Jungle Love

Jon and Rick, lay on the king size bed, their tight firm asses exposed. Rick , I noted, was humping the bed below him, he was primed for a good fucking, and I was ready to deliver it, in fact, I wanted to fuck the both of them ... but first I wanted to blister their beautiful butts, leave them both with some burning evidence of my twisted jungle love; the love that I had for the both of them.

I turned and reached for the thick leather belt that was on the floor by the bed, wrapped some of the slack around my fist and then raised my arm, marveling over how the strap managed to brutally land across both of their sweet bums at the same time...

A Cabin in The Woods

Late July, 1989.

I rented a cabin in upstate Pennsylvania. This was a private camp ground that Chris and I had spent some time at years ago. It was one of those places that horny gay men went to commune with nature. Most of the men were friendly, and the variety was as varied as could be. One could find bears, drag queens, twinks, chubs, muscle men or whatever else managed to float your boat. So yeah, it was a small piece of paradise nestled in majestic hills of the Poconos.

The day we arrived, the three of us, Rick, Jon and I, took immediate advantage of the small lake behind our cabin. we stripped down to nothing and dived into the warm waters of the lake. It was almost baptismal in nature, a trio of road weary travelers reborn into randy woodland sprites...we three emerged from the lake with raging hard ons and wasted no time in relieving ourselves of the pent up sexual energy.

We traversed to a small group of trees, where Jon stood, facing the trunk. He raised his cute ass and Rick and I took turns poking him until we shot our loads, and then I took the young dark haired wild boy into my arms and milked his cock for him while Rick worked on Jon's tits ... we never let him touch himself, so when he finally had his orgasm, it was beyond his control and he seized up and bucked as several heavy loads of his spunk shot straight across and landed on the tree that he'd been supporting himself on earlier.

After the preliminary fucking was out of the way, the three of us returned to the water and dived in again. This time we found the warm embrace of the lake soothing.

After we'd dried off, the three of us went back to the cabin. It was a small, comfortable space with a huge bed set off to one side, a potbelly stove and sink, and a small bathroom just off the kitchen space. Windows looked out into the woods, and Rick opened several of them to let in some fresh air.

After we unpacked, the three of us fell onto the bed and one by one, we dozed off.

I woke up first and made my way to the bathroom to take a leak. When I was done, I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and made my way back outside, leaving my two tuckered out companions asleep on the huge bed.

The late afternoon sun bathed the world in an orange haze that was only offset by the many trees and their leaves giving a green tint here and there. I breathed in deep, enjoying the clean mountain air and decided I'd take a stroll.

About five feet down the path I saw a hand painted sign nailed to a tree that read, "THIS IS A HORMONE FREE ZONE!"; scrawled under it some one had penned, "THAT'S WHAT YOU THINK, MARY!" I laughed out loud until I came to another sign that read, "CONDOM'S SAVE LIVES! " ... ah, the constant reminder of the 300 pound gorilla in the room with all of us.

Following a dirt path, I made my way about a quarter mile until I came upon a small store with the impossible name of, "Mountain Mama's General Store". Inside I was greeted by a large tough looking woman of about sixty with a beautiful smile, and a mane of white hair that she wore to her waist, who assisted me in grabbing what I needed. After I was packed up and had paid, I shifted the two overstuffed paper bags in my arms and made my way back.

About ten feet from the cabin, I spied two middle aged men in the woods standing near a stream, they were embracing and kissing tenderly. I smiled to myself and continued on my way.

Brawling Buddies

That night we ate steaks and washed them down with beer. After dinner the three of us made our way to the common hall, a large building in the center of the camp site. For this evening it was decked out like a disco with spinning lights and bass heavy music.

The place was packed with men, as well as a few dozen outrageously attired drag queens. As Donna Summer music played, Rick said, "Leave it to our brethren to bring mediocrity with them where ever they go." Jon rolled his eyes and I laughed. Rick's words notwithstanding, the three of us found ourselves on the dance floor, and for the next few hours we danced like fools and worked up such a sweat, that by the time we headed home, we had all stripped our shirts off.

Outside in the night air, away from the smell of smoke and battling colognes, I breathed in deeply and said, "Something about this mountain air makes me so damn horny!", and I turned and gave the boys an arched eyebrow. We walked along, and for some reason the mountain forest seemed more like a jungle to me, full of wild animals ready to pounce ... Just then Rick possessively slipped his arm around my midsection and pulled me close, and I threw an arm around Jon, and then the three of us walked back to the cabin, our cocks growing harder by the second.

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Rick wasted no time once we were back inside, as he dove on top of me, knocking me to the bed. We wrestled around on the king size piece of furniture, tearing at each other's pants and grabbing for each other's cocks. I managed to get him into a bear hug, and I squeezed him as tight as I could, laughing as I watched his face flush red. Dropping him back on to the bed I yanked Jon over, who'd been watching and stroking his cock, "Come on man, let me watch you two wrestle for a bit, and I want to see some dirty action."

It really must have been something in the air as I never saw these two as worked up as I did that night. They faced off in the center of the room, each one getting in a few righteous punches on the other before they actually locked up, and then, before my eyes, they were struggling against the other, their bodies tensing, their muscles flexing and being tested, their erect cocks bouncing like tall stalks of corn in the wind.

