Den of Iniquity

It seemed that the older I got, the more I enjoyed group sex. That's not to say I was bored with Rick, far from it, but truth be told, the idea of getting down with some other guys always made things a bit more exciting - it's kind of like enjoying a decadent desert once in a while, as opposed to a sensible but filling meal ... or something like that.

Sometime in late 1992, our buddy Jon came back from England where he had been working and living. Whenever he came back, he'd end up over at his partner's place.

Jon had been seeing Karl on and off for a few years now. Karl was the middle aged guy he'd met at the sex club a few years earlier, and for whatever reason, they guy's hit it off.

Jon's man was an interesting character. He was almost fifty years old, but was in such incredible shape that he could have passed for someone no older than 35 or thereabouts. He had been married, had two children and was about to become a grandfather! Sometime in his early 40's he had come out of the closet and seemingly never looked back.

Frankly, I found him very hot. He had a smooth muscular build, a crop of dirty blond hair, and a somewhat endearing and mature quality about him ... sort of like a very cool older brother. Sexually, he was a powerhouse ... that is, he loved calling the shots and being on top, but, as I discovered, with the right amount of coaching, his ass could be had.
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Karl worked for a private accounting firm, and as such, he was pretty well off. His house, a rather imposing three story wood and glass structure, was nestled deep in the woods just outside a rather upscale town. Because of his wealth, he treated Jon like a king. All of his airfare back and forth to the states was covered and Karl managed to set him up in a decent apartment in London. It was clear that he had pretty much fallen in love with our buddy; that cute kid with the big grin and the jet black floppy hair. I was genuinely happy for the both of them.

Rick and I had been invited over for dinner that one night during the summer of 1992. Neither of us had seen Jon since Christmas so we were really looking forward to it. We also knew, that Karl had vocalized his interest in a group scene that would include us both, that was according Jon.

"I think we should just play it cool" I said as I drove us to our destination, "I mean were not sure if this just a legitimate dinner or an orgy".

Rick smiled and said, "Sometimes I wonder about us. I mean, how do we find ourselves in these situations, in the middle of South Jersey? Who knew that Sodom would be so close to Philadelphia?"

We both laughed as we pulled into the gravel driveway of Karl's home.

"Damn!" Rick said as he glanced upon the gorgeous home that was now lit by flood lights as dusk was settling, "Who do I have to fuck to get me one of these?"

"Spoken like a true yuppie." I mocked as we made our way out of the car, me being careful to carry the several bottles of wine we had brought as a thank you gift.

Karl answered the door looking crisp and handsome in a pair of khakis and a a polo shirt. As he graciously showed us in, he gave us both a rather quick peck on the cheek and I caught just the slightest whiff of expensive cologne...and then my eyes drifted to the interior of this home. If it was impressive from the outside, it was downright gorgeous inside.

Jon was waiting for us in the living room, he looked great. It was obvious that he, like most other gay men in the world in general, had been spending some time at the gym as his shoulders seemed broader and his chest a tad thicker, his arms more muscular.

We hugged and kissed and soon Karl had poured out several drinks for the four of us.

Conversation, at first, was all about Bill Clinton and the change in regimes in the White House. Karl spoke eloquently about what we would see after his inauguration (of which he was sure would come to pass) but seemed to be wary that none of us, gays or otherwise, should imagine Clinton to be our savior, "In the end, he's just another politician".

"Whose apparently a real horn-dog", Jon chimed in.

We laughed as we discussed the woman who claimed to have had an affair with Clinton when he was still governor of Arkansas and Karl said, "If this were Europe, that would probably all work in his favor!"

It only took a few more drinks when our host announced, "So gentlemen, I was kind of thinking that maybe we could enjoy each other's company a bit before we eat ... that is if no one has a problem with that."

Rick looked at me and winked and I smiled back.
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It turned out that the basement of this house was one large, elaborate play room complete with a group shower, work out equipment, a video projector and various other goodies.

We were all invited to shower first, and if need be, use the private rooms to "clean up". It turned out that there was douche and enema equipment all provided. I had to hand it to our host, he had all of his bases covered.

Later on, Karl and I, now both naked waited on our guys while we screened the latest Jeff Stryker opus. Our cocks grew hard thanks to Jeff's dirty talk and his antics and before I knew it, we were casually jerking each other off while we sat on a sofa.

"You have a nice ass", he said smiling at me.

"Thanks, yours ain't so bad either", I said.

"Maybe I could sample some of it later", he said holding my cock so tight that precum oozed from the slit.

"Only if I get to have some of yours", I said leaning forward about to kiss him.

"Are you fuckers starting with out us?" Rick said as he strolled out of the shower area with Jon. They both wore nothing but a couple of torn up old t-shirts from their alma matter.

