificent, his red, curly chest, arm, and leg hair rampant. He didn’t hesitate to flaunt himself and to give me meaningful looks, although he said nothing forward until after we had cleared Europe and entered African seas. That didn’t mean that he didn’t touch me seemingly casually but, to me, increasingly intimately even as we moved about the deck during the days we were passing by France, Spain, and Portugal.

We had been sailing for a week and a half and Paxton was a virile man, at the height of his manliness. I should not have been surprised, and indeed wasn’t really, that he took to masturbating himself at night, and, given that he was sleeping nearly naked on the top of the sheets, it was not surprising that I could not avoid knowing what he was doing and being able to glimpse it even in the darkness of the cabin. I must admit that after the second night of this, when he would commence, I would pull a sheet over myself, watch him, and stroke myself off in the rhythm he set. On the fifth night, I saw that he was watching me, and I slipped the sheet off my body so that he could watch me as I watched him.

Fool that I was, I intended that it go no further than this. I kept reminding myself that I had seen him in a state of affection with a family and that my purpose for leaving England was to leave the rumors of Oxford behind me. I might have been able to contain myself–and Paxton–if Trevor Heyward wasn’t entering the equation as well.

We were two weeks out of Southampton and six days past clearing the lights of Gibraltar when the invitation arrived to dine with Mr. Heyward in the first-class dining room to celebrate the crossing of the equator. Luckily, I had brought appropriate dinner attire for the occasion. Paxton hadn’t, but he comported himself as if that didn’t matter–that he was as good as anyone else dining in the chamber–and he was imposing and handsome enough to pull it off.

In contrast, Heyward was a man of first class, elegantly dressed and with the look of wealth, comfort, and command. He was heavy set, which just supported his aspect of authority and being a wealthy man, but he was also a handsome man in his early fifties, with a healthy head of salt and pepper hair and expensive suit, waistcoat, and shiny leather shoes. A gold watch dangled from his waistcoat pocket and he had an impressive diamond ring on the middle finger of his right hand, descending to just above the knuckle, no doubt one extracted from his own land holdings near Cape Town.

“How good of you to join me,” he said to us as we were ushered to his table. The conversation tone around us was refined and hushed, a far cry from what Paxton and I were used to in the second-class dining room. We didn’t complain, though. Steerage passengers had to take their meals from a kitchen window and find their own place on the lower decks to eat it. “Our paths haven’t crossed until now,” He continued.

Of course our paths hadn’t crossed, I thought. There is a locked gate keeping the loser classes away from the first-class deck. Heyward had said it as if it were Paxton and I who had been shunning him.

“I had hoped to have seen more of you before now,” Heyward said, turning hooded eyes to me that seemed to bear a heavier, more suggestive meaning than the words might otherwise if he hadn’t put a hand my knee under the table as he said it. A chill went up my spine, causing a tightening in my groin that I was unable to control. I looked at him with a new understanding of why he had hired me, and I let myself think of what he would look like undressed–with a paunch surely, but he looked muscular enough–to wonder about the size of him between his legs.

“We thank you kindly for inviting us here,” Paxton said. “We are, of course, ready and willing for whatever is your pleasure, eh, Peter?”

“Yes, yes, of course,” I answered, very much aware that both men were looking directly at me, assessing me. Was I still on sufferance for this position in the company, I wondered. Was I still to be tested–and in a way that was becoming increasingly obvious? Later I was to understand that wasn’t a question at all.

The dinner was excellent. Not much less than I was used to in the confines of my own family, of course, but as my family had disowned me, I could not count on rising to this level for the foreseeable future–at least until I turned my life around and made a success of it. I thought of Joanna. As a vicar’s daughter, she certainly was suitable enough for the rise back to where I had started. She was so central to my future plans.

“Shall we withdraw to the men’s salon?” Heyward asked, breaking into my contemplation. It wasn’t really a question, though. In the salon, both the cigars and the liquor were excellent and free-flowing. Paxton heavily indulged in both as if this was a rare treat for him, which I’m sure it must have been. For me, it was a memory of all that I had lost and needed to work hard to regain. It seemed like Paxton was a bottomless pit, a sponge soaking all of it up without effect. I’m sorry to say that it had rather more of an effect on my control of myself. Neither Heyward nor Paxton, however, let up on plying me with more. Heyward himself was very limiting in both his smoking and drinking, while being the generous host for Paxton and me.

The conversation also became less formal than it was in the dining room and increasingly pointed. At length, Heyward leaned over to me where the three of us were sitting in a tight circle in high-backed chairs that had the effect of separating us off from the rest of the salon. He placed a hand on my knee again, which I looked at in some distracted sense of familiarity with some connection to my past but one that I was a bit too cloudy from the drink to directly identify. Then he put the other hand on my other knee. He coaxed my thighs apart and boldly looked down at my crotch. Because of the styles of the time, I knew he could see the line of my cock in my trousers and knew that I was hard. He looked up into my eyes and smiled.

“I asked you two to dinner this evening because I always feel so free when the ship has cleared the influence of Europe and moved into the realm of Africa–and especially so as we cross the equator as we did late this afternoon. I feel I am in a whole new world, with customs and rules so much freer than those of Europe. Do the two of you feel it too?–the sloughing off of convention and restriction to something more basic, closer to pleasure and desire, when we enter the different world.”

“Yes, always feel it too,” Paxton echoed. “It’s like I feel I am a new man, a freer, separate man from when I’m in England. You too, Peter?”

I was confused. I hadn’t felt anything of the kind until then, but now that they mentioned it . . . and because I knew it was what they wanted me to say, I answered. “Yes, I think I can feel something of that too. Although it’s my first time out of Europe, so I guess it will come more in time.”

“Yes, I think you’ll feel freer, more adventuresome in Africa,” Paxton said.

“You know there were several young men interested in this position we are offering you, don’t you, Hansen?” One of his hands left my knee and his fingers brushed across the line of my cock in my trousers before returning to gripping and squeezing the knee.

Offering me, I wondered? The sense of still being tested roared in to face me with reality. I didn’t necessarily have this position locked in. “I am grateful for being given the opportunity,” I answered.

“I wonder just how grateful,” Paxton murmured from his corner of the triangle. “I would think very grateful.” Now it was his hand moving over to my basket, his fingers more intimately tracing me through the material of the trousers than Heyward’s had. With a shudder, the muscles of my legs gave way, and my thighs opened wider and my buttocks slid toward the front of the chair. The grip of Paxton’s hand became more intimate still.

“Yes, I’m very grateful,” I added, for emphasis.

“It is quite a gamble to give you this chance, considering some of the talk going around about you and the Oxford Squires Club.”

That’s what we’d been called–the Oxford Squires Club. A group of young, privileged men who experimented in silliness, a bit too openly so it proved. Not that there was any grounds for pretense now, with Heyward’s hands gripping my knees and Paxton feeling up my cock, making it harden more, but it was obvious now what they wanted–and that I would give it to them.

“The rumors were rather more encompassing concerning those involved, I’m sorry to say,” I answered. It was an evasion and I could see that they both saw through it. Rather too many young men were whispered about in conjunction with the activities of the Oxford Squires Club, to be sure, but I couldn’t honestly claim to have been maligned.

“I would rather prefer that the rumors were true,” Heyward said in a quiet voice, giving me a meaningful voice. “It would be much in your favor if they are.”

“Better that the rumors are true, yes. Several good candidates for this position, I have been told,” Paxton said in a voice perhaps a bit too loud for our little circle, considering the topic. I looked around to see if anyone was listening to us. The gesture was more to avoid answering what they were suggesting. In truth, I didn’t know what to answer. I had been sorely tempted by the maleness and lack of inhibition of Paxton in our small confined cabin the previous two weeks out of Southampton. It was only the specter of his leave taking from a family that had acted as a barrier to possibly misinterpret that he had an interest in me and was signaling for me to reciprocate. There too was my resolve to use this second chance in south Africa to turn my life around.

But I had been sorely tempted. Here, though, the signaling seemed to be from Trevor Heyward himself–and thus more challenging and demanding. I looked down at his hands on my knees and then up into his eyes. He was challenging me to make a gesture to have him remove the hands. That I wasn’t doing so was producing a gleam of victory in his eyes–and a feeling of surrender to my baser desires in my own mind. I relaxed back into the chair, Heyward moved his hand higher on my thigh, I let my legs go totally limp and my stance to spread to the limit, and Heyward’s hand moved to the inner thigh, the pad of his thumb touching where the head of my cock was nestled in the basket of my crotch. Paxton put his hand on Heyward’s and moved it over to cup my basket.

“But in your case, the rumors were true, were they not, Peter?” Heyward said in a low, hoarse voice. “I want them to be true. It’s in your best interest that they are true.”

“Yes, they are true,” I answered, surrendering all pretense.

“Am I to understand that you took the shafts of other men in his Oxford group of yours? Say, young Adrian Barstow, for instance. They say he has one of the thickest cocks in England. Did you lie under young Lord Barstow.”

“Yes, I have been covered by Adrian Barstow,” I acknowledged, the words escaping me like air from a leaking balloon. It’s what he wanted me to say–what I needed to say to keep this job offer open. And it wasn’t more than the truth–not the part about the thickness of Adrian either.

“Mr. Paxton,” Heyward said in a low voice, his eyes not releasing mine, “I have wondered how the two of your are faring below, whether you are being badly inconvenienced by being in second class.”

“Not badly inconvenienced at all, Mr. Heyward,” Paxton said, his eyes staring into mine, willing me to cooperate, not realizing that I had already surrendered. “Would you like to see our cabin, sir? I’m sure you can arrange to have a key to return to the first-class deck.”

“Would that be convenient for you, Peter?” Heyward asked me. Paxton had withdrawn his hand, leaving Heyward’s there. Heyward had two fingers on my crotch now, bracketing the head of my cock, tracing and rubbing it. I was releasing precum and shuddering. And I was surfacing old sensations, old desires. It wasn’t just the liquor that had weakened my resolve. I looked over to Paxton, frankly wishing it was him who was rubbing my cock again through the material of my trousers. I had hardened with Paxton more in mind than Heyward. Paxton’s eyes were turned to what Heyward was doing with his hand. And Paxton’s hand was on his own crotch. “Would you like me to see your cabin?”

“Whatever he wishes, isn’t that right, Peter?” Paxton asked.

“Yes, Mr. Heyward,” I answered. “Whatever you wish.”

“And in your cabin, you will lie under me? I will cover you as Lord Barstow did?”

“Whatever you wish,” I answered.

Paxton and I were stripped down naked. Heyward remained dressed with only his fly unbuttoned, and his cock and balls free. After I had knelt in subservience to Heyward, almost having to unhook my jaw to take the thickness of him inside my mouth to engorge him to the maximum, Paxton was crouched down on his haunches, his back pressed against the side wall of my bed. He was holding my head between his hands and guiding my sucking of his cock. Heyward was behind me, hands gripping my hips, and fucking me in the ass.

I felt guilt, certainly, but more than that I felt that freedom the two had talked about in moving from Europe to Africa. I felt I was in a new, more open and permissive, less-restrictive world. I was on the high seas, off the coast of Africa, below the equator, beyond the confines of Europe and my old life. No one was to see or judge me here. And I wanted this job . . . and securing this position obviously entailed pleasing Trevor Heyward, who was letting me know in no uncertain terms what he wanted and expected from me.

And it brought me pleasure too. I found out why Heyward had asked about the thickness of Adrian Barstow. He too was extraordinarily thick.

I moaned as Heyward’s hard cock worked my ass channel, and Paxton moaned as I serviced his thick, long cock and took his cum deep in my throat. Heyward’s angle was obviously best from behind, with his paunch resting on the small of my back. He wasn’t long, but his thickness presented a challenge that he overcame with much grunting and jabbing and I rewarded him with deep groans. After Heyward had seeded me and departed, Paxton moved me onto my belly on my bed, stretched out on me and covered me, mounted me, penetrated me, and fucked me into the morning.

I had heaved a sigh of relief when, upon leaving us, Heyward murmured to Paxton, “Yes, he will do very nicely.” I had won a job.

Heyward didn’t return his key to the first-class barrier gate until we reached Cape Town. We dined each night of our final four nights at sea in first class, retired to the men’s salon afterward for cigars and liquor, and then came to the second-class cabin, where Heyward fucked me, coming and then leaving quickly, and Paxton covered and plowed me into the morning hours.

In order to move on to the attentions of Paxton, I managed to be diplomatic enough with Heyward’s fucking to give him the impression that it was he I was keyed up for each night. After the first night, we discovered that he could receive maximum depth and pleasure if he lay on his back and I rode him, which I did from various angles, pleasing him with my dexterity and inhibition. If it made me feel the part of a wanton prostitute, it increased the arousal of both of us.

The days on sea off the coast of Europe had dragged and been boring. The nights off the African coast were short and exhilarating.

* * * *

4 June 1890

Cape Town, South Africa

Joanna, My Jewel:

I cannot believe it has been three weeks since I’ve been with you. I fear, though, that, now that I have reached and seen the Cape Colony, our time apart will need to be longer. This is especially so if you have found your condition to be delicate–I wait agonizingly on pins and needles for news of that–but even if you are in robust and unencumbered health, which I pray you are, I am not sure if you would find the life I have found here endurable. And we have not even gone to the company fields on the Orange River yet, which I understand exist on an even more primitive basis than here in Cape Town. I think you will–would–find the teeming crowds of natives–often called bushmen here–dark of skin and barely clothed and entirely uncouth–distressing.

In any event, I long to hear from you and of your condition. And, of course, of the health and well-being of the vicar and your family, as well. I currently will be living a better life than most here for a few weeks at least. Mr. Heyward has been kind enough to invite me to lodge in his townhouse in Cape Town as I learn the accounting needs and processes of the company. He has been extremely accommodating to and solicitous of me, and I am endeavoring to show my gratitude to him in every way possible. Hoping to see a letter from you upon the next arrival from England of a mail ship, I remain your devoted–

Peter

* * * *

Giving up and slightly scared, I relaxed, as he directed me to do, and lay there, his body half under me, my right leg in the crook of his right arm and his left arm around my back, his hand cupping my chin and pulling my head back. I moaned from the sheer thought of what Trevor was doing as the middle finger of his right hand penetrated my ass channel. A shudder went through my body as I felt the smooth-edge facets of the diamond in his ring come to rest on my prostate. He hesitated only long enough for me to moan again in anticipation before he started to rub the hard, smooth, warm face of the diamond on my prostate. I could feel my cum rising, but he anticipated that too and stopped rubbing.

“Now fuck yourself on it. You do it. Cum for me,” he murmured in my ear. He was holding the ring steady against my prostate.

“Trevor . . . Mr. Heyward,” I pleaded.

“Fuck yourself on the diamond and stroke your cock to completion,” he repeated, the murmur turning into a growl.

With a whimper, I started to stroke my cock with my left hand and rolling my pelvis so that, as he held his index finger and the diamond ring rigid, I was rubbing my prostate over the gem. It took me only a few minutes to come, after which he pulled his finger out, rolled over on top of me, the heaviness of him taking my breath away, thrust inside me, and fucked me to his own completion.

He remained there, stretched out on his side, his uncut cock, the piss slit of his bulb peeking out of the enveloping fold of skin, flaccid now and venturing out from his thatch of gray and black pubic hair, cum oozing out of it onto the sheet. Countless had been the times over the last month that I’d pushed that foreskin back with my lips to suck the cum out of the angry red bulb. He motioned to me yet again, and although half dressed and already late for the wagon that was to take me to the Heyward holdings on the Orange River, I knelt by the bed, wrapped the fingers of my hand around the base of his cock, pushed the foreskin back with my lips, and sucked him dry, as, moaning, he moved his dick in a slow fucking motion in my mouth, filling my cheeks, if, mercifully, not being able to reach my throat. He jerked three times, releasing a spurt of seed each time, each time breathing out a sigh, longer with each subsequent release. Only then, as he loosened his fingers on the sides of my head, did I realized how tight his grip had been in holding my head in place for his pleasure.

Trevor Heyward was the boss. The wagon taking me from Cape Town to the farms and mines would just have to wait. The wagon driver understood this well. I suspect that the wagon driver and all of the others working in the Cape Town office knew exactly what Heyward wanted and what my role was. They were deferential to me, but distant. The younger, better-looking young men were just happy that Heyward was still enthralled with me. You didn’t have to have a preference for men for Heyward to have and exercise a preference for you. You only needed to be fully in his control for your livelihood.

