by Caldon Mull
“Tha’s good, hmmmm...” He murmured stroking my hair. I spread my jaw, flattened my tongue and throated him slowly while his hips moved rhythmically below my chin. I stopped as his breathing began to quicken, before we got on to the short strokes.
“Whassup?” he grumbled.
“Wanna play a game?” I grinned, licking his six-pack.
“Yeah... whas’ it called?” his hand stroked my neck tenderly.
“Therapy.” I pressed my skin against his, sliding up to his nipples, sucking the beaded dark nubs.
“Will I cum?” He chuckled playfully, moving his hand to squeeze at my shoulders, kneading the muscle, tugging me up to his face.
“Yeah, I guess you will. You got a piss on board?”
“Uh-huh. Want me to...” he nodded to the door. “Nah, save it. We’ve been asked to be nasty.”
“Oho...” Dean pulled my mouth onto his. “Let me guess that this involves a person of our mutual acquaintance”
“Hmmm.” He kept talking while I was trying to kiss him, it was most annoying.
“Well, I’m game.” He giggled as I clamped his jaw and proceeded to lick the inside of his mouth. “You always have the most interesting ways to introduce me to the nicest people.” I sighed while my hard cock was playing pool with his nuts.
“You wanna get laid or what?” I grumbled.
“Fuck, yes.” Dean sniggered.
Together we stalked over the rest of the mattress to where Michel lay. Each of us on either side of his hips, lifted them slowly and skinned off his shorts. His morning hard-on dangled between his legs as I wiggled under him to straddle me. I tugged his hips back and soon his balls were squashed against my chest, between my pectorals. Dean cocked an eyebrow at me while I locked my arms around the thick muscle.
“Ass games.” I winked “Must be dirty.”
Dean grinned and winked back and soon both of our tongues were busy lashing Michel’s dark cornhole. When he was nicely spitted up I whispered “Fingers... work him loose. Gonna be a lot more of those in there before long.”
“Oh, he’s gonna hate it.” Dean looked worried for a few moments “Andy, what with you getting...”
“Relax kid, he asked.” I shrugged “‘Sides I guess this will help both of us a lot more than just letting it slide.”
“Well... Ok.” Dean’s hand slipped down Michel’s spine and tapped at the slicked pucker. “I mean, I don’t mind it, why don’t you guys...”
“Nah, kid. Gotta be this way. I guess he figured if he’s gonna lose his cherry this way, it’d be with us.”
“‘Kay.” Dean slipped and index finger into Michel “I’m too horny to argue, and too hot to think straight.”
“Get busy kid, jus’ do as I tell ya.” I nodded, flicking one of Michel’s’ squashed, rock hard nuts with my tongue. I could feel the warm trickle of his pre-cum leaking down my abdomen, pooling in my bush. There would be a lot more soon, I guessed. “Stretch him to four fingers.”
Dean worked Michel’s ass wider as I spat and licked around his hand. Michel started to make small moans in his sleep, and by the time he was loose enough to start work, his hips suddenly froze.
“He’s awake now.” I muttered to Dean. “We gonna fist this fags dirty cunt real good.” Michel’s hips bucked suddenly, but I hung on. He was trapped, off balance and fairly helpless. The harder he struggled the more his balls hurt. He realized this soon enough and he went quiet.
“We can stop.” I whispered to him, while Dean sat back on his haunches nibbling the inside of his cheek, worried.
“No... please. No. Jus’ do it.” Michel huffed from the pillow “Jus’ do it.”
“Ok...” I took a deep breath.
“Kid, smack his ass, hard.” I said in my best military voice “An don’ you stop till I tells ya.” Dean grinned and brought the flat of his hand down hard on Michel’s beefy buttock. He slap near deafened me. Michel gasped. “Now t’other one.”
Ten stinging slaps later and his ass was rosy-red and looked as sore as hell. Each time Dean brought a hand down, Michel would suck in his gut and his ass would gape wide. Dean’s face was covered in a sheen of sweat as he looked at the dark ring hungrily.
“Time for you to break your seal, kid.” I panted “Get up here and fuck his ass. Mind you piss his gut full, too.”
