By The Fire

Rick sprawled out on the floor, making himself comfortable by resting his head on a bank of over-sized pillows. He wore nothing but a pair of white briefs, the same as I was wearing ... we'd just come out of the shower into the living room of my apartment.

It was the Saturday after Thanksgiving 1986, the night after the party we'd attended.

I'd built and stoked a rather inviting fire in the hearth in my living room that was now popping and crackling and sending orange light into the otherwise dark room.

"It's supposed to snow later", I said, lowering myself to the pillows while balancing a bottle of wine and two glasses.

He looked at me, his eyes reflecting the fire so that they resembled green emeralds with splashes of red hot orange in them. He then took a glass and sipped some of the wine and said, "I still can't get over your story about California..."

I paused and said, "Look if your worried about me having a disease or something..."

"Of course I'm not," he said rolling his eyes, "We've both been tested, anything you might have picked up during your halcyon days would have shown up by now, no, it's just that I can't believe you hustled." He paused again and grinned, "Actually, it's kind of hot."

We both chuckled and sipped some more wine.

"Have you ever heard from Aaron?"

"Once", I said, "About a year after I'd left, he called me."

"Why didn't you go back?"

"Love ... dumb fucking love", I said grimly.

"Ah, Chris. The one that got away", he said his eyebrow arching.

"You turkey, " I said, jabbing him playfully in the ribs, "That was the best thing that ever happened to me. Hell, if he hadn't jumped the fence and got married, I'd have never met you."

"You're right, I should send him a thank you card", he said smiling goofily at me.

With that he lifted himself up, repositioning his body so that he would be laying flat, I watched his beautiful ass strain against the white cotton BVD's. My cock grew stiff at the sight.

"Is this all really happening?" he said quietly as he gazed into the fire, "I mean, I never imagined I'd meet someone like you..."

I smiled and said softly, "That goes double for me; you, my friend, are the best damn thing that ever happened to me."

I reached over and tousled his reddish brown hair, which had now grown a bit longer and seemed untamable. Rick sighed and said, "You know that Jon and I still fool around, I mean you are OK with that?"

Jon was Rick's roommate in Boulder, and I figured that they must have at least hit the sheets, "I'd say you were wasting a hot piece of ass if you weren't."

"He wants to do a three way with us", he said nonchalantly.

"Duly noted", I said.

He laughed and then said, "So are you going to fuck me, or are we just going to waste this romantic setting?"

Rick rolled back over and we reached for each other, my hands went to his nipples, he reached down into my underwear and began stroking my cock. We kissed while our hands did other chores and soon we were embracing and rolling around the floor... for some reason, his kisses were urgent, his embrace tighter than normal, at one point he bit my lip and said, "Sorry, just really enthusiastic..." I held him tighter and he sighed and closed his eyes and we continued rolling about the floor until finally, with him on his back, I straddled his chest.

His eyes locked on the front of my underwear which revealed my cock at full mast , he licked his lips and sighed wistfully and said, "Can't get enough of that fucking cock." I smiled at him and brought my fingers down to his nipples and began to flick at them while he moaned in pleasure, "Pinch 'em harder, daddy", he said, his voice deep and dream-like. With that I yanked his tits until he arched his back and cried out ... then I bent over and kissed him once on his mouth, tasting the wine he'd drunk earlier.

Now I was laying on top of him, our crotches, still encased, dry humping each other ... I started kissing his chest, working down to his flat belly, to the elastic band of his briefs, and then I opened my mouth and lightly bit at his cock through the white cotton. I could taste the faint flavor of his pre-cum, and for a second I flashed back on that sunny afternoon some five months earlier when I met Rick...my sweet hitchhiker...on that empty highway in Colorado...

"Get on all fours", I said to him.

He obliged and I tore his briefs off and with his ass exposed, gave him a good hard slap across the cheeks that left a red hand print.

"Ah, tough guy", he said slowly gyrating his hips so that his butt moved in a hypnotizing manner, "Gimme' some more".

I had other plans; and as I greased up my right hand I told him to hold still, it was play time. Then I slowly wormed a few fingers into his very tight ass and he let out a long deep moan. I went in a bit deeper until I heard him gasp. I could feel him shaking while I stretched his hole, and I could see his cock plainly dripping juice onto the towels and sheets that were spread on the floor by the fireplace.

He kept saying my name, over and over as I drove my three fingers in further ... now he was shivering and pleading for me to fuck him.

