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.

Fathers and Sons

For a mind numbing moment I found myself like this: my arms restrained behind my back by Elliot, the hunky 19 year old jock's huge cock was rubbing up against the crack of my ass, his breath coming heavy as he bit at my ear ... in front of me, Don, his wolf-like face intense as he reached forward and started tweaking at my nipples, twisting them and pulling on them while his thick cock dripped honey all over my own ... next to me, Rick was fondling my ass cheeks, his hands sliding all over my ass. I watched as he leaned forward to kiss Don, and then back to plant one on Elliot... I closed my eyes and gave in to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that assaulted me from all sides, and when he released me, the next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in the muscular arms of Elliot, and we kissed an energetic, sloppy kiss while the hands of Don and Rick played over our bodies ... We both moaned in unison until we were pried apart.

1: The Coach's Story
Rick was away in Ohio visiting his family, so when I got a call from Don Rockman inviting me over for a drink, I told him I was coming stag. He said that was OK, because Elliot, his boyfriend, was working, and he had the entire afternoon to himself.

Don's place was an impressive home in a rather swanky town in Southern New Jersey. I was duly impressed not only by the Victorian abode, but by the BMW that sat in the driveway.

He greeted me at the door, wearing a button down shirt that was open to the waist and a pair of khakis that showed his impressive bulge. We shook hands as he said in his deep, masculine voice, "Glad you could make it."

Over a couple of glasses of scotch, Don and I sat in his living room and shot the breeze. I could not help but notice that his taste in furnishings was a lot like him. Simple, non-fussy, but ultimately very comfortable and inviting. The dark wood that paneled the walls and the plush leather chairs and sofas seemed like an extension of the man himself.

He asked me a lot of questions about myself, and I had to admit that it was kind of fun watching his jaw drop as I told him about my lost weekend in Los Angeles .

"You hustled?" he said, his eyes wide, "Come on, you're pulling my leg!"

"God as my witness", I said as I sipped the scotch.

He really seemed interested in my relationship with Chris. And he nodded his head when I was through telling him about that saying, "I guess he toughened you up."

"To say the least", I replied.

And then he said, "But, and I'm not passing any judgments here, but that whole relationship sounds like it was pretty dysfunctional. I mean I like to play rough, but sounds like Chris had some issues."

"I guess he did. I guess we both did.", I sighed and then added, "But it was what it was. You can't un-ring a bell".

And then it was his turn, and for about an hour, I sat silent as Don told me his story ... his upbringing in Maine, his distant father and mother, his first homosexual experience in college, a failed marriage, a narrow escape from being drafted to Vietnam, the many friends and lovers he lost to AIDS, his career as a physical education teacher ... I was spellbound by his tale. He was almost twenty years older than me, and it seemed he came of age in a whole other world.

When he was through he poured another glass of scotch for himself and offered me one and then elaborated on teaching, "I loved teaching, especially gym class. Not just for the reasons you might think, it made me feel good to watch my kids achieve goals that they thought they never could. I coached boys football, wrestling and even helped with girl's lacrosse," he paused smiling, "I think any girl who joins the lacrosse team is pretty much a lesbian in training!"

We both laughed and then he continued, "I guess it was around 1988 when I first laid eyes on Ell. Even in 11th grade, he was a strapping kid. As a rule, I never become fascinated with any of my students - what was the point? They were just kids, and the last thing any of them needed was their dirty old gym coach coming onto them. But man, I gotta' tell ya' I could not get that kid out of my head. I coached him in Football for two years running, and it was during the final game of his senior year, about fifteen minutes left in the game, he came up to me on the sideline, just before he was about get into a huddle and said, real quick, in my ear, If we win this game, I want you to fuck me coach!" He paused and looked at me and I asked, "So what happened?"

"We won the game", and afterwards I called him into my office and pretty much read him the riot act. The poor kid looked so damn dejected. But what was I supposed to do? He was only 17 and he was a student of mine."

"Well, you did the right thing", I offered.

And then he said, "But Ell was persistent. Right on up to graduation, he was constantly giving me the eye. And yet, I held fast. And then, a few months later, after graduation, at this bar over in Cherry Hill - I'm with a few of my buddies having a beer, and he walks in," he paused now shaking his head and chuckled, "Damn stud walks right up to me and hands me his driver's license and says 'I am no longer your student, and I am legal in this state. Then he hands me his phone number and..."

"The rest is history", I finished.

