Fantastic Foursome

1 Morning Ritual:

I woke up to the view of Jon's crotch bulging, making his tight white underwear tent.

No words.

I reach out for him and give his package a squeeze and hear him moan in pleasure. Rick is next to me, splayed out on the king sized bed the three of us are sharing. He reaches over and swiftly brings his hand under the waistband of my briefs. He grabs my cock and holds it tightly, and then slowly, starts to milk it.

Now, I groan.

Still no words.

The three of us arrange our selves quickly, underwear discarded and thrown to the floor, legs resting on legs, right hands busy wanking our cocks.

I turn to the left and look at Rick. His hair askew, his face already flushed. Then I turn to the right and glance at Jon. His left hand is up to his chest so that he can pinch his nipples, his eyes wide ... he looks at me and then down at my cock.

They squeeze in closer to me, and continue jerking off.

The only sound is our chorus of rushed breathing.

Jon arches his back first and let's out a sigh as he sprays his chest with a large glop of his cum.

Just then, Rick gasps and draws in a sharp breath, some of his seed lands on my arm.

I am last, my head falls back into the pillow and I hear my neck crack as I have my orgasm and feel my scum shoot up on me, some of it lands on my chin and I chuckle.

The three of us are now covered in goo, catching our breath. All of us still holding on to our now deflating cocks.

Then we rise and gingerly get up off the bed and head to the showers.

2 Karl's Coming:

It's a beautiful late summer morning. We had picked Jon up at the airport last night. He had just flown in from London. He had called us earlier in the week and asked if we could fetch him as his partner, Karl, was going to be away until Saturday morning. So we obliged, and it was just like old times, the three of us in one bed, the three of us sharing sexual favors, the three of us sleeping soundly together, and, the three of us waking up together and ringing in the new day with a morning jack off session.

As I stepped out of the shower, I heard the phone ringing in the hall, "Somebody get that!" I yelled out, but the phone kept ringing. Sighing, I grabbed a towel and padded over to the phone.

The deep, but playful voice on the other end answered and said, "Hey, is my little fucker home?"

I laughed and said, "Yeah, Karl, we get him all primed and ready for you!".

He laughed and said, "I bet you did...OK, I'm about an hour away."

"How about if you have breakfast with us?" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan", he said and then he hung up.

Karl was this really interesting guy. He was fifty years old, but in such great shape, he could pass for thirty. His body was tight, compact, and muscular with out being overdone. Jon had met him at the private club a few months ago, and the guys bonded and found themselves involved in a long-distance love affair...of course it was an affair that offered fringe benefits to both parties.

Karl was a very wealthy man and he treated Jon like a king; paying for his flat in London, flying him back and forth, giving him expensive gifts. I also knew that he could, and did, satisfy whatever urges he had. He was something of a sexual libertine. He was proud of the fact that he'd dodged the AIDS bullet (it being 1992 and all) that many men in his age group (as well as mine) had been hit with - and he was also proud of the fact that he looked twenty years younger than his actual age. He was a powerful advocate for safer sex, and had given a lot of money to AIDS research and activist groups. With all of that said, he had the sex drive of a horny nineteen year old, and was especially fond of group scenes ... so I pretty much knew what the day would entail.

After I had dried off, I made my way to the bedroom and dressed and then headed downstairs and could not find hide nor hair of Jon or Rick. Then I heard some noise coming from the basement ... I dashed down to the makeshift playroom that Rick and I had set up a few years earlier and, sheesh, talk about sexual libertines ... there were my two boys (well, I guess I really could not call them "boys" any longer as they both were now in their mid 20's, but still) sporting hardons while the wrestled nude on a mat.

I watched them for a few minutes and then, in spite of the stirring in my lions, went back upstairs, I loved knowing that they still played together - they both deserved whatever indiscretions they could find, Christ knows, I had mine.

3 Groped:

The small TV in our kitchen played out the latest drama on CNN. Once more I found myself half optimistic and half pessimistic about the direction my nation was heading. After a few minutes of watching, I switched off the set, and turned the radio on instead. Instantly music filled the sun dappled kitchen. I glanced out the window over the sink and saw that the old oak tree that stood dead center in the yard was teaming with life this morning. Squirrels and birds seemingly converged at the base of it going about their business.

Just then I felt a pair of arms around my waist and heard Rick's voice, "Penny for you thoughts".

He was sweaty and his breath was rushed. I turned and looked at his naked body, his cock standing straight up like an exclamation point and took him in my arms and gave him a deep kiss. He met the kiss with enthusiasm and that made me really excited. We'd been together for several years now, and it was nice to know that the fire was still there on both ends.

"So did you guys have fun?"

"Ah, Jon's still a punk, I can't believe he wrestled in high school, he's an easy pin. I wanted to fuck his ass, but since his boyfriend is coming over, I thought I'd just wait".

"I can hear you!" Jon yelled from upstairs.

"Come suck my dick!" Rick yelled back mockingly.

"All right, you mugs, knock it off." I said loud enough, "Karl's on his way; you", I said to Rick, "go put some clothes on then help me with breakfast."

Rick turned and gave his tight little ass a shake and said, "Yes, sir!" and then dashed up the stairs.

A few minutes later the door bell rang and there was Karl. He looked resplendent in a white polo shirt and a snug, but not obscenely so, pair of jeans. I saw that he was driving a black BMW. I smiled and put my hand out to shake, and then realized who I was dealing with ... Karl's hand went out also, and reached for my crotch. He gave my balls a light squeeze, and then pulled me close and planted a big wet kiss on my lips.

"Daddy's home!" he said smirking.

"Indeed", I replied and showed him in.

4 Spartan Breakfast:

The four of us had a Spartan breakfast of juice, coffee and toast in the kitchen. Actually it was Karl's idea that we forgo a big breakfast as we "might" build up our appetite later.

As we were finishing up, Karl put his arm around Jon and whispered something in his ear. And then the randy guy got on his knees and started fiddling with his boyfriend's zipper, "Nothing better than a quick blow job after a meal," Karl said matter of factly.

Believe it or not I was I bit shocked, but When in Rome ... the next thing I knew Rick was between my legs slurping on my aching member.

"The trick is..." Karl said as he held Jon's head down on his cock, "not to come, just get the juices flowing".

I nodded but thought if Rick kept up the pace, I'd be shooting my load in no time. And just then, he took his mouth off my cock and said, "Yeah, but what about us?"

Karl winked at me and then we switched places, our partners seated, while we went down on them. A few minutes later, Karl was at my side and said, "Mind if I taste some of that fire crotch?"

Now I was sucking Jon's stalk, while Karl was going at Rick's, and for a few minutes the only sound in the kitchen was the moaning of those getting sucked off, and the radio playing an ad for a department store's going out of business sale.

