The Last Time

December 28th 1984.

Stu, Chris and Andy and I had not all been together in some time. Stu was living in New England, and Andy was in school at NYU; Chris and I were in our junior year in college, and we still lived together, but like I said, the four of us had not been together in awhile.

With the four of us back in our home town for the holiday season, we all managed to connect and arrangements and reservations were made at a flea-bag motel just off the interstate.

It was snowing heavily that night and when I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a car parked by the room we had reserved.

I let myself into room 1958 and there was Stu, who I had not seen in almost three years, lying on the bed wearing a pair of jeans and a sweater, watching television He dropped the remote control when he saw me walk in . I stood stock still, my eyes drinking in my former lover. He still looked beautiful. As beautiful as he had when we met back in high school, as beautiful as he had those many moons ago when we lived together... there was a lot to be said, but not now. He got out of bed and helped me out of my coat and shirt. I took his sweater off of him and threw it to the floor and then we kissed; and for a few seconds, I remembered why I'd loved him so much...

Just then, the door opened again and a familiar voice proclaimed, "Damn, couldn't you guys wait a few minutes?"

It was Andy, and he looked great and I said to him, "Get naked, punk, it's party time!"

Throwing his clothes in a pile on the floor he joined us and the three of us kissed each other, our tongues meeting in a very familiar way, our hands traversing each others bodies, our souls content that we were back where we belonged. It did not take long for our cocks to rise to the occasion and for our libidos to kick in. I wondered where Chris was, but for the time being, this was just fine.

I took Stu's cock in my hand and gently stroked it while Andy stood behind him kissing him. Then Andy took Stu's arms and held them behind his back and I began, in earnest to start working on Stu's tits; reveling in his moans and groans, and then I gave his balls a playful tug. Then I moved behind him and took Andy in my arms and gave him long hard kiss -- meanwhile Stu got on his knees in front of us and began sucking on our dicks. At one point he managed to get both of them in his mouth.

Chris walked in on this exchange and the blast of cold air that entered the small motel room cooled the three of us down enough that we managed to greet our fourth brother. He had brought some wine which we all had a glass of and the next thing I knew we were sitting on the sofa, our cock's erect helped along with the warmth of the wine as well as the warmth of camaraderie... we did not say a word, we just all stroked and then Chris got down on his knees in front of me and began sucking my cock, while he did this, Stu leaned over to kiss me...then Chris moved on to Stu and began slurping at his cock; with his free hands, Chris jerked Andy and I off at the same time ... finally he went down on Andy and I leaned across Stu and pinched at Andy's rock-hard nipples...Chris pulled me away and set me down on the floor while he arranged him self on the sofa and then I took communion from my brothers, tasting each of them and savoring their musk...when I was through, Andy took his turn followed by Stu...

By now all four of us had our motors running; I got down and started sucking off Andy again while Chris was dry humping Stu. Deep growls and wistful sighs mixed with the sounds of enthusiastic cock sucking... then we switched off again, Andy was sucking off Chris and Stu was licking at my shaft; when Andy went down on me, Chris stood over us, his cock dripping honey while he massaged his rod ... Stu reached around and began fingering my ass. He licked his fingers and lightly touched at my hole; between that and the blow job I was getting I could safely say I was in heaven... Chris continued stroking and leaned over the sofa and put his cock in my mouth...he fucked my face while Andy continued giving head...somewhere, my mind traveled back to that day in 1976, the gym, our first four way, our first bonding...now Chris pulled out of my mouth and was fucking Stu's face, I looked over and watched as he took my lover's cock...Then Andy stopped and looked up, he smiled his All American smile at me and lunged forward and began kissing me, the taste of my cock mixed with his saliva was like a fine mead.

Now the four of us were in sync, our bodies like one, kisses all around, and the gentleness was being replaced by a more urgent energy as we all got more aroused. Chris shifted and put Andy over his knee and began paddling his sweet little butt; while this was going on, Stu kneeled down shoved his dick into Andy's mouth...when Andy's ass was tanned to his satisfaction, Chris leaned in and spit on to his hole and said, "All lubed up, whose first?"

I pushed him down on the floor in front of the sofa and began fucking my little buddy...meanwhile Chris and Stu knelt over his face, waving their cocks over him; I watched as drips of clear liquid fell on to his face, I watched as his face tensed up from the pain as I started power fucking him, Chris slapped my pec and said, "Make him feel it, bro"...Stu reached behind me and soon I felt his cock entering me; the pain was exquisite and I cursed him out while I continued banging Andy...Then Chris adjusted himself over me and put his cock in my mouth and I sucked him off while I fucked and got fucked...