"Something like that.", he chuckled again and went on, "Man when I took him home it was like fucking a wild stallion. I broke his cherry - so to speak - I'm surprised the neighbors didn't hear, Ell made a lot of ruckus that first night."

"He looks like an enthusiastic guy", I said smirking.

This time Don let out a roar of laughter and said, "Enthusiastic is putting it mildly, he's a fucking wild boy! Of course, you know how it is with the younger guys, gotta' keep in line sometime."

"Break 'em in", I said absently.

"That's right, a firm hand and some discipline turns a boy into a man.", he said without a hint of irony.

"And it makes for a hell of a great fuck", I added.

Don smiled at me and said, "You're a funny guy, but you know what I mean. Have you ever had to take Rick to the woodshed? So to speak."

I told him about that time, a few years back, when I had spent a night putting Rick through the paces in my old basement - the night that ended with me "branding" him with a cigar. Don nodded his head as he absentmindedly rubbed at his cock which was now hard and thick and showing plainly through his pants.

"Maybe we should get our boys together some time and show them what it's like at the hands of another daddy."

"I like how you think, Coach Rockman", I said, my own cock now throbbing, "But maybe we can get to know each other a bit better first."

He was on his feet, his shirt discarded and flung over the easy chair he'd been sitting in, "And I like how you think. Come on, let me show you to the bathroom so you can clean up a bit."

2: Man Fuck
Don's bed was huge, what they called a California King. Sitting next to it was bedside table that was filled with condoms, lube and couple of towels. His closet door was open revealing a collection of plain white shirts, jeans and khakis as well as two Armani suits. At the other end rugby shirts, jeans and some other more youthful apparel was hung. I assumed that was Elliot's end of the wardrobe.

When I walked into the room, Don was naked, his hairy muscular body looked better than the first time I'd seen it at the club a few weeks prior. His cock stood up and out and pointed slightly to the left. I walked up to him and he turned around so that I could check out his ass, which was a primo piece of muscular beauty with a coating of some hair on it. I reached around and went for his tits. I pinched at them, but did not say a word. He groaned slightly and took my free hand and put it to his mouth and began sucking my digits. Already my cock was dripping sloppily leaving a small stream of precum to drizzle down the back of his right leg.

He turned around and faced me, he went for my tits, twisting them roughly and then he said, "Nice chest". And then he curled his right hand into a fist and punched my left pec. I did not budge and he smiled and then said, "Go for it". So I gave him a sharp punch back and watched his smile get larger as I hit his rock hard pec.

There was no kissing, not even a pretense of anything romantic. He just pushed me down on the bed and I listened as he undid a condom and then felt him push his way inside of me. I opened my mouth and bit down on the bed covers as Don's piece went all of the way in. He paused for a moment and said, "Nice tight ass". And then he slowly rode me until the pain morphed into a pleasure that I had not felt since Chris had last fucked me. I found myself raising my ass in hopes that he could go in deeper ... I felt my self wracked with dark feelings of bliss as he masterfully continued on top of me.

And then he stopped and pulled out and said, "Damn I thought I was gonna' shoot ... come on, I want to feel you inside of me, man".

I followed his lead , but first I thought I'd give him a little five finger exercise. So I lubed up my fingers and slowly opened him up with my hand until I was almost mid-palm up his ass. He was groaning in contentment as I did this. I knew I had him now, so I pulled out, slipped on a rubber and lubed up and proceeded to fuck him.

"Yeah, man", he said as I pounded at his ass, "Give it to me good, solider!"

Once more I found myself in a state of boundless pleasure as I rode this big man . But then he bucked and threw me off of him, and turned and took me in his massive arms and got me in a bear hug and surprised me with a good long wet kiss.

We fell back onto the bed, and began jerking off - it took us a matter of seconds before we both shot our loads while we cursed up a blue streak.

Afterwards, he lay there chuckling again, and when I asked, "What's so funny?" he replied, "Nothing, I always laugh after a good fuck.", and then he added, "Been a long time since I had no-strings fuck buddy - especially one so good".

"Yeah", I said sitting up looking for my underwear, "That's what my buddy Stu would have called a real Man Fuck".

He looked at me quizzically.

"A Man Fuck is just about getting it on, to get off, no hearts and flowers, dig?"

"Dug." He said pulling me back to the bed, "Don't be in such a rush, want some lunch?"

3: Late Lunch
We ate a couple of steaks that Don had broiled to perfection. Sitting in the dining room of his home, the stereo played old rock and roll music from the 50's - Blue Moon you saw me standing alone- I commented about the music and he said, "Something about those tunes, sort of melancholic, haunting. I've always loved that era of music."