5 Body Rock:Twenty minutes later, the four of us were downstairs in the playroom, naked, covered in sweat and taking turns at each other ... at one point, Karl is sitting on my chest, his cock jutting forth dripping seed onto me. I reach up and begin to fondle his nipples and he closes his eyes and sighs, then I feel my cock being swallowed, it's Jon, he's sucking me off. I turn my head and can see Rick splayed out finger fucking Jon's ass. I close my eyes for a second and then feel Karl's cock pressed up against my lips. I open up and let him fuck my face. I can smell his cologne, he must have put a dab on his pubic hair, and I breath in deep through my nose while his member begins sliding in and out. Several minutes later, he pulls out and rolls off of me. Jon is still blowing me - but now I have Rick on my right and Karl on my left and both of them are gnawing on my tits, lightly biting and licking the sensitive nubs, and they are driving me crazy...I began to groan rather loudly and then Rick bites down hard on my right tit and sends a razor sharp bolt of pain through my body that only makes the pleasure more intense...

...Then, Karl is kissing me. It's a deep, wet, urgent kiss. His hands are all over me. Meanwhile Jon and Rick are at our sides, he pauses for a second and glances over at Rick and Jon, "Take care of us," and with that, we are making out again, but now it's accented by the hungry mouths and slippery tongues of our partners sucking on our cocks. While I kiss him my hands begin to traverse his torso, his body is so sweaty that he feels like he's oiled up. I pull him even closer and then give his left nipple a tug and he returns the favor...


... I want to scream now, as I am being sexually tormented with no chance of release; I am flat on my back, Karl's arm pit smashed into my face, his taunts to , "Lick it all up" are met by me, his sweat is like a narcotic, and it's salty taste is wonderful. Every now and again, he savagely pulls at one of my nipples and he laughs when I squirm. Jon and Rick are busy working on my aching hole, fingering me, licking me, rubbing their cock heads on it, I want to stroke my cock, but I cant. Karl is laying on my right arm, while Rick is holding my left down...I want one of them to fuck me, I don't want this to end...

...I am not sure how, but I manage to throw them all off of me. I grab Rick by the hair push him down onto his belly, I mount him with only my sweat and a quick spit of saliva for lube. He yells out in pain as I ram my dick into his tight hole; "Jesus Fucking Christ", he cries out as I go all the way in...I slap his ass and he pushes back and meets my thrusting. Suddenly I hear more cursing, I turn to the right and find Karl has Jon on his back and is fucking him missionary style. We glance at each other and he winks at me, he is close enough that he reaches out and puts his hand on my shoulder . I want to kiss him, to lean into him and taste his mouth, but I don't want to stop fucking Rick for even a second. This goes on for a few minutes until Karl pulls out of his lover and maneuvers himself so that he is behind me. I feel his hands on my ass as he's pushing me into Rick. And then I feel his cock rubbing at my crack. It takes of couple of seconds, but when he finally gets his rod into me, I am overcome with such sensations that I think I might burst. I continue fucking Rick, marveling at the pleasure, while Karl continues his attack on my ass - which compliments the pleasure with painful thrusts that feel like I might be getting torn apart...

...Surprisingly, no one has shot his load yet. When the three of us disconnect, it's Jon who is being mounted now by Rick. I watch the two of them, a couple of lusty lads who fuck like feral animals. Rick is pummeling his dark haired buddy while Karl and I stand astride the both of them stroking our own cocks. Once again, the older stud comes my way and kisses me. This time I feel his hard cock pressing against mine. We grind hips and continue sucking each others mouth. I reach down and around and find his well muscled ass and easily shove a digit into his hot hole. He pulls me in closer and stops kissing for second and whispers, "Fuck me"...

...Now I'm ramming Karl so hard that he's wincing in pain. After a few minutes, I realize that he's enjoying getting power-fucked. His asshole is surprisingly tight, and it feels good to be deep inside this older, sexy male, using him for my own pleasure. I bark over to Rick and Jon, and they quit fucking and turn our way, "Come here, you two, " I say, sweat running down my face, "Hold him down for me". And with in seconds, Karl is pinned to the floor, his legs spread by the boys while I continue thrusting inside of him. He is cursing up a blue streak, his face beet red, his cock stiff and leaking lava all over his taut belly. Rick reaches out with his free hand, and starts manhandling Karl's nipples, pulling on his sensitive nubs, Jon goes for the gold and grabs his lover's balls and gives them a tight squeeze. Both of them are clearly enjoying tormenting him and their cocks are drizzling pre-cum all over the mat on the floor of the play room.

I feel like I am going to shoot, so I pull out of Karl's ass, and motion to Jon to take over. I figure that the little stud might like sloppy seconds. And then I turn to Rick and say, "OK, get down on all four, I gotta shoot this load up your ass".

Now I shove myself deep into my lover and, as always, his tight ass feels like heaven - he rams himself back into me so that I am as far as I can go, he whispers something unintelligible and turns his head. I slap his ass hard a few times and he bucks like a young steer...to my side I see Jon riding Karl. The handsome buck is going at his partner's ass with such ferocity that Karl is actually clawing at the mat on the floor. For a split second, the two of us make eye contact, I wink at him and he smiles his gorgeous smile at me ... and just then I have my orgasm.

I shoot my load into Rick and fall down on top of him, grasping at his sinewy, muscled body...we both are shaking and squirming on the floor now, I hear him groaning out loud, he's shooting his load also, I whisper obscenities in his ear and he gasps...finally we both come back down to earth and lay still. My cock is still rock hard, and still deep inside his ass...

Then, Jon let's out a deep sound that seems to be coming from his chest, I turn and watch as his sexy slim body goes all taught, every muscle showing in relief, and his head is thrown back. He is holding on to Karl's hair, yanking his head back, probably unmindful of how much pain he might be inflicting on his lover, and then suddenly he pulls out of him and shoots a sloppy thick load of spew every which way until finally, his last blast covers Karl's back...

Now, Karl wastes no time, and immediately switches places and starts fucking Jon. His well muscled physique a sheen from sweat, the older man grabs his boyfriend at the waist and lifts him from the floor, rams him up against a wall, and bangs him for a good five minutes before he's coming amidst a litany of foul proclamations that echo through out the basement.

A few seconds later, they are back on the floor, each of them gasping for breath; a couple of soldiers in the army of love, fresh from the latest battle.5 Cleaning Up:

After a while, the four of us got up and without a word, the guys all helped clean up the play room...we hosed down the mats with hot water and disinfectant. Then, the four of us made our way to the shower in the back of the basement...about a year ago, I had a large stall with several shower heads put in, there was also separate spigots with hoses attached for more "in depth" cleaning ... all in all, a necessity.

We took turns washing each others backs, and then one by one, each of us took the small nozzle of the hose hose up the ass to flush out whatever spunk might still be inside.

Then, with all three shower heads going at full blast, we soaped up and scrubbed ... it did not take long for the warm water, and the sight of four naked bodies slick with soap to bring us all back to a state of arousal, soon kisses and gropes occurred, but that was it. We all exited the showers with hard cocks - and bellies empty - we were a hungry foursome.

6 Food and Rest:

Karl helped me grill up a few steaks and we washed then down with some iced tea. And then the four of us sat in the yard, basking in the warm summer sun, and the cool breeze. Rick and Jon were shirtless, both of them wearing only a pair of shorts, while Karl and I seemed modest in our pants and shirts.

Finally, the meal digested, Karl stood up and said, "So, guys, I am worn out, how about we sort of kick back...together".