I withdrew my fingers and then did the same with my underwear, tossing them to the floor. Then I stood over him and pulled him up by his hair and told him to suck my cock...

"Come on, babe, get it wet, nice and wet, cause I'm using your spit as lube tonight".

He looked at me with a mix of lust and, maybe, a touch of fear.

Needless to say that turned me on to no end as I pulled him forward and he took my cock into his hot mouth.

Rick attacked my cock and sucked like a madman, steadying himself by holding on tight to my ass so that he could get down to the very root, and I closed my eyes and savored his expert blow job. I held the back of his head close to me and then began pumping his face, slamming myself into his mouth, reveling in the sounds of his gags. Every once in a while, I'd say, "You can take it, suck it like a good boy, keep it wet". And finally, I said what he wanted to hear, I said, " Rick, I love you."

I meant it.

When he heard this, his sucking grew even more intense and I almost shot my load into his mouth.

I pulled out and watched as my cock shone in the dull orange fire light, wet with Rick's saliva and my own pre-cum leaking from the head.

I pulled him up and then bent him over, he rested his arms on to an easy chair and slowly I brought my cock up and into his tight ass. He tensed up like he always did when I fucked him, and then relaxed while I continued easing into him. But then he let out a war cry and shoved himself back, and my cock was in him now to the base and he screamed out loud, "JESUS CHRIST, THAT COCK!!"


I threw my head back and laughed and said, "Too late for salvation now, pal" and began pumping away marveling over how tight he was, how his asshole seemed to squeeze my member a thousand different ways. I gave his ass another slap and he cried out, "AGAIN!"

I gave his ass cheeks a beating as I fucked him, and every time I smacked his butt he screamed out for more. Like a wild child he begged for pain and I dished it out while I fucked his sweet tight rump.

"Pull my hair", he pleaded.

So I yanked his head up by his unkempt red locks and held it, yanking his head back while I shoved into him, my body now dripping with pre coital sweat ... and then I let go and used one free hand to find his cock which I jerked as hard as I was fucking, and with my other I went to town on his right tit, pinching it as hard as I could and Rick threw his head back and moaned my name out loud. I could feel his jizz dripping all over my fist, it was soaked with his seed now and I lowered my mouth into the corner of his neck and bit him and he screamed a hoarse cry of release as he shot a wad of cum straight out and across the room. All the while his body shook uncontrollably and I kept my cock inside his ass.

After he came, I pushed him down back to the floor and re-mounted him, this time I lay flat on his back fucking him furiously, feeling my body about to be overcome by a tsunami of pleasure as I was about to cum. And when I did, I lifted my head and growled in ecstasy and I stared straight into the fireplace and as the wood burned and sparked I gave myself over to the uncountable release that was seizing my body until I fell down onto Rick's back and closed my eyes ... I did not realize at the time, but I was saying his name over and over...

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He fell asleep in arms . I tried to wake him up so that we could go the bedroom but he yawned, "No, I like it here in front of the fire..." and then he drifted off.

I went to the bedroom to get a blanket as the night was growing considerably cooler. Stopping to look out the window, I saw the snow had indeed come and the world outside was sugar coated.

I put another log on the fire and then gently covered Rick with the blanket.
As the fire grew, I looked down at him, at this guy who'd come into my life some five months earlier, he looked so innocent, so beautiful. I could feel my heart, my over romantic heart, yearn for him, even when he was at my side.

I closed my eyes and sighed and then poured myself a glass of wine.

The logs in the fire place snapped and Rick stirred in his sleep for a moment and then turned on his side.
I sipped my wine and gave a silent prayer of thanks to whatever cosmic force had granted me this moment.
Outside, the snow piled up.


Rasslin'


Black Friday, 1978.

About ten o clock at night.

Chris had a key to the gym he belonged to and put out the word that he wanted us all together for an old fashioned tag team event.

After a long family dinner the night before, and all of the subsequent dysfunction that comes with, I was ready to blow off some steam. When I showed up at Henderson's Health Club and parked my car in the lot out back, I saw that Chris was already here.

I walked in and found him in the dimly lit locker area. He was already in his trunks and was lacing up his boots. His head was down, and his long curly hair hid his face from me as he spoke, "Hey, I got something for you", and then he motioned with his head to the box sitting on the opposite row of benches. I put down my duffel bag and made my way over to the plain cardboard box. When I opened it I found a black pair of trunks, two leather wrist bands and a pair of serious wrestling boots; just like he had.

"Tag team matching outfits" he said with out a hint of irony. Then he looked up at me and smiled and said, "Put them on, man, I want to see how it looks on ya!"