After lunch we sipped coffee and discussed Rick.

"So you think he'd be up to play?"

"Yeah," I said, "he's one tough little fucker - full of surprises."

"Isn't it funny," Don said pouring some more coffee, "how we sometimes talk about them like they are our sons?"

I sipped my coffee and nodded my head and said, "Well, in a way, aren't most gay men trying to come to grips with their fathers? Straight guys always seem to marry women just like their mother's - and straight women look for father figures. It only stands to reason."

"How much older are you than Rick?" He asked.

"About nine years."

"Yeah, well I've got almost thirty on Ell."

I laughed and said, "OK, well, I guess you do have that daddy thing going on with him!"

And then we finished our coffee and talked of inconsequential things whiling away the rest of that late October Saturday afternoon.

4: Who Killed Laura Palmer?
Rick got home from Ohio that following Sunday morning; that night while we were watching Twin Peaks I asked Rick how he felt about a little get together with Don and Elliot.

"You mean that cute football player stud and the older hunk? From the club?"

"The same", I nodded.

"Hell yeah!" He exclaimed shifting on the sofa.

Then I told him about the lunch date I had with Don. I was always open with Rick about any extra circular that occurred. He nodded his head and asked, "Did he top you?"

"Well actually, he fucked me first and then I fucked him."

"Cool", he said rubbing at his crotch, "I would have loved to seen that".

I nudged him and called him a pervert and then he lay, resting his head in my lap and said, "OK, I don't want to get horny now, I want to see if they show who killed Laura Palmer tonight."

As he lay there, I absentmindedly ran my fingers through his thick head of red hair. Meanwhile on TV, a midget danced and spoke backwards; subtitles showed what he was actually saying while a strange jazz-like soundtrack accentuated the scene.

5: Play Date
Rick was not shy. So when we got to Don's he immediately got into the scene, stripping down to his trademark white briefs. Don and I kept our clothes on and sat on two chairs in the den, while at each side of the chairs was a huge floor pillow for our "boys" to sit on. Elliot was perched in a sort of half kneeling position at Don's side. He wore nothing but a pair of black, tight, running shorts. His gorgeous face full of anticipation, the head of his cock peeking out from the side of his shorts.

As I sat, I noted that the mostly empty room had a few mats on the floor, some rope hanging from the celling and a collection of sex toys on a plain steel table. There was also a box of condoms and several bottles of lube on that table.

The room's only window had it's curtains drawn against the fading October sun. The only illumination in the room came from a portrait light that illuminated a framed poster of Mark Spitz. I had not seen that picture since I was in high school, and oh the sex fantasies that had ignited in my young mind back in those days ...

Just then Don said in a commanding tone, "Alright you two, tonight you're going to be put through the paces and do whatever your daddies ask. Understood?"

Rick and Elliot both nodded their heads, and I noticed that the both of them could not keep their hands from their crotches.

"First up, you, Red, over here", he said to Rick while pointing to the tent in his jeans. And then to Elliot, "Get over there make him feel good, boy", and with that Elliot was on his knees in front of me groping at my pants, trying to get the zipper down. I turned for a second and saw that Rick was already hard at work on Don. The older guy watched as my guy sucked his cock and when he caught me looking at him he gave me a wink and said, "Your boy is one great cock sucker". And for some reason, that made me proud of Rick, and just then, Elliot surprised me by taking my entire dick into his mouth and started attacking it like there was no tomorrow. I began to shiver while the young jock serviced me with the kind of enthusiasm I have not felt since I was his age. "Well your's is no slouch either" I said pushing the hunk's head down further.

A couple of times, Elliot's enthusiasm was marked by his teeth biting into my cock, I said, "Watch the teeth, bruiser". And with that, Don reached over and pulled Elliot's head back from my crotch by the hair and he gave him a sharp slap across the face that left a ghost image of the former coach's hand in red on his cheek.

"One more time, and you get punished for real, in front of them", Don said menacingly to the jock and then he sat back down, guided Rick back to his cock and continued enjoying the sucking. And then Elliot went back to work, and the rest of the venture was smooth with no more dental mishaps.

I let my hands run through Elliot's thick black hair, and I said, "Get off my dick and suck my tits, boy".

He pulled back and for a split second we locked eyes, his face beautiful all ruddy, saliva running down his chin, his nostrils flaring; and he said directly to me, "Yes sir", and then he went for my nipples, and I threw my head back in pleasure.