And with that, we headed back inside, stripped down to our briefs and all climbed into bed, I rolled on to my side and caught a view of Jon's crotch bulging, making his tight white underwear tent. Nonetheless, I closed my eyes and felt myself drift off ...

Three Amigos Towing and Repair

Despite his build , he was surprisingly gentle ... once he rested my feet on his broad shoulders, he entered me slowly, asking me in a whisper if it was OK, looking down on me with such soulful eyes ... his cock was huge and thick and yet it only filled me with pleasure ... then he smiled blissfully when he was all the way in, once more he looked down on me and this time he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth and then pulled back and said, "I think my buddies might like to watch, is that OK?" I smiled up at him and said, "Sure", and he let out a whistle that brought the other two men to his office, and soon the others stood over us, their cocks at full mast, and with that, Scott began fucking me in earnest...

I must have gone through six cars between 1978 and 1984. I always bought old clunkers for a cheap amount, and because of that, I spent a lot of time hauling them to repair shops.

During the summer of 1980 I owned a little hatch back that never went into reverse. I considered it a quirk since aside from not going backwards, it did everything else just fine. Actually I had the car for almost three months before it ever conked out on me.

One sultry afternoon in late July, I was driving my car down the street and suddenly it began to hitch and jerk and then every damn light on the dashboard glowed until the car came to a rolling stop.

Luckily I managed to break down near a small store that had a pay phone in front of it. Cursing my luck I flipped thorough a dog-eared copy of the Yellow Pages and found the closest car repair shop I could find, Three Amigos Towing and Repair .

I dropped in a dime and called.

About a half an hour later a tow truck arrived.

A very tall man, who I guessed to be in his mid 40's, climbed out of the truck and made his way ... the closer he got, the better he looked; his salt and pepper hair combed into a sort of pompadour, his face, ruddy, masculine and handsome, and his pants; just tight enough to show that he was packing, but not so much as to cause a scandal.

He must have seen me staring at his crotch when he said, "Where's the body?" I laughed a bit too loudly and pointed to my dead auto.

Ten minutes later I was riding shotgun in the pick up truck. The driver wore a crisp clean work shirt with a sewn on name tag that read, "C.B." The short sleeves of his shirt were rolled up revealing impressive biceps that got my blood boiling ... also, his shirt was unbuttoned and I noted a nice tuft of fur that peeked through ... I wanted him to pull the truck over and fuck my brains out. Instead, he asked, "You from around here?"

I told him where I lived and he told me that he grew up not far from the small town that I had grown up .

All the while he talked I noticed his broad smile and his playful eyes ... I also noted that he had on a wedding ring. Just my luck.

We pulled into the service station and as soon as I got out of the truck I saw a striking woman with long black hair storming out of the front door of the garage. She stormed over to the truck and yelled at CB, "Tell that boss of yours that If he so much as sets foot on my door step I'm going to call the police!" And with that she turned and made her way to her car, a BMW. She laid rubber as she pulled out of the lot.

C.B. looked at me and said, "The boss's ex wife, a real bitch if you ask me."

I followed him into the garage's waiting room where he told me to take a seat.

As I waited I absently glanced up at the black and white television that was bolted to the wall. A rerun of Bewitched played.

Just then, another employee strolled in and smiled at me. He seemed a bit younger than C.B. but he was built just as nice. I saw his name was "Mac" and he asked me to fill out some papers.

As I jotted down the information needed, I stole a look at Mac. He had a conservative hair cut, a great body (from what I could tell) and a gorgeous bubble butt that was accentuated by the work pants he wore.

"Scott will be out in a minute to talk to you as soon as he takes a look at your car, make yourself comfortable, there is coffee if you want some", and with that, the handsome stud picked up a pile of papers and left the waiting room.

After he left I found myself day dreaming ... Stu was long gone, New England ... Andy was in New York City and Chris was still working at the warehouse. I was ready to get on with things, to get back to school, but I'd made Chris a promise, that I'd wait for him ... so here I was waiting, working a part time job and twiddling my thumbs while the parade passed me by... not that I could really complain, all things considered life was pretty good, and I was living with my folks again, so I did not have to pay rent ...

"OK, are you the one with the hatch back?"

A stocky man with a slight beard asked from behind the counter.

"That would be me" I said.

"Alright, come here, got something to show you".

He stared at me, his face somewhat stern, but it could not hide how handsome he was. He must have been almost fifty, and he was built like a pro wrestler; compact, muscular ... yeah, I always had a thing for "daddies". As I followed him into the garage, I marveled over how broad his shoulders were ... damn, I was getting a hard-on.

"Look here", he said pointing down at my car's engine which was now revealed as the hood was up, "See those hoses? That's your problem, son, those bastards are holier than Vatican City."

I laughed, maybe a bit too much, but his joke struck me as funny.

He ignored my guffaw and began yanking at something deep within the recesses of the engine. I bent down closer to get a look ... a bit too close as it turned out, as he lost the grip on whatever he was pulling and his arm shot back rapidly causing his elbow to smash me in the face.

It hurt like hell, and the force of the impact knocked me to the floor.

"JESUS, SON!" he said genuinely alarmed, "Are you alright?"

He immediately crouched down in front of me, and gently cradled my head, "I am so sorry, oh man, I am so sorry".

"I'm OK," I said a bit stunned as he continued gently holding my head.

"CB!" He barked, "Get me some ice and some towels, pronto!"

"Can you sit up?" He asked, his eyes so gentle and caring that I wanted to just get lost in them.

He helped me up and over to a bench and sat next to me. and brushed the hair from my forehead and studied it...all the while, I studied his sweaty, furry chest that I could see through his open work shirt. His nipples were erect and looked like they could cut glass ...

"Are you beating up the customer's again, Scott?" CB asked carrying some towels and a bucket of ice.

Scott looked up at him with a no nonsense expression, but nonetheless, CB smiled at him and handed him the towels and set the ice bucket down next to the bench, "I know a good lawyer", he said winking at me as he left the room.

"I've known him for years", Scott said as he took one of the towels and filled it with ice, "He's always been a comedian".

Then he put the towel to my forehead and pressed firmly where earlier his elbow had connected. I could feel a dull pain as he did this, but the cold from the ice felt great.

"Come on, let's go to my office, there's a sink you can wash up a bit", he said. And I as I prepared to stand up, he put a beefy hand on my knee and squeezed it. I glanced down and smiled and then saw that his work pants were tenting. I gulped and looked away.

The office was very cool, a box air conditioner hummed merrily from the wall. In the bathroom, I saw a pretty healthy bruise on my forehead, but other than that, nothing really disturbing. Nonetheless, I washed my face and hands and then went back to the office.

Scott was standing near his desk with the ice towel. His face still full of concern, "Do you want me to call someone, do you need to go to the hospital?, he asked.

I shook my head and said, "Just give me the ice and get my car running, and we'll call it even".

Suddenly he smiled, and his handsome, rugged faced seemed to glow, "CB and Mac are working on your heap, should be ready in about an hour", he said sitting down at the chair behind his desk. "Why don't you relax? Would you like a drink?"

