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I was living in Houston during one of the many hurricanes that have plagued that city. The complex I was living in was a really small two-story structure that was adorable and completely gay. There were no more than twenty units with a pool in the center courtyard. I lived on the lower floor near the entrance so I saw everyone coming and going. It was very friendly and quite cruisy. It didn’t take long to learn that this complex was quite notorious for its cruising at night. When I was feeling antsy, I would usually open my living room drapes and sit around watching who was walking about the grounds. One late Friday night, I saw a guy getting fucked in a second story corridor. I just stared. Amazing. One of the first encounters I had was with a young blonde guy who also lived in the complex. He would always wave hello and walk around in his really tight blue jean shorts. His ass was screaming in those shorts. This one evening he was lingering around my door when I finally opened the door and leaned against the frame and started chatting with him. Before wasting too much time he made it clear he wanted to get fucked. Perfect, I thought. He came inside and stripped immediately and jumped onto my bed, spread his legs wide and started playing with his ass in an erotic nasty way. I love a bottom to be nasty and assertive. If you want to get fucked, let me know it and tell me what you need. I got us a few beers and came back into the bedroom. He was getting all worked up. He slid a finger in his sweet hole and started moving it around. I stripped and got on the bed and fed him my cock. He swallowed it completely. I reached down and added my finger to his hole along next to his. He had a nice, hot, tight and hungry pussy. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stuffed it all the way up his boy cunt. He was smooth and slippery. I really should have eaten him first, but he was moving quickly and needed some cock inside him fast. He encouraged me by saying things like, “Yeah stud that cock feels hot inside my ass. Fuck me, yeah, that’s it, fuck me.” It didn’t take long for him to blow his load which set me off. I pumped his ass full of my load. As soon as I was through, he popped my cock out of his ass and licked my cock clean. Then he started to get dressed. He was really friendly and said, “Anytime you need a piece of ass, no matter what time it is, stud, I’m in 11B. The door will be open, come on in.” And I did exactly that several more times. There was a black guy that lived on the lower level that I saw coming and going from time to time. He was seriously packing a heavy basket. He was rightfully proud of it and would stuff into a liquid pair of worn jeans. He’d adjust it to the right side and stage his balls so they accentuated his over-sized cock. You could even make out his cock hear through those jeans. He made it obvious to all that he had a huge cock. I remember thinking to myself, damn, that must be uncomfortable to be carrying that around all the time. He was a hot looking guy, probably around 29 or so. A neighbor a few doors down had befriended me and we were sitting outside chatting when the hot black guy walked by and said hello. My neighbor asked if I knew the guy. I said no and he told me his name was Michael. “He tried to pick me up once, but I wouldn’t go near him.” I asked why? He told me that even though the guy was hot, “What the hell was I supposed to do with a cock that big? I’m pretty good, but not that good.” I just sort of smiled and thought damn, how big can he really be? It was really late on a Saturday night and the courtyard was getting really cruisy. I kid you not, probably 15 or so guys walking about looking into windows. I was watching TV in my living room with the curtains open sort of keeping one eye on the tube and the other eye on the courtyard. It was very erotic watching these guys pick up my neighbors. Then there was a tap at my door. I opened it and a guy said, “He man, what’s up?” I looked at him and he was pretty hot looking and I thought, why the hell not? I said,” Not much here bud, what are you into?” He told me he was open but that he really wanted a chance to eat my hot ass. I opened the door a little wider. The guy came in and said that there was just one thing, he was here with his lover and could his lover join in? I asked what his lover was into and he said, “Three-ways.” I said sure and he left and returned with a hot looking guy. Both guys were in their mid twenties with a slim, muscular build. The boyfriend was taller and more muscled. We all started stripping during introductions and the first guy immediately got on his knees behind me and spread my ass cheeks and started eating. Man his tongue was deep and wet. His boyfriend stripped and showed me a nice hard 8” cock with a thick mushroom head to it. I bent down and started sucking his cock. He worked the back of my head and helped me to deep throat him. As soon as I hit bottom, he groaned in a hot masculine guttural way. I loved feeling that thick cock buried in my throat. In the mean time, the shorter guy was making a pig of himself in my ass. Spit was dripping down my thigh and off my balls. He pulled his face out of my ass and told his boyfriend, “David, you gotta eat some of this, man. This is excellent ass.” David got down and began to eat me out, too. Then each of these hot fuckers plowed my ass till I was begging for them to blow their loads. They deposited two hot loads deep inside me and left. I fell asleep feeling very contented and really full. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a hand on my ass and was startled. Lying on my stomach, with only a sheet to cover up with, I tried to assess the situation but was jarred awake and looked up and it was my neighbor, the black guy, Michael. We had never really met, but here he was in my bedroom. I could feel his hand on my ass and I swear he swiped a finger across my hole as he awakened me. I wonder if he could tell that I had been creamed earlier. He told me my front door came ajar and with all of the foot traffic, he thought I should close it and lock it. He said it was not safe. I guessed the wind had blown the door open in the middle of the night. I was caught off guard, thanked him and gathered the sheet up and wrapped it around my waist and walked him to the door. I fell back to sleep, but never stopped wondering if he was trying to finger me. I also knew I wanted this guy to fuck me to death. I didn’t know how I would get his attention again, but I started fantasizing about his huge cock and wondered what it would look like going into my pale white cunt. I had to have him. Later in the summer a hurricane was predicted to be a direct hit to Houston. Everyone was making emergency arrangements. Most of my neighbors had decided to ride the storm out so I thought I would join them instead of going to my family’s house up north. Soon a full fledged hurricane party was organized. Everyone would stay in the lower apartments and one apartment would be used for drinks, one for food, another was to store debris that blew around the courtyard to prevent it from breaking any windows. The winds picked up early Friday morning and the rains came and pummeled us throughout the night. Saturday the eye crossed us around 9:00 p.m., and then we got the wet side, but everything was in control. People were having fun, taking care of business and eating and drinking and feeling very neighborly. Michael, the black stud I craved was nowhere to be found. I hadn’t seen him the night before either. I suspected that he went to stay with friends in a safer place away from the storm. As the evening wore on, the worst of the storm passed and I was starting to get tired and thinking about leaving to go to my apartment which was not being used for anything. In the corner of my eye I saw Michael enter the unit I was in. This was the unit that served drinks. Of course the evening cocktail was a Hurricane. He got a drink and headed right for me. He said hello and asked how I was. He said, “Wow, dude, I haven’t seen you since that night your door was wide open. I hope that I didn’t scare you off.” I said no, that I was so groggy and sleepy; I barely remember that evening, except that he probably saved me from getting robbed or something. He then leaned in and whispered, “Man I wanted that ass of yours so bad, but you were so out of it that I decided the timing was all wrong. I really liked what I saw.” I was so fucking turned on by this and said, “Man you should have taken what you needed I would have been fine with that.” He said “Well the storm has several more hours why not make good use of the time?” Then he said, “Give me your hand.” I reached out and he took my hand and placed it directly on his huge bulge. I quickly turned to look and see if anyone could see us. He was packed in so tight. I could feel the heat emanating from his jeans. I was excited and scared at the same time. I knew I wanted this black mother fucker, but I didn’t think I could handle him...in any capacity. He leaned in closer and put his lips against my ear and said, “I’m gonna make your pussy wet and your pucker is going to be glowing rosy-red when I’m through with you. Have you ever had a big nigger dick in that puss?” I started to sweat and could feel moisture gather along the crack of my ass. I cleared my throat and told him that I had and that I loved black cock. He said, “I’m not talking about black cock. I’m talking about pure nigger dick. Let’s go.” We got to my apartment and he started to unbutton his jeans; he wore no underwear. He left his jeans unbuttoned and took off his shirt. He was built like a brick shit house. Well defined muscles, quarter-sized nipples and he was blue-black. His bush was short and tight and I couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. I was starting to sweat because I was boned and anxious. I didn’t know what to do next. He lit a joint and passed it to me. I took a toke and inhaled deeply as he started feeling me up. He unbuttoned my shirt and started tweaking my nips. He got rid of my shirt and started to unzip and push my jeans to my knees. Leaning down he took my left tit into his mouth and started to nibble and suck. I took another hit off the joint and passed it back to him. I could feel his hand massage my shoulder and then move down my spine to the top of my ass. My cock was raging as he slid his hand down to my butt cheeks and further to my crack. He soon found my hole and rubbed across it and moaned along with me when he found it. He then bit my tit taking me to the edge. He stepped back and said, “Yeah dude, we’re gonna have a hot time tonight.” He lowered his jeans and his cock sprang free. I couldn’t believe it. I just stared at it speechless. He smiled and said, “Don’t worry about it; we’ll have a good time.” He had at least 12 inches of thick jet-black uncut dick. The length didn’t scare me as much as the thickness. I took it in my hand and couldn’t touch my fingers to my thumb. This was clearly the biggest cock I have ever seen, much less held, and certainly the blackest. I went to my knees and peeled back the foreskin from the enormous head. It was stunning to see this huge cock head drooling pre-cum. I licked it and savored the taste. Michael was encouraging me all the way telling me that I looked good with Nigger dick in my white mouth. He grabbed the back of my blonde head and tried to stuff it down my throat. I pulled back and looked up at him and said, “Dude, I will swallow your cock, but you’ve got to give me time to get used to it, cool?” He smiled and let go of my head. Don’t get me wrong I love having cock forced down my throat, but this was serious business. Someone could get hurt. And I wanted to do this right. I got up and suggested he get on the bed and lay back. I grabbed a fresh bottle of poppers and lube and got between his legs. I greased his cock with Astroglide and it glistened. I went back to work. I licked his cock and sucked it for 10 minutes or so and licked down to his balls. I sucked one in my mouth then took my fingers and stuffed the other one in my mouth along with the first one. He was grinding his hips upward so I knew he was getting hotter. I tightened up on his balls while pulling away creating a pressure that I knew he’d love. I spit his balls out and licked back up his shaft. I took a small hit off the poppers, sucked in my breath and got as much spit into my mouth as I could muster. I started to descend down his cock and soon felt the huge head at my throat. I inhaled a little more and pushed. Nothing happened. I tried again and still nothing. I was drooling spit all around this guy’s cock and sliding up and down spreading it as best as I could. There was a lot of real estate to cover. Finally, I pushed hard and kept the pressure on his cock, and then something popped. It was his cock head. It had popped from the back of my mouth then into my throat. I actually felt my throat expand to accommodate his girth. I was a bit stunned at first, but stayed perfectly still. Michael was moaning and started to play with my hair. I looked up at him and he made eye contact with me. He had this hot lusty look on his face. “You’re doing great white boy. You can do this. Come on, take this cock. This is nigger dick and you know you want it.” I did want it. I slowly started to push even more of his cock into my throat. My eyes were watering. I knew if I panicked, I would have to spit his cock out and start all over. I was now more than half way there. My eyes were bulging out. I stopped and tried to breathe through my nose. It worked, I got oxygen and calmed down and continued my descent. He started growling louder and louder as I went further and further down. Snot started running out of my nose but I didn’t care. I felt little micro-pricks on my upper lip. I opened my eyes and saw a jet-black forest that was his pubic hair. The wiry hairs were sticking into my lips. Fuck me! I was at the base of his cock. I had deep-throated the biggest cock I have ever had. He started gyrating and moaning and cursing. Michael and I made eye contact. There were tears in mine. I needed to breathe. I tried to breathe through my nose and again, it worked. Michael looked at me with pure lust and said, “Oh my fucking god! Please don’t stop. Please stud, Can I fuck your throat? Please let me, just a little?” I signaled him he could. Michael took the locks of my hair in each hand and got a good grip and then started to slide his big fucking dick in and out of my throat. I knew I couldn’t do this for too long, but I wanted to please