Meanwhile, Don and Rick were off the chair now. I caught site of them both as Don hoisted Rick up, his massive arms bulging with muscles while he carried him around the waist and then set him gently to the floor. With Rick on his back, Don brought a foot down on his bare chest and slowly began grinding his size 13 work boot into his gut. I watched as my lover winced in pain but noted that his dick was rock hard.

I yanked Elliot off of my tits and using a handful of his thick hair, guided him to my mouth and we kissed sloppily, the jock's tongue slamming mine. As we kissed, we clumsily got to our feet and embraced, our hands going all over each other, pulling each to the other, our cocks rubbing, my hands grabbed his meaty butt. It was solid, like granite. I wanted to fuck this kid so bad it hurt.

And then, out of nowhere, I started to cum. I held Elliot so tight that he gasped in surprise as I shot my load all over him. This was a first. I did not realize how much this hot jock had lit my fire and I was going all spastic horny teen all over him.

When Don saw what had happened he yanked Elliot back and then slapped me on the back as he checked out the damage, "Damn, that's quite a load!"

"There's more where that came from", I said trying not sound embarrassed.

Then Don turned to Rick and snapped a finger and said, "Red, get over here and clean him up", and I watched as Rick dutifully licked my juice off of Elliot's chest and legs. Don stood at my side and let his arm drape across me, he whispered in my ear, "Want to string these two up?"

About fifteen minutes later, Rick and Elliot's arms were suspended above their heads by ropes as Don and I admired them. I noted that Elliot's furry chest was still wet with sweat as well as Rick's saliva.

Don motioned for me to come check out the rear view, and side by side our boy's asses were a sight to behold - both beautiful with Rick's high and bubble like and Elliot's muscular and firm.

"Damn," Don said his deep voice booming, "The downfall of man. Asses like this drive a fella' to all kinds of sinful thoughts." And with that he handed me a wooden paddle and we took turns beating their butts.

Rick was screaming out loud by the time Don had finished him off, and Elliot was sobbing when I was through. Don and I stood stoic and still, our cocks dripping precum all over the floor as we watched the two of them shaking in pain.

"Look at those fuckers, a couple of bad-boys who got what was coming to them!" he said, his face almost demonic in it's demeanor.

Their cock's remained erect the entire time.

"Let's let these bad-boys think about what's coming next for a few", Don said.

"Wait", I said, "one more thing," and went back to the where they hung and proceeded to lay two right hooks into Elliot's gut and a roundhouse punch that caught Rick right in the side of his stomach.

"Oh, yeah!" Don howled, "Give 'em a little Sonny Liston lovin'!"

And with that, we strolled out of the den and back into the living room where we each had a glass of that great scotch. When we finished he strolled over to the stereo and flicked it on, just loud enough to hear, just low enough not to be intrusive - more of the doo wop. And then Don took me in his arms and gave me a kiss that was both surprising and exciting. When he was done he said softly, "What say we untie those two and get down to business - I have got to fuck that boy of your's something bad"

I followed back into the den as the Platters sang, "Twilight Time".

6: Heavenly Shades of Night
Like a couple of defeated warriors, Rick and Elliot lay on the floor, they both looked like they'd just run a couple of miles. Their asses were tattooed with red welts and their cocks were hard and both dripped streams of precum that sparkled like diamonds in the weak light of the room.

Don did not say a word at first, he just reached down for Rick, and lifted him up and began to caress him. When he did so, he uttered, "You're a good boy, you took your medicine like a man", and then he embraced him and kissed him tenderly.

Elliot, was on his knees in front of me, like a faithful churchgoer waiting for communion. I positioned my cock to his full lips and gently traced the outline of them leaving a small gloss from my own precum. He licked at his lips and then opened his mouth and swallowed me. I threw my head back and gasped as the young jock proceeded to pleasure me with his red hot mouth.

Now we grouped together, the four of us, each grasping at the other and I closed my eyes while in a state of bliss; the touch of hot flesh, groping hands, the smell of sweat.

