by Caldon Mull
“He always does this.” Dean grunted with the effort of keeping his side up. “Drinks like a fish the first night away.”
“Never touches hardly a drop the whole season.” Mark puffed “Tomorrow morning he’ll be mean as a grizzly his first game. He doesn’t figure it for a hangover. OK Andy, up to you.” We’d stopped behind a grove of huge trees.
“You mean…” I hung onto Shane’s belt rungs.
“Yup!” Dean grinned “We all had a turn, just relax.”
“Aahhh… guys…” Shane lurched between Mark and Dean.
“No, not now!” Mark muttered into Shane’s ear.
“Well, OK then.” I grumbled and reached around his waist. I undid his belt and zipper and shucked his pants and shorts down his thighs. I slid my hands around and grabbed his dick and pointed it forward.
“OK, Shane, now…” Mark looked down grinning as I gripped his hips with one arm and squeezed his dick with my hand.
“Ahhhh…” Shane shuddered and started to pee. I could feel the piss running down his cock- tube. I was quite enjoying this in spite of my surprise. The giant blond jock wasn’t shy in the packing department, and his trimmed pubes on his otherwise hairless, smooth skin was an erotic contrast. Considering I still had a half-wood from the trip, Shane’s meaty buttocks clenched the top of my cock as he squeezed his bladder. His jet trickled to a halt and I shook him
“No…” he muttered “More…” I gripped my fingers against the ridge of his Adonis belt as his legs buckled, and was surprised to feel his cock harden. More urine dripped out and then he started another steady stream. “Jeez…” I muttered
“Must be your warm hands.” Mark sniggered “He never done that with me. He must really like you.” Shane’s cock bulged, prizing my fingers apart and his stream arced in front of him. His head rolled back on my shoulder. He was becoming a dead weight.
“Shit! He’s out cold.” Dean muttered, staggering under his sudden weight “I guess we’re stuck with him this year. Our turn on the lottery.” His stream finally stopped and I milked his tube. His hard-on wasn’t going down.
“You’d better do him from the front.” Mark puffed “The rest would’ve got their rooms by now.”
“Ready.” Dean gasped and hefted his shoulders while I scooted round to grab his front belt- loops. I tugged them up, but it wasn’t working well.
“Hold him still, willya?”
“We’re tryin’ buddy.” Mark huffed.
Shane’s hard six-and-a-half inches smacked me on the nose. His pink-red head was half the size of his milk-pale shaft, which while not as thick as Michel’s, was a close second. I gripped his ass and tried to slide his shorts back up his hips, but his hard cock bobbed around too much for me to cage it. His full balls popped out the open slit in his shorts, snagging the operation.
“Shit. Shit. Shit.” I grumbled. I gripped his boner with my fist and did my best to give him a wedgie with my free hand. That worked, sorta… At least his balls were safely tucked. I yanked his jeans up as best I could and looped his belt around itself rather than do it properly. If any little old ladies were going to be upset seeing his hard cock in this much cold and dark, I didn’t give a damn at this moment.
“C’mon, let’s get him inside.” I yanked his unresponsive legs around my hips, cradled the small of his back with locked arms while Mark and Dean swivelled and we carted him between us. Thankfully it was easier now he wasn’t trying to help us.
We staggered under his weight back to the vans, and only Bobby was left outside. Alex’s van was parked next to it, empty.
“There you are.” Bobby laughed. “I thought that’s where you got to. Everyone else is settled in, and we got the last room.”
“Suites me.” Mark grunted.
“Ditto.” Dean groaned.
“I got all your stuff in already, it’s the one at the end of this building.” Bobby moved forward and grabbed one of Shane’s huge thighs. He grinned at me, I grinned back. We dragged the 6’8” blonde back with us up the steps with a huge amount of effort. The door to our room stood open, lamplight streaming over the porch.
“Cosy.” I muttered.
“You only live once.” He chuckled.
We got down the porch without smacking Shane’s head on anything too hard and into the room. Dumping him on the bed was a relief. It sagged ominously under his bulk, springs wheezing.
“Oh God, at last.” Dean sagged on the opposite bed, rubbing his shoulder.
“Whew!” Mark grabbed one of the chairs and dropped into it.
I stretched until my spine popped and looked around. “Not bad. Only thing is… two double beds, five of us. How’s that work?”
