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Chapter I. My boy and I were planning on day-tripping out to Fire Island. We had our swim suits, towels, and a picnic lunch, all ready for spending some quiet time on the beach. It was a gorgeous day, and as we lounged, we enjoyed checking out the hot guys, some of whom were sunbathing naked. As my boy frolicked in the surf, I slather myself in sunscreen and fell asleep. When I woke up, some time had passed, and there was no sign of my boy anywhere. I entertained myself with my book for a while and then figured I would ring his cell phone to see when he was coming back. Of course, he had left his phone in the carry bag which was next to me on our towel, so I had no way of reaching him. As the afternoon moved into early evening, I became increasingly concerned, as the hour was approaching for the last ferry back to the main land. Just as I was about to pick up everything and see if he was somewhere in town, he reappeared walking down the beach with a super cute 20-something, who was wearing a tiny speedo and, I noticed, filling it out very well. They were carrying on like they were best of friends. My boy casually introduced me to Blake. Apparently, they had gone to school with each other and fallen out of touch. I got the feeling that they might have fooled around when they knew each other, and it crossed my mind that they may have fooled around while I was asleep on the beach. Blake had his arm wrapped around my boy's back and it seemed like his fingers were slipping into my boy’s board shorts. "We're about to miss the last ferry," I commented, only to learn Blake had invited us to crash at his beach house for the night. The house had five bedrooms, and only four of them were taken for the weekend, "...not that there will be a lot of sleeping going on tonight..." Blake muttered. "Why not? Thanks," I accepted, and with that the three of us we headed to the house, where, upon arriving, my boy and I were introduced to Blake's much older, much heavier, much hairier boyfriend, Tom, who, like the three of us, was wearing shorts, but unlike the three of us, Tom was also wearing a polo shirt. Even so, I could easily see his hairy chest, pot belly, and firm nipples poking out of the shirt as it stretched across his broad chest. Blake broke-out a bottle of vodka, and between the four of us, it went down very rapidly. Tom and Blake were sitting on either side of my boy on the sofa, and I was in the only chair in the living room. I could swear that they were getting closer and closer to my boy, until their legs were all touching, then crossing over each other. Tom put his hand on my boy’s thigh and when my boy didn’t complain, he slowly inched it up to my boy’s crotch until he was cupping my boy’s balls. Rather than feeling uncomfortable, I found myself turned-on, as was apparently also my boy. At least it sure looked like he was getting hard. Neither of us had fooled around outside of our relationship in a long time, and neither of us were particularly interested in heavyset hairy guys, but we didn’t stop what was clearly happening. Blake leaned in close to my boy and Tom used his free hand to steer my boy’s face into Blake’s. The two kissed gently, then harder and harder until they were full on making out. Blake’s sizeable cock worked its way out of the waistband of his speedo and my boy wrapped his hand around it. Blake steered his head to Tom, and Tom dove into my boy like a man possessed. I felt like a third wheel, but didn’t know how or if I should participate. My boy seemed to be enjoying himself, and they were only making out, and maybe a light jerkoff, so I didn’t stop anything from happening. Blake looked over at me and gave me a ‘come hither’ glance. I stood up, my raging hard-on fighting to be free of my swimsuit. ‘You guys wanna fuck,’ he asked rather directly. My boy moaned approval as he continued to suck Tom’s face. Blake had me come over to him and he forced me to kneel in front of him on the floor. My boy saw that I was about to be forced to go down on Blake and he murmured, "Fuck yeah. Suck his cock! It tastes so good!" It was then that I knew they must have fooled around earlier in the day because he had only kissed Blake up to that point. Blake grabbed the back of my head and forced his thick eight inches deep into my throat. I surprised myself by not gagging. I let him fuck my mouth, as his dick oozing sweet and salty precum into my throat. My face buried in Blake’s crotch, I couldn’t see what my boy and Tom were doing, but