“I have half a notion to keep you here in Cape Town,” he said, as, stretched out on the bed, his head propped up by his bent arm, he watched me dress. He liked to watch me dress–and to undress–and I’d learned to do it slowly, sensually for him. As David Paxton had continually said those last days on the ship, whatever Heyward wanted from me, I was to provide–if I wanted to keep this position in the company’s accounting office.

I had gone too far in securing the position to give it up easily now. Keeping the position was only half the reason I lay under Heyward and none of the reason I let Paxton fuck me, though. As much as that was a reason, I had accepted Africa as another world–a more permissive and basic animal instinct world–than England. In Africa I could let go–and hope that none of what I did here would get back to England.

And if it did get back to England, it did. I would be in no less favorable stead than I had been when I left. I doubted that Trevor Heyward would permit himself to be painted with that brush among his London colleagues. He would not publicize how he used me.

“If you wish me to stay, I will, of course,” I answered.

“The job we have for you is at the river.”

“Nonetheless, if you wish me to stay, I will. Whatever you want of me, I’ll give you.”

This seemed to please him. “Come here,” he said. I turned and looked at him and saw that he had an erection again. I was half dressed already–in my skivvies, a shirt on my back, but not yet buttoned; knee-high socks, with garters, on my calves. I could have pointed out that I was nearly dressed, but I didn’t.

“Yes, sir,” I said, going to him, standing between his spread thighs. He pulled down my skivvies and rubbed his cheeks on my cock before opening his mouth to it. I swayed slightly within the grasp of the palms of his hands on my buttocks cheeks, until I came for him. Then he turned me away from him.

“Bend over and grab your ankles.” I obeyed the command and groaned as his mouth went to my hole. At his command, I crouched and moved my buttocks back, spreading my cheeks with my hands, pulling my channel onto his cock myself, and fucking myself on the shaft as he held my hips and gave me last-minute instructions about how he wanted the company accounts recorded and reported.

After he came, he slapped me on the butt and told me to finish dressing.

“Every two weeks. I want you back here for two days. Every two weeks–until I don’t want you anymore.”

“Yes, sir,” I answered as I was plugging my cufflinks in. I knew that I didn’t want to see the day when he didn’t want me riding his cock any more.

* * * *

The wagon ride was grueling and I was hot, dusty, and exhausted when I arrived at the main house of the river farms and mines. I was told I could live here, with David Paxton, and whatever company executives were inspecting the operation, until I could afford a house of my own–a separate dwelling for any family I brought down to Cape Colony.

“That doesn’t mean that Mr. Heyward and I will not use you when we want,” Paxton said.

I no longer would have had it any other way.

I could use the land for free, but whatever house I built would ultimately belong to the company. I had been told this before leaving Southampton, and much of the first week of the voyage I’d spent designing various houses to build. I had stopped doing that on the day we’d reached the equator and I’d been the centerpiece of Heyward and Paxton’s “crossing” celebrations. I now took my having shelved the idea as an omen.

The main house was a one-story bungalow-style rectangle raised on a platform, as the river was known to rise this far, but it was a large house. It looked even larger than it was because of the deep verandah that surrounded it on all four sides.

As the wagon drew up to the front of the house, a tall, muscular native was coming out of the entrance door. He came as a surprise. He wasn’t the short, lean bushmen I had grown accustomed to seeing in Cape Town’s native population. This man was of what now was being called the Khoikoi race, descendents of Hottentots. This was a different man altogether–a stately one, standing tall but gliding about like a dancer, and as he moved a riot of tattooing undulated on his muscular torso. He was barefoot and only wearing worn trousers that barely managed to stay up on his slim hips, held up by a thick leather belt that was so long that he’d drilled new holes in it and the tail drooped down the side of his leg. He gave me a look of haughty disdain, descended the stairs from the platform, and, giving me another long look, strutted around the corner of the house and was gone.

Meanwhile the driver of the wagon had taken my trunk out of the back of the wagon, dropped it on the ground, and was driving away. If I had expected a reception committee, I was sorely disappointed. I climbed the stairs and entered the house. The temperature dropped a good ten degrees–mercifully–between the beaten dirt turning circle in front of the bungalow and the building’s interior.

I entered a large room–all of the public rooms in the house were large. What appeared to be a dining room was beyond this room on the right. A matching room on the left was closed off by double doors. I slitted one of these doors and peered in to discover that this was an office area. As it turned out, I had entered one of the short sides of the rectangular building. Directly in front of me was a hallway leading straight back, with doorways off it. I heard the sound of sex, which answered why no one had greeted me outside the building, I reasoned. Someone was responding in a high-pitched voice in a mixture of a foreign, clacky-sound language and English to being used hard. There was enough English spoken to understand that the reaction was to being fucked. The other, lower-toned voice was David Paxton’s.

I walked into the hallway. A kitchen opened from the first door on the right. The room beyond that must be servants quarters, as I could see rough-wood beds. The furniture in the large room and dining room had been decidedly elegant–as good as I had grown up with in York. The polished wooden floors were covered with large Oriental rugs. The door on the left opened to a well-appointed bedroom, with a four-poster canopy bed. This floor was covered with an Oriental rug too. Trevor Heyward’s room, perhaps.

The next set of rooms were also bedrooms, not quite as well appointed, but good enough. The men having sex were in the bedroom on the right. Paxton was fucking a bushman who was more attractive than most–from his appearances a Baster, which was the south African term for people of mixed native and European heritage. The man was black and small, like a bushman, but with features that were more European than native. Paxton was on top of him on the bed, holding him on all fours, and fucking him doggie style.

Paxton looked up and saw me, and, without skipping a beat of his fuck, said, “You can have the bedroom two doors down on the right. The office you’re working in is the one to the left of the front entrance. I’ll be with you when I’m done here.”

When he was done there, he came out to the living room, naked, scrounged around in a cabinet, pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, and came over and sat across from me. As always, his body was magnificent and had the effect of hardening me up and giving me more of a buzz than the cheap whiskey did.

The native scurried out of what I surmised was Paxton’s bedroom and into the kitchen. Watching him move, Paxton laughed, and said, “That’s Adam Baartman, our houseboy. He’s a good fuck, but I guess you won’t be knowing that; you’re both bottoms. I usually come back from the field for lunch and do him before going back. We might as well establish what the routine is here. You will work here, taking breaks as you wish as long as you keep up with the accounting. Feel free to visit the worksites. It will help with efficiency. The workers will assume that you are checking on them. Adam will fix your meals whenever you want them and when I’m not using him. I go to the fields early in the morning, come back here for lunch and a fuck, and then check out the mining operations in the afternoon. You have a bedroom, but most nights you will be in my bed–when I want you. Any questions?”

“None at the moment,” I said. I could have railed at the arrogance of the man, but in the absence of Heyward, he was god here, and I didn’t object to the idea of being in his bed at night.

In fact, I noticed he had an erection now–a massive one.

“Come, let me show you your bedroom,” he said, with a husky voice.

I had already seen all of the rooms, not knowing which one was to be mine, but as he rose, so did I. Walking down the hallway, he placed a hand on my buttocks, and I shuddered in anticipation. He fucked me in the same position I’d seen him fuck Adam in just a bit earlier. As he was doing it, the first native I’d seen coming out of the house appeared at the bedroom door.

“One of the sifting machines has broken down at the diamond operation site, Mr. Paxton,” the native said without showing a bit of surprise that Paxton was mounted on my ass on the bed, both of us buck naked. “I have sent for the mechanic, but I am reporting it in case you want to see what broke before it is fixed.”

“Good, Thabo,” Paxton said in a breathy voice but without dropping a stroke. “Don’t let the mechanic work on it until I have seen it. I’ll be along when I’m finished here.”

When the native left, Paxton said, “That is Thabo Towehaar, my right-hand-man in the operations. You may have noticed that he’s a hunk compared to the bushmen of the region. He’s a Zulu. They come from the north and are given all of the respect they want from the natives of this region. They’re considered fearless and fearsome. It helps to have him with authority in the field here. But I’d advise that you not let him catch you alone unless you crave death by hard fucking. He’ll do you if he can get you alone, and I’ll not stop him.” He laughed and continued his stroking inside me.

We went for several days on Paxton’s schedule. I found I could work with it, and I enjoyed him topping me in bed much more than I had enjoyed Heyward. So, life was good.

Then came the day that I decided to check out the field operations. I started with the mines. The day was hot, and I was melting, so I took off my shirt and slung it over my shoulder as I walked along the river and toward the field. The company grew everything from fresh produce to wheat in their fields. It was delivered to Cape Town to resupply ships rounding the Horn going between England and India. It had been quite a lucrative business and still was, although it wasn’t as lucrative as the mining they now did around the Orange River for gold and diamonds.

As I was approaching the river by the edge of a wheat field, I saw the Zulu, Thabo Towehaar, coming out of a stand of tomatoes. He took one look at me and I saw his eyes narrow. I stood there, surprised and a bit fearful, as I saw a wicked grin slide across his face. He wore only low-slung trousers and, as I watched, he reached down, unbuckled his overlong belt, unbuttoned his trousers, let them fall to the ground, and stepped out of them. He held and waved his cock at me. It was mammoth and quickly hardening. He started to walk toward me, holding his belt in his hand, doubled over, snapping it. Instinctively, I turned and walked rapidly into the wheat field.

He started walking fast and so I began to run. He was running then too. I could hear the slapping of his large, bare feet on the sun-baked earth as he moved rapidly. He landed on my back in the wheat field, the stalks of wheat being tall enough to hide us from view. He was on top of me, between my spread legs. Fighting for breath from having it knocked out of me, I pushed on his beefy, tattooed chest with my fists. I caught him on the chin with a fist and then his mouth, causing a trickle of blood there. He snorted and exclaimed something in anger. Reaching over and picking up a rock, he made as to strike me in the face with it, and I surrendered, lying back on the ground, raising my arms in supplication between my face and the rock.

Grunting he reached down and unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of the loops. Gathering up all of the strength adrenaline was giving me, I pushed him off of me with a heave, scrambled up, and, in a crouch, moved deeper into the field. He tripped my feet up with one of his, though, and, with an “Offf,” fell belly down on the ground.

Standing over me, a folded leather belt in each hand, he struck again and again and again with the belts on my back, buttocks, and thighs, until I was reduced to a quivering puddle. Turning me over onto my back, he forced my wrists together and tied them off, over my head, with one of the belts. After giving another couple of licks with the other belt on the chest, as I moaned and begged him to stop, he grabbed my ankles, hooked them on his shoulders, positioned himself between my thighs, worked his thick, long cock inside me and began to pump, stretching me to the limit, reaching deeper into the core of me than I’d ever been reached before.

I worked my wrists out of the belt, but lost to his masterful fuck, I made no effort to fight him with them. I reached under his armpits and gripped and dug my nails, unheeded, into the thick muscles of his shoulder blades. I wanted him inside me but he was monstrously huge. I was afraid at any moment he would split me asunder internally. But then I was opening for him, feeling the rhythm of the fuck and becoming one with it. Bucking, bucking, bucking, crying out in passion and ecstasy; not caring if this was the end of the world. But then I gasped, as he moved even deeper inside, pistoned harder, and grasped my throat, taking my breath away.

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15 July 1890

Heyward Farms, Cape Town

Dear Joanna:

Your letters have reached me at last. How relieved I am to know that your health is as normally and there are no immediate decisions to be made. I am particularly relieved that this is so, as fate has intervened to strike us a blow of untenable circumstance. I love and respect you too much to force on you the tragedy that has entered my life.

Three weeks prior to my writing this I was victim to a horrible accident while helping to inspect a sifting machine in the gold field. It is a heavy piece of equipment and–there is no easy way to tell you of this–it fell on me and crushed my legs. I am no longer a whole man, and certainly not a man worthy of you sharing your life with.

In some ways, we are lucky this has happened in time for our betrothal to be withdrawn–I’m sure your family will be relieved, especially your father, the vicar, and my family would not care. The Lord be praised that for you, at least, there is the chance to move on in life, now not encumbered in any way, especially with the news you passed on to me of your condition, and free to begin life with a man who is whole and not in perpetual pain, as I am.

Mr. Heyward, as always has been solicitous of my well-being and generous in his support. I have been permitted to keep my position here. An accountant does not need his legs, which is good, because, alas, mine now are no more. I know this will come as a shock to you, and I know that you, as I do, will be grateful that we have reached this circumstance before it became a matter of falling irrevocably over the brink of a tragic life together. I hope that we will remain friends, although if you do not wish to correspond further, I certainly will understand and not attempt to maintain a connection. I suggest that you not entertain any thoughts to come down to Cape Colony, as this is much too primitive a place for a delicate rose such as you are. Please pass on my . . .

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“Leave that and come to the bed.” The voice was gruff, not to be ignored.

“Very well,” I said. The roughest part was already written.

He was lying on his back on my bed, naked, and holding his massive erection in his hand. I had already serviced that with my mouth before rising and starting the letter that I could not get out of my head. But he was erect again. So virile. So arousing.

I rose from the desk, moved over to the bed, climbed to where I was on top of him, astride his slim hips. He held his cock in his hand, steady for me, while, with some effort, I impaled myself on him. When we were saddled, I rose a bit on my knees to give him room to work. Leaning over him I palmed his heavily tattooed pectorals, ready to melt at the way the black ink undulated as his muscles moved in the heat of a vigorous fuck. Thado liked to start the fuck. The Zulu warrior wanted to assert command before we went into other positions. I knew it wouldn’t be long, though, until I was hovering over him in the position of the crab, using my strong arm and leg muscles to rise and fall on his buried cock as my eyes searched the patterning in the ceiling and I reveled in how deeply and possessively the Zulu warrior could take me to heaven.

I whimpered as I saw him move a hand under his body and pull out two leather belts. He pushed me over on my stomach, and I moaned as Thado pulled my arms over my head and used one of the belts to tie my wrists off on the rungs of the brass headboard. He had my ankles trapped between his strong knees and I yelped at the first strike of the other belt on my buttocks. I hardened immediately, knowing that the beating would only last long enough to heighten his arousal and fill him out to the max.

Truth be told it had the same effect on me.

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With Christmas nearing i was planning on a trip with my friends to his country side mansion for three days. Zach was amongst the other rich friends of mine who was also gay. He had a couple of gay couples invited like 4 and wanted me to join as well. I had rejected the offer point blank.

The next day after a great meeting regarding some sales theories I was having lunch with Andrew when that ass of a Zach called me again.. he persuaded me like crazy and I was on a full negative streak.. i was telling him no like a hung up tv commercial and he didn’t nudge.. finally I had to hang up on me and Andrew started to laugh. I asked him what was so funny and he laughs even more. I was so cranky at the moment that I left the place.

In the evening, Zach called me again. I told him that I didn’t have a  date. And guess what, Zach tells me Andrew has given a heads up on both of us.

And I hear a knock on my door. I yell a come in and here he is. Andrew who is very much the cheery self. I ask him to come in and tell him. He comes in and closes the door behind him. He comes to me on the other side of my table and pulls out my chair and sits on the table. Bends down and gives me a deep passionate kiss. His tongue invading my mouth and mine his. I slide my hands from his knees to his inner thighs and start to rub his crotch. He leaves me wanting as he pulls back just as surprisingly he let him in me.

He is sporting a huge tent in his beige pants which they so proudly fail to hide. He comes in to tell me something I would have died to listen.

Andrew said, “As this 23rd we are going to Zach’s for the holiday I thought we would drive together.” He so knew that I won’t deny.

I went home that evening. I needed a shower and shave so i stripped  and jumped in the shower. I cleansed and shaved. All the ball groping made me  horny as fuck. I took the dildo that Andrew gave me the first time we met and i started sucking it. The dildo tasted of the body wash amd musk. I played with my ass. It was so slick with all the water and the soap, my gingers glided likeon melted butter. The dildo had zigzag patterns and was a frequent ass opener for my lonely nights.

I pushed the dildo deeper in my mouth till the entire length was in my mouth. I went for the phone on the basin and clicked a pic to give Andrew a tease.