my black stallion. He picked up the pace while I focused on controlling my throat muscles and keeping my lungs filled with air. He was breathing hard and grunting and cursing. “Eat dick, you cocksucker. Oh baby, fuck yeah, take that nigger dick all the way down. Look at that!” With that he stuffed his monster all the way to the base and held it there. I was starting to gag on it. Saliva was drooling out everywhere. Snot was coming out of my nose and I needed air, but neither of us cared so Michael started his assault again. He was skull fucking me brutally and my throat was starting to get sore. Still, I was in heaven. The smell of this stud was intoxicating. Suddenly he pulled out and through his labored breathing said, “Fuck, man, no one has ever done that to me before. Not like that. I almost lost it. But I want more from you than a blow job. Turn around and show me what you got.” Still gasping for air, I grabbed my poppers and turned around and buried my face in the pillow sticking my ass up in the air. I felt Michael crawl on top of me. He felt so warm and his cock was wedged between his stomach and my ass cheeks. It was wet and still emanating heat. He was grinding and kissing the back of my neck. He reached around and grabbed my tits with each hand and was twisting them. He whispered in my ear again, “I want you to turn around on your back, spread your legs and show me your that pearly white ass and pink pussy.” I turned around onto my back and spread my legs and lifted each knee and opened my ass for him to see. He moaned and started massaging both cheeks of my ass. He got down low and told me to finger myself. I could feel his breath on my hole. I inserted a finger in. He started licking my finger as it went in and out. I pulled completely out and he sucked my finger all the way down to the knuckle. He then stuck his tongue into my hole. Damn that felt good. I purred into the pillow. “Good pussy, stud.” He really started eating my ass out good at that point. Lapping at first then inserting his tongue as far as possible. He was making jabbing fucking motions with his tongue. He kept pushing my legs higher and higher. He told me to take each leg and pull it back and hold it there. I tried but that wasn’t the right position for him. He grabbed some pillows and stuffed two under my butt lifting it up and another two behind my head. He told me to grab my ankles and hold them back as far as I could. This was the perfect position. I grabbed each ankle and brought them to either side of my head. I could actually see both of them with my peripheral vision. “Can you see your cunt, baby?” Looking down I told him surprisingly, that I could. I had a perfect shot of my glistening rose bud. I made it wink and spit bubbled out. Michael slid two fingers into me. I loved the way his coal-black fingers looked stuffed in my ass. I wanted to get fucked so bad. I was so horned for some big black nigger dick. I understood what Michael meant when he told me he didn’t have a black cock. Michael added a third finger and started licking the outer perimeter of my ass ring. He was really getting me opened. He added some lube and started sliding his fingers in and out steadily. I was really getting turned on. Then he added more lube and a forth finger. I was making sounds and squirming from side to side. Michael looked right into my eyes and said, “Oh baby that is right where I want to be. I love your fucking ass. You ready?” I looked at him and nodded. The hurricane outside was raging full force and so was I. He put the bottle of poppers under my right nostril and closed the left nostril and I inhaled. He repeated the other side. I began to feel light headed. He pulled his four fingers out of my ass and I looked down. His huge cock head was black and shiny with lube. He put the head at my pucker, which was rosy red just liked he’d promised earlier. I was starting to feel the poppers at this point, and then I felt him put pressure on my ass rim. Nothing was happening so I pushed out. “Good boy, work that pussy. You know what you want.” he said. I pushed out again and the head pushed through my ring and he slowly slid his cock in to the base. I gasped. His cock was huge. This big fat cock was buried all the way inside me; his bush was pricking my cunt lips. I started breathing again and thought, damn, this is as much dick as I could possible have inside me. I was stretched to the max. I was definitely full. I felt Michael flex his rock hard cock. I clamped down on my ass in response. He said, “That’s it baby, talk to me. Let daddy know you like his nigger dick in your pussy.” I clamped down again and then again. “Ready?” he asked? I was still holding my legs back looking down at this monster dick buried in my ass. “Yeah dude, I’m ready. Fuck me stud,” I said. He asked, “You want this big nigger dick in your pussy?” I said, Hell yeah, man fuck my ass. Give it to me, fucker and don’t be gentle. Fuck me like a man.” He put the popper bottle under my nose and fed me the only elixir that would get me through to upcoming fuck. He slowly started pulling out and stopping only to apply more lube and then pushing back in. His fucking motion and the sheer size of his cock created a vacuum in my ass which in turn made a sloppy airy squishy farting noise that you only hear when the fuck is nasty. Michael started grunting and cursing again. Every few minutes he would feed me more poppers and body slam into me again. I clamped down on his cock to give him his money’s worth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Sweat was pouring off his face and onto me. Each time he slammed back into my cunt he was making me more of a whore for his black cock. Michael told me to watch this. I looked down and he pulled his saturated dick completely out and slammed it back into my ass. Now my eyes rolled to the back of my head. He repeated this 8 or 10 times. Then he pulled out, and quickly slid 4 fingers and most of the palm of his hand into my ass and slowly twisted. We both moaned incoherently. Michael made eye contact and said he loved the warmth and feeling of a freshly fucked hole. He shoved his cock back in and jack-hammered be into the bed. My head was slamming against the headboard which knocking pictures off the wall. I was delirious and moaning jumbled sentences begging him to fuck me. I reached down between our legs and scooped up globs of pre-cum, lube and ass juice and lubed my cock up. I looked up at Michael, who was now basically doing push-ups on top of me, made eye contact and stuttered the words, “Wreck my fucking cunt.” At that instant, blew my load all over my face, Michael’s face and both of our chests. Volley after volley landed somewhere across one of us. That did it for Michael. “This is how it feels to get nigger fucked. Here I go you fucking hot white-trash motherfucker.” He pumped harder and hard then buried his cock and stayed still. I could feel his heartbeat through his dick. I felt it pulse really hard. He shot load after load into me. His cock continued to pulse and I could actually feel the heat of his cum inside me. He stayed still while his cock finished blowing its nut. I lost track of cum shots and heartbeats as they soon became one in the same. He laid there on top of me for a few minutes catching his breath. Once in a while he’d flex his cock and I would return the gesture by clamping down on his softening dick. After we recovered, Michael slowly pulled his cock out of my ass causing a vacuum “whoosh” sound and a small river of cum began to flow out of my ass. He looked at it and said, “That’s hot.” I had never been so thoroughly fucked in my life. The storm eventually passed. I never did get together with Michael again. We’d pass each other at the complex and flirt. Once we even tried to get together again, but it never seemed to work out. I will never forget that night in the hurricane.
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I was at the gym today and lucky this gym had separate steam/jazzcui for men and women. I’ve visited a few times I’ve use this gym. Not much has happened in it, on my past visits. Today was an exception. All of the guys Ive seen in the steam typically in swimwear or underwear. I realized I had forgotten to pack an extra pair of short for the potential of visiting this gym today. So I free balled during my work out, and figured I just go get a shower. I grab my gym towel, which wasn’t a full sized towel and wrapped it as much as I could and headed to the shower. As I headed for the shower, I thought “I’ve got some covering, what the hell let give it a try in away.” So in I went. There were a few other men in the steam as I sat down and took in the steam. A few left and few came in. One of the men who came in sat down catacorner to me, an older white hairy daddy, with a daddy bod.He grabbed and adjusted himself as he sat down. I took that in and wondered if that was a signal. So I watched him from the corner of my eye. I saw him look around, as a couple men left. Leaving him, me, and another older man in there. He adjusted again. So I decide to test, if I was reading this correctly. Since my towel left one of leg very open. I shifted my leg and expose my black cock to this daddy. I was certain he was surprise, as he realize the view. He then reached down and shook his cock in his shorts. I then reached down gave my cock a couple of quick strokes and start back. He then looked around and then moved closer carefully, and reach out to touch my cock. When I didn’t push him away he began to play with my cock and nipples. Other guy was clearly watching, and at a few points got up and was playing lookout. Soon enough this daddy lean down and started suck on my cock. It felt good as he was starting to take me deeper. But just as he was getting into it, someone came in. It was clear things weren’t going to continue. So I figure I’d head for the shower. I made sure to brush against him as I got up and headed for the shower. I slowed walked to the shower holding my towel, but lounger near the doorway, as If I was assessing the shower area. But looking back over my shoulder to see if he followed. A breath or to later I saw him stepping out of the steam room, and look in my directions. I nodded and headed for a shower. I went the one in the back farthest corner and check to see if it had soap. I entered and left the door slight ajar. Started up the shower and got under the water. A few minute later I saw him at the door, and gesture for him to come in. He did and close the door. We position him in to the far corner, to make it hard for anyone to see that there were 2 of in here. He dropped his shorts, and picked back up licking my nipples. Put some pressure on his shoulder to signal he should return to sucking. Which he quickly did. I placed my hand on the back of his head, and held him in place as he worked on my cock. I periodically looked behind me to see if anyone might see. He definitely know what he was doing, as I was heading toward climax. All the while struggling to not make a noise to let on what was going one. Soon enough I was flooding his mouth with my load. I rinsed off as he stood up. I grabbed my towel, and nod a thank you to him, and exited the shower. As I did I figured he’d have a nice fantasy that I was straight or DL, with how quickly I got out of there. But need to because I had an appointment to get to. I can say this was the first time this had happened at the gym and not the bathhouse.
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PART ONE “Hey Ian! Looks like I finally found us some work?” “Oh? What?” “Prostitutes!” “WHAT?!” “Well, 'retail workers' if you wanna get all technical about it. Same difference, we're getting fucked over either way.” “O...kay...?” These sorts of interactions were commonplace in Kace and Ian's relationship. In fact, you might call it the bread-and-butter of their day-to-day life. Really, Ian should've been used to it now. But for a, shall we say, more 'reserved' person, his boyfriend's more risque sense of humour still succeeded in making that tan on his face look more like a sunburn, and getting him very interested in looking at the floor. Or a wall. Or anywhere that wasn't eye contact. “Come on,” Kace laughed, tossing a muscular arm around Ian, pulling the whole 'whopping' 145 pounds of man to his side of the sofa .“It was funny!” “You know how I feel about those kinds of jokes...” “Of course! Why do you think I make them?” “Because you like to see me squirm?” “Guilty as charged.” “But why?” “You want my honest answer?” “Uh, yea.” “Because...” Kace continued, arm sliding lower to wrap around Ian's waist. “You're cute as hell when you're flustered.” Though that remark did nothing to reduce said flustering, it did bring a hint of a smile to Ian's face, one of the few he'd made over the past couple weeks. However, that smile wouldn't last for long as he sighed, blonde hair mingling with his boyfriend's brown locks as he set his head on Kace's shoulder. “So... Those are the only openings you could find today, huh?” Likewise, Kace's teasing demeanour also faded, shifting instead into concern. “Look... I know you're not big on 'people'-y jobs.” “Kace, I-” “And I can't blame you. People are dicks.” “Kace-” “Don't worry, I'll find us something else and-” “KACE!” Though Ian's 'raised voice' was little more than speaking slightly above inside-voice levels, to Kace it was as if a screamo-metal rave was taking place in their tiny living room. Ian never yelled. EVER. To call this a cause for concern would be the understatement of the year. “It's okay. I'll do it. Just get me the application form.” “No. You don't have to do some job you hate. There are always other options.” “Like what? Calling up Mom? Again?” “Well...” “C'mon Kace, she's helped out too much already.” It was true. Since the day they'd rented that sardine-tin apartment, Ian's mother had practically shouldered all their living costs. She didn't mind, all she cared about was that her son found 'a nice young man to settle down with.' Besides, she'd joke, with him majoring in nursing, he'd be paying her back in spades anyways when she got 'so damned old I can't find my teeth no more!' Yea... Clearly Ian didn't inherit his shyness from his mom's side of the family. Anyways, the point was that even though she didn't mind, Ian sure as hell did. Kace sighed. Getting that guy to take a helping hand was akin to trying to bathe a cat. “Look... Just think about it, okay? We don't have to decide tonight.” Ian sighed. Though disappointed, his smarts overruled his emotion. There was no way he could rationally argue with Kace's suggestion. “Fine,” He