He poured us two glasses of whiskey and then sat back and for a while we made small talk. I found out that CB, Mac and Scott had known each other for some thirty years, and had started this business with money the three of them had pooled together. I also found out that CB was married with two kids, Scott was in the middle of a messy divorce, and Mac was single.

He was working on his second glass when he asked me if I had a girl.

"No", I replied plainly and with little explanation.

"Smart guy," he said, "they are nothing but trouble". And with that he stood up and once more I saw that he was sporting a major hard-on.

I was feeling brazen so I just said what was on my mind, "So, Scott, that's a hell of a piece you seem to be packing".

He smiled back and said softly, "Never had any complaints".

And then he got up from behind the desk and took his shirt off. It took me a minute to drink in his magnificent chest. It was rock solid, hairy and made my mouth water.

I put my drink down instantly and made a dash for him. He did not say a word as I grabbed him and started nuzzling his chest. He smelled of Old Spice and sweat.

I licked at the sweat for a bit, and then instinctively made my way to his tits and started nibbling on them until I felt his hand pushing my head in closer. Then I bit his left nipple lightly and heard him say softly, "That's a good boy".

He pulled me back by my hair and then forced his mouth onto mine and began kissing me violently. My head started spinning and I went with it ... he tore at my t-shirt and ripped it from me and then stopped for a second looking at my naked torso; "Nothing like some young flesh."

With that he pushed me down to my knees and shoved my face into his crotch.

I wasted no time and unzipped his pants yanking his thick weapon out and attacking it like the horny bastard that I was.

"Oh, son, that's how it's done", he said sighing

I pulled off for a second, "Can I get a free set of white walls?"

He chuckled and said, "Keep sucking like that, and I might give you a Cadillac".

I went back at his cock and gave him the best blow job I could. I knew he was digging it, because he started shoving himself into me, almost knocking me down to the floor.

Then he stopped for a second and told me to get up. He then said, "Wait, just a second", and with that he picked up the phone on his desk, pushed a button and said, "I'm gonna' be busy for a bit, no calls". And then he hung the phone back up and smiled at me and said, "Now let me have a look-see at that cock of yours".

In a flash, he yanked my jeans down, shoved me onto the sofa and started sucking on my cock.

It may have sounded like a cliche, but all I could do was say, "Oh yes, Daddy!" And with that his hands went up to my tits which he started tweaking.

I closed my eyes and felt myself being drawn into the pleasure that Scott was inflicting on me.

He continued blowing me, and I found my self shifting on the sofa, my legs kicking and my body wracked by bliss ... he was doing crazy things to my cock, his tongue seemingly wrapping itself around it and sending me over the rainbow.

And then, as if the cock sucking wasn't enough, he started fingering my ass ... and that was all I needed. Once he had a couple of digits inside of me, I let out a yelp and shot my load into his mouth.

Out of breath and covered in sweat, despite the air conditioner, I pulled him up to me, and kissed him, tasting my cum in his mouth. He kissed me deeply and urgently and held me tight.

And then he said, "Mind if I have your ass?"

I nodded my head and said, "Fuck me raw".

He shifted himself over me and said, "I want to see that beautiful face of yours while I'm fucking you".

Despite his build , he was surprisingly gentle ... once he rested my feet on his broad shoulders, he entered me slowly, asking me in a whisper if it was OK, looking down on me with such soulful eyes ... his cock was huge and thick and yet it only filled me with pleasure ... then he smiled blissfully when he was all the way in, once more he looked down on me and this time he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth and then pulled back and said, "I think my buddies might like to watch, is that OK?" I smiled up at him and said, "Sure", and he let out a whistle that brought the other two men to his office, and soon the others stood over us, their cocks at full mast, and with that, Scott began fucking me in earnest...

While the muscular mechanic was righteously pounding me into kingdom come, his pals starting to get it on. CB never took his eyes off us, as he grabbed Mac and shoved him down on his cock. The smaller man, obliged his pal and started sucking off the tall stud with the pompadour.

Now my brain was filled with all kinds of erotic overload; being fucked by this seemingly straight, middle aged gas jockey while I watched a married man getting head from his buddy ... man, what had the sexual revolution wrought?

For a few minutes, the only sounds were heavy breathing, groans, and grunts blunted by the calming hum of the air conditioner.

Then I heard CB say, "Time to get fucked", and I turned my head and watched as Mac hunched over, Scott's desk, offering up his bubble butt to CB.

I turned back to Scott and saw that he was long gone, his face serene yet determined, the muscles in his arms bulging, his chest heaving. Suddenly, he glanced down at me and said, "How's it feel?"

"The best I've had in a long time", I replied. And he smiled at me leaned forward, and once more he kissed me.

Now I felt my cock swelling again and I was about to reach for it and begin jacking it, when all of a sudden, Mac was sucking me off.

On his knees by the sofa, the hunky stud was blowing me, while CB arranged himself to continue fucking him. I made eye contact with the tall man, and he gave me a wink and big smile and then said, "Alright, here it comes again!" and then started to pile drive his buddy.

It was so intense, in that every time Scott thrust into me, it would drive Mac's head down harder onto my cock ... I was in fucking heaven!

I was so overcome by the smell of musk, sweat, and sex that I felt myself almost overwhelmed by everything. No matter where I looked there was flesh, and it was beguiling and exciting.

Just then Scott let out a hearty, deep groan and he yanked out of my ass, and shot a monster load of juice all over my chest, and Mac's head ... this was followed by CB yelling out, "MOTHER FUCKER" as he creamed into Mac's ass ... and then, Mac growled in pleasure until finally, I had another orgasm, this time shooting my load into Mac's mouth ... and all the while, Scott smiled down on me, his face scarlet and dripping in sweat.

And then finally, the four of us just lay there in a heap on the sofa, gasping for breath.

***

An hour later, I was still in Scott's office, Mac and CB were back in the garage finishing up on my car. Scott gave me a t-shirt to wear that read, "Three Amigos" since he had ruined my shirt earlier in the day.

"So," he said eyeing me up, "What are you doing tonight?"

"Not a thing", I replied already feeling my cock starting to stir again.

"How would you like to share a Spartan meal with a lonely divorced man?"

I was about to answer him when CB peeked his head into the office and said, "OK, hot-stuff your car is ready".

I looked back over to Scott and met his eye and said ...

Some Fools Rave of Happiness, Blissfulness ...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside, the snow swept evening howled like a beast.

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

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

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

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

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

___

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

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

Zen Master

In the time between Chris and Rick, I was a footloose kind of guy.

Yes, it was a desperate time to be single and gay, what with AIDS being the 500 pound gorilla in the room. But, if you played smart and played safe, you could pretty much still have a good time. I took safe sex very seriously in those days.

On a much lighter note, I also found myself addicted to these outrageous steamed dumplings that were made at a Chinese restaurant a few blocks from where I lived. Every Friday, I'd treat myself to a tray of those delectable delicacies. Over time, I got to know the staff at the restaurant and all I had to do was walk in and they knew what I was there for.