Rick took charge early, getting Jon into a full nelson and almost lifting him up off the floor before he broke the hold. Then he shifted to a more tortuous camel clutch that, no doubt, left Jon in a lot of pain; still the little stud held his own and refused to submit, even with Rick taunting him to do so, and promising him that if he didn't there'd be more to come.

Man, I was so digging this! I sat on an easy chair and stroked my own woody while the two buddy's brawled.

At one point, Rick managed scoop Jon up and lay him backwards across his shoulders in a reverse fireman's carry. Rick stood proud, his cock now leaking pre cum as he paraded around with his opponent finally crying out in pain.

I had to admit, Rick did me proud. He was really a tough little stud.

But, I was feeling a bit sadistic, and thought it might be time to give Rick a taste of his own medicine.

I jumped up, took off my pants and approached Rick who was still basking in his gladiatorial triumph, and with out a word, I gave him quick gut punch that sent him and Jon to the floor.

"Motherfucker!" he growled trying to get to his feet as I reached down and lifted him up by a handful of hair. I shoved his face to my erect cock and rubbed my leaky dick all over him, meanwhile Jon was getting his bearings as I called it, "Come on, grab his fucking arm!"

The dark haired youth was on it like a flash, taking Rick's left arm and twisting it behind his back. Rick cried out in pain, and Jon twisted his arm even further back. From my vantage point, I could see Jon's hard cock pressing up against Rick's ass cheeks ... and it made me crazy.

I stood in front of Rick, slapping at his face with my hard prick while Jon kept working on his arm, "Punk bitch," I taunted him, "Gonna' lose and get fucked like a bitch tonight..."

"Yeah", Jon chimed in through gritted teeth, "Tell him man, tonight he's our piece of ass!"

As soon as Jon let go of him, Rick charged me, but I was ready, and as he bound in my direction, I swooped him up in my arms and got him in another bear hug. I lifted him off the floor as he struggled and cursed up a blue streak. I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against me as I increased the pressure on his lower back. Try as he may, he could not get out of my grip, and so he started yanking at my hair, trying to pull it. Just then his body jerked and he screamed out, "Ahhh my balls!". Jon, the sneaky little bastard, had reached under Rick's ass while I held him and had given his nuts a healthy squeeze.

Once again, I released him and he fell back to the side of the bed. I turned to Jon and gave him a smack on the ass and said, "He's all yours, stud."

I watched as Jon used every trick in the book against Rick. I had almost forgotten that he wrestled in high school, so the kid was a fantastic technical grappler , and he looked damn hot naked stretching his body and Rick's body into the myriad of holds he was using. Finally, when he had him pinned, I said, "Great work, buddy, now bring him over here."

Jon held Rick's arms behind his back and pushed him in my direction.

I looked at my redhead, his body slick with sweat, his chest bruised, his ego somewhat deflated...and yet, through it all, his cock remained rock hard.

I reached up and took hold of his nipples, twisting them back and forth as Rick once more cried out in pain. Then I said, "Quit it, or I'll give you something to yell about". And then I had Jon release him and as the two of them stood before me, breathing heavily, I grabbed them both by the hair on their heads and threw them face down on the bed..."Alright boys, playtime is over." I said as I studied their gorgeous asses which were now presented to me.

Jungle Love

Jon and Rick, lay on the king size bed, their tight firm asses exposed. Rick, I noted, was humping the bed below him, he was primed for a good fucking, and I was ready to deliver it, in fact, I wanted to fuck the both of them ... but first I wanted to blister their beautiful butts, leave them both with some burning evidence of my twisted jungle love; the love that I had for the both of them.

I turned and reached for the thick leather belt that was on the floor by the bed, wrapped some of the slack around my fist and then raised my arm, marveling over how the strap managed to brutally land across both of their sweet bums at the same time.

I gave them both six good lashes with the strap, especially concentrating on Rick's ass, leaving it with welts ... something nasty in me was really stirring tonight; I secretly feared that had I not tossed the belt aside, I might have drawn blood ... and well, that might put a damper on things.

Then I pulled Jon up and embraced him, he reciprocated and we both kissed lustily and sloppily. And then Jon pulled back from my lips and jerked forward biting me on the chest. I growled in both pain and pleasure and pulled his head back using his hair. He stared defiantly at me and I kissed him again, only this time, we kissed roughly, nipping at each other's tongues Then I pushed him down to my chest, and he began sucking at my nipples, licking and tweaking them ... he was so good at this, I almost shot my load.

"Awright buddy, let's give Ricky some of what he's been asking for", I whispered. And then we both heaved Rick up off the bed and shoved him against the wall. I smacked his ass and had him spread his cheeks, and then I spit on my hand and began toying with his tight butt hole. Rick moaned in pleasure while I wormed my fingers in and out of him, I turned for a second and watched Jon, his face all earnest longing, as he lubed up his cock.

"Go for it", I said stepping out of the way.

Man, I never saw this side of Jon before. He was like an unleashed beast as he stepped up to Rick's ass and shoved his cock in and began pumping away on him with such ferocity that Rick's head was slamming up against the wall.