Dean grinned at me and stood, balancing on the wobbling mattress. He grabbed Michel’s’ hips with his hands and pushed his own ass into my face. I licked his sack while he balanced himself and placed my open mouth over his asshole as his fat cock slipped into Michel. I slicked down him, past his balls as he built up a good stroke and he angled his hips so I could spit Michel as well. I spread my tongue flat and curled it around his slimy pisstube while he stroked slowly. His balls chafed my nose.
“Oh God, this is somethin’...” Dean moaned, minutes later. “His ass feels like your mouth, soft and wet... Uhn.” His hamstrings trembled on the top of my shoulders. “I’m gonna cum, no... I’m gonna pee... Ah gawd... I’m gonna burst...”
With a strangled groan, Dean dumped his huge load and half a gallon of piss into Michel’s twitching ass. I could feel the fluid pulse down the bottom of Dean’s cock as I pressed my tongue against him harder. Michel moaned, ashamed... as he jetted a spray of chunky cum down my belly, and sobbed into the pillow, gripping it with his fists. His cum slimed where our bodies were pressed together, slicked with sweat.
“Ahhhhh .....man.” Dean gasped as he spurted “Ahhhh... Ahhh... Ah.” His balance became shaky as the spurts subsided. I could taste salt on the bottom of my tongue.
“Suck in yer gut baby...” I muttered to Michel. He did so as Dean dismounted.
“Man, lookit that... he’s filled to the brim.” Dean slipped a finger into the open maw, swimming with piss.
“You hold him kid. Grab from the other side. Make sure you don’t break his back.” Dean knelt in the space under Michel’s pits and slung his arms around Michel’s waist, locked them.
“You hold on, it’s gonna get rough.” Michel’s cock was still hard. It rode over Dean’s veined forearms.
“I got him Andy.” Dean frowned, intrigued.
I took my hand and slowly pushed it into the Michel’s’ swimming ass. He made a noise like a little girl and started to squirm, squealing. I pulled my wet hand back an inch and pushed again, careful not to rip him. All the frothy piss inside his gut helped some. It ran down his body in rivulets while I slowly thrust down.
“Wow.” Dean watched wide-eyed. “Man, that’s dirty.”
Michel openly sobbed as I pushed, folding my thumb into my palm I stretched him against my wrist bones. A slimy mixture of Dean’s urine and Michel’s butt-mustard oozed past my hand. I could only imagine the pressure inside his gut right now, and knowing how fastidiously clean he usually was... how ashamed and how embarrassed he would be. I clenched my fist and slowly rotated it.
Michel yowled like a coon dog and struggled against Dean’s grip. No use, the kid was damn strong. My clenched finger-tips rapped Michel’s prostate once, twice... three times. The third time his cock erupted and he hosed down my chest with his fat throbbing tube-steak. Even upside down, his belly looked distended... pregnant from all the juice inside him. I started to fist downwards, gently.
“You wanna...?” I looked up at Dean’s fascinated face. “Well... I...” He hesitated.
“Do it kid...” Michel groaned from behind him. “You too. Do it!” He moaned.
I slowly retracted my hand and took up the slack as Dean copied my movements. His hands were broader than mine, so he took to twisting back and forth a couple of times as he squished around in the slimy paste Michel’s butt ring was coated with. As I grappled with Michel’s wiggling body, I left dark wet stains against his skin. I jabbed his belly and bladder while Dean was busy twisting. Michel was openly crying. Sobbing into the pillows.
His cries increased in pitch until he shrieked and came a third time. Unlike the thickness of his first wad, this w
as a spray of piss and cum that misted out like his dick was an atomizer. Dean’s sweaty torso was sprayed with a fine, sticky mist. The noises of sweaty skin rubbing against each other, of slopping liquids and squishing gut paste made my head swim.
“God, he really squeezes back, don’t he.” Dean grumbled huskily as Michel’s ass walls clamped on his fist. He retrieved it slowly between Michel’s contractions, tugging it out past the swollen, bruised and puffy anus.
