by Caldon Mull
Alex sat up and leaned forward between my hands. I could feel his mouth on my thumbs and his tongue flicking the inside of Bobby’s rim. It was hot, my cock jerked while he worked. Alex put his hands over mine, then took his two index fingers and placed them top and bottom. He grinned at me and flexed. Bobby groaned, his hips wiggled.
“Always wanted to do that.” Alex smirked “He’s such a tight-ass most times.”
I moved to eat him some more, my tongue slid over Alex’s fingers and my thumbs. I could reach far into his gut, I flicked his g-spot with the tip of my tongue, Bobby swayed like a tree in a tornado, moaning.
“C’mon, gimme some there.” Alex whispered, then took my place in Bobby’s ass, copied my movements.
I moved aside and slipped my thumbs out, Alex carried on rimming Bobby, while I moved to the meat in Alex’s lap. I grabbed it half-way and worked at the head, working up a good spit. Alex was moaning into Bobby’s ass. He slid his teeth over the rim, clamped gently and tugged back. Bobby’s leg muscles jerked crazily.
“Lie back, Alex.” I ordered and he did.
“C’mere Bobby.” I pulled at a hip to get him to stretch “Lie down.”
He did as I showed him, I pulled a pillow from under the cover and propped his hips up, tucking the blood-red hard-on backwards on the pillow. I moved Alex off his back and positioned him between Bobby’s legs.
“Don’t move just yet.” I whispered and slid my tongue into the top of Alex’s crack. He leaned forward, face resting on Bobby’s back. I ate him, brushing the hair between his ass with my teeth and slipping my tongue into his corn-hole. Alex whimpered in delight. As soon as he was wet, I reached between his legs and gripped his boner in my fist, pushed it towards Bobby. He tensed his hips and slid straight in. I moved behind Alex, changed my grip to his balls and pressed my dick against his ring. The head slipped half-way in.
“Jesus.” Alex grunted “Careful there.” I spat onto my dick and watched the spittle slide to where we joined, rubbed against his hole with my thumb. Inched forward. I slipped in past his rim, and slowly applied pressure until his ass was resting against my bush.
“We can stop.” I teased.
“You fucking mad, no ways!” Alex panted.
Slowly I pushed further, Bobby and Alex made similar sounds in stereo. I gripped Alex’s hips, rode up against him and pulled us together away from Bobby. I moved him forward again, his ass clamped on my cock deep inside him. I fucked Bobby with Alex’s cock, sweat ran down his back and he moaned and panted like a jogger with a twisted ankle. I pushed him forward as far into Bobby as I could, then started to move my hips like a steam-train. Ten strokes later and Alex was twitching like a bungee rope. I leaned forward and pinched one of his nipples. His insides pounded at my dick and he grunted like a moose, hanging on to Bobby’s hips for all he was worth. I slid out of him and pulled him away from Bobby. His cock was smeared with chunky dick-juice, but it was still hard. He lay back wheezing while I thrust my hips over his thighs.
“Bobby, c’mere.” I puffed.
Gripping Alex’s and my dick, I pulled them together and steered Bobby over them. “You man enough?” I grunted
Bobby just grinned, his face already flush from Alex’ pounding. He squatted, facing me. I felt the heat of all three of us pressing together. Cum soaked out of Bobby and ran down the top of my shaft. I was so horny, I felt like I had steel bars inside of me rather than guts. He pressed harder, grunting with exertion. I felt his slick ring slide open. Alex moaned, his cock twitched in my grip, I held on. Bobby squatted harder, both heads were in, he pressed down, face writhing in effort. If he was cramped for Alex, it was jam-packed for both of us, but he made us fit. When his ass settled against my torso, I moved my hand from our dicks and grabbed Alex’s and my balls. My other hand gripped Bobby’s dick. I heard my spine pop. I squeezed with both hands as Bobby stretched and rode up our poles.
“Take me there, baby.” I panted “C’mon, work it hard.”