I moved around front and put my cock up to Rick's lips and he took it and began sucking me off while Jon continued ramming him ... I closed my eyes for a second and then opened them and stared straight into Jon's. We reached forward, the both of us, and flicked at each other's nipples.

I wanted to get closer, I wanted to fuck Jon's ass also. So I pulled my cock out of Rick's mouth and moved behind Jon, I spit on my cock and rammed it deep inside the little stud. Then I brought my arms around his chest so I could play with his tits while he fucked. The kid's ass was tighter than I remembered, and I whispered into his ear, "You shoot your load up his ass, that will really make him your bitch".

Jon laughed low and said, "Aw man that cock of yours up my ass feels so fucking good."

And with that I rammed the little bastard as hard as he fucked Rick and soon the two of us were in a rhythm and all the while Rick moaned in pleasure.

As I fucked, I let my hands traverse Jon's sinewy body, at one point I pulled his head back and we kissed, and then I went back to his tits, twisting them while I fucked him, and while he fucked Rick ... and a few minutes later I felt him tense up as he proclaimed to the night, "Coming!" in a broken voice, and then he rammed into Rick , threw his head back and let out a long moan as his body shook and shivered.

When he was done, I pulled out of his ass, and then threw him off of Rick , and took his place. My cock was lubed with Jon's still hot seed, and it drove me wild. And then I saw Jon, his cock still rock hard, stand in front Rick. He yanked at Rick's hair and lifted his head, and then flexed a muscle and said to his buddy, "Worship me, bitch!"

And that did it for me ... as soon as Rick began licking at Jon's bicep I felt myself spasm in pleasure, my knees going weak, and my head full of psychedelic colors, and as I shot my load up his ass I screamed out in pleasure, feeling like a year's worth of pent up release issuing forth...my orgasm was one for the books.

I fell onto Rick, exhausted and covered in sweat. Meanwhile, my juice and Jon's, ran down Rick's still spread legs.

And then, I summoned up what strength I had left, and carried Rick to the bed, and then Jon and I took turns at his cock until he finally let go with a geyser-like explosion of cum that splattered both Jon and I as we hovered over his prone, beautiful body.

Afterwords

We slept late, the three of us.

The next morning, I stumbled out of bed and after a long hot shower, put on a pot of coffee. I turned on the radio that sat on top of the small ice-box and Patsy Cline sang, "Sweet Dreams".

Throwing on some clothes, I stumbled out of the cabin in to the brisk morning air, and once more took a deep breath of the sweet air. A group of men were walking by and one of them, a pleasant looking guy with thinning hair and a sweet face yelled out, "Good morning!" I waved at him and his companions and watched them disappear down the road.

Inside, Patsy was still singing.

A few minutes later, Rick joined me outside. He came up behind me and embraced me. I turned and we kissed and then he said, "Man, that was intense, last night." I nodded my head, and he continued, "I think Jon feels like the king of the world." I smiled and stared straight ahead.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

I pointed to the two trees directly ahead of us and whispered into his ear, "I'm thinking that Jon would look nice secured to those two trees, maybe spread eagle like... what do you think? Maybe you can give him a little pay back for last night."

"I think you're a sex crazed pig, is what I think", he said in that flat familar voice of his.

"I can't help it , there's just something in the air here that brings out the animal in me.", and with that, I gave him another kiss and we walked back inside to have a cup of coffee.

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.

***

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.

***

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.

***

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...

Multiple Orgasms

My cock was hard, aching, yearning for his mouth.

Rick leaned over and opened wide, a small stream of saliva drizzling down on the knob of my piece. I could feel his warm breath as I rested my hands on the top of his head, my fingers getting lost in the unruly mop of reddish-brown hair, and as his lips and tongue met my member, for some reason, I flashed on an image of him from earlier in the day ...

... We'd been dating for well over a year and were spending an awful lot of time together. Of course with Rick living out west and me in The Garden State, a lot of air travel was involved - but distance does indeed lend enchantment - therefore we both found great discount rates to fly almost across the country just so we could spend time together ... anyway, earlier in the day, I was at the Philadelphia airport waiting for his flight. I sipped coffee to keep me awake as it was only five AM on that cold November morning as I perused the early edition of the paper, and after about a half an hour I caught site of him coming into the holding area.


He wore a leather jacket that was open, a black scarf was draped around his neck, his hair was flopping up and down as he anxiously made his way to me, the jeans he was wearing fit him nicely, and on his feet were a blindingly white pair of sneakers. God help me, but it was as if I had not seen him in years, and he looked so damn ... handsome.


...with his mouth on my cock, I gasped. He swallowed my stalk while his tongue rubbed around the bottom end of it. I threw my head back, engulfed in pleasure. He was naked except for the leather jacket that he kept on. I reached around and grabbed at one of his nipples, pinching and holding it tightly ... a primal moan echoed up though he remained on my piece. Then I pushed his head down further, he gagged but never removed himself. I lay back and closed my eyes for a second while my boyfriend continued giving me a blow job...