acquiesced. “I'll think about it, but I can't promise anything. Now...” Ian paused. He needed something to occupy his mind, any menial task would do. “Would you like some supper?” “Dude. It's 4:30.” Ian's baby blues crashed, falling to look at an incredibly fascinating spot of brown carpet. “So yea!” Kace laughed, delivering a playful and (unintentionally) painful slap to Ian's back. Baby blues have just taken liftoff, I repeat, baby blues have just taken liftoff. “You're sure? I don't want you just to do this because of me-” “Ian. I'm. Hungry.” “As long as you're certain-EEP!” Why the 'eep,' you ask? Good question. In case you hadn't already guessed, Ian was rather the quiet type. He was lucky that he made all those (in Kace's opinion) adorable faces whenever they fooled around, because there were mutes who made more sound during intercourse. A good thing Kace, despite his large appetite for such activities, was fairly vanilla, because gagging Ian wouldn't have changed a thing in terms of the, ahem, 'auditory' stimulation. No, the only way, to the best of Kace's knowledge anyway, was to catch the guy by surprise. So, the second he stood up, SWHACK came a second slap! Only this one was a wee bit lower than the shoulder, let's put it that way. “Damn! Bounce quarters off that thing!” Kace hooted, counting not one, not two, but five ripples in Ian's butt before it finally settled back from extremely bouncy to its regular bouncy state. The display was made easily visible courtesy to a pair of bright blue short shorts. Really, the only reason Ian wore them was because they came free with his last photoshoot, and they couldn't afford to waste. Well that and he knew how much Kace loved it (though not as much as the complimentary Speedo, but that;s a story for another time). “I know,” Ian sighed, arching an eyebrow as a lazy smile spread across his lips. “You have. I've still got the bruises.” “Come on man,” Kace laughed, calling out to Ian as he scampered off to the kitchen. “It was only one!” “One quarter my ass.” Dinner was, as usual, a budget feast of tuna melts and baked beans. Protein, fat, and carbs, Kace would say. You couldn't go wrong with that! Even if it was plain. Even if they'd had it every night for the past week. Even if- A piano solo blasted from Ian's shirt pocket, snapping both parties out of their daydreaming fugue. Not any piano solo, however, no, his ringtone was the opening to Kace's latest, greatest piece. A little something to remind them of what all this was for in the first place. Ian swallowed his mouthful, fully prepared to hit decline.... That was until he got a good look at the caller ID. “Ah, sorry, I gotta take this one,” Ian said, leaving Kace alone with nothing but a half-eaten tuna melt for company as he made a hasty exit, not just out of the kitchen but out of the apartment altogether, off to pace the corridors in some conversation unknown. That... Wasn't like Ian. Like, at all. Running off like that, hiding conversations... It wasn't cheating, Kace knew that much. His boyfriend barely had enough extroversion to flirt with him, let alone a random stranger. Besides, the guy was paranoid about STDs and all that jazz (majoring in nursing can do that to a person). But, if not that, the question still remained: what was wrong? Whatever the problem was, Kace thought, sipping the last of his beer, he'd gently confront Ian with it that night. After all, their relationship was one constructed of trust. Whatever was bothering Ian, he could talk about it! Little did he know that Ian, who'd just hung up after insisting on consulting Kace before entering any 'binding contracts' was about to do the same thing. “Ian, are you-” “Uhm, so I-” The pair stopped. Tried again. Stopped again. It seemed every time one opened his mouth to speak, the other chose that moment to do the same, sending them into a hopeless cycle of cutting each other off. Alas, one of the few disadvantages of always travelling the wavelength as your partner. Though mildly infuriating, it did serve to ease off a good chunk of the tension, and by the end the two were deliberately cutting themselves off just for the joke of it. “So,” Kace said, finally getting out in front. “I was going to ask... But I feel you've been trying to tell me for the past five minutes.” “How did you ever guess? Hah, yea, it's... It's Jonathan!” “Jonathan? That's great news!” “Not quite... You see he said he was looking for a-” Why, might you ask, is that great news? Here's a hint: it has something to do with those short shorts hugging Ian's bubble-for-a-butt backside. Jonathan had been taking pictures since before the dinosaurs went extinct. Okay, maaaybe not quite that long. Let's just say he'd been at it long enough to to take maternity pictures for Kace's mom. Kace, who was now twenty. The pictures Jonathan specialized in though... Well, they weren't exactly white-bread pregnancy fare. And he wasn't interested in Kace. Don't be mistaken, he did not find him an unattractive man. Standing 5'8, 165 pounds, with a surfer dude mop of hair and deep brown eyes, the guy was nothing to sniff at. But Kace wasn't exactly what he (or, more accurately) his customers, were interested in. A bit too muscular. A bit too intimidating. A bit too, as one client put it 'top-ish.' They weren't looking for tall , dark and handsome. No, what they wanted was limber, lithe, and boyish. And that's where Ian came into play. With only his height (5'6) and measurements alone, most people would've assumed they belonged to a woman. But anyone who saw him knew better. He looked effeminate in the way only a man could. He was, as Jonathan put it, a- “-Twink. He said he was looking for a twink.” “Uh. Yea. And I think he found one,” Kace said matter-of-factly, giving his boyfriend a painfully obvious glance up and down (especially down). “So, what's he got you modelling this time? Bike shorts? Boxers? Speedos? Hmm, yea, I hope it's Speedos.” “No, it's... It's not anything.” “What? It's gotta be something! Come on, I won't bite! Now spill.” “No, Kace, that's what I mean. It's nothing. At least for a couple shots anyway.” “Ohhh!” The brunette's eyes lit up, finally grasping what Ian was too shy to simply say straight. “That all? Look, Ian, I know how Jonathan works. Private clients with private requests desiring pictures for private use. Like, maybe five people will ever see it at max. I'm not telling you to do it if you're uncomfortable, just... Don't start worrying I'm going to get all jealous or something. The only way you're gonna make me mad is if I don't get a peek at those sweets pics of yours.” Kace winked, leaning in for a kiss... But Ian pulled away. “That... That isn't all. I'm... This isn't a solo shoot.” “Oh...” He said again, more hesitantly that time around. “Yea....” “Well...” Kace continued, trying to keep the conversation moving forwards. “What does he want you to do? For the shoot, I mean.” “Sort of a plotline, actually. Basically, an, uhm, older black... Gentleman seducing a....” Ian reddened, unsure if he wanted to quote Jonathan on the next part. “ 'Soft white twink'.' B-But there's no...” “Sex?” “Yea, that.” “You can use the word sex, you know,” Kace laughed, trying to lighten the mood by, as he loved to do, teasing his boyfriend's 'fragile constitution.' “I mean, with how much we-” “He said,” Ian interrupted, eager to nip THAT little tangent in the bud. “He wants some close contact. Not heavy petting or anything, just...” “Regular petting?” The taller of the two joked. “You could call it that... I guess.” “You should do it.” “Huh?” “Yea, if you want to, go for it,” Kace shrugged. “Are you sure?” “Well, I mean, it's not like you're going to be fucking the guy or something.” “I-” “Right, sorry, 'engaging in intercourse,' is what I meant to say. Still, I'd prefer to look in on it myself too, just in case... Y'know... But if you can't do it with-” “Kace,” Ian said, putting a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder (made somewhat comical by their differing heights). “You being there is the only way I think I CAN do this.” Kace ended up being the one to send Jonathan the final okay, Ian taking off to do whatever he did when he felt embarrassed (which, let's be real, was probably holing up in the university library with a med textbook). When he arrived back some three hours later, he opened the door to find- “Hey, 'Rustic country lodging suite with fishing lake and complimentary fresh English breakfast,' or 'Roomy accommodations with...' Huh. Says here 'Nautical feel?'” “What?” Ian asked, baffled as he stepped into the kitchen, revealing Kace clicking feverishly on his old brick of a laptop. “What are you-” “Bed and Breakfasts. See anything you like, just shout. Oh! 'Chic, modern rooms a stone's throw away from the city's premiere entertainment venues?' Sounds like clubbing to me! And I don't know about you, but that's right up my alley! There's also-” “And why exactly are we looking at BnBs?” “Uh, for your shoot of course. Duh.” “My shoot is at three in the afternoon, right?” “Yea. Hey, this one has a pool! All these things used to have was, I don't know, a bed and a breakfast,” Kace responded, only half listening. “...And the studio is only an hour out of the city, correct?” “Yup. Say, which would you prefer: a circular room with square windows or a square room with circular windows?” “I'd prefer to know why it is you think we need a Bed and Breakfast for a one-day job.” “Need? No, we don't need it. But it'll be fun.” “And how are we planning to pay for this?” Ian asked, gesturing to the burnt out lightbulbs gone months without replacing. “....The shoot,” Kace responded, as if being forced to explain the most obvious thing in the world. “Yes, all 250 dollars of it.” “Two hundred and, hah! 250?” He laughed, slapping the table with nearly enough intensity to send the laptop barrel-rolling to the tiled flooring. “Ian, it's 250 per HOUR! It's an eight hour shoot! Haha! I'm supposed to be the dumb one in this relationship remember?” “You're not dumb,” Ian said, registering the need to assure his boyfriend before the first part of what was said sunk in. “Wait. Per hour?” “Yep! Bet you're glad I read the fine print, huh? I-oh!” Something rare had just happened. No, it wasn't the couple embracing, that was a daily (practically hourly) activity. The oddity at hand here was who was embracing who. Kace always played 'offensive,' as it were, both inside and outside the bedroom, Ian fair better suited to being on the receiving end. Yet, Kace now found himself pinned to his chair by a pair of thin, smooth arms leaning over him from behind. “Thank you...” Ian whispered. To Kace, it was just money. But to Ian, he knew it was a big deal. Something he wouldn't have to take from his mother or put himself deeper into the indentured servitude that was student loans. He'd always been the type to try to earn his keep. Unemployment was tough on him. Finally, he could go to bed without feeling guilty, like a mooch. “No...” Kace corrected. “Thank YOU. Now...” He continued, once the pair had enjoyed a couple minutes of comfortable, intimate silence. “You. Me. Six pack in the fridge.” “Huh?” “Dude! We're celebrating!” They had a wild night. And by wild, I mean Ian drank three-quarters of his bottle instead of the usual one half. “Lightweight,” Kace teased, draining the dregs from his third bottle. “Well, we can't all be fat like you,” Ian replied, having consumed just enough alcohol to allow him to make playful jabs. “Hey!” Kace said, pulling up his shirt to reveal a very different kind of six pack. “This look like flab to you?” “Hmm. I think I'll need to get a feel of it myself before I can make any final conclusions.” Ian? Flirting? Was... Was he somehow sloshed already? There was no way he'd- “But... I shouldn't. You're clearly intoxicated. It would be taking advantage of a vulnerable situation.” And there was the Ian that Kace knew. “You can take advantage, I don't mind!” Ian sighed. “Yes, that is what a drunk person would say.” “Dude! Watch!” Kace whined, performing the finger-to-nose sobriety test. Alas, he missed the dead centre, falling slightly closer to the left nostril than the right. For most people, that would've been more than enough to prove that one was still overall competent. But, in case you haven't already guessed, Ian wasn't most people. “See! Sober! S-O-B-E-R! Mostly.” “Alright. Look, it's getting late. I need-” “Your beauty sleep.” “-My rest or I'll be too tired to get anything done tomorrow. My courseload isn't going to review itself.” “But-” “And if you still feel this way in the morning, we'll do something about it then, promise. “Pinky swear?” “Make yourself a cup of coffee.” Kace made something between a grumble and a laugh. It was a strange sound, and one he'd only started producing after dating Ian. That guy could be so risk-averse that he made one want to throttle and protect him at the same time. Basically, the kind of frustrating one can't help but love. That's why, after being left alone with his thoughts (for Ian was readying for bed, no doubt flossing his teeth and cleaning under each nail), Kace found something that just didn't seem quite right. With a payout of 2000 dollars, it made total sense why Ian would swallow his nerves and get in front of the lens. But... When he made the decision, he thought he was only getting 250... Kace shrugged. Maybe Ian was right. Maybe he really was drunk. Now I know you're probably all on the edge of your seats right now. Did he or did he not live up to his promise to Kace the next morning? Well, I assure you, he did. For four hours straight, as a matter of fact. Ian could still... Sort of stand afterwards? But it was a good thing they hadn't done the deed the day of the shoot, or else the poor man might've needed a walker just to get around the set! To Be Continued.... (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! I'm new to this site so I don't know if these are customary, so I'll attach one here in the first part and no more after. The story you are reading is a commissioned piece, and my buyer suggested I post it here. The story is currently complete, and per their request, I will be releasing it in parts. I am a female writer, so I apologize if sometimes my portrayal of the male homosexual experience comes across as 'off.' I hope you can enjoy regardless!)
