by Caldon Mull
Bobby snapped Alex on the ass with his towel “Let’s see what you picked out.”
We dabbed dry, then hung the towels around our necks and climbed the steps to the TV room. Bobby had one of these queen-sized futons, folded like a chair that we all lay down on. It was wide enough for another two or three, so we all arranged ourselves. Me in the middle, Dean and Mark on my right, Bobby next to me and Alex on the far left.
Dean dragged the eiderdown up over our laps and leaned back. Alex handed Bobby the remote and crept under it on the end as soon as he got another two six-packs. Mark was rolling another joint.
As soon as the music started, I almost thought this was a set-up. All the ingredients for a circle- jerk; porn, beer, a joint and five horny guys. Still, I didn’t say anything. This seemed to be some sort of ritual with them and I wasn’t going to spoil it. I wrapped my arm around Bobby and snapped a Beer, took a toke from Dean and sat back and enjoyed the buzz. Alex got up and dimmed the lights and we watched some dude nail a whole lotta chicks. Things got quiet aside from the noise of the video. The actor was great looking and had a monster cock, slamming into the squirming bodies of his girls.
“Man,” muttered Alex huskily “How they do that?” He was very turned on. “Dunno,” whispered Dean “Double jointed or something.”
“Could use some around town, like that.” Mark whistled in appreciation.
I put the half-full Beer behind my head and slowly slid my arm under the eiderdown. Bobby’s hand was on my cock, I slid mine over to his and squeezed his head. Alex’s hand brushed mine as he fondled Bobby’s balls. I stroked the top of his fingers. Dean’s hand joined Bobby’s as they started to work me. No one was in any hurry, I enjoyed the building tension. In the corner of my eye in a mirror, I could see Mark settle on the futon with the light coming in the door on his side. His back and ass bunched as he lay down, head in line with Dean’s hips. I moved my hand down Deans ribs slowly, heard him moan softly. The video drowned out any noises from the others, and as my fingers touched his slimy cock, I could feel Mark’s tongue licking down the underside of Deans pulsing tube-steak.
Alex and I each had a thumb pressed into the side of Bobby’s shaft, we laced our fingers and squeezed and stroked together. The duvet rustled and I felt a tongue slide over Dean’s knuckles and lap at the sticky top of my dick. The smoothness against my hand and the wet mouth against my cock was incredible. Slowly I pushed at the blanket, my tensing legs moving the edge of the blanket down so I could see better. No one else noticed. The TV lit the room in colour strobes as the guys squeezed and slowly stroked me. I pushed the head of Dean’s cock against Mark’s furry pit, the sweat slicking his smooth skin even more. He took a deep shuddering breath. Bobby started to pant, his cock heated up between Alex’s and my grip. The video noises and flashing lights gave a strobe-effect on the bed as my subtle movements with the duvet worked it away from all of our bodies.
Bobby was the first to pop, I felt him splash down my hand, another spurt clung to the short hairs of my forearm. Alex was moaning as hard, Bobby’s hand-spasm had worked his cock at the same time. The smell of their salty cum was thick in the room, infectious. I tightened my grip on Dean as Mark’s tongue pushed him to the edge. In the flickering light, his body looked magnificent, all shiny skin and smooth angles. Mark was a dark furry shape stretched over his legs. The contrast was hot. With a loud grunt, Dean shot his wad over Marks back and all over himself. I had never seen so much cum out of one person in my life. I groaned, hanging by a thread. To my surprise, Marks mouth closed over my cock and sucked at it. Dean’s hand slid down my shaft and squeezed the root and I was almost there. Mark slid down my shaft until his lips were pressed against Dean’s fingers and I could feel his throat open around my helmet, pulsing, then slide even deeper. I shot straight into his gut as his throat muscles clamped and slid around my hot fuck-stick. I greyed out as my body took over.
There was only snow on the TV, and the room was dark. Mark had detached himself from my cock and was no-where to be seen. Dean was dozing next to me. Alex and Bobby were curled up, snuggled together, asleep. I slowly crept over the crumpled duvet and headed for the kitchen, grabbed a beer. I headed for the hot tub. Mark was already there, beer balanced on the edge.
