House of Pain, House of Pleasure

Van braced himself in front of the huge mirror and bookcase. I smacked his ass once leaving a red shadow amongst the other bruises and welts, and then I spit on my cock once and shoved it up him. When he screamed out , I pushed in further, savoring his cry of pain. He turned to look at me, his face red and drenched in sweat, and I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed him towards the bookcase. He grunted something, but I did not hear him, I was too far gone now after spending the past hour or so watching him being used and abused by the others ... I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted him to never forget tonight ... and as his tight asshole clamped down around my prick I said, "Happy birthday, fucker!" and then started pounding his ass ... I could hear the others cheering me on, and their voices eventually drowned out Van's, and I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply savoring the smells of cologne and perspiration that hung heavy in the air, and then I went about the business of power-fucking the birthday boy.

*****

Van, my fuck buddy for several years, was turning 30 in a week. I'd picked him up a copy of the latest Stephen King novel, knowing that he was a fan, and planned on giving it to him, figuring that he had designs for his milestone . I was kind of shocked, when a few days before his actual birthday, he told me that he'd had nothing to do.

"Aren't you going to spend some time with your kids? Or with some friends?" I asked.

"My kids are in New England with my ex, and well, I'm not exactly flush with social contacts these days.", he said grinning, showing off his beautiful smile that shone through his rather lion-like countenance (he'd always reminded me of a lion, with his dark blond beard and curly mane of dirty blond hair), "I was kind of hoping that maybe ... that is if you're not doing anything , maybe we could do something that night."

"Hey," I said closing my office door and speaking in a low voice, "You know I've got a boyfriend these days ..."

"Sure I do", he said interrupting me, "Bring Rick along!"

I signed and then laughed and said to him, "OK pal, for you, anything ... let me see what I can do".

I meant it. I really liked Van, both professionally and personally. He was one of the most decent guys I knew; and yet he had this reputation at the office of being cold and something of a snob. It's funny how people read other's ways and turn them into reflections of themselves. If only they knew that this guy was dealing with a long running messy divorce, as well as coming to grips with his real sexuality.

It was funny, we'd been fucking for several years now, but I could never honestly say that I wanted to be with him exclusively, I mean he was a great lay, but he was a totally sub servant bottom, and that could be boring. Still, I owed him a lot career wise, and I'd do anything for him.

"I'll call you tonight", I said, and then went back to the stacks of files that needed to be reviewed for an upcoming government audit.

*****

That night, after work, I met Rick at the gym. After our workout, I filled him in on Van's birthday. He paused at his locker for a second and then said, in a matter of fact manner, "Why not give him what he really wants?"

"What would that be?" I asked putting my shirt on.

"Come on, I've met this guy, hell I've fucked this guy , he likes being dominated ... why don't we get Don and Elliot, and even Jon and give Van a night he'll never forget!"

"Man", I said looking up at my handsome red-haired partner, "I like your sick mind".

He smirked and replied, "I learned from the best".

*****

That Saturday afternoon, the basement at my house was all set up for our little celebration. Don and Elliot had already arrived, and I gave them as much information as I could about the birthday boy. Don, being the quick study was already gunning ... I liked how this older man enjoyed the rougher side of sex, and Elliot was up for anything. Jon (as I had learned over the years) was a dude who enjoyed working up a sweat, so I was pretty sure they'd all play along and give Van a night he'd relish for years.

It was agreed that we needed to get our motors running before the guest of honor arrived, and horseplay seemed to be the fuel for what we needed.

Don had been eyeing up Jon since he arrived, and so when Rick grabbed him and restrained him, Don took the opportunity to give the dark haired little stud's tits a royal working over. Jon was loving it, and he threw his head back and grinned like a loon while the the older, hairy man yanked on his chest until his nipples were raw.

Meanwhile, Elliot kept grabbing at my cock, so I yanked it out of my jeans and he followed suit. We stood jousting with our pricks as they grew harder ... eventually we fell into each others arms and for a split second, our eyes met, and the electricity was there ... it was not just my imagination. I winked at the randy jock and then pulled back and turned and went and grabbed Rick away from Jon and Don.

I got my boyfriend's arms tight behind his back and he yelled out in pain and with that, Jon and Elliot made their way over and started yanking at his belt, and then his pants. And while I restrained him, the boys pulled his pants down revealing Rick's major boner tenting through his white briefs.

"Man, I love that kid's rocket!" Don proclaimed as he sauntered over and freed Rick's cock from his underwear, "Yeah, that is one fine piece you got there", he said as he slowly stroked Rick's stalk causing long, slimy ropes of clear pre-cum to drizzle from it.

I let go of Rick and watched as he moved forward towards Don. The two of them embraced and kissed and Don looked over at me for a split second and winked. Just then, Jon switched on the stereo system in the back of the basement and The Cars were singing, "Candy O".

Now, with the five us primed and ready, Van arrived.

He was wearing a tight pair of jeans, and a white t-shirt that accentuated his firm chest. I introduced him to Don, and Elliot and then asked him if he was ready. He nodded his head with out a moment's hesitation, and then I told him, just let us know if it gets too intense or if there's something he was not digging ... then again, I've never know Van to throw in the towel; the guy had a major threshold for pain, and humiliation seemed to be something that he fed off of, sexually at least.

Let the games begin.

He stripped down quickly to his black boxers, and with that the five of us descended on him ... until a pile of flesh found it's way to Van's prone body.

It was Jon, surprisingly, who got to Van first. The little stud, threw an arm around his neck and began chocking him, his free hand going back and forth to the bigger guy's tits and nut sack. Don roared with malevolent laughter at the site of this and encouraged Jon by yelling out, "Alright son, make him say your name!"

I watched as Jon tightened his grip around Van's neck, and noted that Van's cock was rock hard already.

Don grabbed me aside for a second and said, "Let's show this punk what he's got coming to him tonight", I looked at him blankly for a second and then he laughed out loud, "Show 'em the muscles, have him worship the flesh he so desires..."

I loved it when Don's sadistic ways brought out the poet in him.

And as Jon continued subduing him, Van was taunted by each of us, flexing and posing in front of him ... Rick went first, and brought a bulging bicep up to Van's face. The birthday boy's eyes grew wide with a combination of lust, fear and desire ... and Rick pulled back for a second and then gave Van a powerful right hook that connected with his chest... Don and Elliot sauntered up next, and like a couple of professional bodybuilders they posed their impressive physiques for Van's approval. At one point they crouched facing each other while their chests and arms pumped up to almost obscene dimensions. Elliot smirked at Van and mockingly said, "Like what you see, punk? Like it, fucker? I hear you like pain ..." and with that he gave Van a punch in the face that made his head fly back and, no doubt, caused him to see stars ... Don laughed and gave Van's bruised face a slight slap as he said, "That's my boy, don't know his own strength sometimes..."

I was up next, and I got in front of him and said, "You asked for it, punk-bitch", and then I flexed my right arm and brought up to his mouth and watched as his tongue darted out for the muscle he lusted after. Then I reached out quickly, and grabbed hold of his nuts. He jumped and screamed out in pain, and Jon laughed softly as he yanked him back.

Then I told Jon to let him go, and called Elliot over to hold Van still.