I suited up and presented my self to him and he grabbed my crotch as he stay seated on the bench, "Cool" he said smiling. "You look so fucking hot, " When he stood up, I realized that we were dressed exactly alike.

"All that's missing is the leather jacket" I said chuckling.

And with that we made our way into the gym proper.

Only a few lights were on in the gym itself, in fact the only place that was lit was the boxing ring at the far right. I watched as Chris bolted for the ring and jumped in. He threw air punches and then stretched until he said, "Come on, let's spar before they get here"

He threw two hard punches at my chest and I met them with a left hook to his gut causing him to pause and say, "Man, you are learning!"

"Yeah, my teacher is one bad mother fucker" I replied.

"And don't you forget it", he said, again reaching for my crotch. By then we were both sporting major hardons.

And that was when Andy strolled in. He'd been in the locker room already and wore nothing but a pair of snug tights and he called out, "Hey bruisers!".

I guess Chris and I were feeling particularly sympatico that night, because a dual feeling of sadism crossed our minds when our little buddy with the tight ass entered the ring ... we both charged him and began wailing on him. Chris lifted him up, put him in a reverse bear hug and then dropped him to the mat, then I made a leap and brought my lower left leg down on his chest knocking the air out of him. Once we had him down, we each took an arm and began streching him out. We stood on either side and pulled while he struggled and squirmed, and then we let go of him and Chris scooped him up and put him over his shoulder and flipped him over sending him crashing to the mat. We stood over the fallen and kicked at him with our boots, taunting him. I saw Chris rubbing his crotch as he yelled out to our fallen buddy, "Come on, punk, get the fuck up!"

"He's not going anywhere", I said as I got down on the mat and straddled him, pinning his arms out flat, crotch to crotch we remained and then Andy hissed up at me, "You are going to pay for this, bastard!" I slapped him one good across the face and said, "Yeah, what are you going to do?"

I turned my head to the gloom of the gym when I heard a door slam, and then Chris said, "Get him up, play time."

So I lifted Andy from the mat and held him, first putting him in a hammerlock until he screamed out in pain, and then switched to restraining him by pinning his arms behind his back; that's when Chris started throwing a series of brutal punches to his chest that were so powerful, they reverberated like dull drum beats through out the empty gym.

As I watched Chris, I found myself so turned on that I thought I might cum in my trunks...he had already worked up a sweat so that his muscular body had a sheen to it. My god, he was such a fucking stud...

...and then, out of nowhere, I was hit from behind by a powerful force, It was Stu who had come charging into the ring and he was gunning for a fight.

I lost my grip on Andy and fell to the mat until Stu picked me up by my hair and the next thing I knew, I was in a side headlock and it felt like my noggin was in a vice. Stu was grinding me into his side. I heard Chris yell out, "Finally, we got a fair fight going here!"

Suddenly, Stu had me pushed down to his crotch and was screaming out, "Come on, fucker, you want some of this cock, you used to love it, you fucker".

"Let me show you how much I loved that fucking prick of yours" I yelled back making a fist and driving it into his nuts.

That made him lose his grip on me, so I stood back as he faltered and then I quickly dashed behind him and got him into an abdominal stretch, pulling him back and slapping him on his taught stomach; I knew he was suffering now, and I also knew that we were both turned on. I could see his tights bulging with anticipation and I could feel my own cock at full staff. I reached over to his chest again and gave his left nipple a nasty tweak and he cried out in pain -- Just then Chris yelled from his end of the ring, "Hurt him, man!" With that I yanked back again making him cry out once more, and just as I was about to drive a fist into his gut, I was blind sided by Andy who had smashed into me sending me into the ropes and to my knees.

I shook my head to clear things up and saw the two of them charging me. Andy locked my arms behind my back and Stu stood for a second, his blue black hair swept back from his handsome face, breathing heavily, a look of grim determination on his face, and then he grabbed at my tits and started savagely tweaking them, yanking and pulling on them; meanwhile, Andy had released my left arm and reached under my trunks and gave my balls a tight squeeze and I threw my head back and cursed them both out.

Truth be told, it felt so damn good, I could have cum then and there...

Taking a deep breath, and summoning all of my strength, I pulled free and landed a pretty sharp elbow into Andy's gut that sent him back into the ropes, and then I went after Stu, giving him a taste of his own medicine; I locked onto his tits and pulled at them and just then, Chris came up behind him, and locked Stu's arms behind his back; much as I had been a few moments earlier. Finally I let go and gave him one cheap chop to the gut and made my way outside the ropes to the lip of the ring where I found Andy.

