“Oh my lord, oh my lord,” Sean repeated over and over, like a sinner at a revival meeting. He felt like he was melting into that greedy mouth and could have wallowed in the ass-eating for hours, but Bobby had already stopped and risen to his feet.
“Eatin’ that tight ass of yours makes my own hole hungry for some action. You got a real fat dick and I intend on gettin’ it up my butt, right now! I got some lube in my shorts. I’ll be right back.”
He was true to his word. Sean barely had time to catch his breath before the slim Hatfield was splashing his way back to the sprawled McCoy. He stepped up to place his feet on either side of Sean’s chest and then bent over, facing the McCoy’s feet and filling Sean’s eyes with the view of his beautiful round ass.
“You got to lube up my asshole before I can sit on your dick. Use a couple of your fingers. I need it stretched out pretty good so I can take that fat pole of yours.” Bobby’s ass hung over Sean’s face, pale and round as the moon, and about as inviting as anything he’d ever seen.
Sean’s lube-slick hand shook like mad as he reached up and aimed two glistening fingers at the puckered slot in the center of Bobby’s deep asscrack. He felt that hole twitch around his fingertips as he poked at it, then open outward as he pushed in, testing the sphincter.
“Yeah,” Bobby said in a husky whisper. Shove ’em in there. Show no mercy. Otherwise I’ll be hollerin’ and bitchin’ when I try to get that fat cock of yours in me.”
Sean was so nervous and excited he was seized with a fit of giggling. But as his fingers slid past the snug rim and into the warm, moist pit beyond, the giggles turned to groans. His cock lurched and dribbled at his crotch as he imagined how those quivering anal walls were going to feel wrapping around it. He probed deeper and was amazed at how Bobby’s hole swallowed him up.
“That’s fine, McCoy,” Bobby finally said. “Real fine. Now I got to get some big old dick up my butt!”
He rose off Sean’s fingers and twisted around. His green eyes locked on to Sean’s golden-brown ones, he squatted over the McCoy’s lap, grabbed hold of Sean’s cock, positioned the leaking head between his spread asscheeks and sat.
Hole met knob, then immediately began to gulp it up. The look on Bobby’s face was absolutely amazing. His pert nose crinkled up, his beautiful green eyes squinted half-shut and his round mouth pursed. He snorted, then grunted like a gored pig as his butt-lips slowly and steadily stretched open for the plump cockhead. Sean couldn’t help himself and he jerked upward, which only forced more cock up the juicy vise of Bobby’s butt. Bobby laughed out loud and squatted down harder, driving even more hole down over Sean’s cock.
“Tug on my nipples,” Bobby commanded. “Go ’head, grab the rings and pull on ’em.”
Totally in Bobby’s thrall, Sean did what he was told: he reached up and seized the dangling gold rings attached to each small pink-brown nub. He’d intended to tug them lightly, but Bobby was squirming wildly over the cock burrowing up his ass, and his chest heaved just as wildly. Sean ended up yanking on the tender nipples, which made the redhead laugh louder and thrash around more violently.
Before he knew it, Bobby was riding his cock all the way to the balls, while thrusting his chest into Sean’s tugging fingers. It was absolutely insane. Yet Bobby was hardly content to leave it at that. He suddenly reared up, the cock up his butt squirting out with a splash of lube, then fell forward to kneel over Sean’s face and jam his throbbing-hard cock between his gasping lips.
“Suck me for a minute before I take another ride on that dick!”
Sean gurgled around the tapered head of Bobby’s cock as the redhead pumped it in and out of his mouth, face-fucking Sean like a madman. Bobby’s stiff meat was thicker toward the base, and Sean’s lips stretched and slobbered as more and more cock drilled into his mouth.
He released his hold on Bobby’s nipple rings and reached around to grab his butt. The heaving cheeks were slick with lube, sweat and pond water; satin-smooth skin over hard, clenched muscle. Sean’s hands slid into the deep divide between Bobby’s asscheeks. As cock pumped his mouth, his fingers found Bobby’s puckered hole, and (almost with a mind of their own) jabbed up into it.
“Hell yeah!” Bobby rasped, his hips still fucking Sean’s mouth. “Finger-fuck my hole. Feel how much your big damn dick stretched it out!”
It was true. The hole was not nearly as tight as it had been. Two of his fingers slipped beyond the sphincter and into the steamy innards. He crammed them deep and twisted, pushing Bobby’s cock deeper into his mouth.