One Friday night, I sauntered in and was dumbstruck at what I found. Usually the counter person was an elderly Chinese woman who wore these huge cat's eye glasses. Tonight, in her place, was a young, handsome man. Tall, broad shouldered, wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt that revealed sinewy hairless arms. His face was sheer perfection, an Asian Adonis with a thick head of silky black hair that hung in his face.

I felt my cock stirring already as I made my way to the counter and gave him my order. He jotted down what I asked for, his face a stoic mask showing no emotion, and when he turned, I saw that the 501's he was wearing encased a perfect bubble butt that looked good enough to eat.

Needless to say, I was in lust.

For several days, I came to the restaurant for dinner, and every time, he was there.

Finally on the seventh or eighth day he said to me, "You know if you keep eating like this, you are going to get huge. You should have some brown rice, and maybe some tofu."

I was sort of taken aback, but I nodded my head and said, "You are right, let's go with that then".

He jotted something down and brought it back to the kitchen and then returned and said, "Why do you come in here all of the time? "

"I like the food", I stammered.

"I think it's something else, I know your type", he said, with just the slightest hint of a smirk coming to his lips.

"Oh, do you, " I said folding my arms across my chest, "What type might that be?"

"A horny fucker." he said grinning.

I nodded my head and said, "It must be something you put in the dumplings", I said smirking back.

He put his hand out and said, "I'm Lon", it was firm and his grip was strong. I'm in from Santa Barbara California watching my aunt's restaurant until she comes back from vacation. "

I told him my name and he leaned over and said softly, "I get off at ten, and uh, all I ask is that if want some action, make sure your ass is clean."

I laughed and shook my head and was about to say something else when he added, "If you're not interested, well that's cool also."

His voice was deep, accent less. I could see his nipples were erect through his t-shirt.

"Should I meet you here?"

"Around back, I am in an apartment upstairs, my aunt owns this place and I am staying on the top floor."

We shook on it, and then I went home and showered, douched and pretty much made sure that I was as clean as a freshly minted dime.

***

He met me at the apartment's front door, in the alley behind the restaurant, in nothing but a pair of black briefs. His hair was swept back from his face, he nodded and said, "Take your shoes off", which I did. And then I followed him up the narrow staircase to his apartment.

"Take everything off", he said, "Put your clothes on the sofa and then come into the bedroom".

I disrobed quickly and then walked into the bedroom which was lit dimly by a small bedside lamp. The sweet smell of his cologne hung heavy in the air as well as the scent of soap and shampoo.

He approached me and I went to hug him, but he put his hands out and said, "Keep your arms at your side and trust me."

I did as I was told as Lon's hands lightly played at my shoulder, down my chest, and then to my crotch. He gently caressed my erect penis and I shivered, then he cupped my balls in his hand and held them, we locked eyes and moved in and kissed gently. He tasted of mint mouthwash.

He pulled back and told me to turn around. Facing the window over his bed, I could see the neon lights from the bar across the alley light up in the twilight. Then I felt his hands gently massaging my ass ... and then his fingers slowly making their way to my asshole. I closed my eyes expecting to be probed, but instead, he put both of his arms around me and pulled me to him. I breathed in excitedly and felt him nuzzle at my neck, and lick at my earlobes. My knees felt weak, and when I reached for my cock, he slapped my hand away and said, "Don't touch your dick."

He turned me around, almost like a dance move, and we were face to face. His eyes bored into me and he said softly, "We are presents, each of us bestowing a gift on the other, now, come appreciate what I am going to give you", and with that he pushed me down softly to my knees, until I came to his brief encased crotch which was bulging with promise.

Instinctively, I reached in and tried to pull his piece free, and once more he slapped my hand away and said softly, "Greedy friend, I am more than that..."

I softly kissed the lump in his briefs and and then moved down to his firm, muscular legs, licking and biting gently at him ... then I made my way to his feet. He lifted his left foot and I sucked on his big toe, and then lapped at the underside of his foot. He moaned approvingly, and then pulled me to his stomach where I continued tasting his flesh, and when I finally made my way to his chest, I clamped down hard on his right nipple and heard him suck in air and chuckle deeply. Then he lifted his arm and I took it in my hands and massaged the bicep which was firm, I also kissed it, and from there I found his arm pit and licked at the small tuft of hair and breathed in deeply, the clean odor that permeated his very being.

Now he pulled back and slowly removed his briefs. His cock, shot forward and bounced in the air. It was a long slim member with a huge mushroom like head to it. I felt my mouth watering. And then, Lon turned so I could see his ass; what can I say, it was as flawless as the rest of him, a firm, bubble butt. Once more I was salivating, and my cock was pretty much on auto-pilot, throbbing like crazy.

After he was fully naked, he pulled me up, and once more we kissed, and then he lay on the bed, his legs splayed out and he pointed to his exposed asshole and said, "Taste me".

I made my way down, and stole another glance at his muscled torso, his flawless face and before I went to work, I kissed his inner thigh and he smiled the crooked grin and closed his eyes...

He was as clean as could be, and smelled only of soap, and when my tongue found his tight hole, he gasped out loud and said, "Yes". I pushed in further with my tongue and felt his legs tighten around my neck. I pushed his butt cheeks up further and made my way in, slurping and filling his hole with my saliva.

He started muttering something, I could not quite make out what it was but I figured he was enjoying himself as his legs were pretty much crushing me ... and then he arched his back and let out a growl of pleasure. I thought he might have shot his load, but he did not. Instead, he yanked my head back by pulling my hair and said in that same deep, almost toneless voice of his, "Get on your back, it's my turn now."

My legs spread wide, Lon on his knees in front of me, my cock feeling like it might burst, I moaned when he touched my thigh...and then his head disappeared , and for what seemed an eternity, the hot stud tongue fucked me into oblivion.

And then, he came up and gave me a kind of goofy look, endearing, but sort of silly. I smiled back and just then, he put a couple of finger into his mouth, sucked on them for a bit, and then shoved the fingers up my ass.

As soon as his digits were up my ass, I let go with a yelp and could not help but arch my back and almost pass out from the sensations that Lon was causing me.

I had read somewhere, that there are some who can massage the prostate via an anal insertion, and cause the subject to have an orgasm with out touching his cock ... I guess I was experiencing the same thing.

He was going at it non stop now, his body taught, the muscles in his right arm bulging as he finger fucked me into the stratosphere ... he was so fucking beautiful and so fucking good at what he was doing, he brought tears to my eyes; and then, an orgasm hit me so hard, I felt the room spin, and I reached up and grabbed the gorgeous young stud and pulled him to me and held him while my body shook uncontrollably in the throes of pleasure, and when I thought I could not take it any longer, one more tsunami of pleasure hit me, and finally, I caught my breath and let Lon rock me in his arms gently, kissing me on the face and licking at the tears that were indeed running down my face ...

"Jesus Christ", I gasped, "How did you do that?" I gasped

"Ancient Chinese secret", he said mockingly, and I jabbed him in the rib and called him a fucker.

He asked if he could fuck my face. I told him he could do anything he wanted... and all things considered, I was pretty damn serious.

Now Lon mounted my face, and brought that cock of his, with the thick bulbous head into my mouth, making me gag for a second. I relaxed, and swallowed it and I did my best to give him the best damn blow job he'd ever had.