“You figure it out, genius.” Bobby locked the door and walked to the bathroom, turning on the taps.
“See, we nearly almost planned it.” Dean grinned, tugging off his jacket and kicking off his sneakers.
“Planned what?” Mark looked baffled.
“Oh! Right.” I was catching on. “So, no-one here minds at all?”
“Minds what?” Mark looked at Dean. Dean grinned back, switched on the cable channel.
“Anythin’” Bobby walked out of the bathroom, followed by a cloud of steam, only in his shorts.
“Let’s get sleeping beauty settled first, then go through options.” Bobby nodded towards Shane.
“Is the tub big enough?” I tugged off my jacket.
“‘50’s big.” Dean stripped off his jeans.
Bobby and I moved over to Shane and took off his cats and his belt. Mark and Dean stripped his parka and his shirt, then lifted his hips to slide off his pants and shorts. He was still rock hard by the time we were finished stripping him.
“Two hundred and eighty pounds and all hard.” Mark shook his head.
We walked him to the hot tub and Mark and I stepped in with him. Bobby was the last to shuck his shorts, reaching over with some shampoo and rubbing it into Shane’s straw-colored cropped hair. He worked up a lather, leaning over the edge of the tub. Shane’s head was resting against my chest and Mark was lathering his chest and belly.
“Sometimes I think he does it on purpose.” Bobby smiled at me. “Y’know, just let go and see if your buddies will take care of you.”
“You think?” I rubbed under his pits and down his broad back. I noticed every one of us had a throbbing wood.
“Yeah, I do. He’s been in worse places and never said anything.” Bobby shrugged “An’ every time he’s been exactly like this. Two years ago, Alex and Jase copped a feel, they said that even out cold he helped them, a bit.”
“OK.” I wondered. Shane’s breathing deepened, I looked forward and saw Mark lathering his inner thighs, stroking up his cock. He looked up at me and grinned impishly. We hauled him upright and Bobby soaped his crack as well as my dick squashed against it, then rinsed him. We had to frog-march him out the tub. It was a no dignity experience for Shane, not that he was in a position to care. Bobby moved his legs over the tub, one at a time and bracing his feet tugged on his buttocks to steady his footing while Mark and I balanced the top half. As soon as Bobby had a good grip, first Mark then I stepped over, hauling the rest into balance. We carefully dried him on the linoleum floor when Dean came through and helped haul him back to the bed.
“Why not use the shower?” Dean pointed to the small tiled enclave.
“Buddy, the four of us ain’t midgets.” Mark groaned somewhere under a massive shoulder. Bobby had pushed Shane’s hips in line with the middle of the bed “Timberrrr…” he muttered. Shane sagged into the middle of the protesting Bed, arms akimbo. He nearly took up the entire double by himself.
“Phew!” Mark leaned back on the opposite bed. “That was a mission, dude!” “What now?” Bobby grinned.
“Well,” I shrugged “Mark here wanted some special attention from me. Perhaps we could all help out?”
“Well, I dunno Andy, if…” Mark looked at Dean and Bobby, scared.
“I’ll be damned…�
�� Dean smirked, eyes twinkling “Bobby, I reckon I know why he’s all hesitant. He don’t know ‘bout any of this.”
“Uhhh…” Mark looked around, confused. “Guys?”
I folded my arms and sat down on the bed next to Shane. I folded one arm over his chest to clear some space, I noticed with some relief his dick was shrinking. The boy could have done himself an injury if he kept it going all night long. I waited to see what Dean and Bobby were going to do next. They seemed a step ahead in everything so far.
“See Mark,” Bobby sat down next to him and hugged a meaty shoulder “What you was probably expecting was a good ol’ circle jerk, sumthin’ to keep the edge off, just like we done fer a good couple of years now, us bein’ buddies an’ everythin’.”
“Yeah, well…” Mark looked at Dean, who was busy tugging at his dick with slow, strong strokes.
“See here, meat machine” Dean purred “This year we got a new plan. See, each of us has asked Andy fer a special favor this year at one point or another, and being as much a gentleman as he is a stud, he’s helped out.”
“Yeah,” Bobby leaned in closer to Mark and gently kneaded his thick neck muscle “‘Xcept because he’s never mentioned any of this to any of us, we all bin frettin’ ‘bout what each of us would say ‘bout it.”