"Come on, stud, let him have it", I said to Jon. Suddenly, Jon went all wild man and gave Van at least six punches all over his torso. Elliot laughed and said, "Now get his tits and yank them, I'll bet this pussy will cum if you yank on his tits!" And Jon followed the young jock's directive and went for Van's nipples. Then Elliot reached for Van's nuts, squeezing them while he also went for a tit; and now both of the guys were mercilessly pinching Van's nips and abusing his already sore balls. All three of them were sporting massive hard-ons.

The session went on for several minutes until Van could not take it anymore and fell to the floor. Elliot, who was wearing a pair of black leather work boots, kicked Van in the side and yelled out, "Next!"

Rick, Don and I surrounded the fallen and Don wasted no time, yanking him up by his hair and putting him in a half nelson. Van grunted and moaned and Don said, "Shut the fuck up, or I'll give you something to moan about." And with that, Rick moved in closer and reached in between Van's legs and gave his balls a quick slap. I laughed out loud as Van cried out in pain, understanding that my sadistic side was now in full swing, and I stood in front of Van's head, that Don was still holding by his hair, and shoved my cock into his lips and rubbed pre-cum all over his handsome face.

Then Don lifted Van up and put him in a bear hug.

It was so fucking hot watching him crush Van in his Herculean arms ... and like always I marveled over just how much abuse Van could take. Don was a pretty built guy, and I could only imagine how bad this hurt, but Van, for all his pleas and shouts, never once gave up.

Rick stood next to me, his eyes intense, while he stroked at his rock-hard prick and then he nudged me and said, "Come on, let's work him over."

Once Don let go of him, Rick and I swooped in and lifted him up off the floor and dragged him to the mat in the center of the room, and then we went about physically abusing him. We each took an arm and twisted it up and behind his back until he let out a yell that was so loud, I thought maybe the neighbors might hear him. That's when I let go, and yanked his already torn boxer shorts off of him, and shoved them in his mouth.

Once that was done, we continued at our task, and threw him down on the mat while we both took turns smashing our feet into his chest and thighs. Then, Rick dive bombed him, landing on his chest and started wailing away at his mid section with a series of savage punches that sounded like so much muted drum beats.

The stereo was still playing, something raucous by Jane's Addiction.

Now Rick was laying across Van, his hips raised and then smashing down on Van's crotch. With every crush, I could see Rick's white briefs were now moist with pre-cum; some of it his, the rest Van's. I could hear Elliot, who now sounded like some kind of crazed savage, his voice husky from yelling, braying, "Fuck him up! Yeah, that's it!" Soon, the rest of the men were down on the mat, each of us attacking the prone body of the punk on the floor.

Elliot was clawing at Van's crotch, his face a determined mask of sadistic glee; Jon had straddled his chest and was working his tits over; Rick and I had each grabbed a leg and were stretching him wide open; Don was kneeling by Van's face, slapping his huge cock into the guy's face, cursing him out, calling him a worthless piece of shit...and Van was crying out for mercy, pleading for the punishment to end.

And yet, his cock stayed firm and erect, leaking gallons of clear nectar.

"Got any rope?" Don asked.

I nodded in the general direction and Don made his way to the pile of heavy shipping rope that was piled in a corner.

Jim Morrison had begun singing about Mr. Mojo Rising, his deep voice echoing throughout the basement, drowning out Van's screams.

And then the five of us lifted Van off the floor and held him taught, and then Don and I took the rope and fastened it around his arms and then secured his bound limbs to a steel hook embedded in one of the wood beams of the ceiling.

For about five seconds, with the exception of the music playing, it was quiet as we watched Van, strung up like a side of beef, his body dripping sweat, glimmering in the diffused lighting of the basement ... light filtered through the the thick glass of the basement windows creating prisms of color. We watched, and waited, each of us guilty, yet fearless, each one of us, Van included, understanding that we were in total control of what was happening.

Jim Morrison screamed.

Don handed each of us a belt, and we lined up and, one by one, we gave Van's ass a brutal lashing. He jerked and bucked with each taste of leather, and tears ran down his face; and we smiled like crazed men, our sexual drives all mixed up with sadistic urges that we'd never admit to in the light of day. I noticed that Jon, who'd never done anything like this before, was particularly worked up. He beat Van so hard, that Don had to actually stop him for fear that he might do some real damage to our guest of honor. Jon looked over at me, his face revealing a crazed look. I put my arm around him and held him close and whispered into his ear, "It's OK, man, this is powerful stuff, you never know how it's going to make you feel". He moved in closer to me and held me tightly, his body warm and sweaty, his cock hard as steel. We kissed intensely and deeply as Rick expertly beat at Van's abused butt. The sound of leather meeting flesh almost keeping time to the music.

Now it all seemed to be happening in slow motion, Rick finished up and turned to me, his face grim, his muscles tense ... he high-fived Elliot and the jock took his turn, using the metal end of the belt several times and letting out war cries as he did it ; not happy with just beating him, he ended his round by giving Van a brutal cheap shot to the small of his back; Don grabbed his lover and kissed him passionately and took the belt from him, and expertly lashed at Van, causing a lot of pain, but not much in the way of welts and bruises ... and then it was my turn.

I decided that his ass had enough so I went around front, and as soon as Van's bloodshot eyes met mine, he smiled beatifically, like some Catholic saint who was being scourged in the name of Jesus.

I smiled back and then took the belt and tied it around his balls and gave it one quick, sharp pull.

Van screamed louder than he had all night. And I thought I was going to shoot my load then and there.

Helter Skelter played.

Unbound now, and thrown over a bench, each of Van's tormentor's line up for his ass.

At our guest's request, no condoms are used. The five of us know our HIV status is negative, so we are cool with this.

Jon goes first, he stands behind Van and then charges him, his cock slick with slime slides in easily and Van growls in pain. Jon throws his head back and howls madly. I watch as his taught little butt, squeezes and relaxes as he fucks Van. It's almost too much to bear. I feel like I can shoot my load at any second, and yet I can not take my eyes off of the little stud banging the ass of the willing victim of tonight's passion play. Don, Elliot and Rick are at my side, we are all in a state of alarming arousal, and we can not keep our hands to ourselves. I steal a rough kiss from Elliot that reminds me of that night I had with him a few months ago. I watch as Don and Rick kiss and then suck at each others tits and then I feel Elliot fingering my asshole ... and then I watch as Jon has Van down on the floor nailing him like a maniac.

"Come inside of me!" Van demands and Jon does not pull out as his eyes roll into the back of his head and he lets out a stream of curse words.

Elliot and Don go next. Don takes Van's ass, and Elliot takes his mouth. They pound away on him roughly and lean across his body so that they can kiss each other ... then they switch off and Elliot fucks while Don gets head Finally, Don pulls away and watches his younger boyfriend fuck Van. The lights in the room now cast oddly patriotic colors on the three bodies as Elliot calls Van a "worthless piece of shit" and Don laughs stroking his huge cock waiting to take his turn. I wonder where these colors come from and then I remember the next door neighbor's flag, and how at this time of day, the setting sun reflects through it.

Don and Elliot, patriotic fuckers.

Elliot fucking Van in a missionary position, cursing him out, spitting in his face, his ass going up and down ... and then Don doing the same thing ... once more I fear I am going to shoot my load.

Elliot's load goes up Van's ass, and when Don moves in he says, "Ah yeah, sloppy seconds, you fucking whore", and he slaps Van in the face, and not five minutes later he is shooting his load.

"Ricky Rocket, get over here and hurt this pussy!" Don calls out.