Then I was pulled off Andy and laid down and felt Chris pulling my legs back while he said to Andy, "Come on dude, show him how tough you can be" and with in a matter of seconds, Andy was pummeling me while Stu and Chris egged him on. I looked up and watched his boyish face, set in a determined grimace while he did his best and watched as Chris then pushed Stu flat on the floor, on his belly and began fucking him.

Time passed and we switched off again and again until finally I found myself getting fucked by Chris while Andy held my arms flat. It was turning me on to no end and when Stu stood over me and shot his cum all over my back, I felt myself climax. Chris let out a howl and did the same only he came inside of me and then Andy, surprised everyone, when he grabbed Chris by his curly hair and shoved his cock into his mouth yelling, "Swallow it, bitch!"

The four of us, now exhausted, fell to the floor, Chris took me in his arms, Andy lay his head on my chest, and Stu lay his sweaty head across my thigh and we stay there for almost an hour, our breathing growing less intense.

The curtains to the hotel room were slightly parted and I could see the snow piling up outside; and yet, I never wanted to leave this room...

...you'd have thought that after all of this bumping and grinding that that was that. Of course, when I went to take a shower and Stu joined me and I fucked him under the spray of warm water I was proved wrong.

Later on the four of us climbed into the big bed in the hotel room and it took less than an hour for round two to begin...

When we had all finally stopped and one, by one, dropped off to sleep I had no idea that this chapter in my life was finally ending. This was the last time the four of us would ever be together in the same room, let alone the same bed; and in retrospect that fills me with much sadness...

Clash of the Titans

That summer of 1983, Chris and I spent the month of July in the mountains of Western Pennsylvania at a private camp ground. The way I remember it, this place was as close to Nirvana as I'd ever come. There were all kinds of men here, spread over a hilly forty some acres of mostly unspoiled land. There was a group of guys who called themselves Radical Faeries; and these dudes were a crazy bunch of pagan /hippies that made their own soap and held late night orgies around bonfires. There were also a lot of bears; hairy, husky dudes, as well as run-of-the-mill guys. What you didn't see a lot of up here in the mountains were the city guys, the fashion conscious types; and frankly, that was fine with me...

Chris and I were sharing a cabin on a lake, our closest neighbor was this chrome-dome stud named Rod who, word had it, was a semi-professional body builder as well as an all around hell raiser. Be that as it may, his cabin was almost a mile from us so we did not see much of him.

Until...

This one afternoon, Chris and I took a swim in the lake. When we climbed out of the water, we lay on the grass, and let the hot summer sun and gentle wind dry us off. We stayed in the sun for about a half an hour talking about everything and nothing and then Chris said, "Hey I know there is a lot of temptation on this campsite, and it's cool if you want to experiment, but remember, no body fucks that ass of yours but me, got it?" I leaned over and kissed my lover and assured him that I was not going to go all trollop on him. He reached out and took me in his beefy arms and said, "I think I better fuck you right now, just so you don't get tempted..." and with that, he lifted me up to my feet and guided me over to a tree, "Put your arms up," he commanded pointing to a branch and I did as I was told while he began man-handling me, slapping my butt, biting my neck, and then he reached under and beneath my legs and grabbed my cock which was as hard as his and squeezed it until a drop of pre-cum formed at the piss-slit. I closed my eyes enjoying all of this power play, giving my self over to this guy; sometime you want to use, and some times you want to be the one being used.

When he put his arms around me, crushing my mid-section, I knew he was primed and ready to begin doing me. I felt his familiar cock rubbing up against me and was preparing for the love assault when a voice boomed out,

"YO! NEED A THIRD!?"

I glanced over and saw, what looked like some kind of muscular mountain god coming through the bush. The mid-day sun shone on his tanned body and reflected off his bald head. It was Rod from a mile away. He was wearing a pair of very torn 501's, hiking boots and a somewhat frightening grin; and he looked hotter than fucking hell.

He strode right up to me and grabbed my cock and gave it a tug and just then Chris stepped forward and pushed him away, "Hey motherfucker, what do you think your doing?" Rod kept that sly smile on his face as he sized up Chris and said, "Come on man, don't you want to share your bitch?" and the next thing I knew, Chris went all alpha-male and let go with a series of punches, wailing on the muscle bound stranger.

The two of them fell to the ground and Chris straddled his chest and began choking him, "Who the fuck do you think you are, man?" He growled at Rod.

I moved out of the way and watched and when Chris let up, Rod said, "Wow you are one tough fucker, ain't you...listen", he choked a few times, "No harm meant, but maybe we could wrestle over your bitch? Huh, loser gets the spoils?" He laughed and Chris hit him with a left hook...