Bobby undulated in front of me as I was pressed from all sides. Alex’s cock was so hard and hot, I thought it would burn me through. Bobby’s hands were gripping my shoulder so hard they would leave bruises, then he started to flail, his legs started to tremble and I could feel my balls turn into marbles between my squeezes. Alex’s were so high up, Bobby’s ass must’ve been pounding them with each stroke.
Bobby’s eyes rolled back into his head and he slammed down so hard I lost my breath. Gasping I rode Bobby’s orgasm, his cum spraying all over my front as I came over Alex’s cock and shot my wad into Bobby’s heat. Alex was whimpering like he was in pain. Bobby was still coming when I held him and pulled him off our cocks. I leaned back and held him while he gasped like a fish out of water and finally stopped shuddering.
“Wow.” Alex wheezed and dozed off almost immediately.
“Hey, you OK?” I muttered to Bobby, who was still shuddering.
“Yeah.” He grinned weakly. “I never felt better.”
I held him close, like I used to hold June when we had made love the first couple of times, stroking his hair and caressing his body. He murmured softly and nestled against me. Soon his body warmed up and he was asleep against me. He got heavy. I gently dragged him down with me and lay between Alex and Bobby and tried to figure out what was going on. I didn’t think I was sane, anymore.
About a year ago I had never even thought of sex with guys, my life was all planned out and everything was set in stone. Here I was screwing my best buddies, and enjoying every minute. With Michel it was a great friendship thing, comfortable and mostly lust. With Kyle it was a great laugh, very physical and quite honestly I was half in love with him. Just when I think I couldn’t fit anyone else into my life, along comes Bobby. With him it was a kind of older brother thing, protective and masterful at the same time. My guts went soft whenever I thought about him. I stroked his hair and kissed him in his sleep.
A shadow fell between the lamp and me, I opened my eyes. Dean leaned against the door, watching me. His cock was soft and slimy, cum ran down from his chest over his sleek body. He grinned.
“I heard you guys.”
“Sorry.” I muttered. I couldn’t figure him out.
“Don’t be. I enjoyed it, didn’t notice me watching.” He ran a finger through his juice and sucked at it idly. “So, they finally did it.”
“Hmm.” I shrugged.
“Andy, tomorrow we all get dressed and have lunch and go off to our own places like nothing happened.” Dean moved to sit on the foot of the bed. “We’ve been doing this since we were kids. No-one wants to admit to the other that they might feel like its OK or anything, but everyone else knows us better than they think. Those two been wanting to do each other since they could pack a wad, they never did.”
“And you?” I reached over and gathered some of his thick cum on my finger, sucked it. It tasted sweet, there was so much of it.
“I always reckoned I could be a fag, but didn’t give a damn about what other people thought. Hell, I even shaved my body to see if any one of them would think it queer. They didn’t. Now I like it. The guys wouldn’t care even if I was. I know that now.”
“And me?”
“Well, I was worried. I reckon you’re a hero, and I didn’t want to screw it up.”
“Don’t be. I like you great.”
“Cool.” Dean sighed as I reached up and played with his nipple sleepily. “Just give me a chance, OK?”
“Sure.” I stroked him as I fell asleep.
The next morning was misty and rainy. I woke earlier than the others, habit I guess. Dean had spooned Mark and lay in the smoky room peacefully asleep. The whole pad smelled of Sage, weed and cum. I slipped into some jeans and went to make some coffee. A king sized turkey simmered in the oven on low heat, and the fridge was packed with food.
Alex and Dean walked through first, also half-dressed. Alex grinned hugely at me, Dean smiled shyly.
“Coffee, guys?” I said as if nothing had happened at
all.
“Sure.” Dean warmed into a wide smile.
“You bet.” Alex kept grinning stupidly. He pinched my ass when Dean wasn’t looking. I grinned back.
Mark and Bobby stumbled through from different directions, squinted at us in the kitchen. “Food for lunch.” Bobby muttered over his coffee. “Help me set it up?”
We gathered all the bottles and dishes, cleaned up and set the table. By Noon, we were all showered and properly dressed and ploughing our way through the huge spread. After we had cleared up, Mark and Dean left first. There were back slapping hugs and waves, and Bobby ran back to walk Alex to his car, dripping wet in his orange anorak.