Rick is front and center, he looks over at me for a second and then down at Van, "Get up", he says softly but sternly. Van moves up, and Rick grabs a handful of hair and yanks him up and shouts, "When someone tells you to get up, you get up, punk!" and he follows this admonishment with a sharp slap across Van's face ... once more I feel the urge to just shoot my load.

As my randy lad begins fucking him, I catch a glimpse of Van's face ... shit, the dude is in some kind of Zen state, I think to myself, as I see his face is almost serene and bliss like.

Don sidled up next to me, smelling heavy of his musk and a trace of some expensive cologne, his chest hair is matted and his nipples are sharp and pink, he puts an arm around me and says, "Now I know why you've been keeping Van all to yourself all these years ... that is one tight ass", he laughs and then grabs hold of my cock. I shake for a second in fear that I might have an orgasm. He leans into me for a second and pleasantly surprises me with a lusty kiss ... when I pull back for a second I see Elliot and Jon making out on the mat, dry humping each other ... ah youth, always ready for another round, I think.

Meanwhile, Rick is slapping at Van's battered butt and power fucking him ... Van's head is hitting the wall from Rick's movements and suddenly Rick shouts, "MOTHER FUCKER" and shoots his seed into his ass. When he is through, he pulls hastily out of Van's ass, and then kicks him down to the floor, spitting on him once as he walks away.

He comes my way, we kiss, we bite each other tounges, and he whispers, "How'd I do, daddy?" And I grab his ass and say, "You made me proud."

Now I lift Van up off the floor, his body is clamy and wet, "Hurt me, sir" he says. I position him in the corner by an old bookcase and a mirror so I can watch his face while I am pummeling him.


Van braced himself in front of the huge mirror and bookcase. I smacked his ass once leaving a red shadow amongst the other bruises and welts, and then I spit on my cock once and shoved it up him. When he screamed out , I pushed in further, savoring his cry of pain. He turned to look at me, his face red and drenched in sweat, and I placed a hand on the side of his head and pushed him towards the bookcase. He grunted something, but I did not hear him, I was too far gone now after spending the past hour or so watching him being used and abused by the others ... I wanted to fuck him so bad, I wanted to hurt him, I wanted him to never forget tonight ... and as his tight asshole clamped down around my prick I said, "Happy birthday, fucker!" and then started pounding his ass ... I could hear the others cheering me on, and their voices eventually drowned out Van's, and I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply savoring the smells of cologne and perspiration that hung heavy in the air, and then I went about the business of power-fucking the birthday boy.

I could see his handsome face, in the mirror, pain and pleasure washing over it, his muscles all taught, I could make out my refelction, a demon come to rape him ... soon the others joined in, and I was surrounded. The touch of hands and fingers on my body while I fucked Van was sending me to untold corners of pleasure, and I breathed in deeply so that the funky smell of sex and sin would make me high.

A glimpse of Elliot's right bicep, a stolen moment of Jon's tight ass, a brief sight of Don's huge cock, a quick vision of Rick's chest ... my head was swiming in sinful delights.

The wave came quick and was violent as I pushed in for one last time and shot my load into Van's ass. I grabbed him around the waist and he fell to his knees as my orgasm continued and I closed my eyes and when I opened them again, I saw the others standing around us, like Olympian Gods. The site of my comrades was all I needed as the final wave of pleasure hit me like a tidal wave and I almost passed out from the feeling of pleasure that was borne of raping my fuck buddy.


A few minutes later, Van lay on the mat, we stood over him stroking our cocks while he jerked off maniacally, his eyes darting back and forth, his face flushed an alarming shade of red ... when he finally came, he let out such a cry, such a sound, that for a split second I thought something was wrong ... and then I realized it was a release ... a purging of something that had been coming for thirty years. It was sort of like an exorcism, and through the seemingly unending streams of goo that shot out of his prick, Van was purging his demons.

An Hour Later.

The five of us, showered and sitting around in our underwear waited on the birthday boy.
I had drawn a bath with Epsom salts for Van. He had been soaking for about a half an hour in the guest bathroom. I left a bottle of good whiskey in there for him as well as a bottle of aspirins and some band aids . Van kissed me tenderly as I was about to leave the powder room and thanked me. I closed the door and let him be.

When he finally emerged and joined us in the dining room, we stood up, as if on cue and gave him a standing ovation. He blushed and smiled, and then we drank and gave him presents and enjoyed each other's company for a bit.

At around ten, I knew what was coming. The events of the afternoon were too powerful; Don asked if it was OK if he and Elliot could spend the night ... and then we all paired off.

Don took Van into the guest bedroom, while Elliot and Rick repaired to the basement, meanwhile Jon and I went into my bedroom.

I knew that Don wanted to have a long hot fuck session with the birthday boy, maybe show him a few more tricks; and I was well aware that Elliot and Rick were both in the mood for some more playtime.

Meanwhile, Jon had crossed a threshold tonight, and I wanted him to enjoy it.

We entered the bedroom and I said, "You are one tough little fucker". He smiled at me and I said to him, "Come on, I want you to fuck me raw tonight!"

So we wrestled around on the bed, and it went from playful to serious, and when I punched him in the face he paused, and I said, "Come on, punk, fight back!" and Jon let me have it sending me to the floor ... then we climbed back on to the bed and continued playing rough until I found myself on my back and the little stud was pounding away on me, cursing me out, spitting in my face. I grabbed his hair and called him a bastard, and then told him to fuck me harder ... and the pain was overwhelming and the pain was good.

And throughout the house,voices were raised in pain and pleasure, until the voices were swallowed by the night.

And In The End...

It's been both fun and somewhat therapeutic keeping this blog for the past couple of years, but for the most part the tales have been told and the story is over.

For those of you that need resolution, this is for you.

Andy: is alive and well and living in New York City. He owns a small successful business and has been in a committed relationship for almost ten years now. We see each other about twice a year.

Stu: passed away this past March. His sister called to give me the news. He committed suicide, there was no note and those close to him say that they had no idea what might have caused him to do this. In keeping with his wishes, there was no ceremony. He had been living in New England doing freelance illustrating as well as computer graphics at the time of his death.

Needless to say, I was devastated when I heard this. He was my first true love.

I hope he has found peace.

Chris: has been married three times. He has two daughters from his first and second marriage. He is currently divorced and still lives in Colorado where he manages a software distribution company.

I got an email from him when Stu died, it was the first time I had heard from him since 1986. He asked me to come see him in Colorado. I turned down his invitation but wished him well.

Van: still works with me. He is doing very well and recently met a guy that he is head over heels for (took him long enough!).

Aaron: I only heard from Aaron once after my time in L.A., and that was a phone call in early 1978. I have no idea what became of him. I hope he is well and happy.

Jon: moved to Europe in the early 90's and last I heard, he is now living happily in London working for the BBC.

Rick: and I are still together. He is still the most beautiful guy I have ever met, and has been my rock these many years. He hates this blog, by the way, and is always threatening to delete it!

Be that as it may, we have now been together for over twenty years - which has got to be some kind of record for a gay couple. I still love him like I've never loved anyone. He is one in a million and I am damn lucky to have him.


and that, as they say. is that.

Thanks for reading the Milkman's Baby.

My Love Is In League With the Freeway

...we stood, arms intertwined behind each other's backs, in front of the cracked mirror in that hot, dusty motel room and I looked at our reflection; his hairy sweat drenched chest still heaving in post coital satisfaction, my face flushed red from the same. And then we kissed. The hot skin of our chests pressed together, our mouths connected, my head spinning...what the fuck was I doing?