“Hey.” I slipped in off the ladder.
“Hi, Andy.” Mark grinned sleepily.
“Great movie. No plot though.” I swigged from the can. Mark laughed, then looked serious. “Bobby said you wouldn’t mind.” He muttered nervously.
“Heck, no.” I stretched out “Not at all. I’m just surprised you guys don’t go crazy out here.”
“There’s that.” Mark shrugged, relieved. “I’m the only one with a girl, but I like this better.”
“How’s that.”
“I known her since we were, like, ten. She goes all the way with me.” Mark sipped his beer “But this takes the edge off, a bit.”
“Cool.” I watched the water swirl around my arm, the crust of Bobby’s wad foamed off my skin, I could smell him again. “I guess I just like it any time, any place.”
“Yeah.” Mark smiled, suddenly he looked like a little boy. “Our team is kinda close. I like the away games best, though.”
“New town.” I grinned, edging him on “Beer tastes different.”
“Different Bar,” Mark grinned back “Different food, any place but here.”
“Sometimes I feel the same way.” I sighed “I think you just make good with what you got.”
“I been doing that all my life.” Mark shrugged. “I figure I gotta break the mould, somehow.” He sighed. “At least with these guys, they know me better than anyone. They remind me who I am.”
“You’ll be okay, buddy.” I smiled “You’re one of those guys that always lands on his feet.”
“Yeah.” Mark splashed water at me “Reckon I am. A lousy cock-sucker from a hick town.”
“I wouldn’t say you were lousy.” I smirked “I’d say you could do Cock Sucker Olympics if you wanted.”
Mark actually blushed. “‘Sides, when I return the favour, I’d be scared you’d only give me an average or something.”
“Quit kidding.” Mark laughed nervously “I’m sure you’d get better than that.”
“You lead with your chin there, buddy” I chuckled “Easy points. Besides, I like what you did.”
“Yeah,” Mark grinned smugly “I could tell. I’d do it again, anytime.”
“Me too.” I slipped in under the water, wet my hair. Mark stretched out a leg, rubbed me with it.
“Andy?” He whispered after I had surfaced. “Yeah.” I moved over to his side.
“Could you do something for me?” Mark looked guilty.
I wondered what was up. “Yeah, sure.”
“The other guys and I got a history.” Mark licked his lips “But I reckon you and I start fresh.”
“Ok, what? Anything.”
“Kiss me.” Mark said suddenly “Not like a peck, or anything. Real.”
“Sure.” I reached out and held his head in my hands, moved forward and pressed my lips to his. His mouth opened. I slipped my tongue into his mouth. He sucked back, folded his arms around my neck.
I lifted him up in the water and sat him on my lap, pressed against his chest with mine. I slipped my hands down his back and cradled his ass while I worked the inside of his mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair. We parted the kiss, looked at each other. I could feel my cock throbbing in the water and rise up to press against his ass-hole. He shivered. I reached down and gripped the hard-on jutting in his tangled bush.
“I ain’t never been fucked before.” He whispered, hanging on my neck. “None of the guys kiss me.”
“I reckon they feel weird about that.” I whispered back.
“I wanted to, but I couldn’t ask in case they thought I was… y’know.”
“Yeah. I know.” I pressed my dick forward, Mark arched his back. Even with the water helping, he was really heavy. “But I think if
someone wants something, then the people they know should be cool with it.”
“You didn’t grow up here.” Mark settled his hips, nestling my tube into his crack. I groaned softly. “You’re from the City.”
“Yeah.” I muttered, stroking his hard cock “But it’s the same country, buddy.”
“C’mon.” Mark pushed me back against the tub “I waited for someone to offer.”
I watched as he reached down and leaned back. He pressed the top of my cock against his hole and pulled his knees up against my shoulders. The water smelt of Bobby’s Sage-salt and was pretty oily. I slipped into his ass easily. Mark moaned. He leaned back and my whole cock slid forward, then was gripped by his insides. I pulled at his cock, and the muscles of his torso flexed and bunched as he set up a rhythm. I stroked his hard body with my spare hand.
“Man, this feels good.” Mark whispered. “I always wondered why guys did it.”