I sensed them moving around on the couch. When Blake let me come up for air, I saw that my boy was sitting on Tom’s lap. Tom’s dick was out of his shorts and my boy’s shorts were gone. I saw my boy’s ass crack shiny with Tom’s precum and he was squirming around trying to get that dick to ‘accidentally’ enter him. I was okay with us fooling around, but I didn’t know these guys and was wary of fucking at all, especially fucking raw! After a few minutes of watching my boy try to get fucked by a bear he had just met, Blake reached over and grabbed his boyfriend’s cock, suggesting "Let’s help them out, shall we?" he said as he grinned at me. Blake took my hands and guided them to my boy’s ass. "Spread those cheeks wide so he can get some of what Tom’s gifting." I did as I was told, mesmerized by the bare sex show playing out only inches from my face. Blake guided Tom’s thick stubby drooling cock into my boy’s hole, and I did nothing to stop it. I helped force my boy’s cheeks wide to make Tom’s access easier. My boy grunted as he lowered himself onto Tom’s wet dick. No lube, not even spit, just Tom’s precum. And it popped right in, deeper and deeper. After he raised and lowered himself a few times, I saw Tom’s cock covered in white juice. It dawned on me that my boy had been fucked while I was asleep. Blake, or someone, had bred him and seeded his ass. Blake held my head down and told me to lick Tom’s cock. When my boy raised up, I flicked my tongue across Tom’s dick and could distinctly taste cum mixed with my boy’s ass juice. Blake re-positioned himself behind me, and I knew he was going to fuck me. He worked his dripping cock, still wet from having deep-throating me, and eased it along my ass crack. He held one hand on my head, forcing me to lick Tom, with his other hand on my ass. He roughly entered me with three fingers. I winced at what must have been his fingernails. I worried that he was cutting me open back there, and then groaned with pain as he thrust his thick cock balls deep into my gut. The sensation changed as he held himself inside of me. I felt so full. Blake used both hands to hold my hips and pile drive my pussy, which allowed me to look up. My boy was craning his neck around to watch his friend breed me. Tom grunted "I’m getting close. Wanna knock these boys up together? Wanna fill them with our special seed?" "FUCK YEAH!" Blake shouted as he picked up his pace. Tom exclaimed "Fuck, I’m cumming! Filling your ass with my POZ cum! This is what you wanted, right?" "YES, YES, YES," was all my boy could muster. Blake jackhammered into me and then held himself deep in me. He just grunted. I couldn’t feel it, but I knew he was cumming inside me, and I was almost certain that he too was POZ. The thought alone was enough to make me cum, hard, without even touching my dick. I sprayed all over the front of the sofa and the floor. Blake forced my head down to lick up my own cum, saying "Share that with your boy. Don’t swallow. It might be the last NEG load he gets tonight!" As I was licking up my cum, we heard a series of hoots and hollers from the porch. I guess the rest of the house guests had arrived, and found us as sweaty mess, both me and my boy leaking toxic cum from our holes. Tom’s stubby cock was still firmly planted in my boy’s hole and I had a mouthful of cum. Blake forced my boy’s head back and I snowballed my seed into his mouth. He loved it. The guys, four couples broke into applause at the scene they had walked in on. The guys were generic Chelsea muscle beauties, each and every one of them. They had names like Colt, Steve, Brad, Chet, Brett, and Cliff. I would describe them individually, but they all blended together into one mass of tanned taught muscle and six plump packages straining to escape their trunks. I wanted to ask my boy to fill in the blanks for me. I wanted to know if, while I was asleep on the beach, he really had talked about taking POZ seed from these guys, but, I wasn’t going to get a chance. Tom and Blake introduced us to our housemates and showed us our room. They told us to freshen up so we could get ready for a party, but Tom was careful to tell us not to clean out our assholes, advising "You boys keep that seed simmering inside you. It’ll take some time to seep in, and you’ll want to be cum-lubed in case your holes see more action tonight." Turns out that that night was going to be a big blow out celebration on the beach, and I knew it was going to be a long hard night. To be continued…
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