Ten minutes later, after he pulled out and was shooting a gallon of cum all over my face, I figured that I'd done alright.

After his orgasm, he got up from the bed and brought in several towels. Two of them were warm and moist, and he cleaned me off with one of them and then handed me a dry towel, while he attended to himself.

Later on, he offered me a cigarette, and we lay in bed and smoked. I was still sort of shell shocked and in a state of bliss. We did not talk for some time, and finally he asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I agreed.

After the cigarettes were extinguished we embraced and kissed and then he told me that he was only on the east coast for a few more days. He would be heading back to Santa Barbara California in a few days.

"That's my luck", I said staring at his beautiful almond eyes.

"No, it is our luck", he said kissing me once more. "Tomorrow never comes", and with that, he began kissing my chest until he landed on my left nipple and bit it. I moaned out loud and pulled him closer.

A Little Bit of Everything

When Rick and Jon were feeling randy, which was more often than not, I'd turn them loose in my basement on that make-shift wrestling ring we'd constructed a few years back.

Most times, they'd just wrestle each other until one of them would admit defeat and give in to the winner's desires. Sometimes, Rick would be on his knees sucking Jon's thick prick; other times Jon would be slumped over the mid rope while Rick would aggressively power fuck him, his attitude all cock-sure and tough.

Sometimes, the boys would just roll around on the mat; neither of them concerned much with anything more than just getting off. I'd find them splayed out on the ring surface, trunks yanked down, cocks exposed to eager, hungry mouths. Sixty niners - the sound of slurping and the occasional moans of pleasure making an orchestral-like cacophony of carnal music.

Usually I'd hang back and allow them this time together. I was never jealous - I knew that Rick was my number one, and if he needed to just get his rocks off with his buddy, that was OK in my book. Christ knows, I'd done plenty of the same.

Of course, there was the strange relationship that Jon was building with the two of us. He was a constant for a period of my life in the late 80's through the early 90's ... and while I never had a problem with it, I often wondered exactly how viable a threesome - a triad - actually was. Could it go long term? Could it withstand the test of time?

I noticed that, for the most part, Rick dominated Jon, and Jon loved it. Though on those rare occasions when he got the upper hand, he seemed to take a lot of pleasure in humiliating Rick. So, yeah, there was a twisted sort of sexual competition between the two of them ... but there was something else, Rick and Jon had known each other for more than a year before I'd come on the scene, and they had a true brother-hood-bond.

I liked, and understood that.

Gay men who form deep friendships, often have the added ingredient of sexual camaraderie - and that's pretty terrific.

Watching them fuck each other was something I relished. I loved enjoying the sight of their lean, toned bodies become one with the other. The way Rick would ram his cock up into Jon's ass and throw his head back and grimace until Jon would cry out in pain ... or on those rare occasions when Jon was topping, the way the dark haired stud would pummel Rick's ass like a crazed dog in heat. His ass going up and down so fast it was all a blur...I loved watching these guys go at it.

If I joined them I knew that I'd have to go with their flow ... sometimes I might grab them both and just start grappling with them until eventually we'd just start a sexual brawl; the three of us trading cheap shots, grabbing for each others cocks, maybe trying to get a lock on somebody's nuts until he begged for mercy, maybe one us restrained while his cock was stroked to the point of orgasm ...

Sometime I let Rick and Jon get the upper hand. I enjoyed being manhandled , especially by these two younger studs. They were so imaginative when it came to sexually subduing someone ... I like to think that I taught them well ... Rick could be especially aggressive, and he would leave me bruised as well as sated. Jon, was athletic and wiry, his years of high school wrestling made him a slippery and exhausting opponent ... the best part of it, was just to let them go at it and give in; if they had me pinned to the mat, one of them pinching at my tits, while the other was milking my stalk, I'd moan in delight as the pleasure/pain they were inflicting on me was sending me to the edge ...

Roughhousing can lead to some of the greatest fucking orgasms, let me tell you ...

... Jon would be restraining me, his hard cock poking at my now exposed ass crack as my trunks have been torn off of me, while Rick methodically stretched and pinched at my aching nipples, occasionally pausing to give my nuts a light slap. The three of us breathing heavily, our cocks dripping clear honey on to the mat below ... Rick letting go with a couple of right hooks that connect with my gut or my pecs while Jon holds me tighter, his cock almost inside me now, I can feel the slick head of it pressing up against my tight hole ... at this point, I am pretty much gone and the boys can do whatever they want to me; and what I want is one of them to fuck me, while I suck the other one off; what I want is to be pinned and have them both shoot gallons of cum all over my chest; what I want is eat both of their beautiful asses out until they climax; what I want is for one of them to slowly yank on my cock, while the other finger fucks me; what I want is to lick the sweat off of both their sinewy bodies while I'm jerking off; what I want is to be pinned flat and have one of them smash his hairy armpit into my face so that I can take in the musky odor, while the other is fucking me into next week; what I want is to turn it all around, and beat the crap out of them both, and then take turns fucking them both until they can't walk straight; what I want for the three of us to let go and bathe each other in our juice, to collapse on top of each other while our bodies are in spasms of electric joy, to take turns kissing each other sloppily and lustily ... what I want is a little bit of everything.

Champ

He was still in his singlet, his cock bulging obscenely through the dark blue spandex ... his body covered in sweat, he smelled of musk and masculinity.

It was in March of 1983 and Chris had just won the 174 pound weight class at the tri-state wrestling invitational at our college. I was one of the three hundred or so people jammed into the gym to watch the matches, and when I saw my boyfriend pin not one, but two guys in two successive matches, well, let's just say my pride wasn't the only thing that was swelling.

Somehow, we beat a hasty retreat, losing ourselves in the crowd, and slipping out a back door. We ran back to the dorm room and locked the door behind us.

I was on my knees while he rubbed his crotch in my face. I breathed in deep his rugged aroma, while he pushed my face into his bulge. He paused for a second, slipping his arms through his uniform and peeling the outfit down to fully expose his bare chest. Then, he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up and to him, to his armpit, where I licked the abundant, salty liquid from him ... he then pushed me to his rock hard tits and I sucked at them with abandon, causing him to growl and hold me closer until I began biting at them and felt his body shiver and shake.

I took the lead for a second, and worshiped his biceps, licking and kissing the rock-hard muscles of his arms and he whispered something under his breath.

Slowly, he brought his hands up and gently pushed at my shoulders, bringing me back down on the floor to a kneeling position again. And then he loosened his cock from his uniform and jock strap. It stood straight up like a flesh colored piston rod, and I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking it.

I attacked the dick of my conquering hero, and sloppily swallowed every inch of it. Immediately, his stoic demeanor broke, and he started trash talking, calling me his bitch, his slave; and all the while, his hips swaying as he fucked my face.

As I was sucking he reached down and savagely yanked at one of my tits, holding it tight and not letting go ... I went at it even more, enjoying the sharp pain that shot through me.

And then the phone rang, and without missing a beat, he picked it up, while his cock was still in my mouth, "Sure coach, give me an hour ... sure, you bet." He hung the phone up and pulled his cock out of my mouth and said, pointing to the bed, "Get your pants off and spread."