Karl and I glanced at each other and then back at our boys...and then the games began.

We stood in a small circle, kissing one another as our cocks grew harder and began knocking into each other. At one point I found myself giving Jon a deep kiss while Karl and Rick embraced sucking each other's faces off ... then we switched off and Karl and I were making out, while Jon and Rick were working on each others mouths. As I tasted Karl, my hands traversed his arms which were firm and thick with muscle. Then I moved over to his chest, and started to massage his firm pecs ... he returned the favor by exploring my body, his hands finally resting on my chest until they found my nipples which he playfully began pinching ... I could also feel Jon and Rick's hands all over me, one of them was reaching in between my legs tugging at my ball sack, the other was licking at my neck and then my ear, sending bolts of sensual pleasure shivering through out my body.

We parted and faced our partners, Rick was aroused, his cock at full attention, sap dripping from it. We drew into each other arms and kissed deeply. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Karl and Jon doing the same.

For a split second I was aware of a sound, it was deep and loud, bass-like. Thunder no doubt. It was a very humid afternoon and I supposed that a storm might be moving in. Of course we were in a subterranean environment so the only sound that might penetrate this matrix would be thunder...

Rick and Jon traded places and now I was making out with Jon. His enthusiasm, like always was enjoyable. While we kissed, I tore his shirt off his back and tossed it aside, he looked at me smiling and then reached down for his cock and began stroking it. Immediately I got on my knees and took his rod into my mouth. Jon began sighing as his hands pushed my head closer and closer to him ... I reached up and held on to his tight butt cheeks as they flexed, and then I moved my right hand back until I fingered his asshole. He groaned and pleaded softly, "Stop, you are gonna make me shoot". With that I pulled back and stood up and then shoved him down on his knees. Without a word, the randy lad was working on my stalk, sucking me off like he was going for a gold medal at the sexual Olympics.

Meanwhile I watched as Karl had Rick hunched over while he fingered his ass. Rick's face was red, a look of bliss on it as the older man began finger fucking him, pulled out, slapped his cheeks and then went back to fingering him. I could her Rick's familiar moans of pleasure and they seemed to echo off walls of this stark room. Once more, I glanced over at them and this time, I marveled at Karl's muscular arms, his biceps bulging as he worked my boyfriend over into a state of carnal ecstasy.

Soon Jon and I went over to the men and joined them. Jon pointed his cock at Rick's mouth, and the fiery redhead gobbled it up, while I stood behind Karl, my cock rubbing at his tight muscular ass. My hands free, I reached under his chest and went for his tits, giving them a pretty savage working over that made him pause and throw his head back. I then put my arms around him and held him tightly for a second and then reached for his rod and stroked it. Quickly he broke away and stood facing me, his cock leaking seed all over the floor. He stood his ground and said, "That's all I can take, friend, I need to fuck you now." I smirked at him and said, "Go for it, Daddy."

There was a rather ornate bed in the room that I found myself laying face down on. I listened and heard another boom of thunder and then the sound of a condom wrapper being undone. On either side of me, sat Rick and Jon stroking themselves ... and after what seemed an eternity, Karl entered my ass slowly, and man, it felt great!

Fucking me with both the speed of a horny 18 year old, and the finesse of a more mature man, Karl rode me like few others ever had. If there had been in any pain involved, it was minimal, this was just a pure pleasure fuck and my own cock was leaking gallons into the bed linens ... after about ten minutes of doggy style, we repositioned ourselves; on my back I could look up at the handsome man's face, his well developed chest, and his muscular arms. Slowly he began again, only this time he said, "Come on men, have some fun." And with that, Jon went for my tits, yanking on them, while Rick leaned foreword and began kissing Karl ... later, both of them leaned over my face, their stiff pricks taking turns at my mouth...Just when I thought I was going to come, Karl said, "Come on Jon, come get some".

Then Karl was out and Jon was in, and since I'd never been formally fucked by my buddy, it felt good to have him in me. He pounded me like a love sick puppy while Karl and Rick made out on the bed and then took turns shoving their cocks in my face.

Just then, Jon cried out, "Oh man..." and Karl said, "No, don't come yet pal!" But it was too late, as Jon pulled his cock from my ass, tore of the condom and sent buckets of cum all over the place.

Karl disappeared and then reappeared in a flash and wiped up the juice, while Jon tried to catch his breath. that's when I said, "OK, Daddy, my turn."

His ass was tighter than I had expected, but once I managed a way in, it seemed that his hole had clasped around my prick and began milking it. His face went from smile to a look of discomfort and he said, "That's some rocket you've got, slow down." So I did, the last thing I wanted was for this to turn into some kind of power-fuck scene.