...Rod's smile changed now and he pushed up, knocking Chris of him and his voice boomed, "What, you ain't man enough for this?"

Silence except for the sound of the two titans gasping for air.

Chris stood up and said, "Ok fucker, you want to go at it?"

Rod got up and slowly took his pants off revealing a marvelous ass that looked to be sculpted from fine marble and a dick that was about the size of an anaconda...and now the two muscular men faced each other, their bodies tensed, their cocks both semi erect and bobbing in front of them like electrical cables. "Just remember, " Rod said menacingly, "If I win, your boy is mine."

They charged each other after that and at first, Rod was clearly at the top of the game. No matter what Chris did, Rod managed to overpower him and at one point he had him pinned down to the ground, spitting in his face. I watched as my boyfriend struggled under the hairless demon and, yup, I was as hard as a rock.
Just when I thought Chris was going to be bested in this test of strength, he let out a howl that seemed to come from the deepest recess of his belly and he threw Rod from him and reversed the situation...now my curly haired Adonis was in the dominant position and he was punishing Rod with a choke hold; I stood transfixed as both men's bodies glistened with sweat in the mid-summer sun, like two magnificent titans they continued and from time to time I could see that both of them were aroused; their massive cocks jutted forth now and again like spears...I could hear the both of them grunting and groaning like wild animals...once more Chris got Rod down on his back straddled him and laid into him repeatedly with a series of savage blows to his pecs which sounded like the beating of a drum to me...finally, with Chris on top, Rod screamed out at the top of his lungs and Christ taunted him and yelled back, "What's that fucker? I can't hear you!" and Rod said what Chris wanted to hear:

"I submit!!!"

Chris got up and stood over his foe now; dripping in sweat and put his foot on Rod's chest and flexed his impressive arms in a victory pose, his cock standing straight up, and then he kicked Rod in the side which was met with a groan from his opponent and he locked eyes with me and said, "Get the fuck over here!"

I did not have to be told anything, I wanted to worship my hero and I did. I began by licking the sweat off his chest, slowly at first and then more aggressively. When he put his arms up, I went for his pits and licked the perspiration from them, the salty sweet taste of my man was overwhelming and like some of kind of strange narcotic it worked it's magic on me and I wanted more and so I ended up tonguing him from stem to stern while he stood like a proud warrior on the field of battle.

And then I got down on my knees and took his member in my mouth and sucked it, I let my hands come up and cup his balls and reveled in his groans of pleasure and secretly enjoyed giving the bastard on the ground a show. At one point I heard Chris proclaim to Rod, "See what your missing, fucker!"

Chris pulled me up by my hair and bent me over so that I was directly over Rod now and he shoved his cock deep inside of me making me howl in pain and I saw juice dripping from my dick onto Rod's bruised chest. I threw my head back feeling that hot sun bake my face while he savaged me the way I liked it; desperate and animal-like and then I felt his grip tighten around me and felt that final shove that heralded his orgasm and he shot his load in me and crashed into me, both of us shaking like an earth quake rumbled beneath our feet...

After he came, Chris yanked Rod up and shoved his face on to my cock and the muscle man, opened wide and sucked me off while Chris said to him, "You suck his cock, fucker, take good care of him or I'll kick your sorry ass again!"

And Rod blew me like his life depended on it, and put my hand on his bald head and held him firm while I fucked his face while Chris played with my nipples ... and that hot sun beat down on the three of us and then I shot my load in the muscle god's mouth and I made him stay on my cock while I continued coming and Chris said, "Swallow it, punk!" and then I turned my head and kissed my lover, my friend, my hero ... and when I turned I saw poor Rod scooping up his jeans beating a hasty retreat back to where he came from and I laughed, and Chris took me in his arms and kissed me again... we went back to the lake and swam again, washing off the afternoon's sins in the beautiful warm water of that glistening liquid oasis...

Twenty-Eight at Ring Side

When your boyfriend of less than a year knows your sexual fetishes well enough to cook up a birthday surprise that includes a private viewing of a three-way-fantasy wrestling match - well, if that ain't love, I don't know what is...

It went something like this: A few days before my 28th birthday I flew out to Colorado to spend a week with Rick. As was our usual thing, we wasted no time hitting the sheets fucking and sucking like mad dogs in heat. My little red-head was proving to be a most imaginative and energetic lover; and as always, I was pleasantly surprised when he seemed to know all of the things that pushed my carnal buttons. He was the lover I'd always dreamed of, and I hoped I was the same to him.