While Chris and Stu went at it in the ring, I stood behind Andy and before he could move, I brought my arms around him and shoved my hands into his tights and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock. He froze for a second and then started pressing his ass up against my crotch saying in a horse sigh, "Bastard, fucking bastard" and then I whispered in his ear, "Hey buddy, let's turn this into a mash..."

Chris had Stu in a figure four leg lock and as the two studs writhed in the ring, their bodies both straining and sweat smeared, Andy and I bounded back into the ring...and we both jumped onto Stu.

When Chris realized what was happening he let out a whoop that echoed through the gym and then the three of us worked over Stu until finally, he submitted. And then the rest of us fell to the mat, all breathing heavily and waited silently for what was coming next.

Chris led Stu to the edge of the ring, and bent him over the turnbuckle and tied his arms to the metal post. Andy pulled Stu's trunks down, and then the three of us faced his taught butt, our cocks standing up and straining, dripping pre-cum...Andy went first.

We each took a turn at Stu's ass, and we each shot a load into him and then we undid him and lead him to the locker room.


Stu was hunched over a bench by the lockers and once more, Andy was fucking him, only this time it was a much more deliberate act, an act of both passion and power. I sat and watched as Stu took the pounding from the little stud, all the while, Chris stood facing Stu, stroking his cock...at one point he turned to me and lifted me up and kissed me on the mouth, his tongue darting in and out of me. He pushed his sweaty musky smelling body towards me and began rubbing his cock against my own...and then he led me over to the fuckers and we both watched silently, stroking our cocks, while Andy continued power fucking Stu.

And then Stu stood up straight and Chris and I took turns kissing him and then we both leaned over and kissed Andy...I watched as Chris began gently biting at Stu's chest, sucking on his tits and eventually working his way back up to Stu's mouth and kissing him passionately...I was now standing behind Andy, my cock leaking all over his ass crack while he continued fucking Stu. I went for his neck and began nibbling on it and when I looked up, Chris was facing me, his head rising like the sun over Stu's left shoulder and we kissed again.

When Andy came, he yelled out, "Jeez.." and he jerked back so hard, he slammed into the lockers and at the same time, Stu let out a loud moan and shot a wicked rope of cum that hit Chris in the chest...it was so fucking hot watching them both have orgasms, they were both so beautiful, my brothers...
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Andy and Stu were dressed now and on their way out, "Next time, you two are going down", Stu said as we shook hands.

"You took it like a man, that's all that matters", Chris said.

Stu and Chris high fived each other and with that Stu and Andy departed into the cold November night.

"What a night", I said heading to my locker...

"Where the fuck, do you think you're going?" Chris said, his meaty hand resting on my shoulder. I turned and smiled and then he said, "Keep those boots on", and then he put his muscular arms around me and I breathed in his manly aroma and wanted to die in his arms...and then he led me back to the bench and lay me down, and as he lifted my legs and slowly brought his cock up and into me I heard the engines of the cars in the parking lot rev up and roar into life and eventually fade away into the night...

The Fuck Party

The guy named Mike was on his knees in front of me , his head bobbing up and down as he worked on my straining cock. I could feel his five-o-clock-shadow-of-a-beard scraping at my inner thigh while he sucked, it felt real good so I let him know by thrusting my hips up some making him gag. A couple of the other guys who were standing around the sofa laughed . Rick, who was sitting next to me , reached over and pushed Mike's head back down on my cock and Mike went back to what he was doing. Then Rick leaned over and kissed me; then I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that one of those long-haired dudes was sitting on the floor stroking my lover's cock. I watched as a thick slow stream of pre-cum drizzled out of Rick's cock head onto the long haired guy's fist...
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It was late November of 1986, actually the night before Thanksgiving, when Rick and I went to our first group sex event ... well, actually, it was his first time, not mine; but my sexy redhead was an adventurous lover, and willing to try almost anything.

The party was being held at a buddy's house, a guy I knew named Keith. We'd had fucked around some a few years back, and had remained friends. Keith was a cool guy, tall and sexy and he loved a good orgy. More than all of that, he was a smart guy. Times being what they were, condoms and honesty were a must if you wanted to be invited to one of Keith's gang-bangs.

It was a very cold as we walked the few feet from the car to Keith's front door. Rick wore a well-worn pair of 501's that beautifully accentuated his ass and his basket. I could not keep my eyes off of him tonight. As we got to the front door, I put my arm around him and pulled him next to me. And then I rang the bell.