I continued to suck it some more and then i pushed it in my ass. My tight ass was hugging the dildo so tight and the zig zag patterns on the long tool was making my nerves go high on horniness. I took the entire fatness of the dildo in me as i moaned like a nyphomaniac. The dildo was touching all the right spots giving me the orgasm i wasnt ready to let pass. I left the dildo in me completed my shower. I dried my body. I clicked some more pics for Andrew to get hard. All with the dildo in me. I removed the dildo and fingered some more. I took pics again and now i finally dressed in some trunks and a tank top. I sent the pictures to Andrew and moments later i got a picture of a similar dick smeared with some cum on the entire length.

I cooked a simple pasta dish. Some chunky arrabiata was all that i needed for a good night along with some wine. I opened one of the bottles a friend gave me. I had the dinner and later started reading one of my books. Andrew called me around 9 just as i finished my dinner and he told me he is coming to my place.

I continued back to my read and some time later i heard a fimiliar sound of Andrew’s car. I went in my room and quickly changed into one sexy string thong which showed my ass and made my package bigger. I knew He had a key to my appartment so went back to my book like i noticed nothing.

He came in and i was sitting in nothing but a tank and a thong. He came in and sat besides me. He looked at me and his cock said he was happy. He took my book away and i was like fuck off. He took it anyways. He was wearing a black track pants with a white tank which showed his rock hard muscles to perfection. His erection however gave the fact away that his underwear was no where around.

I wanted to tease him. To get to that job i went in removed my tank and grabbed a bottle of my jack daniels. I took two glasses and a bowl of ice. I went out and he looked at me and licked his lips.

My nipples were so hard and above all Andrew’s was playing along so well without hiding the fact that his cock was hard and visibly uncut. I kept the tray aside and made out two on the rocks. I gave him one and kept one for my self. I had it and gulped the entire one. He did the same and I poured us another round. I kept in crawling near with each and every round.

After third my legs were in his and I was laying on the couch. He took an ice in his mouth and bend over to my nipples. He played with my nipples as he sucked and licked and then pressed the ice with his tongue. The ice was making me groan so much. He on the other hans was playing with my other nipple by pinching it hard. My hands were above his head but he loved them clasped them above my head. I was getting a very 50 shady feeling.
Once the ice was melted away he came up to me and kissed me hard. His lips were in mine and my tongue in his mouth. His ass was bulging up and I went down and gave it a mighty press. He groans and again grabs my hand. He leads the way lower on my chest. My bare chest is glistening and his lips are making me so horny that my thong has started wettening up.

He takes an ice cube and opens my thong and presses its way between my schlong and my sac and leaves it there. All this time he is pinching my left nipple and kissing my navel. The coolness of ice was making me shiver as was the pleasure. The high point was when he took another ice piece in his mouth and started swivelling it in and around my hole. He had pulled my thongs further away from my cock and made my package tighter.
He slowly removed his clothes and pulls me on the carpet. He jumps on me and starts kissing me very tenderly. His lips sucking on mine and mine in his. His tongue invades my mouth showing who the real boss is. He lifts my legs and I place them on his back. His head is nibbling my neck and my nails leaves a bloody trail in his back. He is lowering himselves very cautiously. His hand slowly creeps towards my ass and starts fondling my buns. I moan in pure ecstasy. His lips are now on my nipples while his middle finger is circling around my asshole.

He is teasing my hole and I am groaning for some more pleasure. His teeth are biting my nipple while one finger has started poking my hole by bearly reaching my sphincter and den pulling backout and den in and out.

His cock I lying on my leg and the precum dripping is making me even more turned on. I am yearning for more but he won’t give in until he feels so.

He finally inserts one finger knuckle deep in my asshole. I felt like my body completed itself. He started fingering me now harder and faster. Two fingers in now and I feel already on top. He was message my canal for his beer can thick cock. He was three fingers deep in no time and  I felt as if it was all meant to be that way. He stood up and lowered himselves further to my cock and started locking through the fabric. The thong was so thin yet it made the feeling so much more exotic I felt I would jizz all over his face.

He finally freed my cock from the left leg hole and pulled my cock in his mouth. He was giving me head like never before. Long and lasting thrusts and the touch of his throat on my tip was amazing. I was already leaking a lot of precum and his face was almost covered in it. He was slapping my cock on his face and nose and cheeks. He removed my cock and started playing with it. He made a ring out his thumb and first two fingers and gripped my cock from the base tightly. His tongue was gently licking my tip and his hand was jerking me slow and tightly. I could feel the blood drain in and out of my cock. I was groaning. My body was covered in sweat and balls were getting heavier by the minute. I  felt the surge of a load coming up and I m sure he felt it too. He stopped immediately and he stood and went back to relax back on the couch.

I stood up on my knees and sat besides him. Panting and covered in sweat Andrew’s musk was intoxicating. I climbed up on him and started kissing him hard. I could taste the saltiness of my precum.

I pushed him down on the couch and I started kissing his pecs, making way for his pits. His hands were hold mine behind my back. His pits smelt of him and musk and body wash.
He picked me up and pushed me against the wall. Andrew’s strong hand held mine above me as his other was trying to find a way in my hole.
I was moaning and he was shutting me out by his kisses. I don’t know from where he brought that dildo. The one I had used earlier. That dildo had a suction cup so Andrew stuck it on the wall and made me take it as I bent in doggy. The dildo was quite big and was opening me up. On the other side Andrew’s cock was in my mouth and he had held me by my head as he tried to make me thrust the dildo with a rhythm of his cock. His cock was no small stuff. It was beer can thick.

The dildo was touching my prostrate in no time and I was no longer in need of Andrew thrusting me because I myself was thrusting the dildo as I held Andrew on his hips. I took his cock in my both hands and stared liking the tip and den the head. I was going very slowly and he was enjoying. His groans were telling me how horny I made him. The cock was far and Andrew was dripping. I finally removed my dildo and pushed Andrew down on the Carpet. I climbed on top of him to ride him. Andrew took the cock and pushed me on it by the hip. His cock was so big and he felt it so tight he was moaning as he felt the blood pump in And out of his dick. I was thrusting the cock ever so deep that it was being a pleasure heightened with pain. But it was totally worth it. His cock was as deep as it could and in time I heard him groan harder and higher.I

 knew he was close and he offered to fuck me doggy. Who was I to say no den. I removed his cock and he adjusted himself behind me. My head down and my ass up. He inserted the cock in me. I moaned as he pulled me by my neck and bit my neck. I was sure to have hickeys. He was thrusting slow and deep . His one hand held me by my throat as He choked me to pleasure while his other hand was playing with my balls. He fondled them and pressed and pulled them

His mouth we still biting me in my neck as I held his butt and pushed him deeper.I was getting real close and den Andrew started to wank my dick. His hand on my neck was still dere. I started to yell, and Andrew cupped my cock as he collected all my jizz in his hand and smeared it on my ass. My ass was very sore and the Andrew was not stopping to fuck me at all. He was thrusting more and more and finally he was groaning. His speed had increased and his cock was going deeper by the thrust.
He moaned aloud and I felt the warmth of him in my asshole. It was filling me rope after rope. He removed his cock and bent down to lick all the fun that was oozing from my ass. I was moaning a lot as my ass has gone core from this fucking. Andrew lifted me and took me to bed. He removed  my thong and jumped besides me. His cock lying on my thigh and his hand on my chest.

The next evening we were going to Zach’s place. 

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BROTHER

By Simon Traum

“What the fuck have you done, Mac?” Susan angrily demands.

     I don’t know why she’s surprised.  It’s not like I haven’t done it before.  Or like I could stop at this point.  Done it with her boyfriends so damn often it’d be more of a surprise if I didn’t.  And it’s not like I ever had to put a gun to their heads or anything. 

     So of course I’m screwing my little sister’s husband.  I’m amazed it took her this long to figure it out.  I wonder idly if he saved the texts on purpose.

     “Look at it this way,” I counter, well used to this by now, “it’s not like I’m actually taking him from you.  You’re still married, right?  And you’re still having sex?”  I’d be shocked if they weren’t.  Austin’s probably the horniest guy I’ve ever met.  His capacity for sexual activity leaves me behind in the dust.  I feel lucky he has anything to do with me.  And I know I’m not the only guy he’s fucking, though I’m not sure yet I want to tell her that.

     “Okay,” she concedes, deflating to a slouched position on her purple couch.  “Our sex life’s great.  Maybe too great.  I have to shut him down a lot just to get any work done.  Yeah, I’ll admit I’ve had a suspicion he might be fooling around.  I just liked the idea of having him to myself.”  She sighs.  “Thinking about it, I guess this is better than finding out he’s been boning his secretary.”

     “Or his gym instructor.  Or his financial advisor.  Keeps it in the family…”

     “Hmmm,” she nods reluctantly, “cozier, somehow.  At least I know you.”  She stays silent for a moment.  I know what’s coming. 

     “You know what’s coming,” she confirms abruptly.  “Go on.  Tell me about it.”

     Oh, hell.

     My sister Susan is six years younger than me, and we’ve always had a tumultuous relationship.  She’s small, just four foot something, a tiny, attractive blonde who can come on like a giant when she puts her mind to it.  Highly-stressed, over-achiever type.  Tells you she loves her work and then kicks the dog across the room.  You don’t want to piss her off, and if she’s had a few drinks, watch out.  She doesn’t seem to be drunk right now, but she does still look sort of angry.  I decide to tread lightly.

     “Have you talked to him about this yet?” I venture to ask.

     “I’m talking to you about it.”  I feel like I could get splinters from the look she’s giving me.  “I know you weren’t an innocent bystander, Mac.  What did you do with him?”

     “Are you sure you want me to tell you this stuff?  You know, it hasn’t worked out so well before…”  Say that again!  The trauma of discovering that her he-man significant other is a drooling, whining pig for hard cock has soured more than one of her relationships, although oddly not ours.  I think the big difference between me and Susan is that she’s usually trying to hold on to these guys and I’m not.  I just want to get their clothes off and see what happens.  I figure they must want something similar because, most of the time, they let me do it. 

     Anyway, she’s never stayed mad for long, and then she always wants details.  I mean, it can’t be my fault if she’s a magnet for latent homo guys.  Either that or they’re pretty much all that way, even the ones she doesn’t know, and nobody wants to just come out and say it.  That’s the way it seems to me.

     Of course, I might have a biased perspective.  I’ve been pulling this off a long time, so the deck’s a little stacked in my favor, maybe. 

     Put it this way, I’m 6’2″, a solid 195 pounds, hazel-eyed, ripped, tanned, inked, pierced, and dark-haired with a short beard of the same color.  I’ve been working my broad-shouldered, deep-chested, meaty-thighed body into the shape it’s in for over thirty years.  I started when I was eight, on the day I noticed I was drawn to men, and I’ve turned everything I have since to the service of attracting them. 

     Frankly, I live for sex with other guys.  I’ve always been happiest with a prong in both ends of me, and I’ll go to an effort to get there.  I’ve been doing it so long it’s become unconscious.  It’s like religion for me.  I don’t give much of a damn for money or status-symbols; I can’t seem to hold a job longer than a year, but as long as I can work a hot man into getting naked with me, everything’s fine.  Somewhere along the line, I learned how to smile in ways that can remind you vividly of the porn clip you watched last night.  If I throw in a few gratuitous flexes of my moderately tattooed chest and shoulders, I can pretty much count on a guy letting me cash his check right then and there  Even men who think they’re straight can’t seem to resist a well-developed pair of arms.  And don’t get me started on my dick, which I can’t quite reach with my mouth, though I still try.  Now don’t assume I’m boasting, ’cause sometimes it’s more trouble than it’s worth, but if I had an identical twin, I’d be all over that dude.

     No joy there, though, and speaking of trouble, my only non-make-believe sibling is staring pointedly at me now.

     “Okay, fine.”  I might as well give in.  If she’s gonna get pissed at me, I suppose it should be for the right reasons.  “What do you want to know?”

     “How did it start?”

     I think about it, considering.

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The thing is, I’m not very good-looking.  I mean, I’m not ugly, but my face isn’t all that striking either, which is why I grew a beard and developed my body in the first place.  I gotta do something to get your attention.  It’s also why I’m a sucker for a pretty face. 

     My sister’s new husband, Austin, is about as pretty as they can come.  Pretty and powerful-looking.  Almost floored me the first time I saw him.  Probably why she didn’t let me see him until the wedding.  An ex-Navy man, he’d just turned 30.  Short, crewcut, dirty blond hair framing his faultlessly proportioned, pissed-off angelface.  Tiny, well-shaped ears that lie flush with his skull.  Bunched-up shoulders and biceps like grapefruit.  He’s shorter and smaller than me, but he’s worked his body out to a tight perfection.  Even before I got his clothes off, I could tell he was in magnificent shape.  But his face clinched it.  There was no way I could resist him once he began to concentrate on me. 

     See, the funny thing about muscle guys, even when we claim to be completely hetero, is you can’t keep us away from each other.  It was that way at the reception.  My mouth dried up when I was introduced to Susan’s way-too-attractive husband, so I didn’t say too much then.  But that didn’t stop Austin from pulling me aside half an hour later to quiz me on my workout routine, while copping quick feels to compare the size of my arms, shoulders, and waist.  I felt like I’d won the lottery, grinned a lot, wasn’t much else I could do.  Certainly wasn’t gonna stop him.

     His palms warmed up noticeably as he gripped my hips through the fabric and suddenly I could feel how worked up he was getting.  His breathing deepened.  Our eyes locked.  Oh yeah.  Immobilized, I fell into his brown irises, watched them dilate, dreamily wondered what kissing him would feel like. 

     Then his gorgeous smooth face split in a wide, engaging, dimpled smile, and I recalled where we were – at my sister’s wedding. 

     “We should hang out sometime,” he said as he patted my hip.  With a wink, he was off to join his wife, my long-suffering sibling.  And that’s all that happened. 

     But I have to admit I wondered afterward. 

     No, that’s not right.  I knew.  I just didn’t know how soon.

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“You got a lot of tattoos, doncha, Mac?”  Austin’s amiable timbre drifted gently across the dim span of the cocktail table between us. 

     In addition to his other attractive features, Austin has an unbelievably sexy voice.  Deep, creamy baritone.  Hearing it emerge from his just-slightly-overripe lips is enough to short-circuit any attempt at thinking.  The way he sounds is even more masculine than he looks. 

     We’d finally gotten around to hanging out about a month or two after the wedding, despite Susan’s obvious suspicions.  Workout dates, totally innocent, comparing the development of our bodies.  He’d call me when she was busy.  She’d told him about me – you know, all the sleazy stuff, which I guess I deserved.  He just seemed to think it was funny, but rarely asked me for any details.

     This particular afternoon, we’d been hiking.  Coming back, we’d stopped off for a couple of drinks in a small hotel lounge we were passing, and we’d both relaxed into a comfortable buzz.  I was enjoying listening to him so much I kind of jerked when I remembered that he was talking to me.

     “Uh, yeah, yeah…”  Stumbling back to full consciousness, I wondered how long we’d been sitting here.  The parking lot shadows had gotten longer when I glanced through the window.

     “I’ve only got this one I got in the Navy,” he slurred, dragging his sleeve up over the small, roaring tiger on his bulging right shoulder.  “Nothin’ to get excited about.  You look like you got a lot of ink.”

     My thoughts flashed into clarity in instants.  My heart turned into a jackhammer inside my chest.  If this wasn’t an opportunity, he might never give me another one.  May as well let him see the work. 

     I lifted my t-shirt over my abs, and I saw his eyes light up.  I stopped, watching him.  It was like he’d moved forward, further into his body.  I could feel his eagerness from four feet away.  I had his complete attention.  Time to cash the check, if he’d let me.

     I looked around, as if only now remembering that we were still in the under-lit lobby lounge.  “Never mind,” I sighed.  “There’s no way I can get naked in here…”

     Austin was up in a second, digging his wallet out of his shorts.  “I’ll get us a room,” he almost panted, rushing off to the reservation desk.

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The room was nicer than I expected, and I’ve seen my share.  Third floor, off in a corner.  Twin beds, with separate sitting area.  Nice black leather sofa.  Pretty well insulated, to judge from the silence after the door was closed.  Privacy curtains engaged.  Never turned the tv on.