...in the car at the airport, we put his suitcase in the back seat and then climbed into the front. The lot was empty as we sat in the car waiting for the heater to kick in and warm up the interior. We kissed, and then without a word, he unzipped my jeans, and I smiled and did the same to him. And then we slouched back a bit and jerked each other off, keeping one eye on our surrounding and the other on the task at hand. In a matter of minutes with both shot a couple of healthy loads all over each other and laughed. We cleaned up quickly with a few paper towels, and just before we drove off, he noticed a small string of my jizz on the sleeve of his leather jacket. He licked it off and then kissed me, and I tasted myself in his mouth.

After awhile, Rick adjusted himself so that his cock was at my mouth, while he was still sucking me off. 69 was fine and I attacked my beautiful guy's rod with as much enthusiasm as he did mine. As always, the faint odor of Ivory soap and musk greeted me as I came in close to his bush of dark red pubic hair. In a matter of seconds I began tasting his seed as his cock leaked precum. I reached up and grasped his firm ass checks, squeezing them and pushing him further into my mouth. I felt his body shiver ... and still he continued slurping away on my manhood...

We stopped at a diner in South Philadelphia for breakfast and he commented on the funny way that people talked in this part of the city, and then when the waitress came by to refill our coffees she said to him, rather matter of factly, "You ain't from around here, are ya' hon?" and he gave her one his rather flat smiles and said, "No, mam, I'm from Ohio". The waitress, an older woman with a huge silver beehive considered what he said and then replied, "You can tell, you got manners, that's rare these days."

We left her a big tip and drove back to New Jersey. In the car, as a light snow outside began to fall, we chatted for a bit, and then I told him that i liked that leather jacket of his. "I thought you might" he smirked. Then I grabbed his crotch and said, "Keep it on when we get home, I want to fuck you while your wearing it..."

Now I am laying flat, Rick is sitting on my cock, facing me, looking down at me. His face is contorted in a mask of pain, his hair, slick with sweat. His chest is shiny with perspiration also, he is still wearing the leather jacket. I reach up and grab his tits and yank on them and he roars out in anguish. And yet, his cock is standing straight up and with a free hand, he jerks it while he is bobbing up and down on me, sending me to untold places of pleasure. His ass is so tight and my cock is being squeezed and coaxed while it is deep inside of him.

He starts cursing me out, he calls me a bastard, when I pinch his tits again and he throws his head back while his eyes roll up. Just then he grabs onto his cock and starts yanking in earnest and shoots a monster load of juice that squirts up and lands all over my neck and chin.

When I see this, I feel a wave of pleasure hit me, it seems to roll up from the base of my feet until it envelopes everything and I can not seem to catch my breath as my orgasm hits and I begin bucking and I shift my hips upward and call out his name followed by a stream of obscenities... and then wave after wave of pleasure takes me over as my head fills with colors all borne of this beautiful guy who is sharing my bed.

When we got back to my apartment we showered together, it did not take long for the both of us to start pawing at each other, our naked bodies bathed in hot soapy water. At one point Rick grabbed my arm and yanked it back and then bit me hard on the neck and for all the world I thought of that painting of Dante and Virgil in hell witnessing the naked men attack each other. I always liked that painting, and figured that if hell was really like that, I'd have no problem in the afterlife.

We continued wrestling around in the shower until we ended up in a clinch, each holding onto the other's cock, and we jerked off bringing the other to an orgasm while the hot spray of water caressed our bodies.

Dried off, but still horny, we made our way to the bedroom. Rick slipped back into the leather jacket and I watched as his cock sprang back. We drew into each other's arms and began kissing until he pushed me down to the bed and then Rick leaned over and opened wide, a small stream of saliva drizzling down on the knob of my piece. I could feel his warm breath as I rested my hands on the top of his head, my fingers getting lost in the unruly mop of reddish-brown hair, and as his lips and tongue met my member, for some reason, I flashed on an image of him from earlier in the day ...

If You Try Sometimes, You Get What You Need

The club was filled to capacity that cold snowy night in March of 1991.

This was the sex club, the private place that my fuck buddy Van and I had discovered a few years back. The same place where I met Elliot and Don, the place were Rick and I would come to work off some steam via the arms and lips, and sometimes, the asses of like minded men.

It was a sexual paradise, this old drafty warehouse that some claimed was owned by a certain Mob Boss in Atlantic City, and therefore was never raided.

Whatever the case, I loved coming here. Not just for the sex, and there was plenty of it to be had, but sometimes just get off on the vibe, the energy that is generated by a group of horny men getting it on.

Tonight, I came stag. Rick was in New York City for his job, I called him earlier and told him where I was going and he said, "Have an orgasm for me, I'm going to be stuck in a meeting with a bunch of middle aged married couples and then dinner at one of the client's houses."

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It did not take long once I entered the place. Mike and his fuck-buddy Mike (whom I always referred to as Mike1 and Mike2) met me at the lockers and as I was undressing the two guys, their rods stiff and ready, were already pawing at me. I kissed Mike1, enjoying the feel of his constant five-o-clock-shadow rub against my face while Mike2 waisted no time on his knees sucking me off and then switching over to Mike1. I liked these two. They were a couple of tough little guys, hairy and not afraid to mix it up. Mike2 had a beautiful ass and I made a point of reaching down to give his cheeks a couple of hard slaps, and when I did this, Mike1 said, "He likes getting smacked, hit 'em harder!" So I obliged him and gave Mike2 several more smacks that actually left my right hand kind of sore. When he stood up and I saw the red mark I had left, I figured that I had done my job.