He mounted me quickly, and I bit down on a pillow while his rod plowed into me quickly and with no time to adjust. He kept slapping at my ass cheeks while he pounded me, and yanking on my hair, pulling my head back and asking if I liked it.

I told him to hurt me.

He pulled my left arm back, and locked it into the small of my back causing me to let out a howl of pain. "Fuck you, bitch, you love it!" He said without a hint of irony in his voice.

But he was right.

He was flat on top of me, his body smashing into mine, the bed shaking and the headboard slamming into the wall ... he kept biting me on the back of my neck and spitting and cursing me out ...

My body was wracked in pain, but my cock was as hard as steel and leaking precum into the bed cover beneath me. I kept egging him on, calling him, "Champ", which he loved hearing.

"That's right, punk! Champ is gonna fuck your ass so hard you'll be paralyzed when I'm through!"

Then he brought both of his meaty hands to my hips, and lifted me up, off of the bed, so that I was facing a wall. I braced myself against, my hands resting on the cold panel. He spit on his cock once and then shoved it back into me and I let go with a howl as the pain coursed through me. That was met with a few more brutal slaps to my already bruised ass. A few seconds later, he pulled my head back and whispered menacingly, "Open your mouth", and shoved his sweaty jockstrap in. I gagged, and he laughed and called me a pig.

His jock was as salty as his sweat, and I savored it. Humiliated and excited all at once.

With his cock in me, to the hilt, he reached up with both of his arms and brought them around my neck and pulled me back causing me to find myself airborne for a second and then back on the bed. He flipped me over so that I was on my back and yanked the filthy strap from my mouth and tossed it aside. Then, he just stood there for a second, his cock dripping honey, his body a sheen of muscle, his dark curly hair hanging in his face, his eyes, boring through me... he spit on his cock, and then lifted my legs and remounted me.

This time, the fucking was more gentle, he locked eyes with me and said, "You drive me crazy", and then moved in to kiss me. I pulled him in closer and met his kiss, reveling in the feel of his beard stubble on my face, drunk on the smell of his sweat, insane from the pent up lust and excitement he brought forth in me ... I may drive him crazy, but it was a two way street .

He was finishing up now, close to an orgasm, I knew it. His breathing sped up, his face a vivid shade of scarlet ... And then he pushed into me one last time and let out a yell that shook the walls. I stared up at him as every vein in his neck began to pulsate and his body shook uncontrollably ... suddenly he placed both of his meaty paws on my chest and pushed down as he emptied every drop of his load up my ass. He breathed in once and then fell onto me, saying my name over and over.

When he pulled out, his cock was still erect. He looked down on me and licked his lips and then he went for my cock ... his head bobbing up and down quickly, he worked my member like the champ that he was, and he had my body shaking with delight ... I held his head down and found myself braying a litany of obscenities as he blew me ... and when his hands shot up for my tits, and he started twisting them while sucking me off, I thought my head might explode ... and then I felt a pleasure wave hit me and I pulled his head down further, and slammed my hips into his face while I arched my back and found myself blinded by a ray of late Saturday afternoon sunlight that had somehow broke though the March clouds and found me through a dorm window ... I said his name over and over until I thought I might be going slightly insane by the rush of sexual satisfaction ... finally, I came back to earth, and Chris kissed me, and I could taste my own cum which was all over his tongue.

We took a shower together later, and cleaned each other off. I could see the bruises he had sustained from the wrestling matches earlier. One was on his back, a big nasty red bruise, and the other was on his left hip, a yellow and orange semi-circle. I kissed both of them gently while we showered. And when it was his turn to clean me, he used a small hose attachment to the shower to clean out my ass which was loaded with his spunk. We finished up by shampooing each others hair until finally, the hot water had run out.

"Get dressed", he said as I was toweling off, "Wear those 501's you look so good in, you're coming with me to the coach's house. His wife and him are throwing a little party for the squad".

"Yeah, but, what about the rest of the team, won't they be there with their dates? I mean..."

He laughed and said, "OK, half of those guys, for whatever reason, don't date, four of them, and I know this for a fact, are gay, and the rest of them ... fuck 'em, they can say anything they want, I'll kick their asses."

We walked to the coach's house, it was on the other side of the campus where a group of homes for some of the college's professors were. As we walked, snow flurries began and the night grew much colder.

I actually had a great time at the party. Coach Donovan and his wife were pretty cool people, and the spread was incredible. I never saw so much food! What a treat for a starving college student. Chris was treated like royalty by his squad mates, and, by default, so was I.

Sometime around nine o clock, Chris introduced to this really big dude named, Kurt.

Man, he was fucking hot.

"Hey, Kurt's coming with us later, I think you and him will really get along", Chris said nonchalantly while I shook the hand of the big, beautiful hunk in front of me; The guy who wrestled in the 194 pound weight class ...

Later on, as the three of us trudged back to the dorm, the snow had grown heavier, Kurt and Chris had smuggled a few beers with them and offered me one, and so we swigged as we walked on through the night .

I guess it should have come as no surprise - when we got back to the dorm - what happened next was just the icing on the cake. Chris told me to sit on the bed, and so I did. And he sat next to me and kissed me. And then, as if on cue, Kurt knelt down on the floor and undid my pants first and then did the same to Chris... then we kissed deeply while the big guy took turns sucking on our cocks...

One Night Only

He was already naked and sprawled out on the bed when I got to to the motel room. His young, muscular, hirsute body seemingly primed and ready for an evening of pleasure.

Elliot, the hot young buck I'd met just a few months earlier, was waiting for me at the small motel just off the interstate that late Saturday afternoon.

This was an event that the both of us knew was going to happen sooner or later. Neither of us had told our partners, no, this was an illicit rendezvous, a chance to just partake of a dirty cheat. A chance to revel in the sins of the flesh; and brother,was I ready.

He pulled me to the bed and started kissing me as soon as I walked in. His heavy cock already at full mast mashed into my crotch while he sucked at my face with the kind of enthusiasm that only the young can make evident. I returned the kiss, almost breathless in anticipation ... he tastes so sweet, literally, as if maybe he'd been sucking on wild cherry Life Savers earlier.

He tears at my shirt now, ripping it off, and I grab a handful of his thick black hair, and yank him down to my chest where he starts chewing on my rock hard nipples. While he's going at them, his body is already shaking, and sweat is starting to cover his torso ... he smells of expensive cologne, the cologne that his boyfriend, Don, wears all of the time ... and the odor is intoxicating. I reach for his tits and latch onto them and twist them and his head flies back and his face, going all beet red, is a mask of pleasure while he groans loudly saying, "Yes, that's it!"

Now we are rolling around the bed, savagely groping each other. His muscular arms encircle me, almost crushing me ... I grab his cock, and then I flip him over and straddle his chest and remove my cock from my slacks. My member springs forth obscenely and he sticks out his tongue trying to get a drop of the sap that is falling from the slit. I rub it in his face and the stubble of his beard on the sensitive head of my prick makes me shiver .... I get off of him for a second and throw my pants and briefs to the floor and remount him. Now we are both naked, our bodies grinding against the other. We both are breaking a mean sweat as the hotel room is stuffy ... I grab at his tits again and he yells out, "Fuck, yes, you fucking bastard!" and then I shove my cock into his mouth and fuck his face.