“C’mon kid, put him down.” I muttered. Between the two of us we slowly dropped his hips onto the ruined sheets, and he stretched out, pins and needles in his cramped legs, leaking churned shit while his ass slowly stretched closed. I straddled him and rabbit-punched a kidney, not too hard. He groaned, twitched.
“You dirty fuck!” I muttered hoarsely, hating myself for this part, but determined to finish the whole scenario “Your ass ain’t good enough for a decent cock.” I could feel a whole well of bitterness rising up inside me, I could taste bile. “You ain’t never gonna get one of those again, so you better get used to getting’ someone’s fist...” the well broke and I felt tears running down my cheeks “...’cause it’s all ya good for...”
I fell off him, curled up into a ball, pressed my kneecaps into my eyes and cried hot tears. Dimly, I felt Dean’s arms around me, and then Michel’s. It was like they were holding someone else, but I knew they were holding me. I let myself go in their arms, drifted back to them from the strange place I was going to. I have never cried like that. Finally when the sobs finally stopped, we stripped the bed down to the undercover and walked to the shower to clean up, all of us on shaky legs, hanging on to each other like we were the last three people in the world.
Given the weather and the isolation, it was easy to feel that way. We laughed nervously at each other while we showered in the warm water and inspected our wounds carefully to make sure we hadn’t broken or torn anything. Michel cringed briefly when Dean and I swabbed him and smeared repair gel on his bruised pucker, but soon afterwards he relaxed and let us at his most private parts. I slowly slid one of my proscription suppositories into his rectum as soon as he was clean enough. While we were cleaning up, I noticed a level of comfort with each other that I had not noticed before.
Somewhere, somehow in the course of this morning, the three of us had finally achieved a level of intimacy with each other that I would not have ever believed possible. I didn’t think I could feel this vulnerable with... guys. I think the same thought was going through their minds as well as we touched each other slyly, for reassurance perhaps... and weren’t rejected - no matter what we had just done with each other. We sat outside on the porch drinking coffee, each trapped by our own private thoughts, steaming slightly from the warm shower in the cool air. The black clouds had turned to grey, and it looked like the unseasonable weather was finally on the way to passing over.
“Y’know...” Michel looked out over the dark patch that was the power-less town. “I’m surprised I feel so... calm.”
“How’s that?” Dean quirked an eyebrow and faced him.
“Well, I been shit scared so long... for something like that to happen, an’ when it did... it wasn’t that big a deal.” He sighed, lines in his face slowly fading. “I reckon it’s not what I felt when someone ...does that, it’s more I was scared to get dirty... to make a mess. I didn’t realize it before, but I was scared to have my shit smeared all over the place. It sounds stupid, I didn’t want to shit on the guy fisting me.”
“Well, with me...” Dean shrugged “The first time, I was scared I would split and have to shit with a drawstring... or somethin’ for the rest of my life. When I figured I could relax everythin’ and not fight back, it got easier... I could pace myself. It was me that was in control. ‘Sides, only two people done me like that, an’ both of them I trust not to be stupid about it.”
“You been done?” Michel asked incredulously.
“Uhhh, yeah.” Dean licked his lips, face closing shut “Tell you ‘bout it one day...”
“I was angry that he didn’t ask.” I blurted. “I don’t mind mess, I’m tough enough not to hurt too much... it’s that he thought he knew better than me what I wanted.” I twisted my cup in my hands.
“None of us are ass-virgins no more.” Dean grinned boyishly. “Who’d a’ thunk?”
“Nah, kid, guess you right.” Michel shrugged “I can take it or leave it, I guess. Still, if somethin’s going in my asshole, I’d prefer it bein’ someone’s dick, I reckon.” He grinned. “Wow! I never thought I’d ever say that out loud.”
I giggled, suddenly. “Yeah... five years ago I would’ve shot myself just thinking that.”
“Nah.” Dean shrugged “I reckon I’ve always known I don’t mind if its pussy or if its ass. I sure as hell don’t mind if it’s my cock or if it’s my ass, long as I get some with... the right people.”
“Well, kid you sure are a hit with me.” Michel grinned. “‘Course it helps that you’ve been tryin’ to check out my meat since you was thirteen. Gave me a little advance warning.”