Now they both were on my tits, sucking at them in unison making me groan in ecstasy. Mike1 reached for my cock and stroked it slowly, never taking his mouth from my left nipple, while Mike2 bit at my right tit and fondled my ass with his free hand. Then Mike1 let go of my cock and raised his head from my chest and began kissing me again.

Before to long, Mike2 was on his knees in front of me, his ass raised and I slipped on a condom and began plowing him while Mike1 fucked his buddy's face.

We'd drawn a small crowd of verbal guys all stroking their cocks and cheering us on. That's when I caught a glimpse of Karl, the muscular little blond. An older guy of forty-something. For a man of his age, he had the body of a teen body builder. He locked eyes with me, and like a greedy kid in a candy store, I pulled out of Mike1 letting another guy take my place and made my way over to the hard bodied hunk, his cock leaking jizz. He smirked as I peeled the condom off I was wearing and tossed it into a trash barrel.

"Hey big boy", he said in his snarky voice, as he reached out and gave me a strong hug. Both our cocks pressed into each other as we embraced and I began dry humping him. Somewhere in the cavernous room music was playing, I think it might have been something by Guns and Roses. It was loud but the ambiance of the room made it echo.

Karl and I went from hugging to kissing, it was a soft sweet kiss but it burned, especially when he met my grinding. We fell onto one of the old chaise lounges that were strewn abut the establishment and continued making out, both our dicks dripping sap all over the other and I marveled over his firm body, his tight ass, and his beautiful hairless chest and his pink sharp nipples.

As we embraced and continued kissing, I felt his arms and he paused and flexed his right bicep for me which I licked like some kind of flesh covered lollipop. Frankly, his body was making me insane with lust. That was when I whispered in his ear, "Not for nothing, but I'd love to fuck that tight blond ass of yours". He laughed a down and dirty chuckle and said, "You have to earn that privilege, my boy." Once more, I'd almost forgot that this hardy specimen was almost 12 years older than me, I was treating him like some kind of young punk ... but I think he dug that because he said "Though Jon told me that you fuck like an animal"...of course, how could I have forgotten that before he left for Europe, my buddy Jon had been having a hot and heavy relationship with Karl. God knows what these two discussed during pillow talk.

I sat up and easily flipped him over so that that his ass was exposed to me and gave it a smack and said, "Did he tell you that I like to play rough sometimes?"

With out missing a beat, Karl shifted and turned over and wrapped his muscular legs around me giving me a pretty good squeeze and said, "Yeah, he did. Maybe some night you and me could go a few rounds and wrestle to see whose gonna' top who". Once more his smirk and snarky tone of voice, and once more his cock at full alert made me more excited, so I pulled his legs apart, straddled his chest and sat on him, my own cock dripping pre cum all over his lips and replied, "That sounds like something I'd be up to".

He opened his mouth and took a few drops of my juice, licked his lips and smiled up at me. I was about to shove my piece into it when I felt a pair of monstrous arms wrap around my torso and literally lift me off of him.

For a split second I found myself airborne and was one part shocked and delighted, and one part pissed off by the fact that the blow job I'd been anticipated had been interrupted.

Then a familiar deep, playful voice filled my ear, "Wait until your boyfriend finds out about this, slut!" It was Elliot in all his boyish, baby bear charm. We both laughed and began roughhousing a bit, trying to get the other into a head lock. When he could not get the upper hand, the randy teen stud grabbed my cock instead and yelled out, "Gonna' make you scream, uncle!"

And then, another set of lips on mine and more kissing. This was the excited, raw kind of kisses of youth. Full of fumbling and enthusiasm. When I got a chance to breathe, I took a deep one savoring Elliot's musky odor.

He was wearing only a tight pair of black briefs - his huge cock pushing down with the head of it peeking out through the bottom. He was making my mouth water.

"Where's Don?" I asked.

"He's down with the flu, gave me his blessings and..."

"Say no more, Rick's in New York..."

"Fuck me?" he asked interrupting me, his face sincere, almost desperate.

There was new music playing now, echoing like before, it was something goofy, a country song, something about a breaking heart...