“‘Kay, so I bet I know what you asked Andy.” Dean shivered and squeezed a clear drop from his dick slit. Mark stared at it mesmerized. “‘An I reckon you be shocked to hear us wantin’ to pick up some slack here, help you out some. Am I right, or what.”
“Guys, this is kinda weird, y’know…” Mark licked his lips, looked hopeful.
“Hey, buddy, weird or not, nuthin’s gonna change between us. Promise. We all done a test run.” Bobby turned Mark’s head, looked into his eyes, then planted a deep kiss on Mark’s lips.
“Mmph…” Mark started, then relaxed as Bobby started to French him. Mark sighed deeply through his nose and returned the effort.
Dean moved forward and started to rake his fingers through Marks furry chest and belly. Mark’s stubby cock glistened wetly, darkened in colour to an angry indigo.
“Man, if you fuck as good as you suck, this gonna be special, my man meat machine…” Dean whispered as he tugged and stroked Mark’s hard, thick muscle. Mark leaned back into Bobby’s arm, exposing more of his sensitive parts to his soft, wet mouth.
“Man, this is heaven” he hissed through his teeth. “My best buddies…”
Realizing that this was probably going to go on for some time, and how horny I was, I tugged at my sticky cock and leaned forward to part Mark’s blocky thighs. The cramped slit of his meaty ass ran away from his balls in a dark hairy tangle. I pressed my mouth onto it, tasting strawberry soap and clean, fresh ass.
Mark started to groan. I found the bald, slick skin of his pucker with my tongue and started to pay it some special attention. His hips started a rhythm as I worked it all by themselves, and Dean’s tongue soon joined mine as well as some of his fingers. Mark was groaning steadily, persistently.
“I reckon you start to spit us up, buddy.” Bobby suggested huskily. “I don’t wanna wait much longer.
“About ready here.” Dean lapped the bottom of Mark’s crack, just below his balls. “Andy?”
“Yeah.” I muttered. I heaved Mark’s massive thigh over my shoulder and slowly pushed him onto his back, half over the bed. Bobby stood up while Mark’s agile mouth worked his donkey-meat. Dean moved to stand next to him, draped a lazy arm over Bobby’s shoulder.
Mark’s head twitched and he started with Dean. I kneaded the hard globes of Mark’s ass, decided to prop his hips up with pillows. While I adjusted him, I admired his meaty shoulders and square waist squirming on the bed before me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shane’s dick start to harden again, lengthening up his belly.
“Man, this is going to be quick.” I groaned as I moved my meat in line with his chute, pushed some. His ring spread around my head, sucked back, I twitched back, his ass glistened wetly. Mark groaned in the back of his throat, where Dean’s dick was. Dean shivered and laughed “Wow!”
I speared Marks’ resisting flesh, slowly pressing forward in a single motion. I felt his hot wet ring slide past me, gather my cap, bunch it, then slip past into blood-hot tight gut all at once. I kept pressing until my root was pressed against his hairy nutsack.
“Ahhhh…” Mark stretched his tongue out, open mouthed. It flicked at the bottom of Deans’ cock. Dean moaned. I rested as far forward as I could go, feeling the dime-sized pulse of his bud throbbing against the top of my cock tube, about three-quarter way down. I jerked back until the tip of my cock rubbed it, then slammed back into him, pacing the distance. My soft cock- sheath twisted around my hard stem while I did so, iron fist in velvet glove.
“This is what you get for keeping me hanging for so long, bitch!” I grinned and leaned forward on my hands above his twitching abs. I shunted into him again, and then sped up some, gunning him like he was a Harley Davidson two-stroke. I lost sense of time, I pounded him hard for a good while, when my elbows started to quiver. I looked up and saw Bobby and Dean trying to force both of their tongues into Mark’s mouth at the same time. My vision started to mist over and there was a pounding of blood in my ears.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!…” I growled “Aaaaahhhhh!…” I thrust like a lunatic, coming while I sawed into his ass. I watched the muscles of his pectorals jerk and twitch spastically as I hit pay dirt, slamming into his tight wetness with my cum-spurting rod, using my hot cream as lubricant. My body twitched uncontrollably, I sprang out of his hole and slipped off the bed, trailing a string of pearly come from my throbbing cock-eye. My cock thwacked against my groin, wetly.