***

Back in the early 80's, much of Southern New Jersey was farmland and open roads. To the untrained eye, one might think that he was driving somewhere out in the Midwest as he passed miles and miles of cornfields or woods choked with pine trees.

Old motels dotted some of the back roads, built, one suspects, for the weary traveler making his way to or from the shore points that fill the eastern most edges of the state. With the advent of the Parkway, most of these old motels were used mostly for those looking for an afternoon delight or an address where no one could find them.

My fuck buddy, Van, was fond of the Jersey Devil Motor court which sat just off county road 611 just outside one of the state parks.

We had spent a long hot day at the beach and on the way home Van suggested we spend the night at the JD. I looked over at him in the passenger seat, he was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, his hairy chest wet with sweat, his dirty blond hair all askew. I reached over and grabbed his crotch and he smiled at me.

Officially, Van was still married. He had moved out of his home, his wife getting the place he had broke his back paying for, she also kept his car, and most importantly, she kept his children. He had some visiting rights, and for that he was grateful; but for the most part, this was wrecking him ... so, I remained a loyal friend and confidant. I did what I could, mostly I guided him on his sexual journey.

That journey had begun months earlier at work when he confessed to me that he was gay, and one thing lead to another, and we became fuck buddies.

I discovered over time, that Van enjoyed being dominated, and that was cool, I understood it. At work he was the go-to-guy, the top man. He was damn good at his job as a social worker, on a daily basis fighting the good fight; meanwhile his personal life was going to hell...so when it came time to hit the sheets, he wanted someone else to be in control.

That said, our relationship was what it was; there were no emotional entanglements, or so I thought ...

We checked into the Jersey Devil at around six o clock that early summer night. And once we got our room, we stripped down and immediately went at each other; Van was all over me, licking at my chest, kissing me, his hands going all over my body until they finally found my cock which he held on to tightly like a prize of some sort.

He quickly got on his knees and rubbed my dick all over his face. I could feel his hot breath down there and he was making me crazy with anticipation. I reached down and pushed his head towards my cock whispering, "Come on, man, now", and he opened his mouth and began sucking me off.

I closed my eyes and threw my head back and groaned in ecstasy, sweat dripping off me due to the heat as well as my libido.

It did not take long for me to shoot a load, and Van took it all, swallowing my seed and staying on my cock, draining every last drop out of me until I got weak in the knees and fell to the squeaky bed.

He climbed onto the bed, joining me, kissing me, all over, working from my crotch, then to my belly, and finally up to my chest where he landed biting at my tits ... I was getting hard again so I grabbed his huge cock and pulled him towards me and this time I kissed his mouth, tenderly and with passion. Then I pulled back for a second and looked at him, I don't think he knew how beautiful he was; and in the glow of the fading summer sun, he looked almost other-worldly, like an angel.

Then I went down on him, slowly taking his thick piece into my mouth, savoring it, swallowing it, I could still smell the aroma of coconut on him, that beach odor, and I wanted to eat him alive.

He was shaking now, I knew he was gone, so I cupped his ball sack with a free hand, and with the other went for his left nipple and gave it a tweak, all the while, sucking him off as best I could ... when I felt him begin to stiffen and arch his back, I swiftly removed my hand from his nuts and brought a couple of fingers to his asshole, and as soon as I connected with his tight hole, he came in my mouth and let out a shout ... he tasted sweet, almost as sweet as coconut ... but maybe that was just because that the smell of the tanning oil on his body was overwhelming ...

When he was through we kissed again, and the passion from earlier was still there, this was more than just a friendly kiss shared by buddy's ... it scared me, but it was so beautiful and so perfect, I just went with it.

Fifteen minutes later, we lay in bed nursing a couple of cold beers; as we swigged the chilled brew nothing was said. From outside, I could hear a woman yelling something until finally a car in bad need of a new muffler roared to life and took the screaming woman with it.

It was dusk now, and a breeze began to blow the moth eaten curtains bringing in a slightly cooler temperature. It felt wonderful.

Then I turned to my left and looked at him, his cock fully erect again, as was mine, and he said, "I have to tell you something, I think I'm falling in love with you."

"NO!" I said, sitting up, my bottle of beer falling from my hands and to the floor spilling everywhere, "Don't ruin it, man! Just enjoy it, don't over think it, don't over analyze it", I was going into panic mode now, "It's just that I am the first guy you've been with, you are confusing sex with romance, big difference dude, trust me, BIG difference..."

And he put his hand over my mouth and said softly, "Don't tell me what I'm feeling, I know what this is, and I can't help it..."

I fell back on the bed and said, "Van, you don't want me, trust me, my love is in league with the freeway!"

He laughed out loud and said, "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means that when ever I don't have a good come back, I quote a line from a song", I said flatly.

"It's OK, I'll work this through, I guess it's kind of like falling in love with your therapist", he said without a hint of irony in his voice.

"Yeah, something like that", I said staring up at the ceiling which was full of water spots.

After that, he turned on his side and fell asleep. A few minutes later, I did the same.

***

A loud crash of thunder woke me at around two in the morning. I sat up in bed with a start and saw the Van was not there. Blindly I made my way across the small motel room until I heard the shower running in the powder room. I paused for a minute and then grabbed another beer out of the cooler. After I took a swig I went on a search for cigarettes and found my pack on the dresser. I lit up and went to the window and was greeted by a strobe of lightning followed by another thunder clap that made me jump out of my skin. I saw from the light in the parking lot that it had not rained, this was heat lightning ... strangely, the night had grown warmer. I blew smoke out the open window and I did not even hear Van as he came back into the bedroom.

He slipped his arm around my waist and lay his still damp body against my back. He smelled of Ivory soap and faintly of some kind of after shave. I cursed myself for it, but I was getting aroused again.

I turned to him and said, "Look, I'm sorry I acted the way I did earlier..."

"It's OK," he said, his face solemn, "I understand where you are coming from, and I don't want to scare you away ... I just need to know that you won't take off now."

"Never, man, never, I swear."

We kissed again and then I said, "Let me go grab a quick shower, I'm feeling kind of ripe."

And with that I made my way to the bathroom and showered.

When I came back out, Van was sitting up in bed, his cock at full mast.

I dived on to the bed and yanked at his member saying, "Brother, you have got one huge fucking piece," and I slowly stroked it making a fist that engulfed his prick. As I squeezed it tighter I said, "Why don't you fuck me? I mean, I saw you in action that one time last spring in North Jersey, you threw a great fuck into that guy at that garage..."

He smiled at me and said, "Yeah, but I like getting fucked, especially by you, I love how aggressive you get, it really turns me on."

"Well, I can be just as aggressive under you brother"...

I lay on the bed while he lubed up, and as soon as I felt the tip of his cock at my butt I yelled out, "Come on baby! Fuck me like you mean it! I want it hard, I want to remember this, don't let me down, punk!"

When his cock slipped in, I gasped, not at all prepared for the girth of it at all, but I kept playing, yelling out, "Yeah! Now ride me, you mother fucker! Come on, you know you want to!" When he slapped my ass, I laughed out loud and said, "That's what I'm talkin' bout!"

His cock felt so good, and It was cool to have some one else in the drivers seat, such as it was, for a bit.

He fucked me at a steady pace for a few minutes and then he cried out, "Gonna shoot!" and he pulled out and sprayed a stream of his jizz all over my back.

