“Aw, take a chance, man. If you’re willing to give it a try, Antwan and I will show you what to do. Don’t worry. We’ll steer you through it. Basically, all you have to do is keep your dick hard and put it where we tell you to.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem, with you two men to inspire me.”
Guy realized that he’d said the right thing. Deke was flattered. As for Antwan, he stood there and smiled at Guy, but barely said a word. Antwan seemed perfectly at ease in the situation, but it was also obvious that he was under Deke’s thumb.
“Antwan’s still on the Down Low,” Deke explained, as though he’d read Guy’s thoughts. “You know, not out yet? So he can be kind of shy. Until he gets a dick up his ass. Then he loosens up—so to speak. Hey, you got a watch on you?” Deke asked.
“Yes.” Guy held out his arm so Deke could see his wristwatch.
“Yo! Avery, Paul, Orlando! It’s five minutes to eight,” Deke said. “You know the audience gets antsy if we don’t start on time. So let’s get this show on the road. Let’s fuck!”
“The Box is all set up, and Orlando has his camera loaded and ready to roll,” Avery reported. “We’ll go live right on the stroke of eight, and then Paul can start his intro.”
“Lose the shirt,” Deke advised Guy. “Let ‘em see that chest, to get them going. We’ll take the rest off once we’re inside The Box and we start getting it on.”
Guy stripped to the waist, and followed the two black men into the cubicle. Deke, Guy realized, was indeed a take-charge kind of a guy. He positioned the three of them in a tight row between the platform bed and one of the walls, facing the opposite wall. Deke stood between the other two men, and he draped his huge arms across their broad bare shoulders. Touching the other man, feeling his skin warm against him, eased Guy’s anxiety somewhat.
This is just like being up on stage at a physique contest, he told himself. There’s nothing to be nervous about.
Both of the panels in the wall they were facing suddenly slid open, almost noiselessly, and Orlando appeared in one of these gaps, with the camera on his shoulder.
Guy could hear Paul, talking in the booth, addressing the website’s viewers. From where he stood, Guy couldn’t catch all of Paul’s words, but the gist of it was that he was welcoming the audience and telling them what they were about to see. Excitedly, Paul announced that a new Big Boy, Guido Terratrema, The Italian Earthquake, was going to make his first appearance on the website momentarily.
“Guido’s going to be teamed with Deke and Antwan, our two favorite thugs,” Paul declared. “And believe me, once these three hot men get going, the earth will move!”
Guy winced at the corniness of it all, but reminded himself that this was show biz, after all, and he might as well try to be a good sport.
“Don’t be afraid to talk,” Deke advised Guy, in a low voice. “I’ll start us off. After that, you just pretend we’re two dudes who’ve picked you up, and we’re at home in my bedroom. Just say whatever pops into your head. Oh, and whatever you do—don’t forget the come shot.”
“Where do I aim it?” Guy whispered.
“Anywhere! Don’t worry about it. Just make sure you blow your wad out in the open, for everybody to see. That Orlando can move as fast as lightning. You shoot, and he’ll be right on top of it, aiming the fucking camera at your dick.”
Paul had stopped speaking. There was a pause.
Guy saw the little red light on the camera go on. Orlando nodded, and Deke, looking right at the camera, smiled and spoke up.
“Hey, all you muscle lovers out there! This is Deke. This is my boy, Antwan.” Deke gave Antwan’s shoulder a squeeze, and turned his head to kiss him on the cheek. “We’re back to entertain you. And this is our new gym buddy, Guido.” Deke gave Guy the same hug and peck on the cheek. “As you can see, Guido is one hot, heavy duty motherfucker. Um, I can’t wait to see this body naked! The three of us are going to play together for you, and I have a feeling it’s gonna get down and dirty. You ready, Antwan?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You ready, Guido?”
“I was born ready,” Guy bragged, taking his cue from Deke and trying to match his air of easy bravado.
Deke chuckled. “Then let’s get it on!”
He led Guy over to the waiting bed and silently urged him to lie down. Guy’s curiosity, and the pitch to which the big black man had aroused him already, made him obey Deke’s every instruction, verbal or otherwise, without any hesitation or argument. As soon as Guy was sprawled out on the broad expanse of mattress, with his tanned body contrasted against the pale blue sheet, Deke turned to Antwan, who had approached the bed from the other side.