It does not take long for me to shoot my load, and Elliot sucks greedily, drinking my juice, and then I feel him buck beneath me and my back is sprayed with a gallon of his spooge ... and we both are shaking and having orgasms, and he never takes his mouth off my cock ...

A few minutes later, we are splayed out next to each other lying in a pool of sweat and cum. I am out of breath and feel like I have been hit by a truck . Elliot has his arm over his face and is sucking wind.

"Jesus Christ, man, I mean wow. I haven't shot a load like that in ages!" he said gasping for air.

I turned to look at him, his hairy baby bear body, his unbelievably thick, long cock, and his gorgeous, masculine face and I felt myself getting hard again.

"Yeah, well, the night is young, get ready for more", and then got up from the bed to clean myself off.

When I got back , he was putting a blanket over the sheets ... he smiled up at me, and said, "Hey, I don't feature rolling around in my own jizz" and then he said, "So this is all cool, huh? We are not going to tell Rick or Don about any of this?"

"Not on your life, Moose", I said helping him with the blanket, "This is just a little friendly affair that you and I have to get out of our system". And then I pushed him back down on the bed and began kissing him...

Now we are wrestling around on the bed, each trying to best the other. He is very strong and quick, and it is turning me on to no end ... I manage to get an arm around his neck and put him in a choke hold, I give his nuts a cheap slap and he howls in pain, and then he shoves his ass closer to me and I bite him on the back of the neck and his head falls back and I release his neck and reach around for his rock-hard pecs and drive my hands into them, all the while whispering obscenities into his ear ...

I slip several fingers into his tight ass crack and he gasps. I shove in further and make him squirm. If he's in pain, he's enjoying it as he, again, pushes his ass towards me and now my hand is in past my knuckles and he is howling like a wolf caught in a trap ...


"Beg for it, you fucking slut!" I command", enjoying the power trip.

"Please sir, PLEASE!" He brays, his voice cracking.

Throwing him face down on the filthy bed, I grab a condom and say, "I shouldn't even lube up, you deserve a dry fuck, you pig!"


My threat is empty as I grease my sheathed member and then ram into him. My god, his ass is so damn tight, and once my cock manages to get in, his asshole seems to clamp down on it and around it sending wild pleasures coursing through me.

I start slapping his ass, and then yanking his hair, and the big lug of a kid is a champ, enjoying it as much as I am.

I pull out now, for a second and flip him over on his back, I want to see his face whilst fucking him. He is so goddamn beautiful. With his legs raised and resting on my shoulders I go back in. This time I see his face scrunch up and his eyes grow wide and he opens his mouth and I spit into it and call him a pig again. And he spits back at me, and I lunge down and we kiss savagely, he bites my tongue and I ram him harder and he cries out in pain ...

Watching him while fucking him, I understand, suddenly, the attraction ... shit... he reminds me of Chris ... of course! That's it! Coming to that realization makes me fuck him even harder ... and his cries of pain are like sweet music to me.

It goes like this for awhile. His chest hair matted, his nipples hard and pink, his body wracked, finally he grabs hold of his cock and starts jerking and when he shoots his load it hits me in the face, and I lick some of it off my lips and then I am hit with my own river of pleasure and I let out a war cry of my own and then find myself growling insanely while my body shakes in unfettered spasms of orgasmic bliss...

We shared a cigarette after that round. Both of us sore yet sated. And I told him that he was a great fuck. He smiled and said, "Brother, you throw a mean one yourself ... don't tell Don, but that was one of the best fucks I've had in years."

We both got out of bed now. He took a shower first and the I took one when he was done. A little while later, we got dressed and grabbed a couple of sandwiches at the diner across the street from the motel.

Back at our room, we washed down the food with a couple of beers and when we were through he said, "So, what do you say, want to go again?"

The afternoon was long gone by now, and it was almost nine o clock. I knew that Rick was at his parent's house in Ohio, and I had no other pressing engagements, so I said , "Cool, how about you fuck me. I want to feel what it's like being banged by that missile of yours."

Lots more body contact this time, it's almost exactly like it was with Chris. He's tough and really gives me a run for my money. I am hard again almost instantly ... this time, he gets me in a choke hold and it's merciless and he leaves me sore and bruised ... and as horny as I've been all day.

"Come on, Elliot," I urge, "Give it to me good!"

He responds with a powerful punch to my chest that leaves me breathless and then he lets go with another war cry, flexing his biceps, his youthful cockiness in full bloom ... I leap foreword, knocking him back down to the bed, and open wide, taking his rod into my mouth.

Sucking his cock, is an effort as it is big and unruly, much like Elliot himself. First he's fucking my face, then he's shoving it all the way in until I am gagging, next he's just got the fat head of it slipping gingerly in and out. But I keep at it, enjoying his proclamations of pleasure, his meaty hands pushing at my head, his muscular ass cheeks tensing and relaxing as I hold on to them.

Finally he is laying flat, I grab hold of his inner thighs and squeeze them while I deep throat his stalk ... he lets go with a rumbling of obscenities as I let go of his thighs and reach up for his tits ... I manage one hard slap to his left pec and he arches his back and yanks my head back with a handful of hair and says, "Time to get fucked".

On my back, he mounts me in one quick move, shoving his piece into me. I let out a howl and grab at him, pulling him closer until his sweaty torso is on mine. He's into the hilt now and he starts pile driving me, my head slamming the wall behind the bed ... Somehow I manage to grab onto my own cock and begin jerking off, never taking my eyes off this animal like young man. His face keeps morphing into a million pre-coital masks of pleasure... I let go of my cock now and reach for his muscular arms, feeling them bulge with every frenzied movement ... I loose myself for a second and utter the name, "Chris" ... he does not notice.

He pulls out now, and rips off his condom and lays back, aiming his cock at me. I reach for his chest and yank at one of his tits, my free hand attending to my own dick...simpatico, I shoot my load just as he does the same; the two of us twisting in pleasure, our goo flying on to the other until he collapses onto me, all sweat and sticky cum ... our breathing heavy ... our cocks finally, for the first time, going flaccid as we embrace and hold each other ... two weary adventures finishing up a climb to Everest.

I remember when he got up off the bed, and went for his jeans which were balled up on the floor. He fished out a pack of Life Savers and offered me one. Wild cherry.

"So?", I asked, "Was it worth it?"

He paused for a second in the gloom and nodded his head. "Yes, better than I thought it would be."

"Remember", I said getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom, "This was a one night only kind of thing".

After I showered and dressed, I waited for him to finish up. He came out of the bathroom in tight fitting jeans and a wife beater t-shirt.

We walked slowly to the door and he paused and turned and pulled me into his arms and gave me a deep, soulful kiss. And then he said, softly, "One night only? I don't think so".

We walked together to the parking lot, he to his car, me to mine. And as I opened up the door I looked up at the full moon having over the parking lot and realized that I could still taste the wild cherry in my mouth.