Keith answered the door, his handsome face beaming a smile. His eyes lit up when he saw me and gave me a welcome hug and then he turned and laid eyes on Rick and said, "Boy Howdy, is this your wild man from Colorado?" I laughed as Rick blushed and then he added, "Damn, he looks just like that guy from TV, what is his name? Yeah, Michael J Fox!"

As we entered the living room we saw a collection of guys milling about, most of them sipping on drinks or smoking cigarettes. I pulled Rick to the make-shift bar and we helped ourselves to a couple of beers.

"Wild man?" Rick said under his breath, "What have you told him?"

"Relax, Alex P. Keaton, " I said as I watched Keith latch and lock his front door and then draw the curtains and dim the living room lights, "Fun's about to begin".

He grabbed my crotch and gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "You are the hottest guy in this room"... before I could respond, these two shaggy headed dudes came over to the bar, they were shirtless, maybe 18 or 19 years old a blond and brunette. The dark haired one said, "Keith said you guys are together," I nodded my head and then he said, "can me and my bud give you guys a blow job".

I turned to Rick and saw that he already had his cock freed from his button fly jeans...

I watched as Rick slowly fed his big cock to the cute young blond...he leaned up against the bar and sighed and while this was going on, the dark haired one was fumbling with my jeans, and when he got my cock out, I gasped as he attached himself to my dick and started sucking me off enthusiastically...I heard myself groan and then I put my arm around Rick who turned and kissed me, we bussed deeply as the two little long hairs went at us...it was then that I noticed that other couplings were occurring in Keith's living room and for a second I was put in mind of that party in Palm Springs with Aaron a hundred years ago...

As I was being sucked off, my eyes locked with a guy across the room. He was kind of hairy, with a five-o-clock shadow, he was standing in front of another guy who was on his knees rubbing his cock on the guy's face. I could hear him; "Come on, suck it, you know you want it", his voice was husky and cocky. He stared right back at me and winked and then turned his attention to the guy on his knees and said, "Open wide, bitch!"

Then I heard Rick gasp and turned and saw him throw his head back, he was swaying on his feet while the blond continued at his cock; Rick pulled the kid into him and said, "Shit, Damn!" I smiled as I watched him have his orgasm, and then I pulled the dark haired kid from my cock and thanked him (was that protocol, I wondered). I pulled my shirt off and threw it over the bar and then turned my attention back to Rick who was trying to button up his jeans even though his cock was still at half mast, the blond dude was smiling wiping his lips...in another room I heard music playing, something pounding from Bob Seger I think...Rick was covered in sweat, his red hair plastered to his head. I helped him off with his shirt and I noticed his nipples were rock hard. "Wow," he said gasping for breath, "Guess I needed to blow a load more than I thought".

We walked over to the bathroom and Rick went in to wash up. I stood by the door and waited for him and then glanced over and saw Keith in the bedroom, he was fucking some guy on the bed. The voyeur in me enjoyed the show as I watched Keith throw a wild pounding into the sexy black guy who had an ass that looked like it was carved from dark marble. They made a most beautiful sight, Keith the blond Nordic stud and his partner a muscled Nubian with cornrows...I was as hard as a rock and felt my cock dripping getting my jeans moist...the radio was now playing some psychedelic piece from the 60's, I think it was Donovan...then Rick came out of the bathroom and I pointed to the show in the bedroom. We stood watching them for a minute and then made our way back into the living room.

We found a group of guys surrounding Mike. He loved the attention, it was clear as he taunted the guy in front of him with his cock while the other guys watched stroking there own members. I figured that Mike needed his ass fucked but good...just then this adorable guy with the bluest eyes I'd ever seen came up to us and said, "Hi, I'm Kurt", we both introduced ourselves to him and shared a beer with him and then Kurt said, "So would you guys like to fuck me?"

Ten minutes later, Rick and I were taking turns at Kurt's tight little butt. The guy was a trooper and he loved getting fucked. I went at him first and said to Rick, "Let me break him in for you, dude"...the radio began playing something from REM... After I slipped on a condom and lubed up my cock, I shoved deep into Kurt and he shocked me by pushing himself in closer to me, I didn't figure this kid to be a power bottom, but when he said, "Come on man, harder, harder!" I knew my work was cut out for me. Finally, I found my rhythm and gave him a ride that he'd not soon forget, damn but he felt good and while I was fucking him, Rick was at my side, his hands going from his own cock to my chest and back again. I winked at him and said, "Want some?", and then pulled out and let my lover go for it. Rick slipped on a rubber and said, "Sloppy seconds" and laughed and rammed Kurt for all he was worth.

