by Caldon Mull
“Oh that’s nice, guys.” I moaned, feeling my cock throb under my fingertips, through the fabric. Bobby and Dean kissed again Dean’s hand slipped down Bobby’s chest, ruffling the hair on it until he was able to grip the root of that fat shaft. He squeezed it, the muscles on his forearms bulged. Bobby’s left hand had crept down to Dean’s crack and his fingers were busy rubbing Deans sweaty cleft. Dean moaned into Bobby’s mouth as they worked each other’s tongues. Both hard bodies were dripping with sweat. Dean’s head moved down and started to lap at one of Bobby’s nipples, like a cat. Bobby hissed through his teeth with pleasure.
“Wait…” Bobby moaned, taking Dean’s hand away from his cock “I duh… don’t wanna co… cum just yet.”
“Me neither.” Dean’s thighs were trembling. The two of them grinned at each other and then looked at me on the couch.
Two steps forward, and they were unbuckling my jeans and slowly pulling them down my legs. Bobby grinned at me and took Dean’s shirt, rolled it up and blindfolded me.
My cock, freed from its prison slapped against by abdomen, slick with sweat and pre-cum. Two mouths met at the root and sucked and licked their way to the top, stabbing each other with their tongues, my meat in the middle. I groaned, I was close to coming. They slipped down to the base suddenly and ate their way back up to the top. Someone had grabbed hold of my nuts and was squeezing them. I threw my head back and bucked my hips. They spread my legs wide and pressed down, pinning me. Someone sucked my sack into their mouth, rolling my balls around with their tongues, another took the top of my cock and throated me. I started to make a noise.
My sack was released, and a tongue trailed its way to my ass, stabbing into me in a single quick motion. I bellowed like a moose. A couple of fingers joined the tongue and then my nuts were being squeezed again. Then a mouth clamped on each nipple and set off a suction that nearly blew my head off. More fingers stretched at my hole, my whole body trembled, the mouths started to nip as well as suck and then…“Oh my G…” I exploded, I could feel red-hot splashes of cum rain on my chest, neck and chin. I greyed out, still coming.
Dimly, I felt my legs being pressed down harder and a cock slipping into me. Someone raised my hips with pillows, and then each stroke slapped straight into my hotspot, my cock twitched with each thrust. I moaned and groaned like a madman. I heard Dean’s voice groan, “Yeah, I like it when you lick my ass…”
Bobby’s muffled voice moaned “Me too… do it for me?” The thrusting got faster and faster and with a groan I came again. The thrusting stopped in my ass and a slick, thick cock pushed through my pubes, rubbing the underside of my meat. It pulsed and heated up and with a huge roar, Dean dropped his huge load all over me. I felt spray hitting my nose and face, fresh and salty and felt the hot goo wash up my abdomen and pool in my chest.
I was too limp to struggle much, but Bobby plunged his mare-killer into me next, slamming straight into my hot spot. My body twitched wildly, and I could feel my cum being pushed out of me by his fat head.
“Ah Geez…” Bobby moaned suddenly “Lick it, use fingers… ah Man…” His body started to shudder in time with mine, he thrust again and I felt a cold ooze of cum squeeze up my fuck- tube, leak out. Bobby started to groan and squeal, my imagination ran wild about what Dean was doing to him. I started to pant in time with him, filled to the brim with his fat fuck-meat. I could feel him heating up inside me. He was close. Incredibly, so was I. By his tenth stroke, I came.
Bobby was making noises I never heard him make before. I felt him grip the base of his shaft and shorten his strokes to the top of his fist. My ass was still clamping from the incredible come he had given me, and he pulled out and shot his wad over me. He leaned forward and kissed me hard, pulling the blindfold off. Dean was busy sucking our wads off my abdomen. He brought a mouthful to my lips and I sucked it out of his mouth. He lapped up some more and snowballed Bobby. Bobby did the same with both of us. All three of us collapsed in a heap, spent.
A few hours later I peeled from under the heavy bodies and went for a piss. I put on some coffee, threw some blankets over the guys and put on the late movie. In the spare room, my computer chirped and started to download work. I sighed, probably bad news. I’d leave it for Sunday.