“You next, kid.” Bobby groaned “Make him nice and slick for my rivet. You know how I like them well creamed.”
“Yeah, baby.” Dean stepped over my gasping body, his beautiful flagpole slimed with spit, bouncing against his hard belly as he stepped over me to take my place in Mark’s ass, twisting him on the pillows and onto his belly. Mark’s cock lay thrust flat against the mound of pillows, leaking clear fluid and covered by thick purple veins. A pool of watery cum had gathered on the sheets, pulsing steadily out of his cock, almost constantly. I had never seen it so engorged. I idly wondered why I had ever thought his thick meat was small. I scooped a handful before it soaked in and with the edge of my hand, rubbed his crack with it. It smeared there, pearlescent and soapy as Dean rubbed his cock through the slimy tangle until it glistened. He pressed forward as Mark squealed and shrieked past the cock in his mouth.
Dean’s dark-red head slipped into Mark’s not-so-tight corn hole. His smooth corded muscles stretched and bunched as he picked up where I left off, but a slower fuck-pace. I reached over and grabbed his low balls and squeezed them a couple of times. Dean groaned in his throat and pushed his head back, dark eyes closed.
I stood on wobbly legs and heaved onto the bed opposite, watching Dean’s hips buck and his buttocks tense. He stopped, angled his hips so that his cock stabbed downwards, directly into Mark’s prostate with every thrust and picked up the pace shortly after. Mark was thrashing around the bed, grabbing the sheets with his fists and pushing back against Dean’s slamming fuck-pole.
Suddenly Dean stopped moving. All his muscles corded and his veins stood out against his skin, blue and thick “Ah! Man! Too soooon…” He whispered. His fingertips were digging into Mark’s fleshy hips. He stood like that for nearly two minutes not moving, streaming with sweat, then just slumped onto the mattress next to Mark, like he’d been pole-axed.
Bobby slowly pulled his fat cock from Mark’s slimy mouth. He leaned down and stroked his face, crooning
“Gonna love it baby, after all this time…” he licked Marks face, stroking his cheeks.
Mark eyes were tearing and his face was beet-red, breathing ragged. “Can’t stand it no more, Bobby, gotta cum, it hurts not to, please make me…” He whimpered “I gotta have it…”
“I’ll
do ya good buddy, promise.” Bobby kissed him deep, then walked around the bed to where Mark’s swollen ass leaked Dean and my churned, buttery cum. Mark thrashed as Bobby tried to shove his plum sized head into him, failed the first time.
“Yes, yes, yes…” Mark bit into the bunched duvet and jerked his ass. Bobby hitched his thumbs into Mark’s pucker and prized it apart a few times, then grabbed his fat tool and crammed it in slowly. A spurt of cum-cocktail welled out and oozed down Bobby’s thick shaft. Mark arched his back and muffled a scream as Bobby thrust, then held still, buried to the root while Mark’s ass stretched to compensate, their balls bumping and mashing into each other as they settled in the space between Mark’s massive hamstring muscles.
Bobby reached a hand around Mark’s trembling thigh and got a fist around his very stiff dick, slowly fisting him as he started to fuck.
My leg started to tremble, so I rolled onto my back and stretched out next to the unconscious Shane. I noticed there was a pool of his pre-cum smeared over the top of his dick and over his lower abs. It had pooled into his navel. There was a lot of it. I wondered if he was really as out as all that, or was faking. On impulse I leaned forward and dipped my tongue into the pool. He was salty and quite sharp, like nothing I had tasted before. Shane didn’t respond at all, so I thought ‘cool’ and started to clean him up with my tongue. I sucked and licked until he was as dry as I could get him, then I slipped my lips over his head and sucked his tube out.
He didn’t move or even twitch and so, satisfied he wasn’t faking, I rolled onto my side and watched Bobby with Mark. It was way hot. Dean had already crashed out and was asleep between Mark’s thrashing body and the wall, his cock smeared with mingled cum, flopped out to rest in the bunched sheets.
Bobby had leaned forward and was relentlessly steering Mark into a massive orgasm. He had his mouth near Mark’s thrashing head and was talking dirty to him. “You gonna cum, baby… I feel it in your ass, you gonna…”