“Aw, fuck it.” Alex muttered suddenly and reached forward and grabbed Bobby’s wet face and kissed him hard in front of me. I smiled at the two of them, Alex had no problems with expressing his feelings it seemed. He shrugged at me, suddenly shy. “Thanks, man. This was one to remember.”
“You’re welcome.”
Bobby blushed and they walked to the cars together. When he came back, I went to put some more coffee on “Wanna talk?” I said over my shoulder “You got me for the rest of the weekend.”
“Yeah, I’d like that. It is Thanksgiving and I reckon I ought to be.” Bobby fidgeted.
“Relax Bobby.” I returned with his cup. “Just talk to me. We shared this Thanksgiving with everyone that we have to be thankful for. We’ve got some quiet time owing.”
“I’ll take that Andy, thanks for being here. I hate being alone.”
“Well, you’re not and I don’t think you will be anymore.”
When I drove to work that Monday evening, I wasn’t at all bothered by my life and my choices. I was rested and peaceful and had more people around me than any time before. For the first time, I was glad that I was living in Storyville.
Chapter Five
“Oh crap! Just great.” I muttered as I searched my Speedo for the key to my locker. Somewhere at the bottom of the pool was the clothes I needed to go home in. I wondered what to do next. It was the middle of November and the rain and biting chill wind kept most of the folk of this sleepy town indoors. I had been the only swimmer in the town pool for the last couple of months during the week, and tonight was no exception. Since I had joined the football team as a quarterback, I had needed to stay supple as I was the oldest one in the team by a good couple of years.
Next week was our first game of the new season, and I was trying to get as fit as I could, considering the Team hadn’t been setting the amateur league on fire the last couple of seasons. Honestly, quarterback wasn’t suiting me. Alex was the best for the job, Bobby was just as good and so, not surprisingly, was Dean. Too many cooks and not enough broth, as it were. Kyle had offered me his Wide Receiver position and I was just trying to figure out a way to sell this to Alex and Bobby.
So here I was, building speed and endurance for the position and I go and drop my keys. I could jog home in the cold, but considering how many laps I had put in, I would tear any number of muscles up the Hill. This pool was heated, nice and toasty… outside was all cold and sharp. My ligaments would shatter like glass after ten minutes of running in nothing but a Speedo. Once I got home, I would be stuck because my house keys were also inside the locker. I needed my kit, I needed my keys.
The lockers were too sturdy to smash open by myself. I realized the best thing would be to call the town locksmith. Dean and I get along well in the few times we had met since then at Storyville FC. I walked to the phone in the lobby, the one with the broken coin slot and dialled his number from the book hanging on a chain next to the handset.
As soon as I heard his voice, I explained the situation and he agreed to come over. Relieved, I slipped back into the pool and did another couple of strokes, considering it would be warmer than just standing around.
It took longer than I had thought for him to arrive, and by the time he walked into to pool area I was well and truly out of breath.
“Here you are.” He grinned at me through his fringe as I swam to the exit rungs. “Don’t you do anything else?”
“Hell, no.” I panted at him as I climbed out. “Work and exercise. I don’t gotta life.” I grinned as he handed me my towel. I noticed him looking at my body, but pretended I didn’t notice. He’d already seen all of it, if I remember correctly, and in action to boot. He was wearing a blue one-piece, with heavy-duty boots and carried a toolkit that he swung around as if it weighed nothing.
“So where’s the key?” Dean looked around.
“Somewhere in there.” I pointed to the pool. “I usually tie it on my waist cord, but it must’ve slipped off this time.” He looked down at my Speedo and the unbound cords. I could feel him staring at the outline of my cock through the thin fabric. I felt a tingling in my guts I could recognize by now while he stared at my parcel for a few minutes too long.
“I guess you were just a little too energetic for it, this time.” He grinned suddenly, his dark brown eyes met mine. I’ll see what I can do with the lock, but I think your best bet is to dim the lights in the room and see if the key will shine from the bottom. I got some experience with these lockers, and they ain’t easy.”
“Sorry about that, keeping you out so late.”