True to form, the Hatfield abruptly yanked his cock out of Sean’s mouth and moved back to sit on his cock again. Grunting and squirming, he squatted down over Sean’s lap to engulf his boner in steamy gut. He bounced up and down, water splashing around them as it suddenly began to grow darker. The sun was setting and it was nearing nightfall.
Bobby Hatfield was undeterred. He alternated between fucking Sean’s cock with his ass, and fucking Sean’s face with his cock; first one, then the other. The sprawled McCoy hovered on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like half an hour before he finally gave in to it.
“Oh my lord! I’m shootin’, Bobby Hatfield! I’m shootin’ right up yer asshole!”
“Hell yeah, Sean McCoy! Blow yer load in me! Here’s mine! Here’s my fuckin’ load, McCoy!”
As he slammed his lush ass up and down over Sean’s spurting cock and milked it dry, his own stiff rod shot out a geyser of gooey jizz. It flew so far it landed on Sean’s gasping mouth. His head spinning, he snorted in the stink of it, and without a second thought, licked it off his lips.
Bobby let him up after that, but wasn’t through with him. By moonlight, he led Sean deeper into the pond, and used his hands to wash all that lube and cum off him. When Bobby’s probing hands moved into his big solid butt and began exploring, Sean knew what would be coming next.
“You fixin’ to fuck my ass? May as well get myself butt-fucked, seeing as how my daddy would already be dang pissed at me for fucking your butt. And all the rest.”
Bobby laughed before planting his lips on Sean’s, silencing them both. This time the kiss was a little more languid, but the fingers in his crack weren’t so polite. Underwater, one of them wormed up into him and twisted. He knew he was in for some more wild shenanigans. His family was right: the Hatfields were no good and downright filthy.
And that was just fine by this McCoy.
THE ONE IN THE MIDDLE
Dominic Santi
I love being fucked while I’m kissing a man who’s being fucked. My boyfriend, Peter, shares the same proclivity. We also like variety in our shared lovers. For both Peter and me, an evening of ménages with friends is the hottest sex in the world.
Unfortunately, we both like to be the one in the middle. After a good deal of very satisfying experimentation, we decided the best way to get what we wanted, every time, was to share our favorite position. So now, when other men join us in our queen-size bed—a frequent occurrence in our sex-soaked boudoir—Peter and I, lip-locked like copulating snakes, become “the one in the middle” together.
Fuck, it gets me off. Peter’s favorite position for the rest of his body is lying on his back with his head in the middle of the bed, his hips on the edge. His sun-bleached hair falls softly on the pristine white sheets, his gray eyes sparkling as he grins. Tonight he shoves a pillow under his ass and lifts his legs, tipping back so his half-hard dick lies leaking on the line of dark-blond hair leading down from his belly button to the tiny thatch of his pubes. Just looking at him makes my dick drool.
His shoulders wriggle against the sheets, his muscles flexing. The band of Celtic knots around his right biceps dances as he grips his knees. He pulls his tanned, lightly furred thighs up and out, spreading them wide over the ocean of one-thousand-count Egyptian cotton beneath him. We’re both such sensation sluts. Just seeing him moving on the bed is so fucking hot.
I kneel on the opposite side of the mattress and bend over, my as
s in the air, my weight on my elbows. My arms rest beside his left shoulder, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. Close enough for me to appreciate the contrast of my darker skin beside his. I lean over to kiss him, long and slow and wet.
“Hey, sweetie,” he whispers as we both come up for air. I laugh and kiss him again, moaning in pleasure as we both wriggle against the soft cotton sheets. Our sheets put a huge dent in our budget. After every night of ménages, we’re buried in laundry. But it’s so fucking worth it.
For a moment, I ignore the voices around us, but I can’t help smiling. Kyle has stepped up between Peter’s legs. My honey hasn’t seen him yet: short, stout, muscular Kyle with the buzz-cut black hair and ripped abs and the nipple rings shining in the dark fur covering his chest. His dick isn’t particularly long, but it’s the thickest slab of man-meat I’ve ever seen. There’s no way in hell I’d let him up my ass. Peter knows this. He knows my little pink sphincter puckers shut when I think of it.
Peter always lets him in. What I love best is sucking my sweetie’s tongue while he’s first being penetrated. He goes all soft and sensitive. His entire body is so relaxed and loving and, well, receptive. It makes my own ass hungry to be filled. Desperately hungry.
With Kyle’s first touch, Peter moans in anticipation. The sounds Peter makes tell me what Kyle is doing: a long, slow rim job. Lots of lube and stretching. Then more lube—a lot more. Peter and I kiss and suck, moving just enough to keep my arms from going numb, loving each other’s mouths, playing with our dicks, breathing as one man as we offer our holes to the men who will take pleasure from them.