We moved to a corner where another lounge chair was, and climbed on top of each other. More kissing, he bit my tongue several times...I did not care ... I was numb with all kinds of pent up lust ... we embraced in a bear hug, our bodies similar in size we were equally matched, we both enjoyed the feeling of crushing each other in our arms ... I shoved his head down to my cock and he sucked on it with an enthusiastic furor that made my head spin ... while he sucked I reached under his chest and began working on his nipples, I roughly pinched them and the kid moaned and groaned his approval, never taking his mouth off of my throbbing cock ... and then I told him I was going to fuck him so hard he'd have trouble walking... A few moments later, I slipped on a rubber and lubed up and then slowly mounted him ... he let out his war cry that I had heard before when he was in a state of coital bliss ... I pulled on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me and subsequently pushing me in deeper, this time he let out a yelp that echoed across the club drawing others around us and once more, we had a group of approving spectators... but I was long gone by now, and I decided that his hot piece was going to remember this night for a long time ... I slapped his ass a lot and then grabbed him around the waist my hands traveling up his well built furry chest until I found his tits and gave them such a tug that he threw his head back and cried out, "Motherfucker!" I leaned down and bit him on the neck and then said, "Shut up, and take it, you asked for it!" ... he turned his head and without missing a beat he said in a hurried breath, "Love it, man! Fucking love it!"... the crowd now was into it and cocks were exposed and men were drawing into each other's arms and dicks were being sucked and condoms were being put on and more guys were fucking each other, it was blowing my mind, all of this sexual energy...

Elliot shot straight up and let out another war cry and then blew a monster load of cum that flew in and almost projectile stream. His body shook and shivered as he was wracked by his orgasm and then I gasped as I was overcome with shakes of pleasure - I closed my eyes and felt the rush of delectation envelope me. I knew my hands were grasping Elliot's shoulders tightly and I could have sworn that I felt electricity from his body coursing through mine, all around me the world went hazy as I felt rushed for breath, the pleasure taking me to dark environs in my head...it was just me and the bliss that stemmed from my cock and went straight to my brain.

Then I collapsed and fell next to the sweaty jock at my side. We held each other tightly and kissed softly ... the Rolling Stones were singing, actually it was that choir of voices singing "You can't always get what you want" - it was church-like thanks to the club's acoustics. Meanwhile, all around us others were shooting their loads. A group of guys were sitting to our left and they were all stroking their dicks, half of them at the stage of release. I saw Karl and some Asian guy in a deep kiss, Mike and Mike were on the floor, on a mat, going at it sixty nine style...and the music continued playing hitting that crescendo and Elliot put one of his arms around me and pulled me close to him and I felt a chill.
Later on in the parking lot, the both of us cleaned up and bundled up against the snowy night, I walked him to his car. He turned to me looking adorable in a wool ski cap, and we embraced, our heavy winter ski jackets making the sound of nylon screaming as they rubbed up against each other.

Expecting a friendly hug, I was a bit dumbfounded when he kissed me instead. I returned the kiss because, all things being equal, Elliot really turned me on. And then he said, "Hey man, let's not tell our guys about this, tonight. I want this to be something..." he paused for a second, snow falling on his upturned face as if he were searching the winter sky for the words he wanted, "I want this to be or special moment. Maybe we can do it again."

"Elliot, I'd like that". I said not realizing that I was actually speaking the unvarnished truth.

"Jesus Christ, I needed something tonight, something special, and I got it, I think." he said hugging me again.

I did not know what to say after that so I told him that I best be on my way and after one more hug and kiss, I made my back to the car.

Inside my automobile, I started the engine and waiting for it to warm up, I fumbled through a stack of tapes until I found the one I wanted. I shoved it into the player and turned on the windshield wipers that cleared the snow and allowed me to see clearly. And then I drove out of the parking lot as Mick Jagger sang, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need."

Gee But It's Great To Be Back Home

I was closing my eyes and screaming in pleasure as my cock was being milked by Chris. He held it firm in his large hand, coaxing every drop of cum out of it. Andy was under my spread legs, licking at my balls making them churn in a storm of unbridled bliss. Stu was behind me, his thick snake-like cock resting flat against my bum crack while his arms encircled my torso, his fingers flicking and pinching my hyper sensitive nipples. Every now and again he'd whisper an obscenity into my ear, his hot breath making the small hairs on my neck rise.

I tried to delay myself, but I could not, and soon I was over the edge and falling in a kaleidoscope of bright colors as my orgasm hit, as my body shook in insane seizures of gratification ... I felt myself lean back into Stu who held me firm, I could hear Chris's dirty laughter as he held firm on my spitting dick.

When Andy reached up and shoved a finger up my ass, I let out another scream and shot again and was about to yell out when I found Stu's mouth on mine and we kissed rapid and sloppily as the pleasure slowly rolled away replaced by a warm rush of satisfied exhaustion.

Just then the voice of the DJ on the radio interrupted by saying in his silky, deep voice, "You are listening to the top 100 of 1977 to celebrate this first day of 1978. Up next, it's Fleetwood Mac and Go Your Own Way..."

It was New Year's Day, about two in the afternoon. Me and the guys had spent the night at Chris's house, and since we were all pretty hung over from the night before, none of us woke up until well after noon. After we all took showers, one by one we returned to the bedroom and for the next several hours, we fucked and sucked each other something silly.

When Lindsay Buckingham started singing, Chris yanked Andy up by his hair and had him lick my cum off his chest. I was still a bit wiped out so I lay back on the bed and watched.

As Andy obediently lapped my sticky seed off of Chris's muscular chest, Stu reached out and began fingering the little stud's bubble butt. He stopped for a second and looked around the room and when he saw what he wanted, he reached for it; a discarded belt that he quickly weaved around Andy's straining prick. When he had it taught he yanked on it roughly making Andy gasp and stand up straight.

