Some Fools Rave of Happiness, Blissfulness ...

It was New Years Eve, 1979, and once more I was with my brother's ringing in the holiday in a sex drenched orgy of depravity.

Chris had the keys to the local gym and at around ten we met up; the entire place was ours for the taking until January 2nd.

We had some beers, some weed, and a raging need to fuck. We were set for another Auld Lang Syne.

It was warm and dark here despite the howling snow outside. Chris had turned the thermostat up and soon the old furnace in the gym's basement made this drafty building very comfortable.

The four of us sat on a bench in the locker room, the radio in the manager's office playing rock music, finishing up a bowl of weed and soon we got comfortable. Chris put the bowl down on the floor and proclaimed it as "beat", and then grabbed Andy, who had been sitting next to him, and pushed his head down to his crotch and laughed, "Come on, man, get my jeans wet, you little cock-sucker". Stu and I laughed and absentmindedly let our hands drop to our own crotches which we began massaging.

Andy, who was usually the most subservient member of our lot, was feeling feisty that night, and he kept trying to break away from our Alpha Male. Finally, growing weary of the little stud's refusal, Chris yanked him up by a handful of his hair and gave him a pretty hard slap on the face that seemed to both humiliate and arouse Andy.

"Pull your pants down, bitch", Chris said softly.

He obeyed and Chris pulled him back over and lay him across his lap and began braying, "Time for a good old fashioned tanned hide!" And then he proceeded to bring his large hand across Andy's bubble butt over and over again. The sound of the slapping echoed through the locker room as did Andy's howls of pain ... nonetheless, I could not take my eyes off of Chris; his muscular chest so perfect, his arms thick and powerful, and his cruel, handsome face crowned by a mop of unruly curly chestnut brown hair. My reverie was broken when Stu reached over and started pinching my left nipple. I turned to him and gazed upon his beautiful face and we leaned in to each other and kissed briefly, while we removed each others shirts and undershirts.

"Hey you two", Chris said pausing, "Plenty of time for that later", and with that he tossed Andy on to the floor and said, "Fuck him up!"

Stu and I stripped to our briefs, and yanked Andy's pants and shoes off, leaving him in his underwear also. He was one tough little fucker, and when he realized what was coming he said, "You two are a couple of pussies". Stu snickered at the trash talk and replied by giving Andy a healthy right hook that connected with his face and sent him flying into a bank of lockers. With that we charged him, and pretty much tossed him back and forth until finally I reached down into his briefs and gave his balls a tight squeeze.

"Dude!" Stu laughed, "Don't do that, he might jazz in your hand!" We both laughed and continued smacking the punk around until he did not know which end was up.

Yes, it was all rather sadistic, but it was amongst friends, brothers really ... me, Chris, Stu and Andy; four horny bucks who lived for the orgasm - no matter what the price.

I held Andy taught, restraining his arms behind his back while Stu began working over his tits. Andy hated this, and Stu knew it, and so he poured it on thick, In fact at one point he yanked on the little guys nipples so hard that I thought he might tear them off. Meanwhile, my cock was so hard that it was dripping loads of pre-cum into my briefs. All the while, Andy pleaded and begged for Stu stop.

While the two of us continued sexually torturing our pal, Chris got up from the locker bench. He stripped down to everything except his wife-beater-t-shirt. His cock was semi-hard and it bounced in slow motion as he reached for the belt on his discarded jeans, yanking it off. Once he had the belt firmly in hand he turned our way and barked, "Aright you two, hold him tight for me!"

And with that, we positioned Andy in front of a post that separated the locker room from the showers, the both of us pulling his arms forward so that his sweet bubble butt was exposed . Once we'd had him where we wanted him, Chris let loose with the belt, mercilessly whipping Andy's firm ass until the kid threw his head back and screamed, tears streaming down his handsome face. Chris stopped for a second, waiting, savoring the sadistic moment, and then he brought the belt back once more and gave him one additional lash that sounded like a crack of lightning on a humid summer's night.

Stu and I were silent, aroused, our demons awake, and we continued restraining Andy until Chris finally gave the signal. And with that we let go, and he fell to the locker-room floor again, sobbing and breathing heavily.

Outside, the snow swept evening howled like a beast.

And with that, Chris grabbed at my cock, and at Stu's and we reached for his, and the three of us silently jerked each other off for a bit until our rods were sore and dripping heavily with slime.

Finally we paused and looked down at our fourth brother, he lay on his back, his eyes red, his cock stiff. He stroked his dick as he looked up at the three of us.

I walked over and kicked him once in the side and said, "Love hurts". And then I mounted his chest, slid forward, and shoved my steel hard member into his willing mouth. I closed my eyes and heard music playing from the other room as I fucked his face...oh man, this felt so damn good ... the mournful tones of Nazareth echoed through the locker room while Andy deep throated my throbbing cock ... it did not take long for Chris and Stu to join in, and soon we all took turns at Andy's mouth, and eventually his tight, tender ass ... when I found myself fucking him, Chris was getting sucked off, while Stu was busy grabbing at our pecs, or closing in for a sloppy kiss. I closed my eyes for a second and felt a tremendous wave of pleasure hit me, and at that second, Stu came behind me and put his arms around me, pressing his snake like cock up against my ass, while his fingers found and pinched crazily at my erect nipples. I closed my eyes again and felt the whole fucking world go hazy as another rush hit me and I moaned in grateful pleasure...

Stu went in next and said, "Sloppy seconds", and I watched as he began pummeling Andy's abused ass...and the radio was playing Sgt Pepper's Lonely Heart's Club Band ... and the next thing I knew, Chris had me in his arms, kissing me with urgency as I felt his warm seed shoot out of his cock and run down my leg ... we held each other while Stu continued fucking Andy and the Beatles sang, "With a Little Help From My Friends"...

Andy had his orgasm like this. The three of us, crouched down around the bench he was laying on, and took turns teasing his cock with our tongues until finally he sent forth a fucking geyser of cum that filled the air . His back arched and he cried out that he loved us as his eyes rolled back into his head and another blast of his juice shot up into the darkened gymnasium's air.

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A few minutes before midnight, the four of us were in the showers. Hot steamy water ran as the four of us washed off the grime of the evening. Once we'd all got clean, we began kissing each other...these were serious realistic kisses, and we uttered New Year's and New Decade greetings of love to each other...Andy and Stu ended up in each others arms, and I ended up wrapped in the muscular arms of Christopher.

"1980, big boy", he said to me as the hot water plastered his hair down, "Me and you, forever and ever" ... and just then, fireworks started outside and they were loud, very loud, and for some reason they reminded me of gun shots ... I shivered and then shook it off, and returned Chris's kiss; and then the four of us kissed again, and we held each other in a tight circle, and no one said a thing while John Lennon's voice was singing "Instant Karma" and the sound echoed through the gym; and the gun-shot-like fireworks continued ushering in the 1980's while the four of us stood naked against everything yet to come ... but blissfully unaware of it all...