I paced out to the porch, naked and sipping coffee, I was wired and couldn’t figure out why. My ass stung, but I had never felt so good. I didn’t feel like I had been fucked, didn’t feel like I had had sex. I felt like I had made love to the two inside. I couldn’t remember if I had ever had that feeling with anyone, not even June, before I got here. Then there was Kyle, and then Michel. Now I felt it with Dean and Bobby. Geez, I was a mess.
A fresh coffee smell and a creaking board behind me alerted me. I smelt sage bath salts and wood cologne. “Hey Bobby” I said before turning.
“It’s plain weird when you do that” Bobby padded through with two cups. “Why you out here?”
“Just thinking.” I took the cup from him, leaned against the post.
“Hmm. Not good.” Bobby moved up and wrapped his arm around my waist “Really, what?” “I’m scared, Bobby.” I leaned into his embrace “I just made love to two kids in my living room.”
“Kids?” Bobby grinned “Four years isn’t a big difference, we’re all in our twenties.”
“You know what I mean. I said ‘made love’ not ‘fuck’.” I sipped coffee, and he waited me out. “I’m scared. I think for the most part I’ve been numb inside and I finally found a way to break out. I get to feel things again.”
“But you’re afraid to feel this good.” Bobby nodded. “And being afraid is better than nothing at all.”
“Uh.” I licked dry lips. My heart was hammering for no reason I could think of. “About right.”
“Heck, Andy.” Bobby tightened his arm around my waist “I been afraid all my life. I was afraid I would flunk out of school. I was afraid I wasn’t gonna make the team. I was afraid you’d steal Patricia away from me. I was afraid of what I’d feel when I first got fucked by a guy. Heck, baby, I’m still afraid of all of that, but it gets easier. I ain’t afraid of being afraid, though. Not anymore.” I leaned over and kissed his neck.
He nuzzled my chest. “Hmmmm, you’re all crusty. Yum.”
“Andy?” Bobby took our cups and balanced them of the rail. He took my face between his hands.
“Yeah?” I held his hips, looked into his eyes. He was being serious. “Kyle.” Bobby nibbled his lower lip, “I love Kyle.”
“Yeah. I know. Me too.”
“See, Kyle made me happy. He didn’t know how much ‘cause I was too afraid to follow through with him. You make me happy. Hell, you were my first… y’know.” He grinned “I know how much you make me happy. You and him made each other happy. The only people I know who have given me something without ever asking or expecting anything back has been you two. Don’t forget that. You spent a whole Thanksgivin’ weekend holding a crazy fucked-up kid and making him feel good about himself when you didn’t have to.”
“Hey, four years isn’t a big difference…” I said through the lump in my throat.
“That’s my line.” Bobby chuckled “Lissen…” he was serious again “I want to make you happy. I want to make love to you. I want to do all the things you and I are scared shitless about doing, I want you to feel what you’re feeling now, ‘cause I’m doing my best to make you feel like that. We can always talk our way through it at the end. I ain’t just fucking no-more, Andy. I’d like to think you ain’t, neither…”
“No…” I held his jaw and pressed my forehead against his. “We’re not, anymore.” “Phew…” Bobby smiled “I was really worried, for awhile. Truth is, Andy, …truth is… I’m more than half in love with you, anyway. When I figured what you and Kyle were doing… my two best friends in the whole world, I was …dunno… put out a bit. Not jealous or nuthin’… just left out.”
“I…” he pressed his thumb into my mouth gently.
“Sssh…” Bobby whispered
“I been thinking on how to say this for the best part of a week, and I ain’t that good with words. You’ve taken away everythin’ I was scared of and given me somethin’ back. I feel good about myself. For the first time, I feel like my skin fits me. I know you done the same for Kyle and I know you done the same for Dean. I know you’re almost a beginner at this, but you’re real loyal to us an’ that counts for lots. I wanna be that loyal to you, an’ I wanna give somethin’ back to you. For the first time I feel like I got somethin’ to give someone… an’ I want you to take something back for a change. Anythin’… anythin’ I got ta give, you can have... OK?”