His cock jutting straight up, the belt hanging from it, Andy found himself being restrained with his arms bound behind his back by Chris while Stu started doing a number on his tits. Stu mercilessly pinched the little guy's nipples until they were as red as a sunset. Once in a while he'd pause and yank on the belt causing Andy to jerk forward, only to have Chris yank him back.

This went on for a few minutes until a long stream of precum started leaking from Andy's cock.

Stu undid the belt and tossed it aside and then came up behind Andy and started coaxing the little stud to cum. Chris lay back on the weight bench, just under his dick and said, "Let me taste some of that good stuff, fucker"

I sat transfixed as I watched Andy's body tense, his muscles seeming to come into stark relief, as Stu nibbled at his neck while his hands remained on his chest, tormenting his rock hard tits.

When he came it was quick - he threw his head back and let out a yelp which was followed by a deep moan, then a thick stream of his juice came shooting out of his dick landing all over Chris's face and neck. The entire time, Stu never let go of him.

Finally, he fell to the floor gasping for air and I watched as Stu's face came down on Chris's, at first licking the jizz on it, and then kissing. Soon the men were engaged in a long savage kiss, their bodies entwined until they fell into each other's arms.

Just then the DJ said, "Next up is Ann and Nancy Wilson of Heart with Barracuda, on the top 100 countdown of 1977 !"

I thought of Aaron for a moment and of my own Barracuda, the one up in the hills above Hollywood. The one who savagely had fucked me and then had tossed me aside. But for some reason, that thought made me hard again.

Chris and Stu were standing in front of me now. Both of their cocks hard and ready. Chris snapped a finger and pointed down on his member, and Stu pushed my head onto Chris's cock.

So I sucked it. I reveled in the taste and smell of him, so familiar, so exciting.

I grabbed his granite hard ass and pulled him closer and listened in satisfaction as he sighed in pleasure. Soon I am down to the root and he is fucking my face. It takes a few minutes to realize that my ass is being played with. Stu's hands are all over my butt, manhandling me.

We move. I get on my knees on the bed and Stu has his thick cock shoved into my willing butt and the pain and the pleasure is overwhelming, and then Chris puts his cock back into my mouth, and I am being had at both ends and once more my cock feels like it might explode.

And then we move again, I am now on my back and Stu is banging me like the old times. His jet black hair, flops down across his forehead, his chest expands and contracts while his impossibly handsome face is ruddy and dripping with sweat, and he leans forward, baring down on me more, it feels like he might split me in half and then he kisses me, and I pull him even closer.

His eyes roll up into the back of his head as I feel his sap shoot into me, so I reached up and grab his tits and twist them as hard as I can and he lets out an almost primal sound as he shoots more of his juice deep into me and then he collapses on to me and says, "I am so sorry you left, I made such a mistake..."

And before either of us can react, Chris is standing over us, he grabs Stu's head and shoves his dick into his mouth and Say's, "Suck me off, fucker!"

Stu and I disengage and I make my way to Andy and we embrace and kiss and I can taste his sweat and cum in his mouth. His cock is hard again, and so is mine. So we stroke each other off leisurely as we watch Chris fucking Stu's face.

Jefferson Starship is playing on the radio now, Play on Love.

Eventually, Chris gets Stu to the work out bench and has him lay on his belly. He mounts him and begins fucking him causing the wrought iron bench to shake. I watch Chris's ass sway and move in that strange erotic dance of his, and Stu is screaming out in pain and Chris is enjoying it calling him a punk.

He slaps his ass a few times and it is so loud that it sounds like gun shots.

Then he pulls out and flips Stu over. Standing over him, Chris starts jerking his cock and says in a deep whisper, "Your gonna drink it".

I watch as Chris, the Alpha Male, his muscles tense, looking like a Greek statue come to life, his mop of curly hair all askew is pulling on his massive member now, and just before he shoots, he punches Stu in the chest and Stu opens his mouth to yell and this is met by an unbelievable geyser shoot of jizz that lands directly on his lips and his tongue.

After Chris had his orgasm he helped Stu up from the bench and the two of them joined Andy and I on the bed. Chris looked over at me and saw my stalk was primed and ready, and then he saw that Andy was hard again also.

"Stu, looks like we got more work to do".

And with that they went down on us. Chris at my cock, and Stu at Andy's.

And as I was being sucked off to the umpteenth orgasm of January 1st, 1978 I closed my eyes while the radio played more of the top 100 and I thanked whatever cosmic luck had brought me to this moment.

It was good to be home after all.

Like Jacob Marley's Ghost ...

Christmas morning, 1987 - very early.

I woke around 5:30 with morning wood, which was surprising considering the amount of sex I'd had the past few days. But on the other hand, how could I not be hard when on either side of me, on the pullout sofa bed, lay two beautiful guys so full of the rising sap of youth, they kept this 29 year old guy feeling like he was 18.

Jon was on his back, his arms tucked under his head, his bare chest slowly rising and falling in the dim multi color glow of the Christmas tree lights. Rick was on the other side of me, his head laying on my chest, his reddish-brown hair all askew, his bare ass revealed as he had kicked the blanket off of him sometime during the night.