“Hell, if I’da known you was going to be such a cracker, I wouldn’t have been so shy.” Dean smirked. “‘course... if you an’ me... right then at school, y’know... ten years ago...” he sighed.
“What, kid?” Michel turned his most serious gaze on the young man. “C’mon, spit it.”
“Well, y’know.” Dean cringed under the steel-grey gaze. “If... if we started when we were just kids, do y’think I would have just been another piece of ass to you by now?”
“Hmmm.” Michel looked thoughtful. “Dunno, kid. I just dunno.”
“See, I figure...” Dean licked his lips nervously “If... if I had, then I wouldn’t have met Andy. I wouldn’t have been able to... explore the things... I wanted to. This way, we all started out straight and then... we did this. I’m pretty sure I’m a... faggot, a gay-boy or what you want to call it, queer. Thing is, I still like scoring girls, but the sex with you guys... both of you... is incredible. It’s still all so new, yet I’ve been wantin’ to do all of this my whole life... kinda like the waitin’ is over. So what the fuck does that make me?”
“Like us, Dean baby.” I sighed slugging the rest of my coffee. “Just like us. If Storyville hadn’t have been the way it was, I wouldn’t have had my cherry popped by a guy, and I sure as hell wouldn’t have fallen in love with one for the first time. Once I knew I could, it was easy as pie… loving someone that way rather than being alone, pretending that I was happy, drinking beer and picking fights every weekend when I couldn’t stand it no more.”
“Amen to that, brother.” Michel swilled the last dregs of his cold coffee over the rail towards the fast-running stream at the bottom of the garden, and shrugged self-consciously. I had never seen him shrug like that before, it caught me by surprise.
“Yeah, I see that now.” Dean nodded.
“See, I needed something badly and I found it with you. Both of you.” Michel folded his arms and stared out over the miserable, wet town. “It was like there was a knot inside me, and now it’s loose. I would rather be me, now, than anything I’ve been before. That knot... it was like it was gonna choke me up and I would stop feelin’ stuff... stop feeling everything. I’ve seen that in Andy, watched him drift away further and further from anythin’ and I know that he’s feelin’ less and less... ‘bout everything. It kills me, I can’t watch it and I hate it when I’m startin’ to do it too...”
I cringed inside as I listened to his sharp, clipped words. Too much truth in it, I guess. I jumped a bit when he carried on “... but I still don’t know what he went through, kid. What I got this morning was what you gave to me, and I took it, and honestly I’m glad I did. In spite of all what you did, you had me in mind. I asked for something and you gave it to me. I think that’s a difference big guy here is worried about, an’ I can’t think what to do to fix that.”
Silence ran between us as the water gurgled in the gutters above our heads. I shivered a bit, but it w
asn’t because it was cold or wet outside. “I think you helped me more than you think. I tried to put myself in his place an’ realized I never could. I don’t understand someone like him, and because I don’t understand, I could never be dirtied by someone like that. I think I’ll be OK, stud, I really do. He still did it to me, but he didn’t touch me, not really.”
“Fuck it.” Dean laughed suddenly “Not a one under six foot two and nothin’ less than two hunnered pounds and every one of us is yapping on like a weeny li’l girl. How we say we keep this in the past where it belongs and look to doing something else for the rest of the day?”
“Yeah kid, you got it.” Michel grinned “We got movies, we got snacks and enough juice in the jenny for the next 48 hours. What you think big guy? I could use some snuggling and some neckin’ in front of the TV and some of that special suck the kid has been working on. You game?”
“Guess so.” I shrugged, smiling back at them. “Anyone gotta better idea?”
“Nope.” Michel rolled his eyes.
“Naw.” Dean smirked “Sounds good.”
A few hours later and we were lying snuggled on the couch in our shorts and t-shirts, all shagged out and sipping wine and some hot bread that Michel had baked, when a car drove down our drive. The sky had darkened again and it looked like more rain was on the cards. The warm smell of cinnamon and raisins hung in the air, one of Michel’s special comfort foods that always seemed to cheer me up. We sat up from our snug tangle and walked over to the porch where we could see the car still running, lights on while the driver clutched an umbrella and headed for us.