On the third night out west, on my actual birth date; Rick told me that he had a big surprise for me this evening. I asked him what he had planned but he kept quiet and so I figured I'd just play along , besides, he'd never let me down these past eleven months since we met, so I was bound to enjoy whatever devious plot my little pervert had planned.

We went out to dinner at a nice restaurant, but I noticed that Rick kept checking his watch, "Dear god, I hope a stripper isn't supposed to show up", I said half seriously; his face fell when he replied, "Damn, you are ruining the surprise". I sat quiet for a moment and then saw he was trying to stifle a laugh. I kicked him lightly under the table and then waited for our meals to arrive.

After dinner we hoped into Rick's car and drove, away from town, towards the countryside. It was a spectacular July night, the sky so clear that the stars seemed to be crackling. I rolled the window down and let the warm night air wash over me. After about a half an hour or so, we pulled down a small road just on the outskirts of Dimsdale and parked the car behind an abandoned warehouse that sat hidden back in the woods.

As we exited the car, Rick went around the back to the trunk and got a gym bag out that he slung over his shoulder, "This is it", he said pointing to the building. "My uncle owns this place, he never sold it and for some reason, it's in my name."

"So this is my birthday surprise, your dowry?" I asked chuckling.

"No!" he said rolling his eyes, your surprise is what's in side...just like a Butterfinger".

I followed him in after he unlocked the back door. We made our way through a small conference room into a large main area that was about ten degrees cooler than it was outside. Our footsteps echoed and when Rick found the light switch I saw that a make-shift wrestling ring had been erected in the center of the room; actually, it looked pretty authentic. Just off to the side was one of those big old chase-lounge chairs with a small wooden crate next to it. Rick pointed to the chair and said, "Make yourself comfortable, it's the seat of honor."

I meandered over to my seat and saw that on the crate were a few joints, some lube, a package of Trojans and a couple bottles of water. I lay back and lit a joint, took a few tokes and closed my eyes ... last night I'd met Rick's roommate, Jon, what a hottie that one was, jet black hair, cute little ass, a real lanky dude ... I wondered if he was gay ... I'd also met this other guy, Gus, another cutie, but kind of quiet... just then my train of thought was derailed by some cheesy music playing so loud that it was distorted; it was some kind of pre-recorded stuff, a familiar voice boomed over the tinny music, "Welcome to the Dimsdale Wrestletorium for tonight's featured match - a no holds bared, loser gets fucked, double team event", I had to laugh over the earnest yet tacky presentation but the voice continued, "Would you welcome please the tag-team champs, Ricky the Crippler and his partner Jon the Mangler, they are, The Dream Team..." the voice trailed off and just then on either side of the ring, I saw two figures bounding out from the shadows.

Rick was first, in the tightest pair of Speedos I'd ever seen, wearing a white ring-jacket with "USA" emblazoned on it, he sped through to the ring, and with the grace of Jimmy Snuka, did a back flip, landed on his feet and raised his arms. I cheered and whistled and just then Jon, who'd I met the night before, in an equally snug pair of tights came charging down the aisle, his black hair flapping behind him. Rick parted the first and second ropes to offer entrance for his partner and he climbed in and he also raised his arms while I applauded wildly.

The boys began stretching in the ring, Rick put his left leg up on a turnbuckle that afforded me a breathtaking view of his upper thigh ; meanwhile Jon, his back to me, did a couple of squats which showed how muscular his ass was as his bubble butt strained against the fabric of his tights ... if all this wasn't enough, they then ripped their jackets off and the both of them began flexing like a couple of mini Schwarzenegger's . No, these two were far from muscle men, but they had sinewy tightly sculpted bodies, and they were giving me a show that was making my cock ache... and then they faced me and maybe it was just a trick of the light, but both of them were already sporting semi-hardons...I think I might have been drooling at this point.

Strutting about the ring now like a couple of little thugs, I wondered what was next. As if on cue, Rick did a quick cartwheel in the center of the ring and said out loud, "For your approval, meet the Dream Team's opponent for the night".

Another light came on (how did they do that? I wondered) and the back end of the ring was illuminated and I saw someone tied to the back turnbuckle struggling against the rope that held him ... it was Gus, the other guy I'd met last night. He was dressed in very tight white briefs that were almost see-through.

Jon untied him and Gus feel to the mat floor and somewhere, a bell clanged and Jon tagged Rick; Jon climbed to the lip of the ring and stood, his sweet ass facing me. Meanwhile Rick bobbed around the ring around taunting Gus, "Come on punk, come on, show me what you got, come on..." Rick reached down and grabbed a handful of the kid's hair and immediately got him into a side headlock. He dragged him center ring and with his free hand pointed at me, a wicked smile on his face and then pummeled Gus in rapid fire with a succession of right hooks. Letting go, Gus fell face down in the ring; Rick scrambled over him and brought his boot down on the kid's mid-section causing him to scream out in pain ... this was turning me on to no end, so I lay back on the chair and freed my member and slowly began stroking...