“I…” I gave up trying to say anything and just nodded. While my mind might have been slipping a few notches, the warm feeling in my groin skipped everything in between. I looked down and saw my cock hardening, rubbing alongside Bobby’s, pushing through his silky bush. His was doing the same to me.
“I guess that’s ‘yes’…” Bobby smiled “Thanks, Andy…” he whispered softly “for everything.”
“No, thank you…” I gulped.
His hands stroked my face tenderly for a few moments. “Tell you what,” He grinned impishly “I been telling Barker there I was gonna fuck his ass good since we was kids. I finally gotta do it, tonight. How many times you think is ‘good’, though?”
“Uh, a couple…?” I shrugged.
“OK. See, Thanksgiving. You an’ Alex did me a double-dick that was really boss. You reckon Barker can handle us like that… ‘fore I get me a second helping of the same?”
“Yeah,” I smirked “I think we can talk him into it.”
“Cool. I figure that would count as ‘good’, don’t you?”
“Bobby-Lee Hoskins, you’re a man of your word, aren’t you just?”
“You better believe it, Finch.” Bobby grinned “You just better believe it.”
The next morning I drove Dean back to his apartment and Bobby and I rode back to his farm. The place was quiet, as usual his folks had gone to Church so I leaned over and kissed him on the mouth for awhile before he got out. Grinning, he kissed me back and I realized I didn’t mind doing this with him.
“Ready for next weekend, Tiger?” He muttered into my mouth.
“Mmph… better believe it.” I licked some of his spit from my lips, it tasted sweet, like coffee.
“Alex and I’ll bring the Vans. Meet you at the stadium?”
“Be there.”
“You’d better.” He grinned, then ducked out.
I drove home with his kiss burning my lips, half-hard in my shorts.
I got home and cleaned up the Living Room before slouching down in the settee with a book. I was dozing when a car pulled up the drive. I stumbled through the door when Michel glanced around from his truck door.
“Hey, buddy. You got a moment?”
“Yeah, come on in.” I muttered sleepily. “I’ll put on coffee.”
“Sorry to bust in like this, but I wanted to check if you still wanted me over next weekend.”
I’d forgotten I’d asked him to house-sit. “Yeah, if you could.”
“Also… also if…” He climbed the steps looking agitated.
“C’mon in… Come.” I beckoned, putting my arm over his shoulder. He started, then relaxed. His neck was a tense mass of knots.
“What I’d… what…” He mumbled as he followed me dutifully to the kitchen.
“Coffee first. Get your shit together, it’s all good.”
We were sitting on the lounge floor when his story poured out. I’d rubbed his back and neck for him, then hunkered down next to the bottle of Jack, his head on my lap. While I idly stroked his thick hair and rubbed his forehead he told me his dad didn’t take too kindly to him wanting to study at college.
“Told me that college was for sissy’s and no-one in his family had bothered with it, so I shouldn’t.” He murmured sleepily.
“I guess you don’t need him to run your life. Times have changed.” I took another slug from the bottle.
“Yeah, I said that.” Michel sighed. “So you got a spare room? I’ll pay rent.”
“Been waiting for you to ask.” I passed over the bottle. “Somehow I figured this would happen.”
“You don’t mind?” Michel looked up at me past my hand. “I mean… really?”
“Nah.” I spluttered on the booze “This way I get to see more of you…’Course not.”
“Thanks, man.” He looked at me a long time with his clear grey eyes. “I mean it.”
“You welcome.” I smiled back, returned his gaze. “You got stuff?”
“Clothes. In the truck.”
“Then you settled.”
“Tonight…?” He muttered sleepily.
“With me. I’ll put the Machine somewhere else, move stuff tomorrow.”
“Thanks, man.”
I stretched and lay down on the rug next to him, my head resting on his bare hip. His breathing lulled me to sleep. Later that afternoon, he tugged me to my feet and led me to my room. Sleepily, I followed him. His hands expertly stripped my shorts off and naked, we curled up next to each other on my bed in the cold light, slept more.