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"Chapter 1: Was it the pills, the lube or…." The snow was coming down harder. "Shit!" said Deyvon, "We're never going to make it back home tonight in this crap." His shoulders and neck were cramped from the stress of driving in the miserable weather, and he was ready to throw in the towel. No one was happy about the delay, but the guys began looking for a hotel that was still open. The day had started well enough. The college wrestling team had done well at regionals, with Mario and Deyvon taking second and fourth respectively in their 185 lb. class, and Stevie had won the in the 145 lb class. Stevie looked younger than 20, even with his hair cut short for the season, and his baby-faced, innocent looks got him laid regularly, but underneath his sweats was a ripped body and a tenacious attitude that made him a fierce competitor on the mat. Despite his smaller size he was able to pin Deyvon and even Mario with some regularity, which he'd celebrate with a shouted "Who's my bitch now, beeyotch?!" The guys were good friends, but there were times when the other two could have cheerfully strangled the cocky guy. Deyvon looked more imposing: He was ripped, with light eyes, dark chocolate skin and a brooding look that intimidated a lot of guys, but he didn't have the killer instinct it took to win matches like Stevie did. Mario was an out-of-stater from Miami, his dark eyes and caramel skin indicating his Puerto Rican background and was naturally smooth-where Deyvon had to manscape. Mario was also the smartass of the three roommates, the one most likely to get a party going, and the one most likely to end up with a sorority girl (or two) in his room at the end of the night. More often than not Mario was also experimenting with some sort of random beard variation. This week he was sporting a close-cropped chin strap, while Stevie stayed smooth and Deyvon sported his perpetual stubble. The meet was a few hours' drive from school, and normally the guys would've ridden the team bus, but their apartment was on the wrong side of campus from the athletic center, and there was always a lot of bullshit waiting around for the bus and then unloading. With a long fall break weekend coming up it seemed like a better plan for the three of them to just take Deyvon's old Honda Civic: they could shower up after the last match and hit the road, ready to start partying that much sooner. That plan was looking worse and worse now. An early October storm had hit the mountains unexpectedly, and the old tires on Deyvon's beater were no match for the near-blizzard conditions. It was clear the three juniors were going to have to grab the first hotel they could find. The partying would have to wait. "Yo! There's one!" said Mario. "Sweet, it's still got a vacancy. Deyvon--turn in!" The boys pulled into the Pines Motel parking lot and Deyvon breathed a sigh of relief as he climbed out of the car and stretched his thick neck. The manager had been nice and friendly. They'd gotten lucky, and managed to talk hime into giving them the last room available. It was decent, small and nothing special: generic Western rural art on the paneled walls, a couple of double beds with Navajo-style bedspreads, and a decent bathroom along with a minibar, "perfect for our brews" Mario remarked as they took off their coats and unpacked. Deyvon flopped down on one bed flipping through the TV channels ("Hell, yeah--porn!" they all shouted in unison), and Stevie got out the beers to pass around,while Mario started poking around the room in his usual restless way. Beer in hand he started looking under the beds and in the closets. "Dude, what are you doing? Just chill the fuck out--you're making me tired just watching you," grumbled Deyvon. "Hey man, you never know what you might find. I got a fifty one time someone had left in the nightstand," said Mario. "Hey, speaking of which--lookey here. Heh heh--someone's been nauuuughty," he sang, pulling a nondescript squeeze tube labelled "LUBRICANT" out from the nightstand table. "Not too naughty," said Stevie, taking a pull on his beer, "they used some broke-down generic shit. Crack whore grade." Mario laughed and left the tube on the nightstand, then looked in the bottom drawer and pulled something out. It was a small white pill bottle with "Ollo Pharmaceuticals" on the side, and from the rattling sound it had a few pills in it. "Well well, what do we have here?" said Mario. "What, like someone's medicine or something?" said Deyvon. "Who wants that shit?" "Well let's see," said Mario, "maybe it's something we could party with." He opened the bottle and four white pills fell into his hand. Deyvon walked over to take a look. "What're those marks on the pills? They look like little dicks." Deyvon chuckled. "No," said Mario slowly, "I think they're the company name, ollo. It's got a lower-case 'o' in the logo." "Holy shit!" Stevie jumped off the bed to take a look. "Remember that chick, Monica, I hooked up with a couple of weeks ago? She said she'd heard a couple of the Sigma Chi brothers talking about these pills 'with dicks on them.' She remembered because they were joking how the dicks were because they really fucked you up. Sounded like a really smooth kind of Molly or something like it." "Gentlemen," said Mario, "I think we have found our party. All in favor?" The three guys grinned at each other and Mario handed out a pill to each, saving the extra for another time. They dry-swallowed them and shouted "Party on!" laughing as they clinked bottles together for a toast. Unfortunately Deyvon's bottle got a bad hit and geysered up, spraying beer all over his tee shirt and pants. Curses from Deyvon and laughter from the other two meant the party was officially open for business. After about 10 minutes Deyvon had finished his beer, while Mario and Stevie were already on their next one. "All right, I'm gonna hit the shower and wash this beer off. Maybe I can loosen up my shoulders too." With that Deyvon stripped and headed to the bathroom. "Damn Deyvon, you even trim your balls too?" Stevie said. "You're not that hairy." "Hey, I like to keep things tidy for the ladies. And getting head feels alot better when your cock and balls are smooth." With that Deyvon cracked a rare grin and walked into the bathroom. "Man, I'm glad I don't have to worry about that shit," said Stevie. "What a pain in the ass to deal with." "Amen bro," Mario shot back, "to us smoothies." They laughed and toasted again. Another five minutes and the next beer went by. Stevie stood up, flushed, to get another for each of them. "You kinda hot bro? Coz I'm feeling warm--that heater must be running full tilt." Stevie peeled off his shirt. "Yeah," said Mario slowly, "I am too." He realized he was sweating a little bit, but what made him pause was Stevie's chest. He'd never really noticed before how well-built Stevie was. Obviously all of them had solid bodies from their wrestling workouts, but as Stevie peeled off his shirt Mario noticed that he really did have great-looking abs, and solid pecs with nice medium nipples that stuck out stiffly, just ready to be licked.... Mario shook his head and pulled his own shirt off. "Knock it off dude," he thought, and started flipping through channels. "Dude, stop there," said Stevie. "Let's watch that porno. It'll be a blast." Mostly Stevie thought it would be hilarious. The three of them had watched some porn together from time to time, laughing at the shitty acting and skanky chicks, and drinking every time someone made their O face. But this time part of him was wondering what Mario meant by "us smoothies." He'd seen Mario naked in the locker room of course, but he'd never bothered checking him out closely. But now he was wondering just how smooth Mario really was. His torso for sure: nothing hid his six-pack, and he barely had a treasure trail. But what about his balls? Would they be completely hairless like Deyvon’s? Would his asshole be smooth, too? Stevie shook his head. Why was he even thinking this shit? Who cared what Mario's asshole looked like, for God's sake? Or felt like? With an effort Stevie shut down that line of thought and focused back on the here and now. Mario had already selected a porno, "Cum Gobblers," and started it up. It was a compilation of blow job scenes and facials mostly, and about as bad as the title suggested. But this time there was something different. Both guys were quiet now as they watched it side by side on the bed, and both were increasingly fascinated with the hard cocks on the screen. Mario wet his lips as he caught himself thinking what it would feel like to actually suck a cock. The girls on the screen seemed to really be into it- sliding their hands up the shaft as the head slid into their mouths and out- and in and ...the more he thought about it, the more he felt his balls getting heavier and warmer. His cock was tucked down in his pants so it wasn't obvious, but he was hard now, and he could tell that he was dripping. Look at that cock shoot it’s load all over that girls face. He watched her lick her fingers and caught himself thinking “What doesit taste like?” He'd never thought of tasting his load in all the years he'd jerked off, but now he ….couldn’t get it outta his mind. He glanced over and saw that Stevie was idly rubbing his hand over his crotch, where a wet spot had appeared on the front of his sweats and seemed to be growing. From the looks of his bulge Stevie was as hard as Mario, and big. Really big. Mario started to imagine how big it might really be. "Fuck dude," whispered Stevie, "I am seriously horned up. I've gotta rub one out or I'm gonna go nuts." Stevie glanced over at Mario, then looked him in the eye and said "Looks like you need a little relief too." Mario gave a small nod, unwilling to trust his voice just then. His cock gave a little pulse and he felt his boxers get more sticky and wet. Glancing sideways at each other both guys stripped off their pants and then, without saying a word, their underwear. Mario snuck some not-too-subtle peek as Stevie slid his boxer briefs down and his eyes widened slightly as Stevie's cock finally revealed itself. Mario had nothing to be ashamed of: his lean uncut cock was nearly seven inches long, looking bigger because of the foreskin that hung off the end and he'd trimmed his pubes as short as his beard. Stevie couldn't help but notice (now that he was looking for it) that Mario's balls were almost completely hairless. Stevie's cock was cut and his brown bush was also short and tidy. If anything his balls (and ass) had even less hair than Mario's, but the resemblance ended there. Stevie's cock was huge- like a salami Mario had once see in in a deli he worked at after school. Stevie'd measured it once, yeas ago and it came in at 8 1/2"long, but the fat head at the end made it look even more imposing. He was dripping even more than Mario, with a line of fluid already halfway down his cock, despite just having pulled it from his pants. Another bead of precum was already forming at the cock head as he lay back and gave it a short stroke. "Jesus," breathed Mario, "that's a fucking monster Stevie. It looks...."His voice trailed off. The next word he was going to utter was "good,"- but he wasn't going to say that out loud. Unconsciously he licked his lips. "Not bad huh?" grinned Stevie. "I grew it myself." As he said this he flexed his cock and another drop slid down the shaft. Stevie's voice dropped to a near-whisper as he said "You can touch it if you want to." Mario reached out his right hand. ............................................. Deyvon stepped under the warm water and breathed a sigh of relief as it hit his neck and shoulders. He'd been stressed out driving in that shitty weather, and a warm shower and beers were just what he needed to unwind. After a few minutes he felt a lot better: his thick neck and broad shoulders had loosened up like he'd hoped. "Might as well wash that beer funk off too," he thought, and grabbed the little hotel soap bar to lather up. As he soaped up his chest he noted that his last trim was still holding up okay--he had a bit of fur, there, but it was still fine. Deyvon wasn't *that* hairy, but he did like to keep tidied up. He soaped lower, checking his cock and balls. Yep, still good--nice and smooth from his shave a couple of days ago. His balls weren't as smooth as Mario's of course, and probably not as smooth as Stevie's either. He couldn't be completely sure about Stevie: the guy was super-smooth everywhere else when Deyvon had seen him in the locker room, but he couldn't see his balls too well with that big fuckin’ schlong in the way. Deyvon had never seen Stevie hard, but even if he wasn't much of a grower his dick would have to be pretty impressive when it was hard. Thick too, probably. You'd be lucky to even get your mouth around it, Deyvon mused, you'd just have to swirl your tongue around the head, and-- With a start Deyvon realized that his scrubbing had turned into something else. His left hand had stopped soaping his chest, and was now pinching a nipple, which was hard and tingling pleasantly. And his right hand had shifted to wrap around his cock, with his thumb rubbing the head in a grip he knew well from countless jack-off sessions. "Shit," he muttered, "need to cut that out before one of the guys walks in and we have an awkward moment." He turned down the water temp--it had gotten really warm somehow--and turned around to rinse the soap off. The cooler water had calmed down his cock a bit, and he quickly soaped up his backside. Slidinghis fingers into his ass crack he noticed that he was still smooth there, as well. He'd never admit it to Mario or Stevie, but he'd started shaving back there a couple of years ago. It had started with a girl he was dating at the time, who'd convinced him to shave his cock and balls, and like Deyvon had said, it made getting head a lot better. What he'd never told anyone was that this girl also liked to slide a finger up his ass when she was feeling extra kinky, and Deyvon found out that that felt pretty good too. He'd dumped her ass after a few months when it turned out she was basically a nut job, but he remembered the finger trick and had even tried it himself a couple of times when he was drunk and extra horny. Ever since then he'd extended his manscaping to the "back yard" just in case, and as his soapy,slippery finger wandered around and over his asshole he confirmed that he was still "good to go." Not that anything was going to happen with Mario and Stevie around of course. Deyvon chuckled at the thought as he gave his asshole a thorough cleaning. Mario's cock was probably pretty damn big when he was hard, and Stevie's didn't even bear thinking about. He wouldn't be able to do more than press it up against Deyvon's hole, maybe rub against it a little bit, but no way would that thing fit in there. That fat hard head would just press and stretch, making his hole ache more than any two fingers ever had, but it would never fit all the way in. Deyvon jerked back a bit in surprise as he realized that while his mind was wandering his hands had been busy again. This time it was his left nipple that he'd absent-mindedly teased into hardness, and his middle finger wasas far up his ass as it had ever been. Alarmingly, his cock was now three-quarters hard and rising, and there was no way he could step out of the shower and hide *that* under a towel. Deyvon sucked in his breath as he turned the water to ice-cold and watched his cock grudgingly go down. "Get it together dude," he said to himself. "You'll be home tomorrow and you can jerk it to the new Penthouse you got." That would be a good one--the photo series with that stacked blonde and the two ripped firefighters would be really hot. Worst case, he could sneak into the bathroom after Mario and Stevie were asleep and take care of business. Eventually Deyvon's cock went down, or at least down far enough, and he stepped out of the shower. He quickly toweled off and chuckled as he heard the sounds of a porno from the other room. It looked like it would be another night of porn drinking games, which was all right with him. Towel around his waist, he stepped into the room grinning, and paused speechless for a good 10 seconds. "hoooollllly shit" he said. ............................................ Stevie didn't know what made him say it. All he knew was that he was horny as fuck, and he'd just begun to realize that Mario was one seriously hot dude. The sight of him naked started all sorts of images and thoughts running through Stevie's brain that he'd never had about another guy before. And now Stevie noticed that Mario smelled really good too: fresh, but slightly musky. It made him want to lean over and smell more, or maybe taste it somehow. He had to see if Mario wanted to play as much as he did, and so- he made the offer. Mario reached over and wrapped his hand around Stevie's cock and squeezed it gently, staring at it in fascination. "Man, Stevie, you're really dripping," he said softly as he started to slowly stroke the shaft. "You too bro," breathed Stevie. Figuring Mario wasn't going to object at this point, Stevie wrapped his left hand around Mario's cock and began to slowly stroke it. Mario gave a little grunt when Stevie's hand reached the head and made a twisting motion. "You like that move?" Mario nodded and started stroking Stevie's shaft faster. "You ever tasted your own cum?" Mario asked. "Nope. How about you?" "Thought about it, but nope." "You want to try it now?" Stevie had leaned in closer to Mario, and was staring intently at him as he jacked him slowly. Mario nodded, then groaned and thrust his hips slightly as Stevie gave his dick a good hard squeeze and rubbed a glob of precum off on the ball of his thumb. Pulling his hand up, he pressed his thumb against Mario's lips, then into his mouth as it opened. Stevie thought he was horny already, but the sight of Mario staring him in the face as he sucked on his thumb, and the feel of his tongue as he cleaned it off, coaxed another dose of precum from his cock head and onto Mario's sticky fingers. After a minute or so Mario leaned back, smiled, and said "not bad--kinda salty-sweet. You wanna try some of yours? You'll like it." "Go for it," Stevie nodded. The thought of Mario's fingers in his mouth, coated in cum, made his balls feel even heavier, and he spread his legs. He wasn't sure quite why he did that, but the thought of Mario moving between his wide-open legs, doing things to him with his hands and mouth, made Stevie light-headed. Mario smiled and scooped up the latest bit of precum from Stevie's cock head, then moved his fingers to Stevie's mouth. Stevie opened up in anticipation, but Mario had other ideas, smearing the juice on his lips first before sliding two fingers into his mouth. Stevie closed his eyes as he shut his mouth and let out a low "mmmm." Mario was right, it did taste good. That was when they heard a low "hoooollllly shit" from the bathroom door. Stevie's eyes shot open, and he saw Deyvon there, wide-eyed, with his towel dropped on the floor. And also, Stevie noticed, with a dick that was definitely ready to party. It wasn't completely hard, but it was coming up fast, and it looked...delicious. About as long as Mario's -but fatter, with a thick vein along the side of it. It was really, really wide at the base and narrowing in the middle before ending in a monster size purple head. "Dude, it's not--um, I mean, we were, uh--" Mario stuttered. There was really no way to talk their way out of this. "It's ah, it's cool man," Deyvon said. After staring a moment longer he slowly began sauntering over. Both Stevie and Mario noticed that he'd wrapped a hand around his shaft and was slowly stroking himself. "Looks like you guys were having some fun. Mind if I join in? I'm kinda horned up myself." He stood by the side of the bed next to Stevie, who stared at his hard-on, fascinated. "Stevie, you look like you could go for one of these." Stevie grinned in relief at how this was going and nodded. "Yeah man, that does look ummm,, pretty fuckin’ good, man, right about now. Bring it over." Mario moved away to make room as Deyvon climbed up on the bed to straddle Stevie, his cock conveniently at Stevie's mouth level where he leaned against the headboard. Stevie wrapped his right hand around Deyvon's shaft, and leaned forward, hesitating for a moment before taking the fat black cock into his mouth for the first time. Its warm, rubbery texture was something he'd never experienced, and he gave a small moan of contentment as Deyvon's thick black shaft slid across his tongue. Deyvon had started dripping pre-cum now, and the flavor was somehow way sexier than the taste of Stevie's own. Stevie closed his eyes and started bobbing up and down on his buddy's shaft. From the side Mario watched, thinking. He'd really been ready to go down on Stevie, and he still wanted to, but Deyvon's appearance made him consider some new options. As he did, his gaze drifted to the table by the other bed, with the generic-brand tube of lubricant on it, and he knew what he wanted to try. Maybe Deyvon would get pissed, but probably not and it would be pretty damn funny. And maybe it would open up some more...interesting...options. He rolled off the bed and grabbed the lube, then came back to kneel on Deyvon's right. He squirted a generous glob of the cream colored goop onto his left middle finger, then tossed the tube on the bed. Neither Deyvon nor Stevie had noticed. Deyvon's eyes were closed as he leaned against the headboard and slowly thrust his hips, and Stevie had moved down to lick Deyvon's balls, his gaze focused on Deyvon's body. "Perfect," thought Mario. Leaning on his arm for balance he bent down to take Deyvon's cock head in his mouth, while Stevie continued to tongue his balls. Deyvon's cock felt and tasted amazing, and the faint masculine scent coming from his clean crotch was intoxicating. Mario knew he'd want more of this- A lot more. But he still had other business to take care of. Keeping Deyvon's cock in his mouth, Mario reached around with his left hand and began gently probing. Deyvon's ass was surprisingly smooth--he must shave there too--and a vision of Deyvon on his back with legs spread as he shaved himself flashed across Mario's mind. Pretty soon he'd found his goal- and he made his move. Deyvon didn't react noticeably when Mario's lube-coated middle finger found his hole, but when Mario pushed it in slightly he gave a grunt and slitted opened his eyes. "Mmmm- Getting a little personal there, ain’t you buddy?" he asked Mario huskily, leaning back slightly to look down on him. Mario grinned as he turned his head to look at Deyvon. "What's the matter Deyvon? Want me to stop?" But the twitch in Deyvon's cock when his finger went in, followed by a fresh pulse of precum on his tongue, had already given Mario his answer. "No man, it's cool," Deyvon breathed, and pushed back slightly with his ass. Taking the hint, Mario slid his finger in as far as it would go, watching as Deyvon bit his lip to suppress a brief moan. "Thanks for flying with Mario Air. Let us know if there's anything else we can do to service your needs." With that Mario bent back down to join Stevie on Deyvon's cock, while his finger began working on Deyvon's tight but rapidly-loosening hole. Deyvon was starting to pant slightly as his ass and cock were assaulted. Normally he'd have blown his load by now, but somehow as horny as he was he was able to hang on- and he didn't want things to end while Mario was working on his ass. It felt way better than when he had played with himself in the shower: the lube was extra slippery, and it must have had something in it, because he was feeling a slow warmth spread where Mario's finger was working on him. There was also an...itching sort of sensation that was really starting to get to him. Except it wasn't an itch exactly, but it definitely made him appreciate the finger's rubbing motion more than he ever had before. He started to thrust his ass back onto Mario's finger, hoping to increase the pressure, but as his hole loosened up it wasn't enough. Mario looked up at him and grinned, but said nothing and then went back to licking his cock head; it was obvious he knew the effect he was having. Finally after a few minutes Deyvon couldn't take it anymore. "How about another finger in there, chief?" he breathed. "Hell yeah, Deyvon. Let’s do it!" Mario chirped. Clearly he was having fun messing with Deyvon. Mario sat up, then pulled his finger out. Reaching for the lube, he squirted some more on his index and middle fingers. He got a bit more than he intended though, and it began to drip down his hand. He licked the excess off,- it had linda a bleachy smell- then knelt next to Deyvon, his hard on pressing against Deyvon's thigh. Stevie looked up as he slowly licked Deyvon's shaft, watching to see what the other two would do next. "Is this what you wanted Deyvon?" Mario asked as his fingers slid back in. No more goofy voices now. Mario's voice was a low growl as he spoke in Deyvon's ear, and he licked it lightly, his short beard gently tickling where it touched. Deyvon moaned and pushed his ass back, breathing out a long "Yessss. MMMM- Fuck yes." This was better than when his girlfriend had done this to him, way better. It wasn't just the second finger or the hungry itch in his ass that made him push back against Mario's hand with increasing urgency. There was just something incredibly hot about the feel of Mario's hard body against his, his cock bumping against Deyvon's thigh. Not to mention Stevie, who was rapidly figuring how to give a top notch blow job. Deyvon had always recognized that Stevie was cute, but he had never realized how hot he looked with a cock in his mouth, blissed out as Deyvon fed him his meat, and now Stevie had reached around and grabbed his ass, his strong grip spreading him open to let Mario's fingers go even deeper. Deyvon didn't know how he'd kept from shooting his load already with these two guys working him over, but he sure as hell was going to keep enjoying it as long as he could last. This was better than any time he'd tried edging himself, even if the stimulation was rapidly driving him nuts with lust. Stevie took his mouth off Deyvon's cock for a minute and looked up at him intently. "You like those fingers in your ass?" Deyvon just nodded, panting a little as Mario worked in and out of him- the lube having a burning sensation as it slicked up his hole. "Maybe you should try something bigger, you know? See if you like it. I bet you'd like it alot." Deyvon's eyes widened in surprise. Back in the shower the thought of Stevie's huge cock in his ass seemed insane, but as soon as Stevie said the words Deyvon knew he had to try. He pulled back and worked his way down Stevie's body, while Stevie slid underneath him to lie flat on his back. Looking over, Stevie saw the tube of lube; he grabbed it and smeared some lube on his cock, where it tingled and mixed with the precum that had dripped down to his balls. Mario slid his fingers out of Deyvon's ass (he'd just gotten a third one in there) when Stevie stretched and grinned at Deyvon as he licked the lube off his fingers. "Mmmm...finger-lickin' good," he said. It actually didn't taste that bad, he thought. The lube left a faint tingle on his tongue and lips, and had a slightly bleachy taste to it that reminded him of Deyvon's cock. Not just his cock exactly, maybe his pre-cum? Mario decided he wanted to taste more somehow. As Deyvon settled in and leaned back to press his ass against Stevie's slick cock head, his fat 8 ½" black cock jutted out proudly, the mushroom head gleaming with Stevie's spit. Mario knelt down and took it in his mouth, determined to get more of that delicious flavor. Deyvon gave a grunt of appreciation as Mario swallowed his cock, but his mind was elsewhere. He'd started pressing against Stevie's cock in earnest, and it felt even bigger than it looked as it started to push into his hole. The pressure was intense, and Deyvon had to focus on relaxing and breathing deeply to let it in without splitting him in two. It wasn't nearly as painful as he thought it would be though--Mario had done a good job loosening him up- and the intense pressure seemed to be just what he needed to satisfy that itching feeling the lube had caused. As Stevie's cock worked it's way up his ass, Deyvon's panting started to mix with faint moans as pre-cum steadily poured from his cock. Mario noticed though: it tasted better somehow than it had before. He increased his sucking with renewed enthusiasm. After what seemed like forever, but was actually just a few minutes, Stevie's monster head had worked its way past Deyvon's now well-stretched ring and popped through. He was well and truly in now. "Goddamn Deyvon that's...mmmmm- so fucking tight" he breathed. Stevie had never fucked anyone in the ass before and the sensation was amazing. It was way tighter than any pussy and watching Deyvon's sexy face tilted back, eyes slitted and mouth half open as he moaned softly, was hotter than any chick he had ever been with. Stevie was impressed with himself for not shooting his load yet, but he wasn't complaining: he'd be happy to fuck Deyvon's thick ass for hours. Or maybe Mario's he thought idly, gaze wandering along Mario's body as he knelt next to him, sucking blissfully on Deyvon's cock. Stevie's left hand was still slick with the lube he'd used to coat his cock, and he casually reached over and slid it along Mario's lightly furred ass crack. He stopped once his