     Austin settled himself on the sofa, all eyes and dimples and biceps, and I pulled my shirt off over my head to show him the ink.  I flexed my arms and chest facing him, then turned around to show my back off to him.  I’ve got tattoos in front and back, and scattered down both arms, but the largest amount of work mostly covers my chest, shoulders, and upper back.  Basically, it’s in the shape of a leather bulldog harness fastened across the middle of my pectorals and rendered in earthy browns and beiges, with yellow highlights.  It’s good work; it almost looks like I’m wearing it.  I’d shaved myself smooth the day before so it would really stand out.

     A low whistle on Austin’s part greeted this display, which was gratifying.  I turned back to face him, and found him staring up in admiration from his place on the immaculate cushions.

     “Damn, how long did that take?” he asked quietly in a strangely intense voice.

     “Oh, I’ve been picking these up, on and off, for years,” I tried to sound casual, but I had butterflies in my stomach.  Was this really happening this way?  I felt like I could sense electricity arcing off of him.  The temperature in here seemed to be rising, but neither of us made a move for the AC.  I felt a sweat break out in pinpricks all over my skin. 

     Running a palm over my pecs, I said, “This is the most recent.”

     “What’s it supposed to be?”

     “It’s a harness,” I told him, before the alcohol made me add, “Kind of a fetish item, but it can be used for leverage when you’re fucking.”  Then, God help me, I blushed.  I knew because I could feel my ears burning.

     Austin, bless him, didn’t seem to notice.  He also wasn’t blinking.  “Got any more?” he asked, his hot baritone cracking a little.

     I knew a cue when I heard it.  “Well, so far I haven’t done my legs, but I got this one here…”  I pulled my waistband down over my right hip, showing him the blue fleur-de-lis in the hollow above my thigh. 

     “Do you have sex with a lot of men, dude?” he asked, out of nowhere.

     “I like to think I have sex with enough of them,” I smiled.  “How about you?  You ever fool around with other guys?”

     “Oh, not me, man, I, I–”  He faltered.  His eyes darted over my body, silently nervous.  “I’m getting a boner just looking at you,” he admitted, briefly pressing his left fist into his crotch.  He squirmed, looking miserable with inner tension, yet disarmingly inviting at the same time.

     “You can do more than look, you know,” I told him, recognizing my opening. 

     His face still looked uncertain, but his hand darted out as I stepped closer to him.  Trembling, moist fingers bumped like mosquitos against my stomach, then pressed more insistently against my hard muscle.   He groaned, looking surprised at the sound.

     “Get it out,” I told him brusquely, indicating the growing tent in his shorts.

     I really wasn’t ready for what came out though.  See, I consider myself a connoisseur of prongs.  I’ve seen a few I won’t forget in a hurry, but this was something else.  Austin’s erect prick was just beautiful, like the rest of him.  And powerful, just like the rest of him.  Thick, wide, straight, with a wedge-shaped head and an unvarying girth all the way down its impressive length.  A fucking battering ram, growing rampant from his shaved crotch.  I have a nice cock, but Austin has me beat without trying.  I stared at it, mesmerized, before reaching down to tentatively feel its pulsing shaft.  It gulped when my fingertips made contact, and I felt his palm sliding up the side of my torso, coming to rest under my suddenly sweating armpit.  I could feel small tremors of excitement moving through my entire body, but my nervousness was leaving me, replaced by the impression that if I behaved correctly, I could have complete control of the situation.

     Abandoning Austin’s growing dick for the moment, I shucked my shorts down to my ankles, leaving me wearing only the black jockstrap I’d inexplicably put on earlier.  I sure hadn’t foreseen any of this at the time.  I could hear Austin gasp when I turned around to show him my exposed ass.  Both of his hands were on it in seconds, kneading my buttcheeks experimentally.  I bent over in front of him, looking back between my legs at his entranced expression and his hard cock, bouncing with enthusiasm between his thighs.  A string of clear liquid had worked its way out of the tip, sticking itself to the surface of his black shorts, still bunched around his legs.

     I felt one of his calloused thumbs drag down my asscrack to rub roughly past my hole, and shuddered.  There was no reason to wait any more.  Reaching between my legs, I grasped the lower half of his clothing and pulled, walking away from him.  He laughed, straightening his legs so I could get the encumbrance out of the way.  He was still chuckling when I turned around, dropped to my knees and sucked his big erection halfway down my neck.

     He stopped laughing then.  Wasting no time at all, he seized me by the back of my head, pushing his rigid cock all the way into my face, grunting with effort and satisfaction.  I’ll admit I choked, but only for a second, then I was riding with it as he fucked my mouth hard, bringing his hips off the surface to aggressively invade my gullet. 

     “Fuck, man, take it,” he gasped through his teeth, forcing my head down over his crotch with both hands.  I relaxed into it, feeling the rush spread all over me.  I had him.  Now to make it last for a while.

     Coming back up for air, I lifted my drooling face off his dick, a combined rope of transparent precome and thickened saliva trailed back into my mouth.  I wiped it off, coughed and looked up at him.  He was gazing thoughtfully back at me, naked except for his grey t-shirt.  His dick jerked again.

     “You really like doing that?” he asked, curious.

     “Fuck yeah,” I told him, tingling with exuberance. 

     “Even when a guy pushes on your head?”  His eyes got wider.  “What’s so great about that?  I think I’d punch a dude who did that.  No offense,” he added hastily.

     “How about this,” I replied, thinking rapidly through my pleasure buzz.  I stood up.  “Wanna make a bet?”

     I dropped the jockstrap, kicking it onto a lampshade.  Austin stared.  My cock had thickened out to full mast while I was on my knees and was sticking straight up and out at him.  I wagged by hips a little, to wave it in his face.  He reached up, and stroked its length, testing its hardness.  “Nice,” he murmured softly.

     “Well, I kinda like yours, myself.  How about this,” I repeated, moving over him on the sofa, crouching to straddle his outstretched legs.  Pushing our hard cocks up against each other, I pumped them together.  Austin groaned, head dropping back to the cushion behind.  I had him in the palm of my hand now, literally.  “Whoever can get the bigger hard-on gets to fuck the other’s face as long as he wants.  Whattaya say?”

     Austin seemed to have lost the power of speech momentarily.  He just nodded, wrapping his hands around mine as I stroked us.  I had no worries.  His dick had already ballooned way past any size I could match.  I knew damn well whose mouth would be taking the beating in a little while, and that would be no problem at all.

     Meantime, the thing was just getting thicker.  My butthole clenched just from looking at it.

     “You win,” I told him.  “I gotta put it back in my mouth.”

     “Hold on,” he gave me a sudden shove which sent me off the couch and onto the carpet.  He stood up, smirking.

     I knelt on my knees before him, gazing up at him as he peeled his shirt off.  Then he stood there naked, letting me take him in.  He had no hair on him anywhere below the neck.  He looked like a fucking god, and he knew it, it was there on his handsome face, a self-satisfaction that would normally have put me off, but he looked so good I’d do anything to serve him. 

     He took his truncheon cock in one hand by the base and beat the extra-hard flesh of his shaft against the side of my face.

     “Open up!” he barked.  I did, and his fat hog invaded me instantly, ramming brutally down my throat, his hand on the back of my neck driving it home.  My esophagus spasmed around the huge column of flesh as he plunged in and out.  It felt like his cock was throwing off sparks like lightning the whole way down and back.  I didn’t know where or who I was anymore, but I could hear him growling and cursing as he used my solidly-muscled neck for his pleasure.  I could just barely feel my own cock, which was brushing its erect tip against my abdomen, not something it does every day. 

     “Yeah, take it all, bitch, uhhh!” I heard him growl from above me.  His voice had taken on a low, guttural quality, which was making me even crazier. 

     By now, I’d lost any control of oral skills I might normally have had and was drooling small rivers of saliva down myself.  There was a puddle of the stuff on the carpet, I could feel it if I reached down.  So I coated my fingers with it, reached back and eased them one by one into my asshole.  I guess I wanted some control over the situation, as much as I was enjoying having Austin drive.  Anyway, he noticed me bouncing on them, and pulled himself out of my leaking mouth.

     “What the fuck are you doing down there?” he asked incredulously, like he’d found me knitting a shawl.

     I decided I might have to demonstrate.  Rising to my feet, I towered over him.  He looked up at me, his hard cock still sticking out in front of him, glistening with saliva.  I put my hands on his shapely chest and gently pushed him back.  He accommodated me, lowering himself backwards onto the black leather.  I had lube somewhere, in a pocket.  Didn’t want to waste time looking for it.  Austin’s dick was covered in gobs of my spit and I’d already loosened myself up.  We’d gotten this far, so I was gonna eat him for dinner.

     Lowering myself quickly onto his swollen knob, guiding him up inside me, I was rewarded by the seraphic expression, completely at home on his angel face.  His eyes found mine, and I saw him.

---

I guess I should explain who I saw.  I call him the man inside. 

     Sometimes you can get to a place (frequently during sexual relations) where a kind of clearer communication between people is possible than what’s on offer most of the time.  There are points when I seem to see into my partner to a disconcerting depth.  There’s a man down there, deep inside.  He’s been imprisoned in there so long he might never see the light of day again.  Dying slowly, starving.  Lost little boy inside.  Breaks your heart to see.  His problem is, it’s his everyday life that imprisons him.  The self-image he’s been forced into over a lifetime is killing him, among other factors.  He wants out so badly, but can’t find his way.  And I know I can help release him, but liberating someone from what he takes for his familiar reality can lead to a lot of problems.  Sometimes it’s a better idea not to tamper.  But I always fall in love a little when I see the man inside.  He almost always falls for me, too.

     Anyway, there he was inside Austin, kinda like Austin was inside me. 

     Jesus H. Christ, this was a fucking huge dick.  It was filling me up.  I ground my ass around its base, luxuriating in the sensation.  Austin’s rough hands slid down over my squatting thighs to my hips.  Looking down at his reddening face, I bounced on his length a few times, testing the water…

---

“What are you trying to tell me, Mac?” Susan interrupts me.  “That this was an emergency intervention to save my husband from his marriage?  How altruistic of you!”  Her voice drips with ill-disguised sarcasm.

     “Look, didn’t I say you wouldn’t want to hear this?  I’m not saying you’re the villain here…”

     “Sure sounds like it to me.”

     “I don’t think anyone is.  What I’m getting around to is that his behavior more recently…  Well, I haven’t even got to the intense stuff yet…  See, I was just getting used to having him inside me–“

---

And then Austin sat up, flipping his legs under, and nailed me like his life depended on it.  I don’t know how long it lasted.  I lost all track of time.  He became some kind of lunatic, a demon.  A surprisingly strong little fucker, he forced me into new positions a few times, as if he couldn’t find the right way to stick it in me.  He snarled and growled and brutally pronged my sloppy fuckhole, face contorted into a mask that switched back and forth between loathing and desperation.  I shot off twice, him once, right at the end.  He barked orders at me, insulted me, slapped me, choked me, pulled my head back by the hair to scream his violent lust in my sweat-slicked face, and his iron cock just got harder and thicker inside me.  It would be like a nightmare if I wasn’t enjoying it so much.  I would be sore before he finished.  He finally came fucking me sideways and collapsed heaving and dripping over me.  I wrapped him in my arms and held him until his breathing returned to normal.

     “I’m sorry,” he said softly, then.

     “What are you sorry for?”

     “I thought maybe I hurt you…”

     I shook my head.  “It’s kinda hard to hurt me that way.  Bruised, maybe.  Didn’t you see me shooting my load?  Felt pretty damn good.”

     He chuckled.  I swooned at the sound.  “So you’re not mad at me?” he asked.

     “Nah, I can take it.  You did fine.  Are you sure you’ve never played with guys before?”

     “You caught me,” he said guiltily.  “In the service.  You could get your rocks off if there weren’t nothing else.  I… resorted to it a few times.  I never did anything, just let other guys suck me, if they wanted.” 

     “I’m sure they wanted that slab of meat in their mouths.”

     “You really enjoyed that?” he asked again, incredulous.  “If I did that to my wife, she’d divorce me.  Shit, jail me!”

     “Didn’t I look like I was enjoying myself?”

     “I have to admit I couldn’t tell.  Is all your sex like that?”

     “No,” I couldn’t help smiling.  He was so sweetly naïve.  “It’s always a little different when it’s good.  How about you?”

     He shook his incredible head.  “I have never done anything like that.  Not even in the Navy.”  He glanced around at the rented room.  “Look, we should get out of here, maybe.  I gotta get home and see Susan.”

     “You’re not going to tell her?”

     “Oh God, no!  I, I just gotta get home.”  He started hunting up his discarded clothes.  He seemed disturbed over something.  Understandable, I thought, since he’d just boned his brother-in-law.

     Looking back, though, maybe it was just the man inside working his way out.

---

I didn’t see him again for another week, which wasn’t too unusual.  I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t used him more often for jackoff fodder since the encounter, but it seemed unlikely that he’d be back for more.  Hopefully, he wasn’t freaking out. 

     As far as I was concerned, I’d gotten all I could realistically hope to out of the situation.  Shit, I’d’ve been satisfied sucking him off.  Getting him to prong me was extra credit.  I couldn’t honestly expect any more out of him.  It wasn’t like he fooled around with men all the time, right?  He’d never even tried to kiss me at any point during our encounter, which is okay, but I thought it probably indicated a lack of comfort with the experience, even if he insisted otherwise.

     Oddly enough, the next time I saw him, kissing me was the first thing he did.

     He didn’t call first, just showed up at my door.  I didn’t even think he knew where I lived.  We’d always met out or at Susan’s house. 

     I opened the door, he stepped in and, with an anxious smile, fastened his mouth over mine before I could say anything.  His tongue was warm, strong and jittery with nerves.  There was the smallest hint of alcohol under the mint on his breath.  His hands shook as they gripped my sides.  It communicated a dizzy sense of desperation to me immediately.  I grabbed him to me, slammed the door behind him, pinned him up against it and settled down to devouring his mouth and face in the style to which I have become accustomed.  I wanted to take my time with this affectionate, new Austin. 

     It was maybe five minutes until he panted in my ear between licks, “She’s gone for the weekend.  Take me to the bedroom.”

     I picked him up in my arms, and carried him down the hall as he sucked the side of my neck.

     The sex was nothing like the time before.

     I dropped with him onto my bed, which was unmade, and there were clothes and shit all over the place, but I wasn’t expecting company, was I?  He instantly wrestled himself on top of me, as if to show me who was in charge, then wrapped himself around me, kissing me fiercely, with an abandon I’d never previously seen in him.  He’d been taken over by passion, grunting and whining when I put my hands on his body. 

     Honestly, I’d never seen anything so attractive, and the fact that it wouldn’t let go of me was so amazing that I was speechless.  All I could do was fumblingly try to remove various articles of his clothing as he writhed panting against me, and get ready for the ass-pounding I was no doubt about to receive.  I had no idea.

     “Are you high or something?” I asked, still trying to understand the change in his behavior.

     “What?  No,” he sputtered as his face rose from my armpit.  “Why would you say that?  I had a couple drinks, but…”  He lost track of what he was saying as he began pulling on my waistband.  “Here, let’s get you out of those–” 

     All I had on were sweats, so they came off pretty easily, tossed aside to one of the piles on the floor.  As soon as my dick was hanging free, he was after it, hunched over me as he sucked it into his greedy mouth, drooling all over it, getting it even harder while pushing his own way out of his remaining clothes.  I could feel myself getting stiffer in his mouth as he tried to deep-throat me.  He didn’t have the knack, but it just made me hotter to watch him try.  My pulse was racing, hammering so fast I could feel the constriction of my blood vessels.  This hot, charmingly inept guy was getting me so worked up I couldn’t think clearly.

     And the next thing I knew, he’d stood up, re-positioned his body into a squat over me, and swiftly speared his asshole onto my blood-engorged prick until his beautiful butt was pressed down against me.  Damn, the amazing fucker had swallowed me whole.  I stared down, paralyzed in shock, at myself balls-deep in Austin, my sister’s husband.  He’d arrived with his ass already lubed.  This was clearly premeditated.

     “What have you been doing with yourself, man?” I asked, awkwardly.

     “You’re all I’ve thought about all week,” sighed the most physically perfect man I’ve ever had my cock inside.  His eyes were closed and his warm palms rested on my chest.  “I can’t help it.  I think I’m going crazy.”

     “So, when’d you start taking dick?”