Eventually he seemed to be enjoying it and while I fucked him, Rick and Jon rubbed their cocks all over him, and then leaned in to kiss me, and then went for his rock hard tits. Finally, his face relaxed and he looked up at me and smiled a beatific grin which I met and then leaned over and we kissed passionately, the both of in a heightened state of arousal. After we kissed I pulled out of him and Rick took my place, riding him in his wild style, and then Jon went for it; and when the two men coupled, it was clear that this was something special as they kissed the entire time...

Finally, Jon dismounted and now the four of us huddled together again, with the exception of Jon, none of us had an orgasm yet, so it did not take long for Jon and Rick to be on all fours with Karl and I banging away at them.

And so we went at it. On the softly matted floor in front of the sofa, a steel coffee table in front of us that was littered with condoms and jars of lube; me at Rick's beautiful ass, and Karl at Jon's. While we fucked, I watched as Rick and Jon stole kisses from each other, straining to have their mouth's meet, their faces angelic in the soft lighting of the playroom. Every now and again, Karl would look my way, his face drenched in sweat, and give me a wink and a sly smile which I returned. A couple of times we switched off, taking turns with the other's boyfriend, but we always came back to our own.

Finally, I watched as Karl's face went rigid with intensity and he let out a bellow, it was not really a word, just a deep, loud sound, sort of like the thunder; and he grabbed at Jon's shoulders, yanking the kid up while he came. Try as he might, Jon could not hold back, and for the second time that evening, he shot a huge load that flew up into the air and ended up on Rick's back ... while the two guys bucked and flayed, I felt my own rush coming on and pushed in as deep as I could to Rick causing him to let out a frenzied cry, as my orgasm hit, I bit down on the back of his neck, unaware that as I was doing this, he was shooting his load onto the floor below ... and so the four of us shook in pleasure until we all collapsed to the floor, wiped out and exhausted.
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An hour later we were seated in the dining room, enjoying an incredible Italian meal, some great red wine, and a lot of good conversation. Outside, the storm had come and gone, and the night was clear, a thousand stars peeking through the evergreen trees that surrounded Karl's home that could be seen from the floor to ceiling windows by the dining room table.

After dinner, we repaired back to the play room, only this time, the four of us sat nude on the sofa, and jerked each other off while we watched Jeff Stryker and a buddy bang away at some blond boy on the giant TV screen. One by one we climaxed and then nestled into the other's arms while the pornographic fantasy continued bathing us in muted colors...



Punch Drunk Love


At our dorm room at "Munster Hall", back when we were in college, Chris and I found a place where we not only expanded our minds by way of the scholastic lifestyle, we also expanded our sexual expression by way of experimenting with some pretty heavy horse play that often bordered on S & M; while our sex life had always been physical, during those days, it was downright painful ... for both of us.

This one time, it had to have been sometime in late winter of 1983, Chris had just found out that he was one of the top seed collegiate wrestlers on the east coast for the season, and as such he would be going to the national tournaments in the early spring.

Now nothing fills an alpha male with more piss and vinegar than an athletic honor.

Of course he was training and working out like crazy, and so when it came to sex...well, let's just say it was a pretty tough going.

One night, after a particularly draining day of classes and then work, I came back to the dorm, room wanting nothing more than to just crash out. My room mate had other ideas.

When I walked into the room, Chris was waiting for me at the front door.

"Where in the hell have you been? I need to bust a nut something fierce!" He said, grabbing me and trying to push me down to my knees.

"Dude," I said, pushing him away, "Give me a break, will ya? I've had a long fucking day - go jerk off if you need some release."

That's all it took; next thing I knew, he had me by my shirt and delivered a savage right hook to my face that left me sore.

"Wanna' see what happens to cock-suckers who don't do as they are told?"

One more punch landed, this time on my jaw, and I fell to the floor dazed. I looked up and saw he was taking his shirt off. His chest was tight, muscular, perfect in the dim light of the dorm room. Then he went for the belt of his pants and said, "I think you need a little hurting, you fucker."

"Oh, you think so?" I said, getting to my feet, staring him down, my cock starting to throb.

We charged each other, and I manged to claw at his crotch giving his nuts a pretty hard squeeze and he howled in pain, so I held on tight and yelled out, "Come on you tough punk! I'll rip your fucking balls off of you!"

He fell to the floor holding his nuts, and I gave him a good swift kick in the side.

I stood over him, relishing my sudden upper hand and spit on him. I called him a punk and gave him another kick.

And then, in a flash, he sprung up, he must have been playing possum, because the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the bed, and Chris was on top of me, punching my chest, his face red and crazed looking. Then He stopped punching me and raised his hand and gave me a sharp open handed slap across my face that stung like a thousand bee stingers and made me see stars.

"I like it when you fight back", he said gasping, "But I am still gonna' fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow."