I shudder in bliss as fingers stroke me, tongues rim, and cocks take turns sliding in and riding me hard. I kiss Peter, sharing my pleasure with him. I’ve been fucked by four guys by the time Kyle starts inching up Peter’s ass. I haven’t come yet, but my hole is deliciously loose. My joy-spot hums as my dick goes hard and soft and hard again while I kiss and tongue my honey’s mouth. Peter pants and moans. He whispers filthy, pleading fuck words, telling me how his shaft is leaking onto his belly as Kyle works him open.
“It burns!” he pants against my lips. “Unh, unh, UNH!” His breath is warm and frantic. He smells of Bacardi and Coke and the Thai food we had for dinner. He tips his head back, opening his mouth wide, giving me his tongue to suck. When I open my eyes, I can see Kyle’s wrists, showing just beneath the rounded edges of Peter’s balls. Kyle’s arms are moving slowly and firmly, rocking side to side, ruthlessly stretching my sweetie’s asshole open. Kyle meets my eyes, grinning wickedly. He holds his arms wide apart, pulling until the cords pop in his forearms.
“Open,” he growls. Peter keens into my lips.
Precum sluices through my dick. Ricco is fucking me. I recognize the delectable curve of his long, slender dick. He shafts me slowly, sliding exquisitely through my well-used asslips. He doesn’t mind being fourth. He likes a leisurely fuck in an accommodating hole. Mine is exceptionally accommodating. His balls bounce softly against mine. I suck Peter’s tongue, my lips tightening as I draw him deep. My asshole twitches in a futile attempt to clench Ricco’s shaft. He laughs and fucks me harder.
“Don’t even think about it, dude.” His balls slap against mine. “Your hole’s so loose I could drive a fucking truck through it!” I groan as he grinds deep. “Or my big ol’ dick!”
Peter shivers and opens his mouth wider, giving me more of his tongue as he groans against me. I close my eyes, listening to the slap, slap, slap of Ricco’s balls against my sac, enjoying how my lover enjoys hearing the sound of me being fucked.
Peter’s next moan is softer, the shiver deeper. Kyle has taken one glistening hand from Peter’s ass to grab the lube. He holds the bottle over Peter’s ass and squeezes out another long, clear stream. Peter shudders. He has told me so often how he loves the cold shock of lube inside him, just before he’s pierced by a big hot cock. I take his shudder in my mouth, kissing him, kissing and kissing and kissing while Ricco’s cock thrusts in my hole, until finally I have to come up for air.
Kyle’s grin splits his face. While I was distracted by Peter’s tongue, Kyle has covered himself with a thickly ribbed condom. My sweetie is all about sensation. Kyle pours lube on his fat monster. I smile against Peter’s lips, kissing him again, my lips curving so much I almost break the connection between us.
Peter’s moans are getting louder. Kyle has one hand on Peter’s hip, the other guiding his sledgehammer dick in. Ricco is fucking me more slowly now, but his cock is twitching. He’s breathing hard. He is close to coming, but he’s trying not to bounce me around too much while Kyle is sliding in. Ricco knows Peter needs me sucking his tongue to keep him relaxed enough to take that huge, meaty slab.
Despite our deep tongue-kissing, Peter’s body is tightening. Wordless cries vibrate against my lips. Kyle is pressing through my honey’s gate. My body stiffens, too, my ass trying to squeeze Ricco’s cock.
“Easy, dude,” Ricco murmurs, stroking my back. He pauses with just the tip inside me, holding me open, making me wait to be fucked again as I force myself to relax my body, relax my mouth. With my lips soft and dripping spit, I shove my tongue in Peter’s mouth, breathing with him, helping him keep his mouth open, helping him stay open, keep his asshole open as Kyle relentlessly presses in.
My eyes are open wider than my hole. I can see both of Kyle’s hands, one on Peter’s hip, one holding his cock steady as he leans forward, spearing Peter’s ass. Peter’s breath is frantic, his cries almost sobs.
“Jerk your cock,” Kyle growls.
I close my eyes, twist my body so I can reach my cock, ignoring even the heavenly feel of Ricco sliding back through my asshole as I concentrate on the feel of Peter’s tongue on mine, the feel of my hand on my cock as our tongues lash deeper, harder, stronger.