I let my hand drop to his butt and he sighed softly in his sleep. Just then Jon shifted and turned on his side and pushed his back into me. I put my left arm gently around his shoulder and closed my eyes ... I drifted back to Christmases past ... to that Christmas morning in 1977 when I woke up in the living room of that rich Hollywood producer, me and Aaron and a bunch of other guys crashed out on the sofas and floor of the producer's place - or that Christmas night I spent in a flea-bag motel with Andy and Chris, the three of us fucking each other silly through the night - there were dozens of other memories, linking me to my sordid past like the chains that Jacob Marley's ghost was doomed to wear for an eternity ...

I came out of my revere as my cock was being toyed with.

Jon was slowly squeezing my rod. I turned and saw that he had shifted and was facing me, his eyes still heavy with sleep. I let my hand travel under the covers and found his thick piece which was stiff and warm and squeezed it gently as a trace of his pre-cum drizzled onto my fist.

Shifting some, I turned to my side and lay facing him while Rick moved and spooned me.

Jon's eyes were half open, and he smiled faintly as I continued caressing his staff. Then he moved in closer and cupped my balls in his hands and with great care, he massaged my sack ... I let my left hand travel up his chest until I found his right nipple which I circled as it grew as hard as a diamond cutter's tool.

He pulled in closer until we were embracing, arms around each other, while we slowly began to grind our hips, our cocks responding to the friction and warmth from each other's bodies - and while the spirit was willing; a few moments later we drifted back into a doze...

When I woke again, it was to the sensation of hands firmly kneading my back. Rick was straddled and massaging me. Next to an orgasm, it was probably one of the finest ways to be roused from slumber, and I moaned in grateful appreciation.

As his hands traversed my back, I felt another set of hands working on my legs. Jon was massaging them, and I closed my eyes as the boys rubbed me into a state of bliss.

After about twenty minutes of this pleasure, I felt Rick lay on top of me, his cock wedged between my ass crack. He began to slowly dry hump me. Before too long, I felt his morning sap begin to drizzle down my ass cheeks and then he rolled off of me and lay at my side, his cock jutting forth, the head of it all wet and reflecting the holiday lights.

Now it was Jon's turn, and the young stud mounted me and began to move gracefully, like a dancer, as he rubbed his cock above the small of my back until finally he entered me.

I'd never had Jon's cock in my ass, this was new, and the kid deserved it, so I let him have at it.

He fucked me gently and frankly he was doing a good job, so I raised my hips, pushing my ass up to him more . I opened my eyes and saw our reflection in the mirror over the dining room table in the small apartment. While Jon was fucking me, Rick was fingering his ass. The two of them looked like shaggy haired angels bathed in faint holiday lights.

My cock was so hard by now that it ached.

Jon got off of me and now the three of us embraced, hands grasping for pricks, arms wrapped around each other tightly, breathing heavy...one of them bit me on my neck. I reached around felt for Jon's ass and gave it a very firm smack that echoed off the walls like a thudercrack.

With his ass raised to me, I mounted Jon using just a little spit for lube and started ramming him - I felt like I had a year's worth of cum waiting to unload - my god his ass was tight. While I fucked him, Rick got off the sofa bed and stood watching us, stroking his rod, smiling cockily ... I could see long ropes of pre cum falling from his piece.

I grabbed Jon's dark hair and yanked his head back, I spoke for the first time that morning, I greeted Christmas by saying softly, "Oh you tight ass little bitch", and then I gave Jon's rump another hard slap - he moaned loudly and whispered, "yes, yes, yes" over and over... and as the pleasure began to mount in me, my mind went to a million different places and once more I found myself flashing back on prior Yuletide carnal goings on, and for a split second I realized that this morning would be added to my own chain of links...

Then Rick slid back onto the sofa bed and shoved his dick into Jon's mouth and he began fucking his face, holding Jon's head down on his cock - and then our eyes locked for a second and that was all I needed.

As I stared into those emerald green flints I felt my orgasm hit and it took my breath away as the room swam about me a multitude of flashing holiday lights and pre dawn color from the windows, and I watched as Rick's body tensed and his mouth opened as he moaned loudly like a crazed spirit haunting this world, and he shot his load into Jon's mouth causing the kid to gag and cough, but Rick kept his cock in place and then I felt my final wave of pleasure hit and I fell onto Jon's back as he himself was shaking, shooting his seed onto the sheets beneath him...

After we three all had our orgasms, we embraced and kissed. Morning funk breath, the smell of cum and sweat everywhere, we wallowed in our sins and our stench and none of it mattered.

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An hour later, the sun was up and cold gray light filled the living room.

The sofa bed was stripped of it's sheets and folded back up.

The smell of coffee brewing filled the air.

A heavy mist of steam hung in the hallway from the showers that were had.

And then, in t-shirts and old dungarees, the three of us exchanged gifts and sipped coffee and ate bagels. Outside, the snow began again and since the three of us had nowhere to go, we watched, like children from the window as the world became sugar coated. And then, sometime later, we kissed each other and properly wished each other a "Merry Christmas". And as the day wore on, we spent some time in the enclosed hot tub and smoked marijuana and drank wine and laughed ...

... and all was right with the world.