I was about to get up off the bed, when Van dashed into the bathroom and took a towel and cleaned my back off.

"Thanks", I said, and then I pushed him down on the bed and said, "Now I get some of the beautiful ass of yours, bitch."

I spit on the head of my cock and dived on top of him as he lay on his stomach. His tight ass was a challenge as always, but eventually I got in and he started moaning in pain. Slowly, I pumped him and every time I went in he would gasp.

Finally, I started pounding him and he began bucking like a wild stallion and smashing his fists into the mattress, biting at the pillows. I smacked at his ass a few times and called him a bitch and he cried out, "YES!"... and I was off to the races...

When I felt the orgasm coming I held my breath, I really did not want to cum just yet, but it was as if Van's body knew what I was thinking, and it seemed that his asshole tightened around my cock, and I lost all control shooting my load up into his guts, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, the room going gray and then, engulfed in pleasure, I fell onto his back and bit him on his shoulder, the sound of his screams like music to my ears...

...Exhausted, I fell on top of him and was about to say something when he pushed me off of him and worked his way free and then pulled me off the bed...

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked.

He pulled me over to the dresser, to the mirror with a huge crack in it and said, "Look".

We stood, arms intertwined behind each other's backs, in front of the cracked mirror in that hot, dusty motel room and I looked at our reflection; his hairy sweat drenched chest still heaving in post coital satisfaction, my face flushed red from the same. And then we kissed. The hot skin of our chests pressed together, our mouths connected, my head spinning...what the fuck was I doing?

"Do you see what I see?" he asked after we finished kissing.

Finally I turned to him, and took him in my arms and held him as tight as I could and whispered in his ear, " Remember, my love is in league with the freeway", and he laughed and said back to me, "Stop quoting Robert Plant and just enjoy this..."

And we kissed again, and once more a crash of thunder filled the room, and once more I wondered, what the fuck I was doing?

But the two guys staring back at me from the broken mirror remained silent.

The Next Morning

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was Rick's ass, slightly exposed as his briefs were riding down some, the crack of his ass inviting me, my cock stiff with the anticipation of a morning fuck... The two of us made our way out of bed, leaving Andy and Van curled together in a spoon. I turned to Rick, his eyes still somewhat bleary from sleep, his dick tenting the front of his briefs and we made our way down the hall to the bathroom...we brushed our teeth and then kissed, I ran my hands through his reddish hair, shaggy and longer than he'd ever worn it...he kept his arms wrapped around my waist and then let his hands drop to cusp my ass...we kissed some more as we rubbed our bulges up against each other...then we made our way downstairs

In the kitchen, by the sink, he went down on his knees and took my cock in his mouth and began sucking me off. I braced myself by laying my hands flat on the edge of the sink and leaned back while he slurped and sucked on my morning wood. I began pumping his face, and he brought his hands up, pushing at my butt, bringing me in closer...bright October sunlight filled the kitchen through the window over the stove, and warmed my bare skin...I said his name over and over while he went down on me...then I reached down and pulled him off me, raising him to his feet until he faced me and we kissed again, the taste of my precum on his tongue. I reached for his briefs and felt a wet-spot were his cock head had been leaking. Then I let my hand reach down to release his member. We continued kissing and I squeezed his dick, which was as rigid as mine. Again we did the old bump and grind, our bodies electrified. Finally, I yanked his briefs off and let my left hand wander to his bare ass while I fondled his crack. This made him moan and he tore at my underwear so that now we were both naked. I turned him around and embraced him from behind, my cock lay flat at his ass crack, and went around his chest to his nipples which I pinched...then I reached forward and grabbed his cock and began milking it...and just like our first time, he said my name and his head fell back and I knew he was going to shoot his load any second...I licked at his ear lobe and whispered to him that I loved him, all the while never taking my hand off his staff. I could feel my own slime dripping from his ass cheek on to my inner thigh and then...

Another set of arms from behind embraced me, a familiar cock was pressing up against my ass, we both jumped for a second as Andy decided he wanted to join in...Rick turned and saw him and smiled and just then, Andy reached in between my legs and grabbed at my ball sack. Now I threw my head back and moaned as he switched off and went for my tits, sending those white hot shards of sensation through me...we moved around and faced each other, kissing and fondling each other; at some point I found myself in the middle of the two of them, Rick's cock half way in me, while Andy's erect and steel-like, pressing against my own...I gave my old friend a deep soulful kiss that was returned in kind and then pulled him closer to me...finally, someone said, "How come Van is missing all of this?"

We found him coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his neck and his underwear on, "Don't think you'll need those just yet I said", pointing to his briefs. He smiled wickedly and made his way back into the bedroom...

...like the night before there were no words...we merely took turns using Van. He sucked at our cocks obediently and enthusiastically always seemingly wanting more. Finally we turned him over on his stomach and we slapped at his beautiful ass a few times before Andy starting plowing him first. Like a jackhammer, my buddy went at it while Rick and I crouched on either side jerking off. A few times we smacked at his face with with our cocks. Andy let out deep elongated groan when he came, yanking his dick out and shooting rivers of jizz on Van's back...when he was through I took over, shoving my cock into his waiting hole. I felt him buck under me, he was grunting in pain as I rammed him...and just then, Rick mounted my ass and began fucking me; so now Van was being chain fucked by the two of us...the feeling was so damn intense I was not sure I was going to be handle it for very long, but I did and every time I shoved myself into Van, it was met with Rick doing the same to me, until the three of us were one convulsing ball of sweat drenched flesh...

When I came I didn't even have time to pull out, and I found myself biting Van on his left shoulder while rivers of pleasure mixed with the sharp pain of Rick's cock up my ass...and then I felt Rick's juice fill me up as he collapsed on top of me and the three of us were breathing heavily, gasping for air.

Rick pulled out and fell back on the bed next to Andy who was laying with his arms behind his head and then I pulled out of Van and turned to the two of them and winked at them and then we hoisted Van over and the three of us went to work on him, taking turns at his dick and tits, encouraging him to shoot, encouraging him to let go... until finally he let out a roar shooting several ropes of cum straight on up into the air...his handsome lion like face a mask of extreme pleasure...

Later on , the four of us washed and dressed, we had coffee in the kitchen. I did not say much, as I was content, and when I am content I shut up. So, I watched my lover, my best friend, and my fuck buddy all sitting around the table, drinking coffee, making small talk, while that October sunshine continued flooding in the windows and I realized that, all things considered, I might just be the luckiest man in the world...

Hitting The Mats

After I had fashioned my basement into a playroom, I wanted to include a makeshift wrestling ring. Rick, as it turned out, was pretty good at drawing up blueprints as well as working with a band saw...so in the matter of about three weeks, we managed to quarter off part of the basement with an elevated squared-circle complete with turnbuckles.

Rick and I tested out the ring a few times; and not only did it stand up to body slams and suplexes, the mat itself was perfect for some post match action. Frankly, the sight of Rick in boots and a form fitting pair of tights always made me weak in the knees, so the little fucker actually won a few matches by default because I could not wait to rip his trunks off and fuck him. Shit, I'd let him pin me if it meant I could violate him later!

This one time, Andy, dropped by, he'd met Rick before, and they got along great, and I showed him the playroom. His eyes grew wide with anticipation when he saw the ring and he said, "So let's wrestle! Man it's been ages since I've hit the mats."