Rick was now on top of Gus and he reached down into his opponent's tights, from the back, and gave his balls a good squeeze, once again making Gus scream out in pain. Then he got up on his feet and yanked Gus up, holding both of his arms behind his back and pushed him over to the corner of the ring where Jon was waiting.

Holding the kid prone, Jon laid into him with a couple of gut punches. He paused for a minute and then grabbed his nipples giving them such a twist that Gus's legs collapsed under him. Rick let go of him then, and tagged in Jon who hopped sideways over the rope and began doling out his own brand of punishment to the punk in white. Pile-drivers, leg splits, and full nelsons were dealt out at an amazing rate, Jon was one tough customer ... I almost shot my load watching him beat Gus.

When Jon had Gus in a figure four leg lock, Rick leaned over the rope, his tights riding up revealing his left ass cheek, and tagged Jon. Now both of them were in the ring working over Gus, it was so fucking hot...the kid had no chance in hell against these two. At one point, they lay him down while Jon did a claw on Gus's crotch and Rick dry humped the kid's face. Whatever fight Gus might have had was gone, he was being used.

Now Rick and Jon stood up and faced me, as if on cue they yanked their trunks down revealing two raging boners, and then they covered up again, though I could see Rick's cock head still peeking out of the top of his Speedos and again I thought I was going to cum...

The boys lifted Gus to the edge of the ring and threw him out on to the floor and then jumped out of the ring and grabbed him, each took an arm and they dragged him towards me.

"Suck," Rick commanded, pushing Gus onto my engorged cock, and Gus sucked, man-oh-man, did he suck, like his fucking life depended on it. And then they pulled him off me and threw him back into the ring.

I was so fucking turned on now, and for the umpteenth time that night I almost climaxed watching Rick and Jon tie Gus to the turnbuckle while the used him as a human punching bag...the kid begged, pleaded for mercy, but the Dream Team just kept abusing him.

Finally, Jon and Rick, covered in sweat, stopped and undid Gus . This time they took him to the edge of the ring and tied him to the turnbuckle, his ass facing them. And then they waved me over...

..."OK baby," Rick said, "you want some of this punk?"

I jumped from my chair and tore off my jeans and shirt and climbed into the ring in just my briefs. I took Rick in my arms and gave him a big sloppy kiss while Jon felt up my crotch, freeing my cock from my underwear, milking it, my cum dripping like liquid honey all over his hands. I kept kissing my lover while Jon sheathed my member with a condom and slathered it up in lube ... I turned towards him and kissed him also ... meanwhile Rick was behind me, his hands around my chest finding my erect nipples pinching them...my cock was rail stiff and I saw that Gus's ass was unclothed and I rammed deep inside of him while Rick and Jon's hands played all over my body sending me into untold places of pleasure...Gus was screaming out loud, and I fucked him harder... Jon was eating out my ass, his tongue stabbing at my hole ... Rick was biting at my ear, talking dirty, calling me his ' Daddy' ... Jon climbed in front of Gus and stuck his cock in the punk's mouth ... Rick climbed outside the ropes and started fucking Jon... I don't know which of us came first, I just know that when I came I rammed Gus so hard that again his knees buckled and Jon's rod slipped out of his mouth so that when the dark haired stud came he shot all over Gus's back ... meanwhile I watched my lover's face while he climaxed, his cock up Jon's ass ... Gus fell to the mat and I took both of the Dream Team into my arms and we shared kisses, the three of us and then we shook the cum dripping from our cocks on to the body of the fallen punk on the wrestling mat below us...

___

An hour later I was thanking and saying my goodbyes to Jon and Gus as they dressed and headed out into the night. Back in the warehouse I found Rick gathering up some things and stuffing them into his gym bag. He was back in his tights and ring jacket. I was just in a t-shirt and briefs. I walked up to Rick, and took the bag from his hands and put it down and then wrapped my arms around him, "You're crushing me," he said closing his eyes, "I love it..."

I was going to ask him how he coordinated tonight, where did the music come from, who ran the lights, did he have to pay Gus... but that could wait, I had other things on my mind.

We walked back over to the lounge chair, and stretched out on it and removed my underwear. Rick smiled and took his Speedos off, he was about to take the ring jacket off when I said, "Babe, keep that on, I kind of like it".

And then he straddled me, lowering himself down on my cock, his curse words reverberating through the empty warehouse that beautiful July night...