     “Just now,” he panted, sounding a little uncomfortable.  His eyes opened again, transfixing me.  “You’re the first.  But I’ve been puttin’ stuff inside me for days.  You know, gettin’ ready for you.”

     You’d think I’d get used to being rendered speechless by Austin, but I was flummoxed as usual.  None of this exchange had put a dent in my steel hard-on, by the way.  It just sat inside Austin’s velvet, virgin 30-year-old fucktunnel, gulping patiently. 

     “How’re you feeling?” I wanted to know.

     “Feels great,” he grunted.  “I thought it would hurt more, but it’s nice.”  He picked himself up and lowered himself a few times, sliding over my cock, sending sparks and a delicious amnesia shooting through me.  “Yeah, this is good.  I like how you feel in me.”  He squeezed down and we both grunted in unison. 

     He grinned.  “How’d you like to put me on my back and fuck me, big guy?”

     “I almost came when you said that.”  I pulled out long enough for him to settle himself on his back. As I slid back inside, his eyes closed once more, and I could hear him humming quietly. 

     His hands clamped over my newly-hairy forearms and I remembered I hadn’t shaved myself since our sex the week before.  Sometimes I get lazy, and again, I wasn’t expecting anyone.  So all my body hair had started to grow back.  I’ve got kind of a lot of it, really; legs, arms, lower chest, all over my stomach, even in places on my damn back.  It had all come in about half an inch in the interim, and I no longer had the “clean” look.  Austin didn’t seem to care, rubbing his hands over and through it, trailing up over my arms, shoulders, newly-fuzzy pecs and abs, his legs scissor-locked around my hips.

     “Mmmm, love how you feel,” he mumbled.  The sound of his voice saying that made my cock even harder inside him.  I was nervous of moving in case I damaged him.  “Come on,” he coaxed, twisting my left tit.  “Stop being a pussy and fuck me.”

     “Oh, a pussy, uh-huh.”  An involuntary smile fixed itself on my face as I flexed my cock and pulled back out of his channel.  “How about you show me what a pussy feels like,” I taunted. 

     He squirmed as I paused at the end without pulling out, then cried out as I pushed back inside roughly.  God, that voice!  I was fucking an angel.  What had I ever done to rate this?  I was fucking an angel.  The muscles in his ass bore down on me as I drove my hips forward, pushing my heavy tool inside, and he moaned and panted and begged me to make it go on and on.

     But by the time you find yourself giving it to a divine creature, face it, you’re on the verge of orgasm.  My vision skewed into black holes which ate all the visual information before me and left me clutching, blind and in ecstasy, at Austin’s hard, beloved body as it heaved under me, impaled on my spurting prick.  “Coming…” I wheezed, before lowering myself over him, drained.  His mouth sought mine out, hungry, insistent, keeping me grounded, with him. 

     “Austin, what’s happened?” I asked as soon as I was capable.

     “You, Mac,” he answered.  “I think I might be in love with you.”

     “Austin, man, you barely know me–“

     “I saw something in you, when I fucked you, when you took me inside you.  It wasn’t like with Susan.  I–”  He nodded his head, coming to an internal decision.  “I think I have to be with you, at least for a while.  I haven’t thought about anything else all week.  When I fuck Susan, I think of you.  When I whack off, I think of you.  I have dreams about you.  Having you on top of me, inside me, like this, is how I want to be forever.  I’ve never felt better than this.”

     “Austin–”  I sputtered, feeling like I had a duty to nip this insanity in the bud before he went and fucked his life up over something he barely understands.

     “And I know,” he interrupted me, “I can’t tell Susan.  I can’t tell anyone, but I need this, Mac.  I need you.  I don’t know what’s happening to me.”  Abruptly, he waggled his butt, side to side, and a grin split his handsome face.  “Your cock’s still hard.  Keep fuckin’ me, man.  Yeah, that’s it.  Love you inside me.  Fuck the crush out of me, Mac.  That’s why I’m here.  Let’s get it out of our systems if we can.”

     “Yeah, you just got married, bright boy,” I smirked as I porked him.  “Can’t just throw that away without some trouble, huh?  Yeah, squeeze me just like that!  Uhh!  You hot little fuck-pig!”

     “Now you got it, big guy!  Show me how you want me takin’ it…  Yeah, harder…”

     Austin spent the entire weekend with me.  We seemed to fall into each other, and the guy was inexhaustible.  By Sunday evening, he was as horny as he’d been on Friday afternoon, and we’d spent the entire time eating one another alive.  We’d fucked each other every way imaginable without a divorce being involved, and we weren’t sick of it at all.  It was clear that we would have to work much harder to get it out of our systems, if such a thing was possible.

     That was as far as things got before Austin remembered he had to pick up Susan at the airport, so we got him cleaned up and out the door before any more discussion could happen. 

     Then he was gone and I was looking around at the filthy apartment I’d forgotten to notice since the second after he’d come in my door, two days back.

---

I suppose it would be unrealistic to assume he wouldn’t turn up again, even if I didn’t hear from him for a couple of weeks.  I tried not to care too much, reminding myself that Austin was fresh out of the gate, sexually, in many ways.  This was in addition to being newly married, which had to be complicating things.  He was just discovering what he was capable of, and it was probably blowing his mind.  I’d known what I wanted sexually since I was an eight-year-old; he was just now working it out, it seemed.  No one ever gives you an instruction manual for this stuff.  I decided I’d see him if he wanted me to see him, but there was no reason to contact him myself.  Probably just cause trouble if I did.

     So I contacted a couple of fuck-buddies instead, and arranged an afternoon session at my place to take my mind off things.  Of course that’s the afternoon Austin showed up again. 

     Jack and Knot, a nice couple I played with on and off, had just arrived.  Jack’s a good-looking, slim, but well-built, redhead with a beautiful, addictive cock and an ass I can’t seem to stay out of.  I met him through my huge, bodybuilding friend, Knot, when they originally started seeing each other, and the three of us always had good chemistry.  Jack’s a cute, horny godsend, as far as I’m concerned.  I’d developed a mean crush on his tight, orange-furred body.  He seems built for taking dick.  Me and Knot liked to give it to him from both ends.

     The pair were undressing and unpacking their gear, and I was gazing with lustful anticipation at Jack’s butt, when I heard the pounding out front.  Wouldn’t this be a great time to get busted, I thought, getting ready to get aggressive with whoever was banging on my door.

     But it was Austin.  My mind went black.  I stared at him.  “Why don’t you ever call first?” was all I could think to say.

     “You have company?” he asked anxiously.  It had slipped my mind.  He looked fantastic.  “I saw a car.  I can leave…” 

     “How long have we got this time?” seemed like a terribly important question to ask.  I wondered if the neighbors would notice if I got on my knees right there.

     “Hey, Mac, where can we put–”  A shirtless Knot padded around the corner and froze at the sight of Austin standing in the open doorway.  Knot’s big, bearded mouth widened in a smile, and his huge hand pawed absently at the mat of auburn hair on his mammoth chest.  No one said anything until I piped up with, “Knot, this is Austin.  Austin, meet my good friend Knot, who brought his lover Jack over to get naked and play with me.  Since Knot clearly likes you, and I want to fuck his boyfriend again, would you like to come in and join us?”

     “Say yes,” advised Knot solemnly.

     Austin’s jaw fell open, which was gorgeous, like everything else he does.  I took him by his hand and walked him inside so I could close the door.  Then he kissed me, deeply, coiling his hard arms around my neck as Knot pressed up from behind him, running his large hands up under Austin’s shirt at the sides.  When Austin finally brought his mouth away from mine, he allowed Knot to turn him around and swallow the lower half of his face in Knot’s greedy bearded maw.  Austin gave as good as he got, clearly loving the amorous bearhug Knot had trapped him in.  Knot moaned into his mouth.  My prong was pulsing and stiff from watching them. 

     “Hey,” I punched Knot in the shoulder, “Jack’s waiting.”  Austin looked at me, and I inclined my head down the hall.  “Let’s go in the bedroom, boy, so I can see you take someone else’s dick.”

---

“So you’re saying you’ve introduced my husband to group sex?  Am I hearing this correctly?”

     “If you haven’t gotten around to it yet, I guess I must have.  Tell me, since I’m telling you so much, have his sexual habits changed with you?”

     “He tried to buttfuck me once.  I shut that down.”

     “Yeah, I thought you might.  He’s still interested in you though, right?”

     “There’s no indication of what you’ve been describing.  Will Knot back this up?”

     “Well, that’s kind of the heart of the matter…” I say, amazed at myself for having told her this much.  I figure I may as well go the whole hog…

---

See, things got kinda weird that afternoon.

     Austin outdid himself.  Once again, he showed up with his ass clean and pre-lubed, every hair on his body removed, ready to go.  He’d obviously been practicing somewhere.  Knot lasted all of five minutes with Austin bouncing on his erection, then the big fucker climaxed noisily, shaking like an earthquake as Navy Boy wrung it out of him. 

     I felt like I should be eating popcorn until I remembered Jack, who was also staring dumbfounded at his oversized partner starting a second round on Austin’s willing butt.  Knot was holding him down on the mattress and implacably fucking a squealing load out of him as I stuck my stiff meat up Jack’s tight, grasping hole.  Jack jiggled his butt around my dick, which felt like a hot tire iron inside him.  He shook as I fucked him.  I love when he does that.

     Knot took his time, fucking inexorably, slow and steady.  He’s done it to me, its like getting it from a steamroller.  From the noises Austin made, I could almost read his mind.

     Jack let me position him doggy style next to the other two, and I slowed my strokes to match Knot’s next to me.  I could feel sweat building up and remembered I was still wearing a shirt, which I peeled off and threw away.

     I’d thought about shaving my body hair off a couple of times since Austin and I first had sex, but the way he’d pawed at me the last time had put me off the idea, so I let it grow, despite the itching sensation.  It had now been over a month since I’d shaved it and I had a deep, brown forest growing over me.  I’d forgotten all about it until I looked up from pounding Jack and noticed Austin staring at it.  He reached out the hand he wasn’t using to anchor himself to the bed and stroked my sweating, furry abdomen.  “That’s fuckin’ nice, Mac,” he panted.

     Knot took hold of Austin’s hard cock in one huge hand, stroking lightly.  “You gonna come again, boy?”

     “Nah, big man,” he smiled dreamily up at Knot.  “I’m just enjoying the ride…”

     Knot shook his massive head, as if trying to clear it.  Sweat showered us all.  He leaned into his fuck, lowering his monumental torso over Austin’s.  “I’m gonna fuck you until I come again, handsome,” he murmured in a low, gruff voice.  “Then, I wanna get down between your legs and suck this beautiful dick of yours for as long as you can stand it.”  His warm, rough tongue flashed out to lick suddenly at Austin’s chest.  “Is that okay?” he asked.  “Will you let me do that?”

     “Ummmm, yeah, man, yeah, can’t wait, stud,” Austin moaned, sounding delirious.

     However, things worked out a little differently.  As Knot kept stroking Austin’s leaking prick, he abruptly decided that it would be more fun to see what it felt like inside him.  He pulled himself out, planted one of his feet on the mattress next to Austin’s right armpit while leaving the other on the floor, grasped Austin’s rigid pole and lowered himself sideways down onto it.

     Austin, who had been fucked into a state of utter complacence, widened his eyes in pleasant shock as a guy twice his own size began to piston his ass over Austin’s big tool.  They both made the prettiest noises I think I’ve ever heard, between Austin’s moaning baritone and Knot’s bellowing basso.  Me and Jack stopped screwing to watch, it was that good.

     When Knot shot his wad this time, it hit Austin in the face, even with the dick still up his ass.  Then he pulled himself off Navy Boy’s jerking prong, and kneeled down to start patiently working on it with his mouth.

---

“He’s an angel,” sighed Knot later, after he’d sucked a second load out of the helpless guy with his hot, bearded cavern of a mouth.  He was now loading his wooden pipe with something leafy and greenish-purple.

     “You noticed,” I confirmed.

     “Jeez, he looks like that, and he puts out.”  Knot stared across the room to where Austin was aggressively and noisily boning Jack, one hand around his throat.  “Where the hell’d you find him?”

     “He’s Susan’s husband,” I admitted.

     Knot’s stare swiveled over to me, shocked.  Then he started to laugh.  “Oh, Mac, it’s been great knowing you, but she’s going to murder you if she ever finds out about this.  Man, she’ll make you eat your own balls!”

     “Don’t remind me,” I said as I accepted the pipe from him, lit it and took a hit.  Exhaling, I said, “You can’t say it’s not worth it, though.”

     “No, you’re right, I can’t.”  Still chuckling, he retrieved the pipe from me.  “I also can’t say I wouldn’t do the same thing in your shoes.  That boy is a fuckin’ angel.  I’m gonna get as much of him as I can.”  He sparked it, took a massive hit of the smoke.  Didn’t exhale.

     After that, he raised his bulk and transported it back to where the other two were fucking, grabbed Austin’s head, fastened his mouth over his, and finally blew out.  Austin wasn’t expecting it, but he took it well, only coughing slightly. 

     I followed Knot over to the bed, as Jack asked for the pipe.  I blew a hit into his mouth as Knot pushed his dick back inside Austin, who groaned and backed up on him.

     “Good boy,” Knot murmured into his shoulder.  “Just can’t stay away from your butt.”

     Austin, an inadvertent Lucky Pierre, found himself balls-deep in Jack as Knot plowed him from behind.  This was brand new to him; he was fucking and being fucked at the same time.  I wish I’d taken a picture of his face.  It was like he was re-evaluating the whole world at once.  And then he was coming, shooting into Jack as Knot nuzzled his prostate, wrapping him in his huge arms while he howled.  Priceless.

---

The high kicked in a few minutes later, that’s where things got strange.

     It all centered on Austin at first.  We couldn’t keep our hands off of him.  He was amazing.  We surrounded him, kissed him, licked him, touched him.  Gradually, orgasm became less of a focus, and it wasn’t too long until Austin became less of a focus as well. 

     It was like the affectionate energy the four of us were bringing up had balanced out among us, and we all four fell in love that afternoon, and it didn’t matter who you aimed it at, it would end up in the right place.  Love was something we all had an equal share in.

     Time got harder to grasp as it passed.  A peach-tinged, orange haze seemed to surround us as the shadows got longer.  Events became fuzzy.  I remember a moment of being on my back, gazing blissfully up at big ol’ Knot, who I’d known for ten years, as he pushed his treetrunk prong into me.  I felt like a teenager.  We’d been fuck-buddies for a long time, but for the first time it wasn’t just casual sex.  There were these incredible waves of longing affection for him flowing through me like rivers of force, leaving me out of breath.  I realized I would do anything for him, and knew he felt the same.  His eyes shone as he started to thrust into me, and I was the luckiest fucker in the world.  Absolutely in love with each other.  And the others.

     We four lost ourselves together, lost our egos, lost our fears.  Remembered who we really were.

     Eventually, we drifted back.  Knot and Jack had to go home, back to their lives, but Austin slept with me that night, rubbing his strong fingers through my stomach fuzz, and mumbling half-heard endearments into my neck and chest with that voice of his.

---

He was gone by the next day, but I’d picked up on the pattern by then, and it was less likely to take me unaware.  I was walking on air anyway for a good week after the four-way.  I figured if the pattern held, he’d show up when he got unbearably horny, and I wouldn’t see him before then.  That was cool.  He was worth it.  Actually, he really hadn’t been any trouble at all so far.  How long could I expect that to last?

     I’d convinced him to call or text me before he showed up next time, just so I’d be ready for him.  He agreed.

     As smitten as I was, I had no real claim on him, and knew it.  He was married, to my sister of all people.  I didn’t know what he did during the weeks I didn’t see him.  I didn’t want to put him on the spot by asking.  I missed him now, when I worked out. 

     He sent me a few texts, out of nowhere, like a kind of warning to me that his head of steam was building up and I’d see him soon, but no plans were made.  These were pretty explicit texts, though.  Filthy, detailed, possibly admissible as evidence in a court of law.  Flattering, sure, but dangerous.  I recall hoping that he was deleting them as quickly as I was.  Obviously not.

     I went to the gym and ran into Knot, who confirmed my unvoiced suspicions. 

     “Seen much of the angel?” he asked me. 