fingers found Mario's smooth hole, and then began gently circling it with his middle finger, pressing and teasing but never quite going in. Mario grunted his approval and pressed back slightly, his hole opening and Stevie started fingering him gently. Mario made a muffled"mmmhmm" around Deyvon's cock, then reached down and started stroking his uncut cock. None of this registered with Deyvon. His whole attention was focused on the sensation of Stevie's fat cock in his ass and the fucking pleasure it was sending through his body. Every time the head hit his prostate he moaned, unaware of the effect this show was having on Stevie. The only thing that mattered to him now though was how good it felt to get fucked as he worked Stevie deeper and deeper up his ass, the pressure from Stevie's fat pole scratching that itch in a way that Mario's fingers just hadn't been able to. Finally he bottomed out on Stevie's cock, aware suddenly that it was all the way in and his balls were resting in Stevie's pubes. He paused for a second and looked at Stevie, who barked out a short, tight laugh. "Holy shit dude, you took it all! I can't believe you got the whole thing up there." Deyvon could only nod a bit, panting as he started sliding back up Stevie's pole- and then slamming his ass back down. Stevie pushed his hips up and flexed his cock, making it pulse. "Yeah, baby- you like’n that Deyvon? You like getting fucked?" Deyvon gave a long moan, louder now, as their rhythm synched up and Stevie started pounding him in earnest. "That's it, ride that cock bitch. Show me you love it." Deyvon leaned back a bit, resting on his left arm. The angle made Stevie's cock hit his prostate in a way that felt amazing, and it didn't hurt that it gave Mario better access. Mario had picked up cock sucking even faster than Stevie, and was close to swallowing him all the way. Between him and Stevie they were getting Deyvon ready to cum, and he knew it. "C’mon, man- Fuck me Stevie!" he urged. "Fuck me man, make me cum! Fuck me!" The last cry was almost a plea as his voice rose up, his ass clenching as he pushed himself to the edge. Thick fluid was leaking out of his cock now, almost pure white, and Mario sucked it down greedily as he stroked himself. "Fuck me Stevie! Fuck me- Don’t stop fucking me! Jesus Christ I'm coooommiiiing!!" And with that Deyvon exploded, his ass spasming uncontrollably as he experienced a mind-blowing orgasm. He wasn't aware of the wordless grunts he made, and barely noticed Mario deep throating him while he furiously stroked his own cock. His whole world centered on the sensations Stevie's cock was giving him, and he never wanted it to stop. He felt when his own orgasmic spasms pushed Stevie over the edge, shooting deep up his ass, and his vision greyed out as his pleasure peaked. Mario had never been this turned on in his life. The precum Deyvon was leaking had a taste that he just couldn't get enough of, and as Deyvon got closer to cumming-it tasted better and better… and Stevie's fingers were starting sensations in his ass he'd never experienced before: a warm glow and a sort of pleasant itching or tingling that gave him an idea of what Deyvon was enjoying so much. The stimulation was making his cock drip like a faucet and he had plenty of natural lube as he stroked himself, rocking slowly on Stevie's fingers to keep them working. When Deyvon started to shoot for real though, it was like a switch flipped in his head. The taste of cum- a real man's cum, in his mouth for the first time sent him over the edge. His own hole spasmed on Stevie's fingers as he shot rope after rope of thick cum on himself and Stevie, while frantically trying to swallow as much of Deyvon's load as he could. He could feel some of it leaking down and dripping into his beard, the sensation of cum on his face making it even hotter somehow. Eventually all three of their orgasms faded. Stevie slid his fingers out of Mario's ass and lay still, catching his breath. Mario flopped over on his back next to him. The bleachy smell of cum and the sounds of panting filled the room as all three came down from their high. "Holy shit," Mario said. "That was something else." Deyvon stayed on Stevie's dick a while longer, enjoying the afterglow, but eventually he slid up off Stevie's softening cock and flopped on his back across the foot of the bed. "Well," he said, "I guess we all lost our cherries here tonight." Mario lifted his head and grinned at him. "You sure did. You rode Stevie like a pro, man." "Hey, at least he didn't jizz blast me," Stevie said, looking at Mario and then pointedly at the pools of semen on his stomach and ribs. "Sorry about that," said Mario, not looking sorry at all. "Let me help you clean that up." He ran a finger through one of the bigger globs, then pressed it to Stevie's mouth to be cleaned off. No question, Stevie really looked sexy licking cum off someone's fingers. "That's a little more of a mess than I'm ready to clean up myself," Stevie said after he'd finished with Mario's finger. "I'm gonna hit the shower real quick." With that he levered himself up off the bed and sauntered into the bathroom, Mario and Deyvon watching his tight ass until he closed the door. ............................................ There was a quiet pause for a minute or two while the two guys recovered. Their cocks hadn't gone down completely, but they were still enjoying a relaxed buzz, and neither one felt like moving for a bit. Mario lifted his head off the pillow and looked down. "Deyvon." "What?" "Did you ever mess around with a guy before?" "Nope. You?" "Nope. So like, this was your first time getting fucked?" "Yeah." "You liked it, huh?" Mario's ass was still warm and tingly from Stevie's attentions, and he was curious. Deyvon rolled on his side, propped his head up on his right arm, and said "Dude, I've never come that hard in my life. I literally thought I was going to black out for a minute there. If I'd known how good a cock up my ass felt I would've done it a long time ago." "So no butt play or anything? Really?" Deyvon dark skin colored slightly and he cleared his throat. "Well yeah, I've had a finger up there once or twice, but it was just for fun, you know? Like, I never thought about a guy when I was doing it. It just felt good." "Wow. Coz like tonight, you looked like you couldn't wait to hop on Stevie's cock. I thought maybe you'd tried it before." Deyvon paused, his dark eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Well yeah, I never really thought about it with a guy until tonight. I was in the shower and started getting horny, and then I started thinking about Stevie's cock, and how big it was, for some reason, and it really set me off. I had to set the shower to full-on cold before I came out if you know what I mean. How about you? You really seemed to dig swinging on my dick." "No man, nothing until tonight. Stevie and I were just chillin' out, and then we both started feeling really warm, so we took off our shirts. That's when we both started getting boned up and decided to jerk off. Once I saw his cock it just sorta popped in my head that it would be really hot to go down on him, and that's when you walked in." "Huh." Deyvon looked thoughtful. "I wonder--" "Wonder what?" Stevie asked, walking in. His short brown hair was still wet, and his plump cock shook slightly as he rubbed the towel over his head. "Did you ever mess around with a guy before tonight? Think about it?" "Mm mm, no way." Stevie plopped down on the bed next to Mario and dropped his towel on the floor as he lay down. "So what made you do it tonight?" "I dunno. Mario and I took off our shirts--" "Because you got hot." "--because we got hot, yeah, and then I just sorta started getting horny, and it seemed like it would be really hot to try something with a guy." Stevie's cock was starting to rise again as he remembered the evening's beginning. "Like, what sort of things were you thinking of?" asked Mario. Stevie'sgrowing erection hadn't escaped his attention, and his own cock was rapidly catching up. "Guys, that's it!" said Deyvon. "It's those fucking pills! We all took them, then we all felt warm, then we got horny and started getting- I dunno- sex ideas about each other. I knew those little markings were dicks!" Mario's reply was a bit distracted as he gazed at Stevie's cock. "Yeah, you're probably right. It makes sense." He rolled on his side and looked intently at Stevie's face. "What kind of things were you thinking of, Stevie?" Stevie blushed slightly, but his cock showed this talk wasn't bothering him at all. "Well, um, I was kinda hoping you'd go down on me, or at least work on my balls while I jerked off." A light bulb went off in Mario's head. That explained why Stevie had kept shifting his legs apart while they were stroking each other. "Do you want me to go down on you now Stevie?" he said softly. Stevie just nodded, not saying a word, his face red with equal parts embarrassment and lust. "Spread your legs for me Stevie. Show me you want my mouth on your body." Stevie spread his legs as instructed and pointed his monster cock at Mario. "Do it," he breathed. "Suck me bro." Deyvon and Mario switched positions so the blond could crawl up between Stevie's legs, pressing his thighs apart as he did so. Deyvon was still feeling the glow from his fucking, and wasn't ready to join in just yet, but damn this was fun to watch. He idly played with his cock as Mario went to work. Mario was incredibly turned on, but not in the same frantic way he'd been earlier. Something had changed when he'd swallowed Deyvon's load, and now he wanted to explore Stevie's body with his mouth, slower. He began by leaning forward and taking Stevie's right nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue and teeth as it hardened. Then he slid his tongue up, pressing Stevie's arm up over his head as he licked under it. Stevie was fresh from the shower, but the faint hint of musk turned Mario on more, and the first drop of clear fluid seeped from his cock. Stevie was starting to squirm a bit from the attention Mario was giving his armpit and nipple, so Mario decided to move over to his left side to even things out. He dedicated a good couple of minutes to Stevie's hardened nipple, enjoying the little gasps he heard as he nibbled and teased it. Stevie's cock was leaking heavily again, and he started gently thrusting his hips up,enjoying the sensation of his wet head rubbing against Mario's six pack. Mario's tongue slid down, his beard tickling Stevie's hard stomach as he did. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Deyvon was fully erect and stroking his big thick black cock- the huge mushroom size fat head a deep reddish purple. He could smell the scent of Stevie's precum now and it made his mouth water, but he wasn't done with his tasting yet. His tongue slid down to Stevie's neatly trimmed pubes, lapping at his body all the way, then down past his cock to tickle the underside of Stevie's balls. "God Mario," Stevie groaned. "Suck it. Just suck it." He twisted his hips, trying to bring his cock closer to Mario's mouth. "Hang on man, I'll get to it. But not yet. You've gotta wait until I'm ready." Mario crawled lower, and now his hands were on the back of Stevie's muscular thighs, pushing them wide apart and up, spreading open his asshole even as he raised it up to his mouth. Stevie's eyes widened as he realized what Mario was going to do, and his cock twitched in anticipation. But not yet. First Mario explored Stevie's balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time and relishing how they tasted and felt--they were almost hairless, and he loved the sensation of their soft smooth skin on his tongue. Then lower, where the tip of his tongue explored the boundary between balls and taint. Stevie twitched at the tickling sensation, panting with each touch, wishing Mario would go fucking faster but loving what he was doing. Now Mario moved down, his tongue tip drifting along Stevie's near-hairless taint until it arrived at its goal. He flicked it lightly over Stevie's virgin rosebud, enjoying the sensation as it quivered and twitched from his attentions, the sound as Stevie panted ever faster. "Mario, please man. Stop teasing. Come on!" Mario looked up at him. "You know you like it like this Stevie. Just wait." He blew gently on Stevie's wet hole and watched as a wave of goosebumps swept across Stevie's body. Above him, Deyvon leaned over and laid one finger on Stevie's cock head, slowly smearing the precum around the ridge and underside and making Stevie suck in his breath. "Pull your thighs apart for me Stevie. Spread your legs to show me you want it, and I'll keep going." Stevie obeyed promptly. "Do it Mario, eat me." Mario's tongue flicked out, circling around the edge of Stevie's hole more firmly now, but not touching the center beyond the occasional teasing flick. From time to time he'd rub his beard over Stevie's inner thighs,eliciting more gasps. Stevie was squirming continuously now, trying to align his twitching hole with Mario's tongue, but with little success. "Mario!" he groaned, "Come on!" A line of precum hung down off his cock to his stomach, dripping faster than Deyvon could smear it around the head. Mario relented slightly, and began to tongue Stevie's hole more vigorously, slipping the tip just inside and reveling in the musky flavor. A moaned "oh God" slipped from Stevie's mouth, and then- louder "deeper. Please, deeper." Mario looked up again. He'd originally planned to suck Stevie dry, but as he thought of the times post-match that he'd put up with Stevie's obnoxious "Who's my bitch?" line, a different idea took shape. "You sound like a little bitch Stevie. Who's my little bitch?" The thought of Stevie on his back, writhing as Mario pumped his ass, suddenly had Mario's cock hard as steel, with a wet spot steadily growing underneath it on the bedspread. "Say you're my little bitch and I'll give you what you need." Stevie nodded. "Yes, okay. Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes, I'm your little bitch. Okay? I'm your bitch. Now fuckin’ get that tongue in there!" Mario gave Stevie a cool look as he slowly and gently rubbed his thumb across Stevie's hole. "That didn't sound nice Stevie; I'm not sure you meant it. You sure about this, Stevie?" Mario could see the conflict in Stevie's face. The dominant wrestler who never gave up was fighting with theslut who was too horny to care. He decided to try a different tactic. "Deyvon, where's that lube?" Deyvon reached behind him and handed it over, grinning. He knew as well as Mario what was going on, and the thought of watching Stevie get plowed was making his dick rock hard, again. He wrapped his hand around Stevie's shaft and started rubbing his thumb over the slick head, determined to help Mario get some payback. Mario smeared a glob of the creamy goo on his middle finger and tossed the tube to one side, then started rubbing it around Stevie's hole. "I don't think you're ready for my tongue yet Stevie, but I'll tell you what. I'll give you a little time to think about it, and if you're ready to play nice you let me know." His finger continued to rub and circle, the pressure slowly increasing until it slid in to the first knuckle. Stevie's not-so-quiet "Aah!" told Mario that his finger was not unwelcome. And pretty soon the goo would start to work its magic, just like it had on Deyvon and Mario's own holes. His ass twitched as he remembered what Stevie had done to him, and he wished he could finger himself and Stevie at the same time. Stevie knew that Mario wanted payback and didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but that part of his brain was getting harder and harder to pay attention to as Mario kept working him over. Stevie loved dominating on the mat, and loved how it felt to “fuck with” Deyvon, but something about what Mario was doing to him was incredibly arousing in a way he'd never experienced before. The thought of just letting go and having Mario's hard, muscular body work its way with him had a forbidden thrill that was something new- and Deyvon's slow teasing of his cock head added to the torture in its own delicious way. He squirmed and wiggled some more to try and get some more pressure on either his cock or his ass. Especially his ass--that lube definitely wasn't just regular lube, because the more Mario worked his finger in the more Stevie wanted it in. He remembered how Mario had been pumping his ass on Stevie's fingers as he swallowed Deyvon's load, and was pretty sure he knew where this was headed if he didn't do something soon. But he didn't want to do anything. Mario had slid a second finger in to join the first, and Deyvon had leaned over to start gently tonguing the tip of his cock. Stevie realized he was panting heavily, with little grunts and moans starting to come out, and knew that Mario had won this round. "Please Mario, please. I won’t tell nobody, man- c’mon- I’m so fuckin’ horny- I need your fuckin’ cock." It sounded like a line from one of the bad pornos they had watched, but Stevie didn't care. He just wanted the slow teasing to end so he could come. "Please Mario. Do anything you want, man- but stop fuckin’ teasing me. I can't take it man. C’mon fuck me- Fuck me, man- I need it!" Mario looked up and smiled at him. "I got you, Stevie" With that he slid his fingers out of Stevie's hole and dove in with his tongue, relishing the yelps Stevie made as he swirled around and pressed on his loosening sphincter. He closed his eyes as he ate Stevie out, concentrating on the smell and taste of Stevie's body and varying his technique as he figured out how to elicit the best moans and cries from his friend. This was way better than a pin in the ring any day. His concentration was broken when he felt Deyvon's furry body lean up against him and felt a slippery finger enter his ass. "Turnabout's fair play,right buddy?" Deyvon breathed in his ear. "I thought you might enjoy this." Mario pulled his tongue out of Stevie's hole and looked over his shoulder at Deyvon- a hungry look in his eye. "Hell yeah, I thought you'd never get there. How about a second one while you're at it?" Deyvon grinned. "Happy to oblige bro," he said, and added another finger to the first one stretching his buddy's hole open. The three of them continued like this for a few minutes more, Mario and Stevie's asses opening up wider and wider, while Stevie's cries of pleasure got louder and more frequent, his head rolling from side to side. Finally Mario decided it was time to move on. He needed something bigger than a couple of fingers up his ass to give him the stimulation he now craved, and he was ready to give Stevie the pounding he needed as well. He sat up from tonguing Stevie's ass and gripped his ankles to spread his legs wide, then moved forward to start sliding his shaft back and forth along Stevie's hole. "You ready for my cock, bitch?" he growled. "Yeah, Mario, C’mon….Fuck me. Gimmee your cock….." There was no question of Stevie resisting any more: he was along for the ride all the way. He'd have his time on top again, but for now all he could think of was how much he wanted to feel Mario on top of him and inside him, pounding him, fucking him. He reached for his slick cock, but stopped when Mario slapped his hand and shook his head no. Mario kept his shaft rubbing against Stevie's hole. He really wanted to start fucking, but he was waiting for Deyvon. He could feel him get into position, and arched his back a bit to give him easier access to his ass. Deyvon fumbled around a bit with his thick cock, and then Mario could feel the head pressing against him right where he wanted it, sliding into the hilt in one slow smooth motion that made Mario gasp with pleasure. Deyvon's left arm reached around him, pressing his hairy chest against Mario's back, and pinched a nipple until Mario let out a little yelp, half pain, half pleasure. Fuck, this felt even better than he had thought it would--no wonder Deyvon nearly passed out when he tried it. Mario had thought that putting Stevie's salami cock up his ass would never happen, but clearly he was going to have to rethink that situation. In the meantime he was ready to move on to part two, in which our hero fucks his baby-faced buddy's brains out. Deyvon was clearly on the same page, because he reached around with his right hand to grab Mario's uncut cock and push it down towards Stevie's hole. Mario pushed his hips forward while Deyvon kept inside him, and just like that his dick was sliding up Stevie's ass. He paused as Stevie let out a loud "Aah!" "You okay there buddy?" he asked. "God, don't stop Mario, this feels amazing. Fuck me!" Mario was more than happy to oblige. His previous threesomes with women hadn't prepared him to be in a meat sandwich, and it took him and Deyvon a few minutes to get their rhythm going, but once they did it felt fucking amazing. Deyvon's cock was satisfying him in ways he'd never imagined, and Stevie's ass was gripping his cock like a warm tight glove that he couldn't get enough of. Stevie looked incredibly sexy rocking his body beneath him, his hard dripping cock standing at full attention, and his eyes half closed as he moaned with pleasure. On a whim Mario leaned forward, careful not to disrupt their rhythm, and licked Stevie's neck where a trickle of sweat had appeared. Stevie turned his head and the next thing Mario knew they were kissing, tongues dueling as Stevie wrapped his hands around Mario's head and his ankles around his body, pulling them closer together even as their pace increased. "Faster! I'm getting close man!" Deyvon certainly was. He liked his porn, but watching Mario and Stevie play together was a turn-on of a whole new order. And watching while he plowed Mario's ass was just amazing: Mario had a way of clenching his sphincter that combined the best elements of fucking and jerking off by hand. Deyvon picked up the pace and felt his balls tighten up as he got close to the edge. Mario felt the waves of pleasure coming from his ass grow as Deyvon started fucking him more vigorously, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. Hell, he couldn't believe he hadn't nutted already. He slid his right hand down between their bodies and gripped Stevie's slimy cock, rubbing his thumb against the underside of the head as he pumped the shaft. Apparently that was the right move, because Stevie arched his back and screamed, shooting glob after glob of cum onto his chest and face, his asshole clenching around Mario's cock. The smell of fresh cum hit Mario like a ton of bricks, and he opened his mouth, desperate to catch some of the dick juice in his mouth. He didn't need to worry: Stevie seemed to have saved up a gallon of the stuff for him, and two or three jets landed on his face and hit his waiting open mouth. Once again that amazing taste, similar to Deyvon's but different, flipped a switch somewhere and Mario shot his wad deep up Stevie's ass, cursing incoherently with pleasure. That was all it took for Deyvon to get his. Chanting "Yes! Yes! Yes!" he put his hands on Mario's shoulders and pistoned into his spasming asshole, dumping his load. It wasn't the mind-scrambling orgasm he'd experienced when Stevie fucked him, but it was definitely in the top 10. He gradually slowed his pace as his orgasm subsided, finally pulling out of Mario's ass with a soft pop. Mario eased out of Stevie's ass and then they both collapsed back on the bed, grinning. "Well," said Deyvon, "I've guess we've all got a new hobby to enjoy." Stevie and Mario burst out laughing. Mario took a couple of minutes to lick up the rest of Stevie's cum, and then the three of them drifted off to sleep, dreaming of what they'd do to each other next.
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Cole was a teacher in his early 40's, who had been working at this certain school for 15years now. Cole was a fascinating specimen. Cole was 6'3" 225 of pure muscle and took good care of himself. Many of the female teachers were in lust with Cole because of hot body and 12.5 inches between his legs. Since Cole got to the school and the female janitor accidentally walked in on him taking a shower as his wonderful sex organ mesmerized the female janitor, who Cole would take home a couple months later from a colleague's birthday and work her pussy until she passed. Cole's legend would grow with the people he fucked around school. But, not only could women get it from Cole's Superhuman member. Cole was also into fuck men and trannies as well. Being that Cole believes that if the person makes him horny and his cock rock hard. Their mouths, pussy, or asshole are fair game. Once the principal tried having a talk with Cole. But that ened up with the principal buck naked in the office with Cole railing the principal until he game up that nice fit ass the principal has. Cole has a thing for Asians as he as fucked every single Asian employe at the school. Once a Asian math teacher came into his office looking a staples. Then faster than you can say me love you long time. The math teacher was on both knees taking Cole down that throat. A history teacher's car battery died one night after school and Cole help out. That history teacher was next since at Cole's house getting dick down. As you can see, Cole gets around and no individual is safe from his 12.5 inch andaconda. One the school brought in an Trans woman to talk about acceptance and ended up accepting Cole's Cock down her throat and up her ass with Cole's best friend and another big dick swinger named Mr. Hughes. Cole and Mr. Hughes, whose one of the Pe Teachers at school as well head coach of some of the sports teams. Cole and Mr. Hughes became friends after the lunch person asked the two of them to tag team that ass after a Christmas party. They call themselves the big dick swingin' playas. After a while, fucking the teachers became boring and one day Cole and Mr. Hughes peeped out an young asian stundent at wrestling practice with an fat ass that was begging for two big dick booty destroyers. When he walked, Cole and Hughes noticed how his ass shooshed back and forth in his singlet. That day they both decide that young asian man's bronzed cheek needed to be taken down by two big dick playaz. Both Cole and Hughes were both great amateur wrestlers. They volunteered to help the coach while they recovered from surgery. One day after practice the young asian man was in the shower when Cole and Hughes joined him. The asian stundent came from an single mom family, in which, Cole and Hughes already fucked her. Cole and Hughes seduced, strip naked, fucked and creampied the Asian stundent's mom, leaving her with a belly full of seman and great memories. Cole chatted the Asian young man first and then Hughes. Cole and Hughes being slick with it, Hughes tells the Asian stundent he has soap on his back and he'll get it off. This turned into Hughes playing with his hole and Cole getting closer as well. Then Hughes got the idea to go into the Pe teachers' lounge so all three can get dressed. When in the room, the young Asian man confessed that he was into guys and he had heard stories about these two big cock monsters. He even knew that these two ran a two on one fuck fest with his mom. He heard how hugh the cocks they had were from his mom and he wanted in on that action. Cole and Hughes told the young man that they were planning to get his cheeks all along and his hot big tit mom was an added bonus. Are two master cocks men tells the young, willingly, also an hour and a half from now full of Cole and Hughes' baby making protein up in his tummy like his mommy. The young Asian man with the bronze tan bubble butt was cocked down by are two big dick man whores before each took turn breeding him.To let the young man comfortable, these two first started with condoms. Cole had a plan to get those condoms off their cocks and fuck this young maturing bronzed hole bareback and then breeding. Cole dirty talked him about the young man's. As Cole used his pink anal pussy hole as big dick stroke practice and hughes stuffed the young man's throat, mouth, and jaws full of cock. "You're mom was taking are dick like this too," Cole commented with a devilish grin. "You take dick like your mom young man?" Why not go all the way be just like your?" The young Asian man couldn't with Hughes' mammoth cock in the way down throat. So hughes pulled his meat out the young Asian man's mouth and he paused for a second to catch his breath. "What do you mean take it like my mom," He asked Cole. "I'm a bigger slut than my mom." "She may have those massive tits, but I've got an ass that doesn't quit and takes a big dick pounding then keeps on ticking." He proudly proclaimed. Hughes let the young man know that his mom fucked them both bareback and they didn't when they bust that great nut they fucked out of the Asian man's mother's soaked pussy. The Asian guy didn't want to be out done and told the two tag team specialist that if they wanted to fuck him raw dog and breeding him like the dirty bubble butt slut he is. They would have to agree to dp his Asian man/pussy and tape it on cellphone camera, so he can show his mom he's more slutty. They all agree to the terms of the fuck agreement. So Hughes and Cole raw dogg his fat Asian pound cakes then