Peter’s shoulder tenses against me, his hand moving in rhythm with mine. He strains, bearing down. Now he is sucking my tongue, drawing me in. He stiffens, then he is wailing into my mouth, vibration electrifying my tongue as he arches against me. Kyle’s fat cock is sliding through my lover’s hole. Peter cries like a wounded bird, wordless “eee’s” piercing my ears as he trembles uncontrollably against me.
“Yeah, baby! Let me in!” Kyle’s growl is deep and unyielding. He knows how much my lover needs the reassurance that Kyle is not going to stop—no matter how much Peter yells and shakes. No matter what. My sweetie’s ass is going to be fucked and fucked well. His ass is going to be taken by a man who will not hear the word no. A man who has negotiated with him, in advance, that unless I say to stop, that man is going to fuck my honey’s quivering, clenching hole until it milks the cum through the cocktube fucking him, until my lover howls as his own dick shoots.
Peter shrieks. I come on the sheets, my dick spurting as I frantically suck my lover’s tongue. Ricco is laughing, pounding me hard and fast now, fucking toward his own climax as I shake beneath him. My ass is twitching. Ricco knows I’m coming, but that fucker won’t stop. He knows that as much as I love being fucked, his dick isn’t what’s making me come. I’m coming because I know Kyle’s cock is finally spearing deep up my honey’s ass. Kyle’s stiff sausage is tunneling through my sweetie’s hole, stretching it so wide and making it burn so bad, my lover’s dick can’t help drooling. Peter’s hand grips the side of my head, yanking my hair until it feels like he’s pulling it out by the roots.
I open my eyes to see streams of precum oozing onto my sweetie’s belly. His other hand is on his dick, pulling the flushed red skin over his stiff, slick shaft. Kyle is fucking deeply and slowly now. Peter’s mouth is finally relaxing. He peppers my lips with light, frantic kisses. His lips are all over the place, like he can’t control where they’re landing. In back of me, Ricco stiffens and moans, shaking as he slams in deep, emptying himself up my ass.
I shudder through his coming, shake more as he slowly pulls free. I love feeling the difference between the thrust of a hungry dick and the leisurely retreat of a spent o
ne. He steps away, then someone else steps in back of me. I hear a condom wrapper tearing. Lube squirts. A different, tenor chuckle. Jaden. I relax against Peter’s lips. Jaden’s dick is average, but he has huge, heavy balls and he lasts forever. He lasts as long as Kyle does.
Maybe I’ll get to come again when Peter does. I love it when we come together. And Kyle will make sure my sweetie comes so hard he howls.
Kyle has lifted Peter’s ankles to his shoulders. Kyle has one hand on the bed, supporting his weight. The other is wrapped firmly around Peter’s balls, rolling them, tugging the wrinkled pink sac as Peter moans and arches up. Peter’s balls are deliciously sensitive. He opens his mouth farther, sucks tentatively on my tongue, trembling softly as I moan and press against him.
Jaden’s thrusts are deep and rhythmic, each long, slow stroke drawing sensation through the entire length of my chute. He grabs my hips, tipping me forward as he slides in deep—and grinds, right into my joy-spot. I buck up, crying out into Peter’s mouth as hot precum leaks through my cocktube. Precum mixed with the last drops from my first orgasm. Fuck, oh fuck, it feels good! Peter sucks my tongue hard, his voice rising as he shudders against me.
Jaden reaches between my legs. He grabs my balls. Tugging. Squeezing. Just the right amount to make them climb my throbbing dick. Peter is bucking against me. Our mouths are open like anacondas, sliding on our spit as our tongues move frantically over each other. An unexpected cry rises in my throat. Jaden’s dick is punching my prostate. The cum is rising from my balls, my almost painfully squeezed balls.
Peter bows up against me, his whole body stiff as a lance. His wails move over my teeth. Lava-hot cum erupts through my dick. Then Peter is shaking and howling, bucking against me while I jerk against him, our dicks spurting in blinding, perfect orgasms as I yell until my throat hurts.
Afterward, Peter and I lie quietly against each other, kissing and tonguing, our deep, rhythmic breathing once again perfectly matched as Kyle and Jaden fuck us until their dicks are finally spent, too. It takes them a long time, but I don’t care. Peter doesn’t seem to mind either. The air is ripe with the smell of sweat and ass and lube. The sheets are wet beneath us, and the voices of our lovers echo in the background. My hole is raw and tender. Peter’s quivers tell me his is, too. We grin tiredly against each other’s lips, letting our wasted holes bring pleasure to the men who have brought us such exquisite pleasure as well. Once again, we are both exactly where we want to be—sandwiched together as one man.
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