“Nah. Not to worry. My last call was a half-hour ago, I was just closing up the shop. I figured a detour would save me from watching the re-runs on cable until midnight again.”
“Well, they pushing me for sabbatical again, so I ain’t in any hurry to go anywhere this week. Locker’s number 82.”
He slung the kit over his shoulder with a rattle of tools and headed for the locker room, I walked over and switched off all the lights except the in-pool ones, and was rewarded by a gleam over the deep side. The pool area steamed slightly as I dove in and started to search the bottom for the damn thing.
About ten minutes later after about 10 dives, I surfaced with the key clutched in my hand. I pulled myself onto the paving around the pool and rolled onto my back wheezing.
Dean was standing over me when I got my breath “I got the sucker picked.” He grinned “Looks like you didn’t need me at all.”
“I never would’ve though about dimming the lights, so thanks.”
Dean squatted on his haunches next to me, offered me my towel again. I sat up and took off my bathing cap. Pat myself dry. On impulse I decided to ask Dean back to my place, somehow.
“Hey Andy?” he asked suddenly. “What you doing tonight?”
“Nothing planned.” I thought for awhile, seeing as he had beaten me to the draw. Kyle was out in the bushes for another two or three nights, Michel was over at Marcie for the most part. “What’s on your mind?”
“I guess a beer or something.” He shrugged.
“I’d like that, Dean. You’re on.” I stood up, offered him a hand up. “I’ll change and shower and we can go.”
“I’d rather take a shower here, if it’s alright with you. I got clothes in the truck and I need to get out of these things.” Dean grinned slyly. I grinned back.
“Sure. Ain’t no-one around.”
I wrapped the towel into a rat’s tail and slapped his ass on the way to the locker room.
He sat next to my locker and tugged off his boots while I peeled off my briefs and fished for my soap pouch in the bottom of my tog bag. Dean made no secret at checking out my body as I scratched around, I looked at him and grinned. He stood up slowly, barefoot and zipped down the front of his boiler suit. He was naked underneath. He stepped out and folded it onto the bench.
“Surprising.” I muttered softly “Kinda sexy, too.”
“I get a kink out of it.” Dean smiled lazily, stretching his beautiful, completely shaved body. His cock waggled about six inches from my lips. I could feel my mouth watering for it. “Did I ever tell you I think you got a great ass?”
“No.” I said huskily “Not that I recall.”
“Only one thing missing from it.” He whispered softly, sliding the palm of his hand down his
flat chest and smooth abdomen.
“What’s that?” I stood, soap pouch in hand. I could feel my cock start to point upwards. “My cock.” He whispered as his hand gripped his thick root.
“We need to change that.” I smiled at him.
“Good.” Dean squeezed the dark-red head of his cock, it started to harden in sympathy with mine.
I slipped my arm around his shoulder and we walked to the shower heads. I turned on one and waited for the steam to start rising from the faucet before ducking under and rinsed myself. Dean groaned as he stepped under his hot shower.
“Man, that feels good.” He gasped “Just what the doctor ordered.”
“Yeah.” I agreed.
“Can I soap you?” Dean asked lazily, reaching over and running the palm of his hand along the bottom of my half-wood.
“Sure, buddy.” I passed him the soap, pressing it into the palm of his spare hand.
He took the soap, holding my hand briefly. I closed my eyes and leaned against the wall with my arms. His strong hands started with the thick muscles of my back as he worked up a lather, sliding down my ribs and the small of my back. I groaned as his index finger slipped between my butt and lathered there for awhile. I could feel the heat from his cock warming the back of my leg, not quite touching my skin. My own hard-on was now throbbing in the stream of warm water running down the front of my body. His hands soaped my packet deftly, then slid up my front to my armpits.
I moaned as his smooth fingers ran over my nipples. He stepped in closer, his slick skin melding with my back as he pressed against me.
“Touch them again.” I moaned loudly and was rewarded by his clever fingers pinching and twisting my small, sensitive nipples. I could feel the shape of his helmet nesting in my ass-crack. My guts trembled, I was so hot for him then.
“You like that?” He murmured into my ear.