breeding him like he was a bitch in heat, who would fuck any dick to get a baby. The young Asian man got camera phone video of the double penetration Hughes and Cole Put on him. For added bonus footage they film Cole and Hughes Cumming onside him. After the both came, video showed cum oozing out his hole. Cole was proudly filming the scene when says," Your son's slut ways didn't fall far from the tree, did it mom?" " Like mother like son, don't say that alot," replied Hughes in the background as cum dripped out pf his Asian fuck hole. "Now to take all that cum dripping out of you and replant it up your hole," answered Cole ready for round two. Cole and Hughes to this day still fuck that young asian man and his mother. No condoms have been used since. Just good old lube, skin on skin action, breeding for the son and creampies for the mommy dearest. The next target on Cole and Hughes list is young black man with attitude, whose failing Cole's Sex Ed. class. Cole and Hughes get rock hard when the thank about putting young black man in his place with his dick sucking lips or DSL for short and his hugh bubble butt that's made for fucking. Since the young man was failing Cole's class. He decided to set up a meeting and talk to him. The young black man came into Cole's office with attitude and give Cole some lip for his. Cole was not having it. Cole knew guys like this future cumdump or fluffersand it kind of got him semi hard. Cole decide it was time to lay down the law on this new fuck toy for Cole and Hughes. But Cole decide he was going to fuck his young round thick black booty one on one first before getting Hughes involved. Cole had only a handful of black bottoms. But this one has was nice, fat, and ready for Cole's 12.5 in attitude adjustment. "You trying to give lip? Your young slutty ass think your grown? Well I'll show you what grown men like me do to back talking ghetto fuck sluts like you." Cole grabs me by the elbow real firm and aggressively guide me to a small desk in the corner. Cole flips up the skirt I was wearing exposing my fat booty to breeze of the air-conditioned room. "Now how you going to act like you hard and tough with an ass like this," He questioned me as he spanked my ass several times before sticking a figure up my love tunnel. "Fuck You," I replied definitely as I was hunched over the desk staring at his massive pool. "Fuck me," Cole answered back."Big dick daddies like me fuck bubble butt ghetto bottoms like you for practice. Then turn you into fluffers for gangbang shoots or sex parties," Cole responded back now with two figures working my hole. Cole kept working my ass with his meaty figures while slapping me in face with his massive wood. Cole told me I was nothing more than a bezzie, whose only reason for being school was to learn how to suck and take dick. Now for those who are wondering, a bezzie is Northern California, mainly the San Francisco Bay Area slang for bitch or someone on a lower level than a bitch. Cole got a hold of a butt plug and pushed it up me ass then smacked my booty to complete the process. "This is your new class called advance sex ed. you worthless bezzie. This class well prepare you for the wonderful career of being a hoe," Cole tells me now having a raging purple hard on pointed directly between my eyes. Cole smacks my as so hard that I yelp in shock. With my mouth opened wide, Cole shoves his cock down my throat." Your first lesson is called dick sucking and deep throat theory. With a special section on becoming a no gagg reflexes pro with special attention being payed to the studs being sucked balls," Cole tells me still figuring my ass. After shoving the head of his dark purple penis down the back of my throat. Cole paused as I fight to get air for about 30 seconds. "Not good enough, do it again," Cole demanded as he sternly looked into my eyes as I was searching for air, tears steaming down with eyes then cheeks as drool flowed down my lips and drips off my chin. Cole repeats the process and this time hold me down longer and so deep that my lips taste his pubic hairs. He lets go of the back of head so I can try to take in air. "You're either going to learn the techniques of deep throat no gagg reflexes cock sucking or my massive teaching tool is going to make sure you choke so much, that you pass out from lack of oxygen. Now lick and suck my balls. Every cock sucker should knew that a big dick daddy's balls should never be neglected." Cole Taught his new student. I focused on his balls which had to be the size of tennis balls for a couple of minutes before he instructed me to gocus on his shaft that was real thick and curved a little left. Cole pulled his cock away from his lips and rubbed his tool aginst my lips like a toothbrush. "You've got some DSL there young student," Cole said now having me stick my tongue out so he can flip his cock up and down my it. Now Cole was ready to give me the last part of the dick sucking lessons. Intro to face fucking theories 101: Your big dick partner's right to fuck your mouth like he fucks your ass. Cole take both hands and grips the sides of my head. I open wide to receive him without a fuss. Cole smiles and gives me a that good slut praise. Tells me that me fighting him is not got to help me. That I should just accept the teaching he's giving me. Cole with both hands controlling my head guides his magic sex stick in my mouth and down my throat. He starts moving his hips back and forth as I close my lips around his cock. The lesson went for an hour as Cole would change the speed and length of his strokes. Cole was finished with that part of the lesson for today and assigned me homework, which was to go to a ear piercing place and get a tongue ring. Cole believes dick sucking lips or DSL and a tongue ring let's big dicks know that those cock have a home down my throat. After that, I was to find and flirt with a big dick stud. I was to tell him I was in Advance Sex ed. class that teaches someone like me the proper way to please men with big dick and was to take the person somewhere private and practice sucking cock. I just nodded my head showing I understood as I tried to hide the fact that Cole's one hour fellatio lesson. Made my jaws sore like never before. Cole knew this and told me that I better start practicing, because next week he was going to start me on a lesson on how to suck multiply cocks he called Intro to Blow Banging: some many big cocks and one mouth to please them. That lesson would be an in class assignment where the school's 3 P.E teachers and Cole would give me multiple cocks to while a female teacher films the assignment so we can watch it back. Now that this was said and done, Cole start his last lesson before class ended called Theorizes solutions of fat booties taking dick the right way: Intro into missionary, doggy style, bending over obstacles such as furniture, automobiles, and bathroom counters or kitchen sinks. Cole tells me that fat booty bezzies like me should take any cock giving to me, however, if two guys want one on one dates that lead to fucking. You can't get them to tag team you or the don't like sloppy seconds. The daddy with the biggest cock gets you dark and lovely botty as the prize. Since I was still bent over that small desk, Cole skipped over missionary and doggy. Then went on to bending over obstacles. Cole stressed that a big dick could walk by and see my ass. Then become horny and want to fuck. Cole gaves an example of when I first walk into the house tonight. Cole told me he was checking our my ass and was getting hard. If Cole was to grab my then and say, "Young Man that ass is making me horny. Bend over and give up them cheeks now." In this example Cole tell me to go to the back of couch, table or desk. If no furniture, find a counter top or put your hands against the wall chest high, arch your back, spread legs apart, and point your pink hole towards the sky. Then let that big dick enter and pump you full of his baby making protein. Yes that right, while Cole taught the other student to wear condoms. He was 100% about barebacking and never stop fucking a big booty bottom until the big dick daddy transfers his sperm from his balls to the asshole then to the bottoms guts. Cole started to stroke his cock while I spread my cheeks so that Cole could get a good look at my mangina. "Yes. That's how you offer up your ass to a big dick top," Cole answers with pride."I'll be gentle and put just the tip in first for you to get adjusted to my 12.5in cock, Cole told me. Cole hovered over my ass and spit a big loogie on my hole."I forgot lube so spit will have to do for today," Cole explains. " Or I can eat your ass for a couple of minutes to get your hole nice and wett. "Oh yes please eat my ass," I moaned back with my spread ass cheeks feeling the cool air conditioning breeze and my man/pussy winking at Cole anticipating his hunger for my hole. Cole ate my booty like he hadn't eaten in a while and my dark brown cakes were a 5 course meal. I moaned and squeamed as Cole either licked, tongue fucked, or chews my hole. He would also spank my ass just so he could hear me moan,"Yes Daddy. Eat my mangina to that your cock goes up my ass with ease." Yes, this it, don't stop. Get me ready for your big daddy dick teach. Tongue fuck that tight man/pussy so it's nice and wett for your cock." I said while holding my cheeks spread apart for Cole. Cole spanked my ass and told me it was time for main event. His hugh 12.5in teacher cock vs my fat, round, and dark chocolate student cakes. Cole said to me that class wouldn't end until he had dump his teacher's load up in my student guts. He started pushing the head of his cock against my hole. "Don't be scared," Cole said while putting more pressure on my hole with the head of his cock that looked like a massive top of a mushroom. "It's only the massive cock of the teacher whose going to pass or fail you." As long as it takes young man. Class is not over until I bust a nut inside you." So easy up relax and give up your hole willingly or I'm taking it by force," Cole announced while Cole was losing patience with the student. "But your cock is so big," I moaned in a sexy voice."Daddy don't get mad, be gente with still maturing pink hole." Be it the phat ass in front of him making him horny, the frustration of the student's tight young mangina, or the excitement and anticipation of the teacher about to impregnated is student. Cole's patience ran out and he called out in low grim voice,"Fuck this just the tip shit." Cole grabbed my hips and plowed into the student's booty. "You'll get this dick by force then," He growled like a teacher in heat, whose just spotted his pray, which happens to be a student with Dick Sucking Lips, nice fat booty, and a tight hole that doesn't take kindly to big dicks trying to enter this precious exit. "Teach please be easy," I begged. "No," Cole replied after finally getting the head of his cock inside. "You're being a cock tease and that well not fly in this," Teacher answered as he slowly and forcibly enter the stundent inch by inch and moan by moan. "Just for that, I'm giving you extra homework due tomorrow," he said finally getting all 12.5 monster inches up that hole. Cole delayed his stroke to give the student the extra homework assignments. Along with the tongue ring, he's to also buy a dildo learn to use it and bring it to class every day for anal expansion training with teacher. Next after finding and convincing a big dick daddy to let him suck his cock. He's to find another big cock that will fuck his tight hole. Then before class, stundent will come to teacher's house with all assignments done, get naked, and go over the lesson plan from yesterday with teacher and then the teacher will take stundent until he unloads up the student's maturing womb. With that out the way, Cole begins giving the stundent big dick long strokes that makes the stundent moan and squirm around. "Your dick is so hugh teach," the stundent moan out. "I can't take much more your just to big." "Shut your mouth and know your role student," the teacher responded. "You'll take my dick now. You'll take all my dick tomorrow morning. Then after class tomorrow. You're taking my hugh cock until the end of the semester including weekends." Cole moaned passionately as the rhythm of his strokes caused the stundent's and teacher's hip to make a clapping sound together. Cole's rhythm also caused ripples of waves like on the stundent's booty when teach slammed into his ass. "Come on young man," Cole said. "Stop running from the dick and take the dick." "Your to big for me," the stundent replied. As he grimaced as Cole showed him no mercy on his first day of class. Cole continued to beat the mangina up for 30 minutes in different positions. While the stundent begged, moan, whines for the teacher to be easy on his sore hole. Then the time came. The teacher's balls started tensing up as he picked up the pace. "I'm coming," the teacher said. "You're getting my load today young man. No matter how much you whine, begg, and plead. I'm dropping my unborn kids up your ass, then they'll swim up guts, and then hopefully you'll be pregnant you bezzie. The stundent just wanted it over. His jaws still hurting from the face fucking he was given. Now his poor hole was assaulted by a big dick teacher. When he finally unload in the stundent. The teacher's cock became super rock hard as ropes of seman shot up that relieved booty. As the stundent left for school the day. The teacher turned to him and reminded him to his homework and come to his house in the morning. The stundent shock his head so the teacher know he understood. The teacher happy that busted a nice fat nut. Picked up his cellphone and called the PE teacher Mr Hughes. "Yeah I just got done fucking and he just left," Cole explained proudly. It was tough at first, but, I turned that ass out. "You'll love fucking him, I mean dick sucking lips we can how to suck our dicks and a fat ass that screams fuck me daddy." "He's coming over tomorrow morning and you should stop by too." "The young man needs some practice taking big daddy dick like you and I." We call in sick tomorrow, he stops by, and while I'm givng him a mouth full of cock. You walk through the side door with your cock out and say," Your fat round ass is not going to school today. It's staying here with us and get fucked all day teacher with monster cocks" "He'll freak out." "I've got a sound proof sex room downstairs in the basement that we can have are way with all day." "No! No condoms needed" "We can fuck him bareback and breed him." "Yeah impregnate this little bubble butt cutie with two big dick players.