I decided that we might want a fourth, maybe get into to some tag-team action, so I phoned my fuck buddy, Van, who was always up for a little fun. Truth be told, it would be less a tag match and more a squash job if Van was involved. I filled in Andy and Rick on how we'd play this. Van was a hot guy, and he had a great body, but he liked to be manhandled. Rick was aware of this as the two of us had on more than one occasion had Van over for some three ways, and the third man out was always our bottom boy...he craved being used, and I understood why; you see, Van was currently running a social service agency and was in charge of everything. Nothing got past him, and he ran that place with such finesse that he'd already been cited by the Governor for several awards... he was a take-charge guy in all aspects of his highly regarded work life: but when it came to carnal matters, he liked someone else to do the driving, and that was cool in my book.

Before Van had even arrived, Andy and Rick were already in the ring going at it. Good god, watching these two studs go at it kept my cock at full fucking staff. While Andy was stronger, Rick had youth and stamina on his side. Still, the guys were pretty evenly matched, and while they kept switching headlocks on each other, I noticed that they both sported hardons.

When they fell to the mat, they each tried to dry hump the other's ass. I found myself stoking my own cock when Andy got Rick in a choke hold and reached down into his tights and began squeezing his nuts. Rick cursed him out, and then shocked both me and his opponent by breaking free of the hold and reversing the situation by straddling Andy in a school boy pin and rubbing his crotch on his face...that's when I jumped into the ring and broke them up...they both tried to put up a fight but I manged to pin them both down and told them to save something for the main event...what the fuck, I could have screwed them both right there and have been happy. Nonetheless I subdued them with a double choke hold until they both cried, "Uncle" and then I broke the hold and helped them up. That's when I heard the doorbell ringing upstairs.

Van was wearing a tight pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt with his college's name emblazoned on it. I let him in and we paused in the living room. He looked slightly apprehensive, so I decided to break the ice by grabbing his crotch and pushing him up against the living room wall and said, "Glad you could make it brother, you ready for some fun". I watched as a smile crept across his handsome face, and felt his cock swell through his pants. I held him against the wall for a moment more and then smiled back as I squeezed his bulge, "That's what I'm talkin' bout" I said letting him go and showing him to the basement.


Van and I wasted no time getting into it. We entered the ring and locked up wearing jeans and t-shirts. It did not take long for me to overpower him, and I guess I was sort of hoping he'd put up a struggle, but he really didn't. I pinned him flat in seconds and then gave him a playful, but sharp smack on his ass...I then motioned Andy and Rick over and said, "Strip him down boys!"

Immediately, they both attacked Van, tearing at his clothes while I stood in the center of the ring watching. Van feigned that he was putting up a fight, but he was digging it. When his shirt was discarded, revealing a well muscled chest with pumped up pecs and rock hard nipples, Andy wasted no time pinning his arms behind his back, while Rick undid his jeans. He was wearing a blindingly white pair of tights that accentuated his firm hot ass, as well as his bulge.

Now I stripped down. I wore black wrestling briefs and had black leather wrist guards and a pair of well worn boots that Chris have given me years ago. Then I stood on the lip of the ring and watched the action...

...Andy with his well toned, compact body. His broad shoulders and well developed physique a testament to his New York lifestyle, his hair cut in a conservative manner...a far cry from the skinny hippie kid I knew back in high school...

... Rick tall and lean, with what they used to call a "swimmers build", his bubble butt encased in those form fitting tights, also black, his reddish/brown hair, which he had let grow out, gave him the look of boyish bohemian...

... Van, built like me. Tall, husky, a nice carpet of light fur on his chest, a head full of dirty blond, curly hair, a slight beard that gave him a lion-like appearance...and that ass of his, the one poured into those tight white shorts...I could not wait to make him submit and fuck him...

The boys were still double teaming Van, they had him down on the mat, Andy was choking him with his legs, while Rick was scissoring his chest with his legs ... I could see Van was sporting a major woody while taking the punishment like a man, and that really turned me on.

They continued, Andy being the one who was really going to leave Van hurting come tomorrow morning...at one point he actually lifted him off the mat and into the air(some feat considering that Van must have outweighed him by at least fifty pounds), and then dropped him flat before leaping onto him, crashing his left knee into Van's gut. Of course, this did not surprise me as Andy (like me) learned from the best...hell, Chris had turned us all into pseudo pro wrestlers... nonetheless, I was glad to see Rick manage to get Van into a figure four and actually make him plead for mercy; I leaned over the top rope and high fived my guy for that...then I tagged in.

Rick and Andy left Van crumpled on the mat at my feet. As they climbed outside to wait on the lip of the ring, I reached down and lifted Van up by the back of his trunks and said, "OK pal, fun's just begun" and I flipped him to face me and got my arms around him and put him in a bear hug. He threw his head back and gasped for air... I could hear Andy and Rick howling from the sidelines in approval. I shifted his weight again, and crushed him even harder, bringing my arms around as tight as I could until I felt him go limp and fall onto me like a puppet...his cock being the only part of him that seemed alert and ready for action.

I let go of home, and he fell to the mat. I then reached down and lifted him back up by his hair, and quickly got him into a side-headlock. I applied as much pressure as I could, my bicep crushing the side of his head...I walked him around the ring and taunted him, all the while grinding his head with my arm. Letting go of him for a minute, he looked around, dazed, his face flushed red, and then I locked both of his arms in mine from the back and shoved him over to my boys.

Rick to the opportunity to give him a quick chop to the chest, while Andy, who was barefoot, brought his left heel up and connected with Van's groin; he doubled over in pain, falling into the ropes and this set Rick and Andy into motion as they began pummeling him with cheap shots...I held Van secure and then pulled his head back again, at which point, Rick grabbed his nipples and gave them a quick tweak followed by a double punch to his meaty pecs...then I let him go and tagged in Rick who flipped across the rope with the grace of Jimmy Snauka and began bouncing around Van, throwing punches and slaps until he finally tripped up the big guy. Rick dove on-top of him now and threw an iron claw deep into Van's stomach causing him to howl in pain.

I stood on the lip and causally draped my arm around Andy, the both of us sweaty and charged, and my old buddy said, "That boy of yours is something else, man. He sure likes to mix it up!" I nodded and smiled and Andy put his arm around my shoulder and we stood there cheering on the tough little red-head who was putting a world of hurt on his opponent.

When Rick tagged in Andy, Van was treated to a host of leg splits, and hammer-locks...finally, Andy scoped him up and following my lead, put him in a bear hug. It was hot watching the little muscular stud, crush the bigger beefier guy...my cock was so hard now, it actually hurt, I cheered on my buddy and Rick yelled out, "Fuck him up, man!" Van threw his head back again in pain and pleaded for mercy, but Andy was not giving in, "You like it, bitch, don't ya?" he taunted through gritted teeth, and then Van yelled, no actually he screamed, "I GIVE! I CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE!" ... so Andy tightened the hold and made it last for at least twenty more seconds until he finally let go of Van, who fell to the mat like a sack of potatoes.

Andy stood on-top of his victim and flexed once for Rick and I, and we cheered him on... and then we joined him in the ring and started kicking at Van, we asked him if wanted a rematch, Rick pulled me aside, his eyes filled with an almost an malevolent look of glee and said, "One more time, daddy, I want to hear him beg, one more time..." So I yanked Van up and once more put him into another bear hug, crushing him in my arms; Rick laughed, a dark deep chuckle and while I was punishing the beaten bottom boy, I noted that his cock was still as hard as a rock. Finally he submitted again, and again, he was dropped to the mat... and in a matter of seconds the three of us had our tights off, and were standing around the fallen stroking our cocks planning our next move...