"Guess I'll have to return the favor, fag" I said reaching for his tits and giving them a hard squeeze.
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Then I was on my knees in front of him, licking his body. I started at his feet, my tongue lapping his size 12 dogs while he stood. Then he lifted his leg and put his toes in my mouth, and I sucked on them, and worshiped them... I made my way up his leg, kissing his thighs while he whispered obscenities to me ... when I came to his cock, gave his balls a quick dab with my tongue and then went up to his rock hard abs which i licked with abandon ... he chuckled and grabbed me by my hair and pushed me in closer to him.

When I got to his chest, I spent a lot of time on his nipples, licking and bitting at them, relishing the feeling of his stubby chest hair that he had shaved regularly...his pecs were rock hard and magnificent and I felt myself insane with lust as I kissed and lapped at them ... and then I came to his right arm which he flexed for me, his bicep bulging obscenely with muscle and I attacked it...and then he brought the python-like appendage around my head and held me tightly and said, "Come on, bitch, lick my pit".

So I sucked at the sweat in his armpit and breathed deep his familiar odor that was like some familiar aphrodisiac to me. And as I worked on his pit, I felt him reach around me, his fingers toying with my butt hole.

And then he said, "I love you".

And the next thing I knew I was sucking his huge cock.

He held me roughly by the hair and pushed me back and forth on his member. I sucked him as hard as I could, making him sweat and shiver and when he began leaking pre-cum into my mouth, I savored it like it was a fine wine.

I let my hands traverse his perfect body while I blew him. His chest, his arms, his thighs, everything I touched was rock hard and thick with sweat. At one point he reached down and grabbed my left nipple and gave it a long hard pull, and the sweet sting of electric pain/pleasure made me shiver and I pulled back from his cock and said, "Fuck me, please, fuck me."

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With his cock deep , he was leaning over me, his handsome, masculine face at mine, his deep set eyes boring into mine, a five-o-clock shadow accentuating his jaw line; staring up into his face, I felt that I was looking at god.

He fucked me long and hard that night ... it was a rough and physically exhausting exercise, and my body was wracked in pain, but conversely, there was a part of me that did not want him to ever stop.

He spit in my my face at one point and laughed and then said, "You dirty fucking bastard, you fucking love this, don't you?"

"What do you think?", I replied, gasping trying to catch my breath.

I reached behind him, trying to grab at his ass, to push him in closer to me, and when I did his eyes grew wide and he threw his head back and growled manically ... I could feel his spunk shooting into me, and then he jerked forward and leaned into me and bit me hard on the chest.

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Now it was my turn, and as I shifted his legs so that they rest on my shoulders, I rammed my cock into his tight ass and when he opened his mouth and said, "Slow down, man, you're killing me with that cock!" I said, "Fuck you, bitch", and I went in further and spit into his face. And as I fucked him, I brought a fist up and gave him a couple of good blows to the chest and he smiled at me and said, "Come on, fucker, hurt me! I can take it!" And so I did what he wanted, and just before I came, I grabbed him around the throat and started to choke him, and for a split second he had a panicked look on his face , and I winked at him, let go of his neck and let my river of juice shoot up into him, my brain filled with red hot lights and my body awash with diabolical spasms of pleasure I said his name out loud and then he pulled me close, and as my last wave of pleasure hit, we kissed long and hard ... and somewhere, off in the distance, a car peeled out laying rubber and screamed away into the night.

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We slept like the dead that night.

I distinctly recall the next morning, as someone in one of the other dorm rooms was playing their stereo and it woke me up. It was "Fast Buck Freddie" by Jefferson Starship. Grace Slick's banshee wail had brought me out of a deep sleep.

I was only wearing a pair of briefs and socks when I got out of bed. I looked around for a cigarette and found one, lit it, and made my way to the bathroom where I studied my face. I had a small red bruise on my face, just near my lip, and an angry red bite mark on my chest ... the scars of love.

I began to seriously consider what Chris and I were all about. I knew about sadomasochism, and I was pretty sure we were involved in a relationship that was just short of a sling and leather chaps.

But I was being glib. Was this healthy, for either of us?

Sighing, I tossed the cigarette in the john, took a quick piss and then brushed my teeth.

I walked back out into the main room and stood by the window, another steely winter New Jersey dawn was breaking.

It was a Saturday. No classes, no work today... I lost myself in thought for a minute and then suddenly I felt a pair of strong arms surround me... he kissed me gently on the back of my neck and rubbed up against me, he was wearing a pair of running pants and I could feel his hard cock as he was pressing up against my ass.

The music from the other rooms had changed, it was something romantic, something orchestral, he held me tight from behind and he asked me...

..."Why haven't you ever told me that you love me?"

And I remained silent as the music grew and he held me even tighter...