“Take off my buddy Guido’s clothes, Antwan.”
“Yes, sir. At once.” Antwan nodded and moved toward the bed.
“Now, wait a minute, men,” Guy protested, feebly. “I’m a big boy now. I’ve been dressing and undressing myself for a long time.”
“But you’re going to be my boy tonight,” Deke retorted, laughing. “And Antwan is here to take care of me—and all of other my boys. There’s no point in resisting. You might as well relax, and let him do his thing.”
“I thought you said that, like most black boys on the Down Low, he was shy,” Guy teased Deke. But Antwan was anything but shy at the moment. The young gangbanger stud kicked off his shoes, then knelt beside Guy on the bed, displaying his dark honey-hued flesh that gleamed like polished bronze in the harsh lighting inside The Box.
“He is shy. We have that in common, as you’ll soon see for yourself,” Deke said, mockingly. “And you gotta understand that he’s my boy, and this is simply part of his regular duties—making my buddies feel good.”
Deke fell silent and watched, with an expression on his face that seemed to Guy to be half amused tolerance, half growing excitement, as Guy lay there passively on the bed and closed his eyes for a moment, to block out that glaring light which was hitting him from above. Antwan, with deft, skilled fingers, removed Guy’s shoes and socks, unfastened his belt and opened his fly, and then began to pull down his trousers and briefs. As he did so, he’d occasionally brush tantalizingly against Guy’s penis with an elbow, a thigh, or some other part of his firm but satin-skinned body, the fleeting contact just enough to make Guy’s flesh simmer with growing lust and create a burning, rapidly building pressure in his loins.
“You’ve got a nice body, Guido. It’s real pretty, for a white dude.” The sound of Deke’s voice, suddenly thick and throaty with desire, reminded Guy of where he was and what was happening. He opened his eyes and saw the black stud standing beside the bed, right next to him. Deke had kicked off his shoes and dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. He was stark naked.
“Thanks.” As Guy stared up at Deke, his cock shaft began to stir at the sight of the other man’s sleekly muscled physique, and, as he admired it, Deke smiled, obviously flattered by the interest Guy was displaying for his body—and, in particular, for his huge and already hard cock. Guy fixed his gaze on that big prick, which stood out from Deke’s kinky black-haired groin taut and dark, with a network of tiny bluish veins running through it from its base to the succulent-looking, swollen head sheathed in a close-fitting hood of foreskin. The sight made Guy’s mouth water.
With Guy stretched out naked on the bed, Antwan, who by now was also nude and aroused, hovered over him, gently massaging his chest with both hands. The three of them, it occurred to Guy, made a promising sexual trio. Tanned though he was, Guy felt almost ivory pale next to the other two men, while Deke’s mature good looks contrasted strikingly with Antwan’s youthful but utterly masculine physique and features. The dusky skin tones of the two black men, master and slave, added a further exotic element to the threesome.
“All right, I think it’s safe to conclude that we are all in the mood to enjoy ourselves—and each other,” Deke declared, reaching down to stroke Guy’s belly. “Now the only question is, how do
you want to proceed? Should we just let nature take its course and have ourselves a free-for-all, or do either of you men want to do something in particular to start off with? I flatter myself that I’m game for just about anything, Guido, and I can promise you, so is Antwan.”
Even under the circumstances, Guy couldn’t help noticing that Deke’s tough thug stance seemed to be slipping a bit. He was speaking more like an educated and indeed erudite man.
“If Guido doesn’t have a preference, then I have an idea, sir,” Antwan said.
“Let’s hear it. But do we have to be quite so formal, under the circumstances?” Guy asked, with a smile. To his surprise, Guy was finding it easy to get into his role, and improvise dialogue. It really was almost as though the three of them were getting together for sex, in the privacy of a bedroom.
“I’d sure enjoy it if either or both of you men would fuck me,” Antwan announced.
“I think that could be arranged,” Guy said.
“You had better be careful about what you wish for, Antwan,” Deke advised his submissive young friend. “You may get more than you bargained for.”
Antwan grinned. “That’s what I’m counting on, sir. So I’ll risk it.”