For a mind numbing moment I found myself like this: my arms restrained behind my back by Elliot, the hunky 19 year old jock's huge cock was rubbing up against the crack of my ass, his breath coming heavy as he bit at my ear ... in front of me, Don, his wolf-like face intense as he reached forward and started tweaking at my nipples, twisting them and pulling on them while his thick cock dripped honey all over my own ... next to me, Rick was fondling my ass cheeks, his hands sliding all over my bum. I watched as he leaned forward to kiss Don, and then back to plant one on Elliot... I closed my eyes and gave in to the overwhelming sensations of pleasure that assaulted me from all sides, and when he released me, the next thing I knew, I was wrapped up in the muscular arms of Elliot, and we kissed an energetic, sloppy kiss while the hands of Don and Rick played over our bodies ... We both moaned in unison until we were pried apart.

Now I was in Rick's familiar embrace, his body cool from the sweat, his hair plastered to his head, his kisses and bites desperate and animal like. I kissed him while Elliot stood behind him fingering his ass. Then Don nudged the jock out of the way and came behind Rick and put a rock hard forearm around his neck pulling his head back away from my mouth and I went for my lover's nipples, pinching them while watching him jerk and spasm in ecstasy. Elliot reached over and took Rick's balls into his beefy hand and gave them a tug and Rick let out a moan that seemed to go on forever...from the other room, Ronnie Spector crooned, "Baby I Love You".

Now Rick was on all fours with Don behind him ready to get fucked. At Don's direction I got in front of my lover and rubbed my throbbing cock on his beautiful face.

He did not say a word as he slowly began shoving his cock into Rick's ass. I watched Rick's mouth open in agony and shoved my cock in, not taking my eyes off of Don who looked even more wolf-like now. His face a mask of coital determination... I watched as he yanked Rick back by the shoulders and gave him a pounding that made the floor shake beneath us ... I watched as his big hands raised and then smacked roughly at Rick's already red ass-cheeks ... I watched as he grabbed him by the hair, pulling him off my dick and saying, "No wonder your daddy keeps you on such a short leash", he paused to catch his breath, "that ass of yours is tighter than a pussy!"... and with that Don brought his arms around Rick and yanked him up and then he threw his head back and let out a deep growl as he came.

When he was done, he threw Rick back down on the floor and pulled out of him. Wiping the sweat from his forehead he motioned Elliot over who assumed the position in front of me, raising his beefy ass up for the taking.

Don came over to me and said firmly, "Make him scream, he likes it rough."

Fucking Elliot was like riding a wild horse. The kid loved being had, in fact as soon as I was deep inside of him he cried out, "Yeah Daddy Ride Me!!"

I gave him a good pummeling, I yanked at his mop of unruly black hair, I smacked at his muscular ass, I leaned over and bit him savagely on the back and called him a bitch ... and he kept saying, "More."

As we continued I lifted him up so that I was standing and he was bent over using a table for support. I started in harder than before and Elliot began crying out in pain - I found the jock's threshold- knowing that he was in pain only made the fuck more enjoyable on my part and soon I was lost in pleasure, slamming him so hard that his head was now banging into the table ... in the back ground, I was vaguley aware of Don saying, "Make him remember you!"... I was also vaguely aware of the music, It might have been The Flamingos.

Just before I was about to cum, Don was at my left side and Rick to my right. Both men were sporting massive hard-ons and were jerking their staffs. And then I turned and locked eyes with my lover and he kissed me long and hard and as he did so, the world around me went gray and I shot my load, gasping for breath as the pleasure engulfed my very being ... and then Rick shot a load onto Elliot's ass, and a few seconds later, Don let out another deep bass moan and shot all over the kid's back ... Elliot wasted no time joining in, and as soon as I pulled out of him, he stood up, proudly displaying his fat dick which he jerked until he shot spunk that went straight on up into the air...and I watched his gorgeous face as he smiled and flushed red... in the other room, "I Only Have Eyes for You" played; and it sounded like ghosts harmonizing.

7:Strolling In Wonderland
It felt familiar, the four of us, breathless, sated, and sweaty, lying on the floor. Not a word uttered, the music of The Diamonds coming from the other room. How many times in the past had I found myself in a similar situation ... group sex had to be one of my favorite fetishes ... though was it really a fetish, I wondered to myself as I closed my eyes, my head resting on Don's thigh and one arm draped around Rick and a hand lying on Elliot's chest.

The four of us must have lay there for at least fifteen minutes until finally Elliot announced, "I gotta take a piss", and with that he got up and exited.

A few minutes later, the jock came back into the room and rejoined the four of us and in a matter of minutes we were all over each other again...and as the inevitable second round began the ghost voices in the other room began singing - Blue moon, you saw me standing alone -- and Don was sucking on my dick while Rick and Elliot hands began caressing my body... and I went with it, strolling in wonderland.