     I explained that Austin just showed up once every couple of weeks, blew every fuse I had, then disappeared again.  He told me Austin had been over to their place to play, a few nights before.  Knot had slipped Austin his card that first time, but he found it strange that the boy hadn’t brought me with him for the second.  Not that he and Jack had turned Austin down, they had too much sense for that.

     Watching him while he told me this, I recognized that Knot was as smitten with Austin as I was.  I felt a quick stab of jealousy, felt cheated, useless, all that bullshit.

     Then I felt Knot’s big, warm paw on my side.  He’d noticed I was upset.  His eyes when I glanced up were something I couldn’t look away from.  Magnetized, I knew he could see right into me, and cared very deeply. 

     We were in public, but he moved closer anyway.  “Jack won’t be home for awhile,” he told me quietly.  “I want you to come home with me.”

     I thought I should get away before I embarrassed myself any further, but Knot was insistent.  “I don’t like seein’ you this way, buddy.  Let’s go to my place, and you can work it out on me.”

     I nodded.  Suddenly I felt like crying.  Knot hugged me into his huge, overdeveloped arms, and then we went back to his place.

     He locked the door behind him and had stripped out of his clothes in seconds.  His half-hard python hung down along one meaty thigh.

     “Okay, Mac,” he told me his deep bass voice rumbling.  “We can talk first, or we can fuck first.  Your choice.”  His cock began to fight gravity while he said this.  I could tell which one he’d prefer.

     He looked good.  I got on my knees, still fully clothed.  Knot took two steps closer to me.  “How long has it been since you got off with anyone?” he asked softly.

     “Last time,” I said, glancing up past his erection to his face.  “The four of us.”  He nodded.  The memory was getting me hotter.  I placed my lips around his thick erection, and suddenly felt much better.  The heavy meat throbbed between my lips, on my tongue.  I grasped it by the base and squeezed, tasting the difference as it reddened with trapped blood.

     Knot gasped raggedly as my tongue licked steadily at the shaft, the area right underneath, behind his cockhead, a trick I learned from Jack, and I felt him get thicker and warmer in my mouth.  One of his mammoth hands fell weightily onto the back of my neck.  I glanced up – his eyes had drifted closed and his huge mouth was hanging open.  I placed both my hands on his big, fur-dusted thighs and took his column in as far as I could.  I was starting to feel the way I’d felt with him that afternoon.  What was happening?

     “Ahh, fuck yeah, buddy,” Knot rumbled, like a sleepy locomotive.  “Feels so good when you do that…”  I began to saw at his shaft with my lips, letting his cockhead bounce off the back of my throat, and was immediately rewarded by the taste of his salty precome and a few more veins down his snake. 

     “Aww… Ooooohhhh….  The thing is, Mac,” he sighed as I worked him, his palm starting to sweat against my neck, “I can see how much you like Austin.  I sure don’t know how to say no to him, and Jack digs him, too.  -Oh yeah, suck it hard, Mac…  Uuhhh!”  His whole big body was beset by lightning tremors passing briefly through him.  I felt the buzz shoot through me as well, and then I was sucking him faster, taking him deeper, intent on the act itself.  His prick stiffened to a degree where it pointed up insistently.  I straightened myself, changing my angle to fit more of him down my throat, took him all the way in.  His wide palm clamped down with more force on my neck, his hog expanded down the length of my gullet and I heard him hiss air through his teeth.  My throat spasmed and I couldn’t breathe through my nose, but I felt fantastic.  When he let go of me again, I bobbed on his tool violently, spit dripping from my lower lip, splashing across myself.  I didn’t care if I made him come.  I’d done that before.  It was just that right then, his cock, his body had become the most important thing in the universe.  I wanted to spend the rest of my life sucking the fat, gorgeous thing.  I was getting lost in it, for the first time in weeks.

     His big hands were under my armpits before I knew what was happening, lifting me to my feet.  His huge, wet mouth was on mine as his arms crushed me to him in a passionate embrace.  When he finally let me come up for air, he told me, “Mac, buddy, you’re gettin’ me way too worked up down there.  You gotta lose these clothes, and I gotta stick it in you, or I’m gonna lose my mind.”

     He tore off my shirt, and roughly shoved my gym shorts out of the way.  My cock had been fully at attention for a while.  It bounced up into his palm as he kissed me again, his huge, hot mouth leaving a coating of saliva over the lower half of my face.

     Then he was pushing me backward, naked, onto the bed.  Wasting no time, he lifted my legs so my butt was in the air, and spat twice on my hole.  Then, holding one ankle and resting the other over his landmass of a shoulder, he pushed his hot tool inside me.  He moaned with pleasure as I squealed. 

     “Aww, fuck, Mac!” he growled.  “Why don’t we do this more often?”

     “‘Cause I’m usually trying to get past you so I can get up Jack’s asshole,” I grunted.

     “MMMM!  Understandable,” he grunted back, starting to pump my butt.  I cried out with the sensation.  I’d forgotten how good Knot was at plowing my hole.  Or maybe he was better than usual.  He turned his hips a little bit and I shuddered.  “I could die happy inside you, dude,” he told me, panting.

     I realized then that I felt the same way.  I’d become used to accommodating Knot, just so I could get my hands on his hot little lover, but this was different.  I was starting to see Knot as the main attraction for the first time since I’d met him.  And, from the way he was looking down at me as he plunged into my tunnel, it appeared this feeling was mutual.  The excitement in his eyes was adorable.  This must be how Jack feels, I thought, when the big guy really concentrates on him.  Highly addictive.

     “See, Mac,” gasped Knot through his thrusts, “I think any guy Austin fools around with is gonna fall in love with him…  Uhhh!  …At least a little bit.”  He took a mammoth breath.  “But Austin doesn’t know what he’s doing.  His energy’s way too intense, he doesn’t know how to control what he’s bringin’ up.  You and me and Jack, though, we’ve got practice.  Ohh, yeah…”  He started pumping me harder as his body swelled and flushed.  He wrapped a paw around my leaking prong, stroking in time with his own pumping, and braced the other one against my heaving chest.  After a quick shake of his head, he confessed huskily, “You’re about to make me come, stud-muffin.  I can’t hold back any more…  Aaoohhh!”

     I actually felt his cock pumping his wad inside me, he was that rigid.  His eyes rolled back into his head and his whole torso heaved, dripping sweat down onto me.  Knot had always been a little too large to look cute to me, but he was irresistible at that moment, as his 21-gun salute fired off.  Like the biggest, hottest teddy bear that had ever held me, he nestled his sweaty torso down over mine.

     “Knot, I think I’m getting way too attached to you,” I murmured into his neck.

     “I feel exactly the same way, Mac,” his huge lips and facial hair softly tickled my ear.  “Something’s happened to all four of us, I’m still not sure what.  Maybe it was what we smoked, but it never hits me and Jack that way.  You and I’ve been friends for a long time.  We should be old news to each other, but after that four-way, I don’t know any more.”  His big hands stroked my sides.  “I think about you a lot lately.  I don’t like seeing you this messed up over someone.  I don’t think Austin’s doing this to you on purpose.  He doesn’t know what he’s doing.  He just knows that he’s wanted, maybe for the first time ever.”

     “What do you mean?”

     “I don’t think Austin knows how good-looking he is.  But he’s figuring it out.  I’ve been thinking that the three of us should be there for him, try to support him through this, keep him from droppin’ off the deep end.  But I think we should be there for you, too.  You looked so miserable when I saw you earlier, I couldn’t leave you like that.”  He kissed me again, taking his time.  I forgot where I was, holding onto his big shoulders as our tongues wrestled.

     “If you don’t have anywhere else to be, I want you to stay with me and Jack tonight.”

     “I don’t have to be anywhere until tomorrow,” I said.

     “Well, I don’t want you leaving here until we’ve got you feeling a lot better.”  He ran a wide palm over my now-very-hairy trunk.  “I like this, by the way.  Tattoos be damned, you look great with a fur coat.  It’s one of the reasons I shot my load so fast.”  I didn’t have the heart to tell him that was down to Angel Butt as well.

     “I get the idea that Austin’s been dying to get out of his shell for years,” Knot continued, stroking my abdomen.  “Now that he’s found his way out of it, he’s not sure how to proceed.  At the moment, he’s got the three of us, plus whoever else he’s fucking.”

     “Who else is he fucking?” I couldn’t help asking.

     “Who knows?” Knot shrugged.  “He told me and Jack he’s still boning his wife if she’s handy, which might be why we don’t see him that much.  She’s busier than he is, though.  If she’s not there, I think he goes after whatever option seems most likely to him.  In fact, if you’re feeling at all guilty about supposedly corrupting him, don’t.  That boy’s scary horny, and he’s got the stamina of a man ten years younger.  If you didn’t exist, he’d have found another likely option.  But this is all new to him, and I’ve seen some guys get overwhelmed if they’re not used to this.  The angel might benefit from some guidance, and I think we three are in a position to do it.”

     “What kind of guidance?” I wondered.

     “Well, for starters, it would be good to keep him away from meth.  Yeah, I know I blew pot smoke down his throat.  If I’d known him better at the time, I might not’ve done that.  From what he’s told me, he’s got no experience with anything but alcohol.  We don’t need him forging some kind of association-chain between sex and stimulants.  It’s hard to come back from that, and he’s got more energy than he knows what to do with as it is.  I’ve met too many guys who can’t get horny without a baggie of powder handy.  That’s a huge Achilles Heel.  I don’t wanna see him turn out like that.  Let’s do what we can to keep him angelic.”

     I was staring at Knot like I’d never met him before.  “You’ve thought about this a little,” I said, admiringly.

     “Well, I’ve been preoccupied by it ever since we had that four-way.”  He grasped the sides of my head, and pushed his tongue back into my mouth, and I felt this amazing rush of longing for him.  Apparently, he did too, since he started pawing at me all over again.  “We ain’t made you come yet, have we?” he rumbled at me.  We rolled over the surface of the mattress, wrestling with each other’s bulk and pressing our hard-ons together.

     When Jack got home, he found us rutting doggy-style and half-falling off the bed.  I’ve never seen anyone get undressed as fast as he did.  Jack’s so damn cute.  I guess I probably don’t need to say I felt a ton better by then.

---

They didn’t let me go until the next morning, however.  Just to be safe, they said. 

     We discussed the situation all night, when we weren’t distracted by each other’s bodies.  Jack agreed with us, but didn’t see what we could really do.

     “I mean, we’d have to quit our jobs to follow him around all the time,” he pointed out.

     “Yeah,” I added, “we’d look like his bodyguards.”

     “Or his back-up singers,” grinned Jack.

     “Ladies and gentlemen,” bellowed Knot, “please give a round of applause for, Angel Face and the Demiurges!”

     We all cracked up over that, although I don’t know what a demiurge is.

     “Look,” Knot said when we’d calmed down, “all we can do is what he’ll go along with.  How about this:  If Austin contacts any of the three of us, we contact the others.  Personally, I want to see if the same thing happens again when all four get together.”

---

Three days later, it happened.  I didn’t even have to do anything.  Austin texted me, asking if I was free.  I told him to get himself over here as soon as he could.  I shot a text over to Knot, and Austin knocked on the door.  He’d already been outside.  There’s always been a desperate, almost delirious quality to his behavior when he first arrives.  Paranoia, upset by lust.  Followed by crazed abandon once he warms up.  I wondered if it was just me or if he acted this way with everyone he balls.

     Then his mouth was on mine and his arms around me, and our clothes had disappeared somehow and he was rubbing that face of his through my stomach hair, and my cock got so hard I was dizzy. 

     He pushed me backwards onto the bed, then crawled up my body, licking at me.  His hands acted as advance scouts, checking out the territory ahead before his mouth got there.  I shuddered under his touch and lips.  He ended kneeling with his knees on either side of my head, stroking his battering ram of a dick over my face. 

     Then I noticed.  Austin had grown pubes, the same glorious dirty blond as his head, but longer, and there was a layer of almost transparent fuzz on his arms and lower stomach.  My hands came up stroke it, fascinated. 

     “Is it okay?”  The angel was blushing, beet-red, adorable.  “It really turned me on when you let yours grow, I thought I’d see what happened…”

     I opened my mouth, letting my tongue stick out.  Looking relieved, he bounced his heavy, beautiful cockhead off of it, leaving the taste of his precome, then suddenly shoved the whole thing in.  I closed my lips around it as it plunged to the back of my throat.

     “Oh yeah,” I heard him grunt.  Then he was fucking my face again, strong hands holding my head in place as he pumped his hips.  I could feel my cockhead tickling my stomach.  Only seemed to happen when I was with Austin.  I was still dizzy, but it was no longer necessary to keep my balance, so I let the room spin as he worked my gullet.  After a while, he reversed himself on top of me so we could suck each other.  He moaned loudly around my rigid erection, sending vibrations through it that drove me to writhing under him.

     By the time, Jack and Knot arrived, we’d both shot a load apiece, and were working up a second wind.  Jack walked in first, and told us, “Um, I’ll warn ya.  He’s got his ass in the air tonight.  He warmed up on me before we left.”

     I took Jack in my arms.  “You poor thing.  Did the bad man make you fuck his butthole?”

     Jack’s face was nodding into my neck as he responded, mock-accusatory.  “Uh-huh!  It was awful!  I almost lost my hard-on.  He was begging me to wreck his dirty pig ass.  I’ll never be able to take him seriously on top again.”

     I smoothed the dark orange hair on the back of his head.  “I’ll try to make it up to you.”  His hand cradled my erection.

     Knot’s a top about 85% percent of the time.  He’ll only allow a cock up his ass if he gets really worked up, or if he really likes you, in which case he’ll do a lot more than allow it.  The other 15% is worth catching.  Apparently, this was what we were in for tonight.

     Knot didn’t waste any time after getting inside.  Stripping his shirt off and walking his way out of his jeans, he made straight for Austin.  “C’mon, boy,” he cooed in his deep voice, “ol’ Knot needs your big dick up his butt again.”  Nude, his wide hard-on preceded him, wagging defiantly in the air.  He didn’t touch it, just got on his knees in front of a standing Austin, and slowly, lovingly sucked the other man’s tool into his dark, hairy mouth.  Knot’s got a freakishly large mouth, so naturally his blowjobs are legendary.  Hell, I’d been thinking about one earlier, when we’d been in that 69.  Austin looked more impressed than usual.  His face had tiny spasms as his fingers buried themselves in Knot’s thick, auburn hair.  Knot purred contentedly as he sucked.

     I figured they’d be at that for awhile, so I concentrated on Jack, who had already assumed his favorite position on the bed.  On his back, holding his feet, ass hanging over the edge.  I walked over and pushed my dick head against his opening, which all but reached out and grabbed me.  I sank to the root.  “I see you arrived ready for me,” I winked at him. 

     “Fuck me, sir,” he said.  I followed his instructions energetically as he stared up at me with his hungry look in those deep blue eyes.

     As this was going on, I overheard Knot tell Austin, “You can’t hurt me, handsome.  But I want you to try.”  I thought that was pretty funny.

     Shortly after that, Knot began to howl and moan like I’d never heard him before.  I glanced over to see his massive body bent over in front of Austin, who was steadily, brutally driving his dick into him.  The big guy sounded like a wounded animal, but as soon as he said anything intelligible, it was, unfailingly, “More.”  Admittedly, Austin wasn’t taking it easy on him, was working himself up to the sort of frenzy he’d been in the first time me and him had fucked.  He had that crazy, pissed-off look in his eye, and he was playing Knot like a harmonica.

     Maybe a minute or two later, I felt the bed shift as Knot turned himself over onto his back.  He got even louder once Austin slammed his hog back inside and resumed the ass-pounding.

     I was fucking Jack’s red-furred hole during all this, getting lost in it, and when Knot started his caterwauling the second time, Jack’s eyes rolled up into his head and he shot a load right then and there, all over himself.  I mean, I was fucking him, but Knot made him come without touching him.  It was so spooky it sent me over the edge, crashing through my orgasm, bracing myself across Jack’s body, shaking uncontrollably.

     “Oh fuck!” breathed Austin, through his frenzied panting, “I’m gonna come, you big fucker!  I’m gonna shoot in your ass!” and it made an instant kind of sense to me.

     “Yeah!” shouted Knot hoarsely, bearing down on his own fat erection, stroking fast now, “gimme that shit, boy!  Shoot it up me, stud!”