I kept the muscles of my lap pressed against his ass and watched him fuck my cock, his whole body ramming against me. The water in the tub started to slop around, so I pulled him back into a kiss. He eagerly returned it. His ass felt white-hot around my dick. I squeezed his throbbing cock, gripped it hard and slid my fist down to the base. The water helped. He groaned in my ear. I moved my hands and gripped his hips, leaning forward so his cock pressed against my rock- hard torso.
I bucked my hips towards my hands, hard. Mark’s ass was squashed between them, I could feel the skin slide on my dick as the rim of his ass stretched around my root. He spread his legs further apart, face flushed. I thrust forward again. There wasn’t any more give in him left. I could feel his velvet insides gather around my urgent, throbbing cock. I balanced my weight on my legs and lifted him slowly up, almost out of the water, with only the head of my cock still inside him. The sudden heaviness pressed on Marks body, his cock twitched clear of the water in front of me. I pressed forward, aiming to get the pale half in my mouth.
My lips closed over the jutting head, I twirled my tongue around it. I thought Mark was going to have a heart attack. My arms trembled with his weight. A hot spurt of his juice splashed inside my cheeks, I swallowed furiously. Mark was writhing all over my lap, I thought my dick was going to snap in half, I swallowed more of his sticky come. He groaned softly and started to go limp, and I slowly let my hips sink under the water and take off some of the strain. His cock flopped out of my mouth. I slowly pulled him forward and kissed him, my mouth salty with his juice. He sucked at my tongue, moaning softly in the back of his throat. I held him close for awhile, dick still aching inside his hot ass.
“You’re still in there, man.” He muttered sleepily while I held him.
“I enjoy the feeling.” I whispered to him.
“You gonna finish up?” Mark licked the outside of my ear. “It feels great, but I don’t want you hanging like this.”
“I’m fine, buddy.” I murmured “You look wrung out.”
“I think I’m gonna get some ‘zees’ upstairs.” Mark rested against my shoulder. I slipped my aching dick out of him and let the water swirl around it. It felt nice. Freed of its hot prison, I felt it relax. My balls ached somewhat. If I had fucked him proper, there would have been no water left in the tub. Also I got the feeling that the guys didn’t quite take to this. They seemed to have a very different idea between what was not-fag-stuff and fag-stuff, and Mark had crossed the line with them. I figured that I should just hang awhile and let him make up his own mind with what was cool with me and what wasn’t. I guess that seemed stupid to me, but I wasn’t from around here.
We left the tub, wrinkled and pink and walked upstairs to the TV room. Dean was stretched out on the futon, fast asleep. Alex and Bobby were no-where to be seen. Dean’s solid, smooth body looked great, and I was still horny. Mark curled up next to him and was asleep as soon as he was down. I smelt pot. Walking through, I saw a door open to a balcony, rain washing into the kitchen.
Outside, Alex and Bobby were dragging on a joint and pissing over the rail to the ground some twenty feet below. The wind was gusting, but for some or other reason the joints didn’t look wet. Practice, I guess.
Alex offered me his toke, and I took a hit, cupped the joint in my hand away from the rain.
“Wondered where you were.” He grinned, hair plastered down over his eyes. He pushed his fringe away and blinked.
“Hot Tub with Mark.” I muttered, watching the smoke swirl into the night.
“Cool.” Bobby grinned around his joint. It had started to sag at the end.
“Warmer than out here.” Alex giggled. He was really stoned. His body was all goose bumps.
“Warm and dry is good.” Bobby’s teeth chattered, he’d lost the joint somewhere.
We went inside, followed Bobby to the main Bedroom. It had a linen closet. He hauled out two towels. “All I got. Sorry.”
“S’Okay.” Alex murmured, reeling. I caught him and propped him up.
“Bobby, you wanna dry. I’ll hold.” I giggled stupidly. It was strong weed.
“Sure.” He grinned. “Reminds me of another time.”
“Yeah.” I remembered “What goes around, comes around.”
“Shit, I hope so.” Bobby muttered, wiping Alex’s back. I noticed him grabbing more than necessary.
“Hey. Leave some for me.” I whispered.
“Plenty to go round.” Bobby snickered, stoned. “Should’ve done this a long time ago.”