I sat back for a moment watching Rick fuck him. His ass would tense up and relax over and over as he fucked. I'd never seen Rick from this vantage point before, so I was all kinds of horny for my bro now, I put on another condom and shoved my cock up his ass and then the two of us chain fucked Kurt. Rick's own ass as tight as ever, his head falling back on me and he started whispering my name over and over like some kind of mantra and I whispered back how much I loved him...and the radio in the other room started playing something from Boston; More than a Feeling...I climaxed rather quickly slamming in to Rick, my body seized by pleasure and just then I felt Rick do the same until the two of us fell onto the back of Kurt...we both breathed heavy and I said, "Hey Kurt, you OK, dude?" And the blue eyed bottom boy let out a squeal as he shot his load all over the carpet.

Rick and I were now sprawled on the floor by the sofa with Kurt and the three of shared a joint and a bottle of wine that was being passed around. Meanwhile, around us men flayed about, bodies akimbo, moans and groans of pleasure, salty language peppering everything like some exotic spice...the radio was playing George Harrison's All Things Must Pass... and then Keith joined us. He flopped down next to me on the floor, he smelled like he'd just washed up as he was heavy with the scent of soap. He was wearing a pair of black briefs. "Enjoying yourself?" he asked.

"As always", I said. And then I added, "Who cleans this place up for you after these little affairs?"

"Dude, I have the greatest maid service in the world", he was serious. Then he changed the subject saying, "Hey I saw that the working boys were giving you and Michael J head, how were they?"

Working boys. I could not believe it. The two shaggy headed guys, a couple of hustlers ... needless to say, I flash-backed on my West Coast misadventures for a bit...

"I picked them up in Philly, gave them a couple of hundred bucks to spice things up..."

I smiled, but something inside me was off. Just then I saw Mike was fucking the dark haired one, smacking his ass and saying out loud, "Nice ass, slut!"

I gave Keith a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Great party, man", and then got up and made my way over to Mike and the hustler...

I don't exactly know what I thought I was going to do, but I knew that these two hustlers deserved better, I knew that this could have been me and Aaron back in '77 ...

"Hey Mike", I said coming up behind him. He turned and glanced and said, "Hold on man, this bitch is hot, you'll get your turn". Then I yanked him off of the dark haired guy and said, "You know, I've been watching you, you think you're the fucking alpha male, don't ya?" He looked at me blankly and then said, "What is your problem, dude?"

I pointed to my cock and said, "My problem is that you need to shut the fuck up and suck on my cock like a good little bitch!" And with that I yanked him down by his hair to my crotch, gave him a good smack across the face and said, "Come on bitch, get at it!" He said, "But", and then flushed red and the next thing I knew was going down on me. I pulled the dark haired guy over next to me and said, "OK, now suck him off", and Mike obediently went down on the hustler...
Then we brought him over to the sofa and I said, "Suck me off, bitch!"

The guy named Mike was on his knees in front of me , his head bobbing up and down as he worked on my straining cock. I could feel his five-o-clock-shadow-of-a-beard scraping at my inner thigh while he sucked, it felt real good so I let him know by thrusting my hips up some making him gag. A couple of the other guys who were standing around the sofa laughed . Rick, who was sitting next to me , reached over and pushed Mike's head back down on my cock and Mike went back to what he was doing. Then Rick leaned over and kissed me; then I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that one of those long-haired dudes was sitting on the floor stroking my lover's cock. I watched as a thick slow stream of pre-cum drizzled out of Rick's cock head onto the long haired guy's fist.

So Mike sucked me off to a climax and then worked his way down. Rick was next and then Keith and then the other party guests...one by one, the cocky big mouth put his big mouth to good use. He finished up sucking off the two hustlers, they both shot their loads all over his face to a round of applause... Later on, we formed a circle jerk and Mike was covered in a river of jizz...fucking bastard loved every minute of it.


As we were driving home that night, Rick said, "Well that was a pretty intense night."

I said nothing.

"What was that thing with you and that guy Mike? I thought you were going to start a fight with him or something."

Then I took a deep breath and said, "Rick, I have to tell you something about my past..."

And as we drove through the night a light snow fell and I told Rick about L.A. and Aaron and he listened quietly and the snow kept falling...

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