**********

I was first, I made myself comfortable, resting my back against the mat's turnbuckle and lifted Van's head by yanking him up by his hair...there were no words as he opened his mouth and went down on my throbbing cock. He sucked me in that familiar desperate way of his...I know this may sound funny, in light of what we just put him through, but I really liked Van, he was a great guy, and these games we played with him were something he dug, and I wanted him to be happy and I wanted to share this brotherhood with him, I knew he liked being used and he liked being roughed-up, and it was cool, it was all consensual, and there were no complaints...

that said...

...as he sucked me off, Rick slipped on a condom and started fucking his ass. Andy was on his knees next to Rick urging him to go deeper, when he kissed Rick , I almost shot my load into Van's mouth, it was that fucking hot...my best buddy and my lover making out; I shoved my cock deeper into Van's mouth and he sucked me off with a wild abandon... a few minutes later, we shifted, Now Andy was getting head from Van while Rick continued fucking Van's ass. I moved behind my lover and the sight of his beautiful ass going up and down was more than I could take, so I slipped into him and we chain fucked...I looked up and my eyes met Andy, and he winked at me and the three of us pumped and fucked at Van until we switched off again...

...now we had Van on his back and I was deep in him, pounding him for all I was worth. Rick crouched down over his face and leaned in and played with my tits while I fucked. I heard him tell Van to "Eat me out, bitch", and I watched as Rick's face morphed into a million faces of pleasure...I leaned forward and kissed my lover and then Andy was at my side and I kissed him, and then Rick kissed Andy and then the three of us exchanging saliva and I pulled out and gave Andy a go at Van's ass..."Oh what a tight hole!" he exclaimed as he began fucking him like a rabid bunny, and while that happened I took Rick in my arms and kissed him passionately and he lay down next to Van while I fucked him, and Andy looked over and watched me fucking Rick and I looked over at him fucking Van and we leaned into each other and kissed and it was just as passionate as it would have been ten years earlier...he still was my best buddy and I loved him, like I loved Rick and like I loved Van...and so we continued...

...and finally we stood over him, the three of us and we jerked off and we came and shot loads and loads of seed all over Van. I can still recall the three of us almost collapsing onto Van's prone body when our orgasm's shook us...and as we were coming, we touched at each other with our free hands, we needed that connection, that touch that electric feeling that we shared ... like brothers, lovers and who knows what all?

When we were done, Andy and Rick were starting to head out of the ring, and I stopped them. I took them aside and whispered to them both and they nodded their heads...

... I gently helped Van up and noting that his cock was still rock hard, I told him to stand up.

Andy knelt down in front of him and said, "Thanks brother" and then started sucking him off. Van through his head back and moaned in pleasure while Rick and I fondled his ass and played with his tits... he shook and moaned while Andy blew him and I whispered in his ear, "Go with it, brother, come in his mouth, make him swallow your cum"... and Van let out a roar, shooting a monster load that Andy tried to swallow, though most of it rolled down his chin and onto his chest...he collapsed into our arms and Rick and I helped him out of the ring.

Later on the four of us crowded into my shower and we washed each other off, we used soap and warm water and kisses and the four of us held each other in that shower and no words were said then... or later...

...when we all crowded into my bed and rested...

...and before I drifted off, I gave Rick a kiss and he smiled sleepily at me, and the last thing I saw that night was his goofy grin as I drifted off into a dark, dreamless sleep...

Three Way Trick, Three Way Treat

So there I was, in bed, naked, stroking my cock. To my left was my fuck-buddy, Van and to my right, my latest obsession, Rick. I was glad that Van was getting a chance to meet Rick, and vice versa; I was also glad that three of us were going to fuck.

It was the Saturday before Halloween, 1986. Rick was over for the weekend again, lately we’d been spending more and more time together. Sometimes I’d fly out to Colorado, while other times Rick would come east. My credit card was getting a work out, but love knows no financial limitations, I suppose.

Rick and I were getting serious, no doubt about that. Our extended-long distance weekends were usually spent beneath the sheets, but more than that, we were making plans for the future – our future. But in spite of all of that, Rick shared my enthusiasm for experimentation. We had engaged in a couple of three-ways and even an orgy once. However, when all was said and done, we fell back into each others arms, happy that we had found each other, secure that we’d go home together. This was the relationship I’d always wanted… the realtionship we both wanted...


So there we were in bed. Me in the center. The TV was on; we were watching professional wrestling, the three of us getting off on the beefy guys beating the hell out of each other. Lex Lugar was working up a sweat busting some jobber on the screen. The sound was muted and the stereo was on, softly playing a local radio station. It was late, the glow of the TV and a couple of candles on the dresser provided light.

Rick leaned over and began to nibble on my nipple. I felt his rod pressing up against my thigh as he did. I held his head down at my chest and whispered that I loved him into his ear. He rose up from me and looked me in the eye; “I love you” he said, his eyes reflecting the glow of the candles.

We kissed one long wet and sloppy one.

On the TV Tom Zenk was flexing his muscles, his package bulging mightily through his tights. I pulled Van over and told him to suck my dick and he obliged and then turned back to Rick and kissed him again.

Rick watched Van go down on me and then pushed Van’s head down on my crotch and said, “Suck him, motherfucker”.

I kissed him again while Van slurped at my engorged member.

Van adjusted himself and was between my legs, his head bobbing up and down. I had a hard time catching my breath and began to arch my back. Rick moved over and kissed my chest and started biting my nipples again. I reached around and grabbed at his cock and gave it a yank. I got a handful of pre-cum and brought my fingers to my lips to taste his salty seed.

Van kept sucking.

“Why don’t you fuck him?” I groaned to Rick.

Rick got up and went to the head of the bed, in the dim light I could see his cock bouncing as he stood in front of the TV and watched as he flexed, his lean arms notwithstanding, a couple of impressive biceps bulged, and then he pointed to Van’s upturned ass and I saw his impish expression as he quickly grabbed a condom and encased his cock and with out a word rammed himself into the guy who was sucking my dick.

Van jerked up for a moment, his eyes wide. He let out a yell and Rick said, “Shut the fuck up, you know you want it, bitch”.

I could not believe what I was hearing; who knew my little guy could be such a top man?

I heard a loud crack as Rick slapped Van’s ass and began pounding him in earnest. I grasped him by his hair and pulled him back down on my own cock.

On the TV I saw the wrestlers bathed in sweat, chest to chest. The Z Man was punching his opponent into submission.

Rick was pounding Van into submission also.

“Fuck his ass”, I commanded.

He looked my way his eyebrow arched, and he grabbed Van by the left shoulder and pushed into him even more. Once again, Van lifted his head and cried out. I rammed my cock back into his mouth like a gag to shut him up.

I got to my knees and arranged myself and fucked Van’s face while Rick took care of his ass. Then I leaned forward and pulled Rick towards me and we kissed, the both of us using Van for our pleasure; getting off on his hot mouth and ass.

On the TV, I caught a glimpse of a wrestler holding another down on the mat, on his back, like he was fucking him.

I got off the bed and stood behind Rick, my cock rubbing up against his alabaster ass and rubbed up against him. I brought my arms around my lover and slowly entered him even while he fucked his conquest. Rick was moving in wave like motions, and his ass met my cock and I went deep inside of him in no time.