“Good boy. Now, Guido, you and I’ll have to decide which of us is gonna have the pleasure of possessing this horny boy’s ass first. Since it’s your first time on the show, maybe you should go first. Unless,” Deke added, slyly, “Antwan would like to take on both of us at once.”
“Yeah,” Antwan interjected. “That’s what I want. I want both of you to fuck me at the same time.”
“That’s going to be a little difficult,” Guy pointed out. “For you, Antwan, I mean.”
“Oh, I’ve been double penetrated before,” Antwan boasted.
“Really? It sounds as though Antwan’s been doing a lot more than providing valet service to your friends,” Guy joked.
“I’ve encouraged him to experience the full diversity of Down Low culture,” Deke said dryly. “What he does on his own time is his own business. In the course of his explorations, he’s learned how to stretch his ass hole wide open enough to take on two big dicks.”
“Yes, I can. I can do it,” Antwan insisted. “I’ve done it in the back room of a leather bar.” He seemed eager to demonstrate his skill. “I can satisfy both of you hung dudes at once, you’ll see.” His determined tone of voice told both Guy and Deke that he had his mind set on attempting the stunt. “I want your big black cock and your fat white Italian salami up my ass!”
Interpreting the two men’s silence, correctly, as assent, Antwan stood in front of Deke, whose bigger body made his look vulnerable by contrast. Antwan turned so that his back was toward Deke, his butt pressing against the uplifted bulk of the older stud’s prick.
“You first, sir,” Antwan instructed, as Deke automatically put his arms around him and hugged him tightly under the chest. “Put yours inside me, first.”
Deke obliged. Guy remembered the box of condoms and the bottle of lubricant on the table, and since he was closest to them at the moment, he handed them to Deke. Deke quickly tore open the foil condom packet and unrolled the rubber down over his erection, then availed himself of the lube, smearing the clear, slightly sticky gel all over his latex-sheathed cock. Once his tool was thoroughly coated with the slippery gel, Deke pulled his penis downward at an angle, positioned it between Antwan’s firm round buttocks, and pressed it against the submissive’s puckered anal opening.
“Are you ready, boy?” Deke asked. “Are you ready to be fucked?”
“Yes! Yes, please.”
A sudden, firm bucking of Antwan’s sensuous ass back against Deke’s groin made his hole swallow up the first few inches of Deke’s thick cock in one greedy lunge.
“Ah!” Antwan cried.
“If you take it too fast, you may hurt yourself,” Deke cautioned. “It won’t be the first time you’ve ended up with a sore ass.”
“I don’t care. I want it all!” And, to prove his point, Antwan made another eager backward thrust, which completed the insertion. The youth had managed to take the entire length of Deke’s throbbing prickshaft up inside his tightly clenching ass hole.
“Does that feel as hot as it looks?” Guy asked.
“Better,” Deke told him.
“I’m envious.”
“Don’t worry. We’ll soon be sharing him. There’s plenty of hot boy ass here to go around.” Abandoning coherent speech for the moment, Deke groaned as he ran his hands over Antwan’s hairless chest, tweaking his stiff nipples. He pushed on the boy’s taut lower belly to ram the black youth’s body firmly down onto the stabbing rigidity of his cock.
“Yeah, that’s what I want. Fuck me,” Antwan gasped. “Fuck me hard!”
Guy moved in closer, so that he could get a good look at the action—and, specifically, at the way Deke’s cock was penetrating that ass. Deke’s shaft seemed to be so tightly hugged by Antwan’s sphincter ring that, although Deke had presumably screwed his homeboy any number of times, Guy couldn’t imagine that delicate-looking ass hole actually expanding enough to receive inside it yet another cock—especially not one the size of the swollen member that was now sticking up from between Guy’s thighs. Guy was achingly hard, and the sheer perversity of joining Deke in possessing and using that ass appealed to him and spurred on his lust. The kinkiness of the proposed double fuck excited him as much as any artificial aphrodisiac might have done. He moved into a position in which he faced both Antwan and Deke.
“How are we going to do this, men?” he asked.
Antwan stared at Guy with lust-glazed black eyes. “Don’t move,” he urged. “Not yet. Let me get into position.”