“Hmm, nice.” Alex muttered drowsily.
I tugged Alex over to the bed and lay him on his back. Bobby brought the towels over and gave me one. I dabbed Alex dry, feeling him up as I did so. After the dousing with the cool rain, his skin was tight. I rubbed him warm as I worked, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bobby doing the same with his side. We got down as far as his groin at about the same time. His bush wasn’t thick, a golden-brown dusting of thin hair reaching up towards his navel, not quite making it all the way to join up. His badge was shaped like an eagle with spread wings, curling around above his sack to circle the base of his cock, giving it a collar of thicker gold hair. I tugged on the hair and smoothed it against his tight sack.
“Like a pony-tail.” Bobby whispered.
“More like a pony.” I muttered. Alex had a pale thick meaty shaft, and a wan nearly-pink head. I pulled at Alex’s leg to make some space. He resisted at first, then groaned softly and moved it wider for me. Bobby dabbed at the last of the rain on the top of Alex’s thighs, eyes riveted to the pale cock.
“I’ve known him all my life.” Bobby whispered “I even jerked him off lots, but I never got to look at him. I mean, really look.”
“Seems like you guys missed out somewhere.” I ran my finger along the top of the shaft, it warmed under my fingertip.
“I guess.” Bobby sighed, his hot breath ruffled Alex’s bush.
He moaned sleepily. “Guys, I’m stoned.” Alex groaned.
“Yeah, Alex.” I called to him “I guess you are.”
“Honed.” He repeated, giggled “Honed and Storny.”
He tried to sit up, then fell back giggling. His hand moved to Bobby’s head and stroked his hair while he stared at the ceiling, tried to say something, then passed out.
“I guess he’s trying to say ‘stop that’, what do you think?” I chuckled.
“You kidding?” Bobby smiled, Alex’s cock hardening, covered half my view of his face. “Always wanted to.” Bobby’s smile turned into a naughty grin. “You game?”
“I’ve been horny since I got here.” I muttered, staring at the meat-pole. It blurred slightly. I blinked. Alex wasn’t the only one stoned here.
Bobby leaned closer, his bright tongue lapped at the spongy underside as his lips closed over the side of Alex’s meat. I stuck out my tongue and pressed the tip to Bobby’s. We licked up and down slowly together until I got closer and nipped at Bobby’s lower lip with my teeth. Alex moaned softly, spread his legs under us. I could see the brush of gold hair leading to his ass open up a
s he moved. I moved my tongue over his sack, sucked each of his hard balls, then lapped my way down to his crack. Bobby slurped up Alex’s hard-on, took the head into his mouth and sucked down to about half-way. I stuck my tongue into the folds of skin either side his crack and wagged it around. Alex groaned. I could feel his hand stroking my hair and touching my back. I lifted my head and joined Bobby on his cock. Thick blue veins were showing along the pale skin, I licked them.
“I was getting jealous.” Bobby panted, taking a breath.
“Why?” I slid my tongue over the knobs of Alex’s stubby helmet.
“I kinda figured it would be my ass getting reamed this weekend.” Bobby grinned.
“Yeah.” Alex slurred huskily from the top of the bed. “Take one for the team.”
“I’m always game, buddy.” I slid my hand down the side of his body, grabbed his cock where it was pressed up against the sheets and tugged him forward. He stood. I turned him around and spread his muscular ass cheeks. Bobby’s tight corn-hole beckoned me. I tried to slide a finger in.
“Relax, baby.” I murmured.
Bobby’s back bunched and relaxed, and my finger slipped in. I pried at his ring, working the rim loose. I placed my mouth on his man-hole and licked until he was slimy. Alex had propped himself up on an elbow and idly tugged at his hard-on watching me eat Bobby’s ass.
“Hmm, hot.” He whispered, more to himself than to me. “Yeah, eat it, stick your tongue in baby, all the way.”
I pushed Bobby all the way forward to touch his toes, sat on the edge of the bed next to Alex’s knees and slipped both thumbs into Bobby’s hole. Alex got a full view, he moaned. I stuck out my tongue and pushed it into the opening, Bobby whimpered.
“C’mere Alex.” I muttered, thumbs still spreading Bobby “Taste him.”