Somewhere in the night, I woke with a raging hard-on. Michel was sleeping, spooning me. The thick head of his cock had managed to slip into my ass. I felt the wet, slippery folds of his uncut meat-sheath bunch against my pucker, the hot throbbing head jammed past my ring-flesh, riding up and out my crack but trapped against his helmet rim, truly plugged. As I rode out of sleep, he gave a soft moan and I could feel his tube squirt a wad into my gut, already slimed with his warm pre-cum. Each breath I took squished his thick folds down his shaft away from his throbbing cock-head, and squeezed a drool of his copious pre-cum into my swimming gut as his cock thickened, tightened into me… burning hot, wet and pulsing with his come.
His hot ram-rod throbbed against my ring, hydraulic pressure from his ejaculate built inside me, seven… eight spurts. It maddened me. If I moved, the spell would break. My body trembled on the edge.
As his cock weakly twitched another jet of his ball-juice into me, I felt overfull, his liquid warmth and wet inside me, all the way to the bottom of my navel. I felt I desperately needed to fart, but couldn’t. Another deep breath from me and another last, hot squirt over my prostate in my already aching-wet pressured gut was too much. I felt the tingles start from my toes. My ass clamped with a huge come and I jetted my own load all over belly and chest, strings of pearly thick cum glittered in the short hair of my abdomen.
Straight after that, a dry orgasm rode up on me and my body shuddered, nipples throbbing and I panted into the pillow, careful not to dislodge his fat dick-head from my chute. It stayed wedged between his hard corona and soft, but taut bunched foreskin, clamped there by my tight ring.
After a few minutes, he softened and slipped out, his juices gushed down the inside of my thigh as he unplugged me, sliming his thin brush of pubes, dark and stiff with his drying man- juice, funnelling down the folds of my thigh muscles to pool in the hollow at the back of my knee. I reached back and stroked his smooth firm body, tweaked one of his thick nipples. He made a happy sigh in his sleep and groped at me, pulling me close. He kissed the back of my neck and his breathing became slower and deeper once again. He had never woken up. I dozed off again, a good quarter-pint of him pressing inside, against my seal.
It was early morning when I woke again. The bed was empty, and the grey light of dawn was only just brightening the sky. I got up and padded through to the john, all piss-hard and crusty. His clothes were packed next to the settee, three tog bags and a shoe bag. A note from him was next to the coffee machine in his even, neat script ‘See ya tonight, I’ll do dinner.’ I could almost see him tapping the pen against his teeth before writing at the bottom of the note ‘We should talk.’
Sighing, I knew what was bothering him, I walked with the warm coffee to the spare room and answered my messages on the Computer and sent some files through to stop whatever emergency management t
hought was happening while I was away.
An hour later, I dismantled the machine and carried it to the garage where all the space left by June’s boxes allowed me to set up a workbench. I re-assembled the machine, ran a telephone extension through to the bench and was done. There was enough space for me to put two more machines in and create a small cluster. I guess I could teach Dean here as good a place as any, and considering I usually parked the car in the shed, this would do nicely.
I took his bags through to the spare room and checked there was nothing in the cupboard, and moved things around so he’d have more space. I took my spare cycle shoes and put them in the last room where the bike was mounted on its frame. I had been looking for them for some time. I must’ve kicked them off under the bed one day and forgotten them.
I took a wet dump, a hot shower and shave, grabbed some nut bars and was at work by ten. My station was deserted. I ran through checks and status reports and noticed with satisfaction that we were very close to launch.
While I reviewed the working documentation, one of the Section Chiefs poked his head through the door.
“Ah, there you are, Finch. How does it look?”
“It looks fine, Mr. Bayley.” I smiled at him. “A few corrections, is all.”
He took a step through the door, and I swivelled on my chair to face him “It has come to our attention the fine work you are doing. We never thought they would ask for you to contribute. You must admit it’s been quite an honour.”
“I suppose so, sir. But we were working on this problem for a long time on my night shift. When they realized we had all the tracking equipment here, it was a simple step to use our existing algorithms to generate new launch codes.”
“Ah, yes. I’m not that technical, I’ll take your word for it.” Mr. Bayley puffed out his chest. I sat and watched him thinking “You’d better.” He was a tall man, gone to seed in a way too many management meetings, rich snacks and biscuits would do. He was about fifty, grey-haired and skinny, but somehow managed to hold a paunch.