Guy watched as Antwan raised both of his arms behind both his and Deke’s heads, locking his fingers tightly together at the back of Deke’s neck. He left his hands there, holding on for support, as Guy instinctively saw what Antwan had in mind. Guy moved in closer, to begin to do his part in this assault on Antwan’s ass. He squatted down in front of the lust-crazed young man, tempted to pause long enough to take a few laps with his tongue at the tip of Antwan’s potent young cock. However, Guy knew there would be plenty of time for cock sucking, in a variety of combinations, later. Right now, the item at the top of the agenda was the double fuck. The idea of shoving his rock-hard dick up into that tight, butch little anal pit now occupied Guy’s imagination to the exclusion of everything else.
He put his hands around Antwan’s left leg, at the knee, and lifted the leg over his own right shoulder, hooking it there. He proceeded to position Antwan’s right leg over his left shoulder in the same way.
“Is this what you had in mind?” he asked Antwan.
“Yeah!”
“This is the part where we have to be a little careful,” Deke warned Guy. “We have to go easy, at first.” In his innocence, Guy assumed that Deke meant they would have to be careful not to hurt Antwan. He was immediately disillusioned. “You see, once we get that horny man pussy of his stretched wide open,” Deke explained, “it’s easy for one or both of our dicks to slip back out of him. I’ll lift him up, and you slide your cock right in there next to mine. Force it in there, if you have to. The bitch can take it.”
Observing Deke, Guy could see the muscles in his shoulders and neck tense as Antwan’s feet left the floor. Cautiously, Guy rose into a standing position facing Deke, with Antwan’s body slung between them. Guy’s hands were now gripping the cheeks of Antwan’s plugged ass, offering partial support for the youth’s body weight. Now Antwan anchored his ankles around Guy’s neck. In their present position, Antwan’s ass hole was not only stuffed with Deke’s cock, but was placed so that Guy’s prick, if pushed into the proper alignment, might be forced through the opening of his ass hole, too.
“I’m not too heavy for you, am I?” Antwan asked Guy, with a politeness that was somewhat incongruous, given the circumstances.
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“Then put your cock inside me. Please, man.”
Guy could feel the blunt smooth head of his cock prodding at Deke’s scrotal sac in its blind search for Antwan’s anal mouth. He was wildly excited by the friction of his cock’s head against Deke’s balls, by the lewd realization that his dick was soon going to be joining Deke’s own thick meat, up inside the hot, plugged butt of the horny young thug.
“I’d better get a rubber on me before I explode,” Guy said.
“Hurry,” Antwan groaned.
Hastily, Guy got himself gloved up and thoroughly lubricated. Then he searched for Antwan’s hole again, prodding between his buttocks with his now-slippery cock.
“This is likely to hurt, Antwan,” he warned.
“I don’t care. I want it to hurt. I want both of you goddamn studs in there, deep inside my ass,” Antwan moaned. “I want it so bad!”
Guy wanted it, too. And he suspected that Deke wanted it, just as much. In fact, three sexually aroused gay men wanted to unite their bodies as closely as was anatomically possible, and they were now going to do so, as quickly as the logistics of the situation would permit them to.
Guy now took his dick in his hand, guiding the head of it away from Deke’s balls and repositioning it against the solid root of Deke’s thick, ass-impaling prick. He bent his legs to get a better angle of attack, pushing the lubricated tip of his cock against Deke’s shaft where it emerged from the big man’s testicles. Straightening his legs now exerted a pressure that helped to force Guy’s prick-head through the already taut-stretched sphincter muscle and up into the already stuffed ass hole.
“Oh, fuck,” Guy exclaimed. “He’s really tight!”
“Push,” Antwan urged. “Oh shit, push it up into me!”
Despite his obvious willingness, his sphincter muscle resisted the introduction of more hard inches of solid cock. His anal opening seemed prepare to defend itself from further invasion, to tighten up and fight the entrance of the second erection. Guy realized that a certain amount of persistence and brute force would be necessary to complete the penetration. His cock shaft was bending painfully under the pressure, but he continued to attempt to drive it home. His grip on Antwan’s firm buttocks allowed the boy’s ass to drop down lower between the two men who were holding up him between their bodies, stretching Antwan’s bowel down over the up thrusting cock that Guy was struggling to squeeze inside it, next to Deke’s.
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