     Austin descended into gibberish and shouts as he succumbed to the chain reaction and unloaded inside the reclining giant.  Knot’s orgasm fountained up and over him seconds later to applause from us and soul-quaking bellows from Knot.

     Although he’d warmed up with Austin, we all made damn sure we had a turn on Knot’s fuckhole.  I know I did.  Honestly, I wanted to see if I could get that noise out of him as well.  I could.  Hell, he doesn’t do this every day, and if you ever have the opportunity to stick your cock up the horny ass of a guy built like a Mack truck, I say grab that ring, boy.  It’s completely worth it!  Jack even boned him one more time before Knot cried Uncle, as Austin and I watched and stroked each other’s dicks and smirked like we’d seen it all before.

     How had this happened?  I was in love with all of them.  Brothers and comrades, complete together, we were like a cell with Austin as our nucleus. 

     Everyone’s clothes were mixed-up in a pile, forgotten, spread out down the hallway, as an angel and his appointed guardians made love with each other. 

     And later decided to stay together, to see how it turned out.

     Happily ever after…  Maybe?

---

“So that’s how it started,” I shrug.

     “If what you’re telling me is true, my husband is screwing half the fucking town behind my back!”

     “Look, sis, try not to be judgmental about this.  Your husband’s been discovering a lot about himself lately, and maybe that’s not going to fit inside a traditional marriage.  The other three of us have been pulled out of our comfort zones by this a little, too.”

     “By what, exactly?” she inquires.

     I take a breath.  “Well, you know, relationships have never been much of a priority with me, but right now, I’m involved in a triad with Knot and Jack, with Austin as our fourth when he decides to show up.  The three of us knew each other before, but none of this would’ve happened without Austin’s being involved.  He opened us up to it somehow.  I doubt even he knows.” 

     “That’s touching,” she says, sounding distinctly unmoved.  “How long do you suppose it will last?”  Susan is nothing if not practical.

     “It lasts as long as it lasts.  How long will a two-person relationship last?  This works for now, that’s all I can say.”  What I decide not to tell her is that I’ve been walking on clouds lately.  It seems unfair to flaunt it in front of the disadvantaged.  “Look, sis, I do feel pretty bad about this.  What was supposed to be a quick fling has turned everything upside down.  I imagine this is gonna complicate your life.”

     “My life was already complicated.  It looks like I need to talk to my husband.”

     “Good idea.  When did you start guessing?”

     “You mean before I found those texts?  It was way before that, at my wedding reception.  I knew there’d be trouble when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.  I’ve seen all this before.  You and your fucking magnetism.  I even tried to warn him.”

     “Yeah, I think maybe you just turned him on.”

     “Little did I know.”  An ironic note has crept into her voice.  I notice her demeanor’s changed.  She’s lightened up considerably.  She’s actually smiling again.  “Tell me,” she asks, “has he done anything really extreme yet?  Like taking two dicks up his butt at once or sitting on Knot’s fist?”

     “Ouch.  No.  No, not yet.  Knot’s fingers, maybe.  I haven’t been taking notes the whole time.  Jack can be pretty distracting.” 

     “How serious are you about this, Mac?”

     “Well,” I say cautiously, “sometimes I feel like we’re all three just chasing each others’ tails, but hell, what’s wrong with that?  It’s chaotic and fun.  Jack’s my jerkoff fantasy, and Knot’s the best friend I ever fell in love with.  Unless your husband gets weird, this is the most stable romantic situation I’ve ever been in.  I think I’ll try to hold onto it for a while.”

     “Rotsa ruck.  I know for sure my marriage isn’t going anywhere I expected it to.  Shit, our first anniversary is coming up in a month…”  She trails off, looking thoughtful. 

     I start to worry, not sure where her mind is taking her.  “Hey, uh, let’s not do anything drastic, now…” I begin.

     She cuts me off, standing up abruptly.  “I think you and I should go shopping, Mac.”

     “Right now?”

     “Yeah, I don’t want to wait on this.  I suspect you know where I can buy of a strap-on dildo.  I’m damned if I’m going to let you three monopolize his cute butt!”

     It looks to me like Austin’s gonna have more than just explaining to do when his wife gets home.  I’m afraid I may have created a monster.

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“JP! Who is this?!” It was Jack’s voice. I opened my eyes to see my brother, Dean, naked and pinned under a wrestler of my roommate Jack. Just moments earlier, I had passed out after choking on Dean’s cock, which he stuffed down my throat in a sexual frenzy. Jack looked like he was ready to wipe the floor with my brother.

Oh, shit!

***

“Jack!” I coughed, my mouth still full of Dean’s cum. His cum was salty and bitter, and I loved it and would have savoured it if my brother wasn’t on the verge on being crushed to death by my roommate. I scrambled to get up.

“He’s my brother, Dean. Dean, uh, meet Jack, my roommate. Jack, please let my brother go.”

“Your… b-brother?” I could literally see a light go on behind Jack’s eyes while he processed the information. “He was choking you! I thought you were gonna die!”

“Err, thanks for your concern, Jack, I know it looked like…”

“Damned right it looked like what it looked like! You were passed out!” Dean tried to get up but Jack was our college’s star wrestler. My brother was not getting up until my roommate said so.

“We got a bit carried away…”

“Jack, I can explain.”

“You’re not well yet! And was your brother fucking your face?”

“Jack, I… err… yeah.”

Jack stopped ranting to catch his breath. Dean took the opportunity to make a run for it, but he didn’t get far before Jack tackled him to the floor again. This time, Dean was on his back, and Jack’s mountainous bare chest — he had partially stripped off his wrestling singlet — was pressing Dean into the floor.

“Boys!” I huffed and tried again. “Jack, meet Dean. Dean, Jack.”

“We… have met,” Dean panted. Jack reached down and tugged on his cock. “Hey!”

“Little Dean wants to play, huh,” Jack was still pinning Dean aggressively, but there was a hint of a grin. Oh, no. Jack was like a puppy when it comes to sex and cum — he doesn’t let go until he’s all drained. He fucks and jerks off a few times a day and our walls probably had more cum on them than paint.

“Fuck you,” Dean tried to wriggle out of the hold, but his words had no real heat. “I’m just hot for my bro.”

“Your bro has a concussion,” Jack stated. “And he nearly died giving you a blowjob. He won’t be able to take any more today.”

“And who’re you to say so?”

“‘Cos I’m his roommate! We..”

“Hey! I’m right here!” I huffed indignantly, but the effect was somewhat dampened by the return of my vertigo and I slumped over on the bed. At once, two muscle-gods were on me, jostling to hold my face and hug me tight.

“Baby bro! Sorry! How do you feel?”

“JP! Do you need a pillow? Have you had breakfast?”

If I hadn’t been sick, the two of them fighting over me would have been turned me on. My stomach growled. “No, yeah, I think I need breakfast.”

“I’ll go get something for you,” Jack offered, pulling his singlet back on.

“Thanks, man,” I gave a weak wave and settled back on my bed as he left.

Dean climbed back onto my bed and laid down beside me, our naked bodies fitting comfortably together. He cuddled me from my right, resting his head on my shoulder and wrapping his powerful thighs around me. I felt warm just feeling his hairy legs brush against mine.

“You’ve gotten damned big, Dean,” I remarked, caressing his beefy arms.

“There’s a lot of physical training,” Dean replied. “It’s been almost half a year. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

I smiled. “If I’d known you swung this way, we’d have had loads more fun back home.”

“Ah, I don’t care for labels right now,” Dean mused. “I’m just having fun when I can get it. We got plenty of pent-up horny jocks in the academy. Nobody really gives a damn who does who.” He leaned down closer to my face. I saw his familiar face with the smooth skin and same eyes, but a few more lines etched around his kissable lips, and freckles from being in the sun. I brought my hand up to his face and felt his day-old scruff. We kissed, gently at first, then Dean pressed more insistently, his plump lips opening and sliding on mine.

I moaned as Dean’s tongue muscled its way into my mouth. He was gentle and tender now, puckering his lips sensually between mine, his wet tongue tasting and licking inside my mouth, over my teeth, and playing with my tongue. I smiled and returned the kiss. My cock started to wake up.

Dean’s mouth left my lips and traveled down my neck, his lips making gentle kisses down my body, his tongue swirling and tickling my skin. I inhaled sharply as Dean licked down my chest and abs, devouring the cum that had dried there, licking patterns into my skin that drove me wild. I moaned louder and arched my back, waiting for him to reach my cock.

“Hey, I said no sex!” Darn it, did Jack have to cockblock me again? His hulking physique appeared at the door with a few boxes of food. Dean groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Dude, you’re worse than our mother!” Dean griped, but he helped Jack lay out the food on the bed.

It was Jack’s turn to roll his eyes. “Come on, let’s get some chow into JP before he faints again.” I smacked his meaty shoulder.

Dean had a shit-eating grin. “Hey, I know what we can do,” he got up from my bed. “We did this with my mates when someone got sick and had to eat in bed. Come on, it’s fun!” He went to Jack and whispered in his ear. Jack looked skeptical at first, then after Dean nudged him a few times, he smiled and his mouth made an ‘O’.

“Hey, that sounds fun,” Jack grinned. He stripped off his singlet, releasing his flaccid tube of meat. Dean laid down on the bed beside me.

“Now, you just have to lay them on me,” Dean instructed. I got up and tried to figure out what was going on. Jack took out the food from the boxes. First came the sandwiches. Jack tried to balance them on Dean’s hard pecs, but they kept toppling over, so Jack took them apart and smeared the peanut butter on Dean’s chest before sticking the bread on top. The lettuce and tomatoes were sprinkled on his shoulders. Next came the scrambled eggs. Jack had taken three portions, so there was more than enough to go coating Dean’s tight abs. Dean squirmed a little as some oil trickled down his sides, tickling him. He giggled.

“Dean, what did you tell Jack to do?” I had a bit of an idea, but I was really seeing a different side of my brother that I had never knew existed before: a fun, devil-may-care sexy man-child who was more than comfortable in his own skin and body. “Didn’t our mom tell us not to play with our food?”

“JP, don’t mention our parents while we’re naked on the bed! And we’re not gonna play with our food,” Dean answered. “YOU are gonna eat it. Off me.”

“Oh…” Realization dawned on me. “So you’re the plate now? I’m eating my breakfast off your body?” Really, this boy would fit right in with our bunch of horny dorm mates.

“Yeah,” Dean grinned. “Come on, try the sandwiches.” He pillowed his head on his hands, and Jack promptly covered his underarms with baked beans. Dean shivered and laughed at the sensation.

“You are nuts,” I said, exasperated, but I was grinning too and I couldn’t help admiring Dean’s naked, hot body covered in food. My stomach growled again. Jack finished by laying strips of bacon on Dean’s thighs and rubbing the grease into his skin sensually. Dean moaned.

“I’ll help myself then,” I announced, and picked up the contents of the sandwiches from Dean’s chest and shoulders.

“Nah-uh,” Dean stopped me. “Use your mouth only.” He smiled cheerfully.

I raised one eyebrow, but bent down over his chest. I licked the peanut butter coating his left pec and nibbled the supple skin there, then kissed his left nipple and nipped it lightly with my teeth. Dean gasped. I licked up all the peanut butter until his nipple was clean, then bit down on his fleshy pecs. After crossing his muscular chest, I chomped down on the sandwich bread on his sternum, and swallowed it. I then chewed my way up to his left shoulder and munched on the lettuce there. Biting down on a slice of tomato, the juice squirted onto Dean’s face. Licking the juice off his cheeks, I dribbled the rest of the juice down his biceps and then licked it back up, traveling the length of his bulging upper arm. Dean closed his eyes and sighed.

“Yeah, baby bro,” Dean whispered. “Lick me all you want. Eat me the whole day.”

“I’m hungry too,” Jack was kneeling on the bed on Dean’s right.

“There are three portions right?” Dean smiled. “Eat your share, big guy.” Jack didn’t wait for another invitation and bent down to Jack’s chest. He wasn’t as careful as I was and made a mess on Dean’s body and the bedsheets. Turning back to my side of Dean’s chest, I made a beeline for his left pit. It was caked with baked beans, the sweet-and-sour smell of the ketchup mixing with Dean’s sweaty musk in a most delectable way. My mouth watered, and I licked up some beans before I mashed my mouth into his pit. Swallowing down the beans, I dove my tongue into the fuzz there and swirled them in my mouth, inhaling his manly scent, an earthy undertone that was all Dean. I bit down hard and Dean moaned and lifted off the bed.

“Easy, tiger,” Jack breathed, his lips still fastened around Dean’s right nipple, tugging roughly on it. Dean was getting off on the biting! I bit harder and was sure Dean would be sporting many hickeys tomorrow. Dean started panting. Jack licked around to Dean’s right armpit and chowed down on the beans, then used his teeth to gnaw around Dean’s pecs. Dean rolled his head in ecstasy.

I moved my face down to Dean’s abs. I knew he was ticklish on his sides, so I steered clear of that area to avoid my breakfast upending in my face. I chewed on the scrambled eggs — the cook had mixed in mushrooms and garlic, and the strong heady aroma complemented Dean’s heated skin perfectly. I moaned as I licked up the cooking oil trickling down Dean’s abs, running into his very prominent V-line, filling up his cum gutters. I licked and gnawed at the toned muscles at the part where his abs met the groin. Dean howled and clenched his fists tightly; the bedsheet bunched in his fists and some of the scrambled eggs flipped onto the bed. I continued biting hard at the spot, reducing Dean to a quivering, writhing mess. Oil dripped into his pubes and drowned his cock, which was getting hard.

I finally let go of his groin and lifted my head. There was a large, purple bruise and I smiled, satisfied that I’d left my mark on my brother in an intimate part of his body, and continued to eat my eggs off his abs. His hard cock was now brushing my cheek.

“That hickey would be hard to explain to your mates back at the academy,” observed Jack.

“I don’t care. Just keep biting me. That all you got?” Dean panted, his eyes still closed, and his grip on the bedsheets relaxed.

“I’m not at the good part yet,” I promised, moving down to his thighs. They were greasy from the bacon, and god, the grilled meat smelled sinfully delicious on him. I chomped down on the warm bacon, at the same time getting my teeth deep into Dean’s thigh muscles. Dean tensed and gripped the sheets again. The grease from the bacon squished out around my mouth and lubricated my lips as I slowly made my way from his knees up to his groin. Biting his quads and leaving red-and -purple teeth marks along the way, I spied Jack licking Dean all over, from his pits down his sides to his thighs. Most of the food was already gone on Jack’s side. Dean’s erection was rock-hard by now, pointing toward his head, nine inches of meat leaking precum.

After cleaning up all the bacon, I nosed into Dean’s perineum and spread his thighs wider. Licking his ballsac gently, I tasted the oil from the scrambled eggs and grease from the bacon, all mixed together with the strong musk around his taint. I sucked Dean’s balls into my mouth, and licked up his precum. It was salty, and bitter, with a bit of peppery aftertaste.

“We’ve finished all the food,” I pouted and sighed. “What do we do now?”

“Hold that thought,” Jack grinned mischievously. “I saved the best for last!”

As I watched, Jack reached into the last breakfast box and pulled out a nine-inch-long huge sausage!

“Gosh, we have salamis and sausages today!” I laughed, flicking Dean’s cock a few times and watched as several strands of precum dribbled out. Dean moaned.

Jack placed the large sausage beside Dean’s cock. “Look! They’re the same size!” Indeed, Dean’s huge cock was almost exactly the same thickness as the sausage. I licked up the salty real sausage, then down Dean’s very hot and hard sausage. I inhaled the aroma of Dean’s cock, now mixed with the mouth-watering smell of the sausage.

“Mmmmm. They feel about the same. But Dean’s sausage tastes better,” I giggled. Dean swatted me on my head.

“Go down on me, baby bro,” Dean started pleading. “You know you want to. Please, bro, please? I’ll have lots of precum and jizz for you.”

“Well, I don’t know which one to eat first,” I said. “What if I accidentally ate you up, bro?”

Dean groaned. “Ah, just eat me, baby bro. Gobble me up!”

I grinned, then opened my mouth wide and bit down… on the real sausage. Dean inhaled sharply, holding his breath, then released it when he realised I hadn’t bitten him. I mimed sucking off and deep-throating the sausage. He laughed.

“Come on, bro!” Dean cried. “Eat me already! I’ve still got loads and loads for you!”