“Don’t stop, keep fucking that bastard” I whispered in his ear. I reached around and began to pinch his tits while the both of us were engaged in a duo-fuck.

Van let out deep growl first when he shot his cum up, some of it landed on Rick’s shoulder.

And then Rick began to shake, I knew he was coming; I knew what it was like. When he started, I held him and kept my cock in him to the hilt until I felt myself doing likewise.

My orgasm made me push him back down on the bed, on top of Van who was gasping for breath at this time.

I pulled out and shot all over the both of them and watched the white milky fluid drip all over both of my boys; Rick came at about the same time and he cursed up a blue streak while he kept pumping Van’s ass…

A few moments later, the three of us were in the shower, washing each other off, the gentle spray of warm water relaxing our tired and spent bodies.

I gave Van a friendly kiss as we toweled off and Rick did the same.

Then I turned to my red-head, and took him in my arms and kissed him and told him I loved him.

Life was perfect…

Make It About Revenge Then

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Sweet Relief

When I was working my first civil service job, I had a co-worker named Van. He was a very handsome guy and a natty dresser. He was also one of the kindest and most conciseness social workers I’d ever met. His demeanor was quiet and somewhat reserved and I assumed he was gay because, well because of many factors. Imagine my shock when I found out he was married and had several children. Anyway, I chalked the whole thing up to my imagination and buying in to the stereotype that all gay men are a certain way.

One day, Van and I were assigned to a case that gave us some time out of the office; field work they call it – you go into the belly of the beast and see what you can do to help a situation that is befalling some poor unfortunate -- anyway, we ended up going to a house where a domestic violence issue caused the police to ask us to see if the kids of this unhappy couple were alright. It was a nasty scene when we got to the house. The mother was bruised and obviously stoned out of her gourd, and dad was missing ; we had to make a call and we ended up moving these two little girls into a foster home…man nothing busts your gut like taking two screaming children away from their family, no matter how fucked up the situation is. All you can do, is steel your resolve and hope for the best; which is what we did.

It was evening by the time we finished up and we drove back to the office that bleak January night. We talked about what had transpired and once again I was taken with Van’s sensitivity concerning the two children we had just placed, “God, I hope we did the right thing, “ he said as I glanced over to the passenger side of the car, “those girls deserve better than that”. I nodded my head in silent agreement as I stole another glance at him…my goodness but he was handsome. Not stunning, just handsome with a pleasant face, a curly crop of dirty blond hair and goatee; in the changing light of passing cars, I could see his eyes sparkle…at least I thought they were sparkling, and then I realized that they were wet with tears and that he was quietly weeping.

I did not know what to say or do, so I kept focused on the road and noticed that a light snow was starting. Turning on the windshield wipers I cleared my throat and asked, “Are you ok, Van?”

It was silent in the car for a few seconds and then he said, “Sorry, I … you see, I am in the midst of a really messy divorce right now, and it’s causing havoc with my kids and seeing those two little girls tonight…ah, fuck, I’m sorry I’m such a wuss,” he sniffed.

“No need to apologize and I am sorry to hear about your divorce”, I patted him on the knee and he jumped. “What’s the matter?” I said, assuming that I might have hurt him or something.

“Just kind of jumpy is all.”

We got back to the office at around nine in the evening. The place was deserted and dark, and we let ourselves in with a key and locked the door behind us. I had never been in my office at night, and I had no idea where the circuits were, so we walked into one of the small conference room that was lit by a soda machine. I flopped in a chair deciding how I was going to find my way back to my desk so I could collect my things and go home when Van said, “Can we talk?”

“Sure” I said, sounding preoccupied as I continued trying to figure how I’d see in the dark.

“I really like you”, he said standing facing the soda machine.

“And I’m fond of you, now what’s this all about?”

And then he told me that he was gay and that his marriage broke up because he told his wife the same.

“OK,” I said realizing that something else was going on here, I could feel myself getting aroused.

“I am in such a fucked-up place now; I just need someone to touch me, someone to hold me…”

I undid my coat in record time and sat on the table next to where he was standing and I put my hand on his shoulder as he continued, “I need to know that I am not alone, I need …”

I put my hand on his arm, and rubbed it gently and pulled him towards me; “Do you really want to do this?” I asked him softly. He replied by giving me a rather sloppy kiss.

Knowing that the office was vacant save for us, I told him to relax and made a seat for him on my lap as I sat perched on the edge of the conference room table. I held him around the waist and slowly undid his shirt. He lifted his arms and I took the shirt off. He was wearing a “wife beater” under this which revealed some nice shoulders which I began to massage for him. I watched as his head lolled to the side and he moaned softly as I tried to undo the knots in his upper back. I moved my hands to his neck and rolled my fingers softly at the base of his skull and he moaned again. I noticed now that he was grinding into my lap while my cock was revealing the way I felt.

He turned and faced me with a stupid half smile on his face and he kissed me again. This time I took the lead and let my tongue explore his mouth. He tasted of spearmint gum, which he had been chewing earlier. Then he moved away from my mouth and started kissing my face moving to my ear and he whispered softly, “Can I suck you off, please”.

I pushed him down gently to my crotch and he unzipped my pants and freed my member which he attacked like a madman. “Whoa, sport, “I said feeling some pain, “Watch your teeth.” He pulled back for a second, chastised, and went back to work sucking away. His head rhythmically bouncing up and down like some sort of machine; I lay back on the table and kept my left hand on the back of his head meeting his rhythm.

He stopped suddenly and began coughing. I smiled and said, “Got to pace yourself, dude”, and then I grabbed him by the hair and kissed him again tasting that spearmint again as well as my own taste, “Drop your pants, let me show you how it’s done”.

His dick was magnificent, long and thick with a patch of redish blond hair at the base of it. I crouched down in front of him and put my mouth on it; licking the head and slowly began to massage his balls. He went stiff and the next thing I knew he came in my mouth. “Jesus,” I said, “You really are a beginner”, He began to apologize and then I put my hand up to this mouth. “No need”, I said.

I grabbed a soda from the machine and gargled with some Sprite and spit into a trash can.

He was standing there, his cock in his hand. He was still hard. “Do you want to fuck me?” he asked.

I pushed him over the table marveling over his bubble butt. I spread his cheeks and spit on to his asshole and then slowly entered Van. He started to moan again, a slow persistent moan that grew louder the deeper I went. I reached around with a free hand and put my palm over his mouth and he bucked once like a stallion at the rodeo. It was then that I began to fuck him in earnest.

I slammed his sweet ass with everything I had and grabbed a handful of his thick hair, lifting his torso up from the table, he yelled out again, “CHRIST!” he proclaimed and with that I gave his left cheek a good hard slap and said, “Whatsamatter, bitch?”

“Nothing,” he screamed, “Don’t stop, hurt me!” I slapped his other cheek now and pulled him back even further, “Like this, huh?” I said menacingly knowing that he was getting off on the power play. Then I reached around his chest and began pinching his nipples; he screamed out again and that was all I needed…

I pulled out of him quickly and shot my load all over his back, into his hair and just then he flipped over like a gymnast, his legs spread and shot another load of his own. I leaned down over him and kissed him roughly on the mouth while we continued draining the last drops of cum from our bodies.

***
Van and I became fuck buddies after this in earnest. For the next year and a half we got together after work at least once week for some sweet relief. More so, I helped him in his quest in building a new life – I saw him through his rough divorce and he helped me become a better social worker … and with all of that, the sex was the cherry on top of this cake…