“Ah, so pushy,” I smiled, then shoved both the real sausage and Dean’s cock into my mouth. My jaws ached with the stretch, and I chewed down hard. The sausage ruptured and got cleaved by my teeth. Dean’s cock remained rock-hard in my mouth, and Dean screamed.

“AAAAHHHHH!! Ohmigod!! Oh, uh uh that was intense, bro!” Dean shouted, panting heavily, but he did not push me away nor did he pull his cock out of my mouth. I laved his cock where I had bitten — it was still hard and just a bit red — then I swallowed his cockhead, and grazed the plump head with my teeth. Dean continued his crazed screams of sexual torture, but I knew he was loving it. More precum shot out from his cock into my mouth. I nibbled on his sopping slit.

“OOOHH bro, that’s… ahh, ahh, my cock, ohmygod, ohmygod, fuck fuck fuckity fuck,” Dean was delirious from my rough treatment of his cock. I pulled him off my mouth with a pop, and laved at the puffy head. “Wait, baby bro, don’t stop, don’t stop, more please, more, more more more fucking I need more…” Dean was chanting now.

I smirked and bit down on his cockhead again, then swirled my tongue around and into his slit. Dean resumes his loud litany of curses and tried to fuck my face. But I had other plans.

Taking my mouth off Dean’s cock, I took the half-bitten-off sausage — about seven inches of it — and coated it on Dean’s greasy thighs and ball sac. Next, I grabbed Dean’s knees and turned him over onto his right side, spreading his thighs wider so his perky butt was spread and facing me, while his upper body reclined on Jack.

Holding Dean’s cheeks apart, I dipped my nose and mouth into his hole. A strong musk greeted my nose. I licked his asshole, tasting the oil that had soaked there, and also the sweaty stink of a hot horny boy who hadn’t showered since gym and a run yesterday. My mouth watered as my tongue cleaned up everything enthusiastically, reveling in the smell and taste of unwashed jock. I was rock hard. But I didn’t want to fuck. Yet.

I took the sausage, now slippery with grease, and lined up the round end at Dean’s hole. He tried to turn around to see what was happening. “What are you doing, baby bro? Are you gonna fuck me?” Dean murmured.

“No, Dean, not me,” I was hyperventilating a bit now, giddy with the thrill of the filthy deed I was about to perform on my brother. Specifically, in him. I slipped the head of the sausage inside his hole. The tube went in smoothly and lodged at his sphincter. Dean groaned.

“Oh my god, bro, is that the sausage? The real one? It feels like a cock! UUGH THAT IS SO SICK! Push it in, bro, push it in!! Fuck me with it!” Dean was beside himself with lust now, and he pushed back. As he relaxed his sphincter, the greasy sausage entered smoothly. It disappeared about halfway in before I felt some resistance.

“That is so HOT, JP!” Jack called from the other side, watching us with glazed eyes. His cock was hard and leaking. He grabbed the firm sausage and thrust it into Dean a few times, moving it roughly in and out. Dean’s eyes rolled up and he nearly stopped breathing with the lust overtaking him.

My hand joined Jack’s as we plundered Dean’s hole with the sausage, using it like a dildo. There was some resistance at the end which I assumed to be Dean’s prostate, and his cock leaked precum every time the sausage hit the spot. We used a bit of force to punch the sausage against his nut. Dean was grunting nonstop now, his hands fisting around my bedsheet and ripping it. Oh well, they needed to be thrown away after this anyway. I slipped two fingers into Dean’s hole beside the sausage.

“MY GAWD!!” Dean’s pelvis flew off the bed as he jerked and spasmed. His hole was loose and only clenched weakly around my fingers, which slid in easily. Dean started leaking whitish cum, his eyes completely glazed over, body jerking and arching off the bed.

Suddenly, the end of the sausage that I was still holding on slipped into Dean completely. “Oh, shit!” I cried, trying to grab at the receding meat. “Shit shit fucking shit!” I dug my fingers into Dean’s rectum, eliciting louder groans from my dazed brother, who was so sexed up that he couldn’t tell that the sausage-fucking had stopped, and I was nearly fisting him with four fingers reaching into his hole. My greasy fingers slid in and out of his swollen, loose sphincter, and I groped helplessly inside my brother. “Dean?” My brother was not responding, afloat in his blissed-out sex universe. “Err… Jack?” I looked to Jack for some help. Jack looked at Dean’s hole hungrily. And not in a hungry-hungry way either. Oh, shit! What was happening? Would we have to visit the hospital? How would we explain how the sausage got inside my brother’s hole?

“Move over, JP,” Jack shouldered me away from Dean, his attention fixated on my brother’ ass, which had literally eaten up a whole sausage seconds earlier. Jack climbed over Dean’s back. By now, Dean’s brain was so fried that he could only whimper as he felt the muscular hunk mount him.

“Jack, what… what are you doing?” I panicked.

“What I’ve always wanted to find out,” Jack’s eyes were unfocused. “How many sausages can fit into one ass?” Without any warning, Jack sank his own nine inches into Dean’s hole straight to the hilt.

“OOOOOHHH MAAAANN!!” Dean really screamed this time, but he was powerless to escape the anal torture, trapped under Jack’s powerful body. “OH MMMY GAAAWWD!! THIS IS….” Dean took several deep breaths, his eyes bulging and his entire body popping with veins. I thought he was gonna pass out with the intensity of his reaction.

“This… is… awee-sooome,” Dean finally ground out, dry heaving with two sausages stuffed inside him from the back end. “Ohmygawd, I am… so f-fucking full! B-but… it’s f-fucking great!” He panted and wriggled his ass around Jack’s cock. The oil and grease squished about. He was effectively double-penetrated! I started stroking my erection.

Jack took Dean’s movement to be his signal to start fucking, and he began to pound Dean’s ass. Slap! Slap! The oil churned loudly between Jack’s crotch and my brother’s ass.

“Gawd, I can feel the sausage inside,” Jack breathed. He was biting and chewing on the back of Dean’s thick neck as he pummeled Dean’s hole. “It’s so crowded, there’s no room for the sausage to run… it’s sliding and rubbing up against my cock… it’s like the sausage is fucking him too… ah, ah, there’s no space, everything is… is so TIGHT in there!”

“Yeah, hunk, fuck me,” Dean gasped. “Use my hole! Double-fuck me with your two sausages! M-make me your bitch, my hole is stuffed so full of meat! Fuck me! My nut is yours! Ooh- oh! Oh!”

The three of us scrimmaged around the torn sheets, covered in grease and oil and crumbs of food. My brother was lost in the throes of a sexual high he probably never knew before, and my roommate was fucking him with abandon, animalistic grunts punctuating the dense heat in our room, the air thick with the aroma of grilled cooking and sex and sweat and musk. The scene was so hot and wild that I was edging near orgasm.

“Nnngh! Nnnnnnnnggghh! MMM-nnnnggghh!!” Jack’s laboured breathing signaled his climax as he finally went still, his muscular glutes contracting spasmodically, blasting his cum into my brother. His teeth gnawed a giant red hickey into my brother’s shoulder. Cum started leaking out around Dean’s hole.

“God, I’m gonna cum! Pull out, pull out, it’s too full, too much cum, I-I’m gonna burst, it’s too much, aaaaahhh I can’t take it, oh fuck! Fuck! Fuuuucck…!” Dean shouted as he jerked backwards and threw Jack off his back. Jack’s cock unplugged from Dean’s hole with a loud plop, followed by a heavy gush of cum. “OOOH AAAHHH MMMMMPPPH NNNNNGH” my brother held his breath and heaved, grunting noisily as he came, his cock shooting cum far out onto the floor.

Sploooch! Suddenly the head of the sausage appeared at Dean’s hole. His spasms had pushed it out! He heaved some more and his hole opened and closed, moving the meat in and out. The sausage shot out on the third heave with a loud slurp, together with a noisy splat of oil and grease. More cum squished out of Dean’s chute and exploded all over Jack’s body. Jack’s cock had stopped cumming, but now I was ready.

“Here… I… cum!” My cock spewed thick jizz all over Jack’s body, half of it landing on his back and the rest landing on the wall behind our bed. I thrust my pelvis forward as Jack slinked bonelessly onto the bed; my spewing cock met Dean’s ass and entered his very loose and well-fucked hole. My cum churned around in my brother’s chute as it mixed with Jack’s cum and the grease inside. The slippery sensation as I fucked Dean was indescribable. My crotch slapped on his butt several times before I slowed down and finally stopped, exhausted and all my cum drained.

“My god, that was beyond hot…” Dean drooled idly as I pulled out of his ass, which was now a total mess of cum and grease, and so loose that it gaped open when I bent down to lick it. There was probably still a gallon of cum inside, and I could make out the pink shiny flesh of his abused rectum. I locked my lips around his ass lips and sucked hard, repeatedly. Dean shuddered uncontrollably, but otherwise he could not move. His sphincter had long given up, and cum flowed freely out of his hole with my felching, landing on my tongue with just a hint of musk. Dean had douched before coming over — the horny bastard!

“Hey, missing something,” Jack had somehow found the energy to sit up, and was now rummaging through the breakfast boxes. He came up with a bottle of milk. “We gotta have milk for the growing boy!” Grinning, he poured the milk onto Dean’s ass. I watched in fascination as the milk eddied and pooled on the gaping hole, then with a ‘schlurp!’ got sucked in when Dean clenched and unclenced it. When he relaxed again I could see the milk mixing with the cum inside.

“Come on,” Jack encouraged, his eyes still glazed over with lust, looking at me heatedly. I lapped at the milk in Dean’s hole like a puppy, finding that cum and milk go very well. Feeling emboldened, I latched into Dean’s ass and sucked up the milk with a loud raspberry, swallowing all the cum that was felched up with it. Dean could only moan in wanton ecstasy as I literally ate out his ass.

“That. Is. So. Hot,” Jack gasped. He couldn’t resist plunging two fingers into Dean’s hole and catching some leftover cum and milk, bringing the musky jizz-trails to his mouth and licking his fingers clean. “We have one last thing. The grand finale!”

“Whut…?” I thought we had eaten everything. But Jack brandished the half-chewed sausage with a ‘ta-da!’ and held it in front of my face. “Finish your breakfast, JP!”

I looked at the sausage. It was covered in grease, and the aroma of the cooking oil caught my nose; I was hungry again after all that exertion. Underneath that was the musk of Jack’s cum that was coating the sausage thickly. It had congealed into thick white clumps, and I could smell Dean’s anus on it. I sniffed at the sausage tentatively. My brother had douched, so it did not stink. Moreover, I had already drank milk direct from Dean’s rectum. I licked and slurped on the sausage, then bit down.

The warm cum and salty pepper of the meat went surprisingly well together, and I chomped the whole thing down in  several mouthfuls, enjoying the slippery cum coating the inside of my mouth. Jack chased the last bit of sausage, biting off and swallowing the end, and he kissed me when the piece of meat between our mouths disappeared. His lips were puffy and warm, and as our mouths locked together we passed some salty sausage bits and his cum between our mouths. His tongue came over and groped mine, and we made out for several minutes.

Finally, drained of all energy, I flopped back down on the bed, hugging my brother on my front as I kissed him. Jack spooned me tightly from behind and I felt his cock squash against my butt.

“God, we’re so going to hell for this,” Dean mumbled into my mouth.

“Don’t let food go to waste,” Jack muttered, his teeth making impressions on my neck. I wear his bite marks proudly nowadays, and my swimming team mates had already tired of teasing me about them.

“I still want breakfast in bed,” I grinned and licked Dean’s lips. “For the whole week, Dean.”

“Deal.”

“What about me?”

“You don’t have a concussion.”

“I can fuck you senseless.”

“… okay. Deal.”

Opening the door I adjust my bulge a little, I’m not quite sure what I’m about to walk in on. My head is still spinning, I can only imagine what’s going on in Hunter’s. 

There he is. Sitting on the couch only wearing a ratty pair of boxers, and a beer in his hand. These boxers hide nothing. I can easily see up both legs and have a clear view of his balls and that heavy cock. 

Hunter: “Sup looser? Beer?”

Me: “yeah”

Hunter: “Oh good. Grab me one two while you’re in there”

Me: “well played asshole”

Plowing down on the couch I instantly wished I’d taken these sweaty dirty gym clothes off. The insides are covered in pre-cum from all the boners I’ve had today, and the residue cum from that mind altering blow job. 

Looking over at Hunter, he’s got one hand around the beer and the other in his boxers. He sees me look over at him. 

Hunter: “What’s up looser?”

Me: “What’s going on over there” I gesture to his boxer hidden hand

Hunter simply makes his hard cock tent up his shorts with out actually revealing his member

We make eye contact. The look in Hunter’s eyes isn’t that of someone who’s just horny. The look is deep thirst that can only be satiated by something specific, and I’m pretty sure it’s my mouth

As I stand up and walk past him, Hunter flicks my growing chub through my track pants then pulls the waist band down to reveal my cock and ass. He grabs my shirt to pull me down. Down I go right in between his hairy open thighs. I’m staring at a big top pulsating tent. I run my hands up his legs into the tattered shorts grasping his member and balls. He gasps, knowing his release is near. 

I pull my hands out then grab the fly of his boxers, ripping it open in a strong swift move to reveal a object of my desire. At least 8 inches of hard, thick throbbing meat. I glance up at Hunter. His shit brown eyes a rage with deep longing. 

I delay no longer. No fancy teasing. I spit on his cock and just go for it. I’m giving it all I’ve got. Moving up and down. Smacking it on my tongue. Teasing the head. Every trick I’ve learned. 

Hunter is loosing himself. He’s moaning. Pulling his own hair. Biting his lips. His eyes burst open, grabs my head and starts face fucking me. 

Hunter: “God fucking damnit. Take that cock. Taste the cock of a winner”

Jesus. He’s really into this. Of course my eyes are watering as he assaults my face. I pull off his cock, lick the underside of his mushroom head. Making eye contact the whole time I rip away his shorts further. I raise his legs up by cupping the under side of his knees. I spread his cheeks to see Hunter’s hairless hole. My hunger for this smooth ass is reaching new heights. I remember the first time I saw Hunter wearing not but his lucky jock, bend over while I was sitting at my locker after practice. His hot little hole was less than a foot from my face. Here I am now, a foot away. I spit right on his hole, He gasps. I rub my thumb on this whole. With my other hand I slip two fingers in his mouth. Hunter clamps down with his lips giving my fingers a full tongue job, sucking gently, getting my fingers good and wet. I tease him with my middle finger, I start to slip it in, but it goes in far easier than I imagine. I put the second. Same thing happens. Then I realize Hunter was fully ready for me to power fuck him into this couch. I look up at my slutty best friend, he hands me a little travel jar of coconut oil. I’m beginning to think this boy has been fucked before. 

I stand up to disrobe, the moment my steel hard cock pops out Hunter is on it like a mad man. Balls deep, slobbering and licking. A very wet bj. He turns round on the couch with his hungry ass facing me. I position my cock against this hole, I let a drop of spit fall right where my cock meets hole, and then I push in. No resistance. Balls deep. Hunter tightens his muscles as I pull out. When I push in the tightness I expected has returned and I’m lost in the erotic nature of fucking my best friend’s very willing ass. 

I see my uncut raw cock slip in and out of Hunter. I hear the slapping of our sweaty bodies. Hunter moans deeply begging for more. “Harder” he cries. 

I pull out. Hunter looks back in disappointment. 

Me: “on your back”

Hunter complies instantly, he even holds back his legs. I waste no time. I’m right back into it, fucking with renewed energy. This is what I want. I want to see Hunter, his legs, cock flopping about. The delight on his face as I pin his hands away from his cock. That gorgeous cock, drooling. Begging to be touched. I grab it, like the horn on a saddle. I spit on to it. Stroking up and down slowly. 

Hunter begs for me to cum inside him. He’s tightening down on me even more. Still he begs. I can feel the hot burning desire to dump my load deep in him. My thrusting are becoming erratic. Hunter is fisting his cock, legs stretched wide. Seeing him so near climax pushes me over. 

Me: “Take that load”Hearing the words Hunter explodes, cum releasing from him landing from belly button to his neck. I keep thrusting as I continue to cum. 

I stop at the hilt. Looking at my freshly fucked, cum covered best friend, who still has my cock and cum inside him.

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