Wild Boys

by Richard Labonté

  “How you doin’, kiddo?” Ken asked. It had been agreed there would be no detailed breakup discussion tonight.

  “I’m okay,” Tim said.

  “You look cute as always,” Ken commented.

  Tim, always quick to warm up to people who were special to the people who were special to him, had won Ken over the night Scott had first introduced them.

  “So, what do you want to do? Go out to eat? Or get pizza and stay in?” Scott asked.

  Tim shrugged.

  “You don’t look so up to going out.” Ken noted the somewhat subdued manner of the usually vibrant younger man.

  Tim shrugged again.

  “Kooks, this is your night,” Scott said. “Whatever you want to do.”

  “I’d kind of rather stay in,” Tim admitted.

  “That’s fine. No need to get all dressed up then.” Scott was wearing just a wifebeater and shorts with a string tie. “Huns, you can grab a shirt from my middle drawer,” he said to Ken, giving him a smooch on the lips and rubbing his bare back.

  “If we’re staying in, I’m okay like this,” Ken replied.

  “Yes! So glad I decided we should stay in,” Tim cheered, breaking out of his shell a little.

  Ken blushed as he took a seat on the plush couch in front of the TV. He was more sexually reserved than Scott, not wanting to step on anyone’s feet by being overly flirtatious, which is why he was always entertained when Scott and Tim derived pleasure from creating an almost tangible sexual tension between each other, and always turned red when Tim flattered him.

  “Uh-oh,” Scott rolled his eyes and rubbed Tim’s head. “Someone’s horny.”

  “I’m always horny,” Tim dropped to the floor and grabbed a hardcore leather magazine from a pile on the coffee table.

  Scott joined Ken on the couch. “So what are you doing? Looking at the porno mags or watching the video channel?” he provoked Tim. “Focus, focus.”

  “Both. That’s the point of my special talent,” Tim replied smartly as he flipped through the magazine. “Ooh. Yummy. Look at this.”

  He held up an explicit spread.

  “Yes, I’ve seen it. And I thought of you and which of those three guys you’d like to be when I saw it.”

  Tim gave a devilish look. “I already know who I want the other two guys to be.”

  Ken laughed self-consciously, which was Tim’s cue to start causing trouble. He crawled across the floor on his knees, threw his arms around Scott’s waist, and dropped his head into Scott’s lap, pressing his cheek to the warm bulge.

  Scott instinctively began rubbing Tim’s back and neck affectionately.

  “How many times am I going to have to beg you guys?” Tim asked, looking with bedroom eyes over at Ken’s bashful smile.

  “Hey, he’s the boss,” Ken patted his boyfriend’s head.

  “Come on, Scott. Be the boss,” Tim said. “Boss me around. I’ll do anything. And tell Ken what to do to me.”

  “Oh, please. You’re all talk,” Scott said as he massaged his friend.

  “Just let me watch you guys together. It would be so hot.”

  “For you maybe,” Scott smirked.

  “Why are you always so mean to me?” Tim acted like a hurt little brother. “Come on. Whatever it costs, I’ll do it.”

  “Please. You’re too innocent to do anything.”

  “No way! I can be a pig.” Tim was bouncing his upper body on Scott’s lap.

  “You wanna be a pig,” Scott corrected. “But you’ll never go through with it.”

  “Pleeeaaasse!” Tim begged, shaking Scott to annoy him. He reached his hands up and tried to snatch hold of Scott’s large nipples, permanently swollen from years of tugging, as they practically burst through the material of his wifebeater.

  “Uuugghh! This one’s gonna drive me to drink,” Scott groaned, wrapping his hands around Tim’s wrists, dwarfing them in the process. Tim tried to pull away, with no success. He was wriggling all over Scott’s lap, and Scott began to laugh, looking to his boyfriend. “What can we make him do?”

  “You’re asking me? I don’t know.” Ken sat there in his typical serious manner, and then suggested, “Our dirty jockstraps are on top of the hamper in the bathroom.”

  “Aha! That’s a good idea. They’re still nice and smelly. We were at the racquet ball court right before you came over.”

  “So what am I supposed to do with them?” Tim gave Scott a mock submissive look as they continued their little tug of war with his wrists. “And what do I get in return?”

  “What do you get in return? One of these days I’m gonna have to teach you the rules of being a little bitch. But, you want something?” Scott asked, and Tim nodded. “What you get depends on how far you go. How about…”

  “What? Dare me, and I’ll do it.”

  “You so wouldn’t do this,” Scott thought aloud.

  “I so will,” Tim challenged.

  “Okay. Go upstairs and come down with one of our dirty jocks in your mouth.”

  “Ugh,” Ken cringe-giggled.

  “He so won’t do it.” Scott rubbed Tim’s head.

  “I totally will,” Tim insisted, standing up. “They’re in the hamper or on top of it?”

  “On top,” Ken said.

  “Wait, there’s more.” Scott stopped Tim from walking boldly from the room.

  “Oh, boy,” Ken said, knowing how much his boyfriend loved to see just how far he could get Tim to go.

  “What?” Tim asked.

  “You have to wear the other jockstrap, and nothing else.”

  Tim hesitated for a moment but didn’t really have time to let the new challenge sink in before Scott continued, “and, you have to come down here on all fours like a dog.”

  “Scott, don’t make him…” Ken was the voice of reason, but Scott frowned with furrowed brows at his boyfriend, shaking his head in a he’ll never do it gesture.

  “I’m so doing it,” Tim contradicted Scott’s nonverbal comment as he left the room.

  “He’s not gonna do it,” Scott promised Ken.

  “You’ve known him longer than I have, and you don’t think he’ll do it? He’s still getting over his boyfriend leaving him, and he’s so frisky as it is….”

  “Well, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing seeing him crawling around in a jockstrap, would it?” Scott pointed out.

  “No…it really wouldn’t,” Ken admitted.

  Upstairs, Tim found the two jockstraps right where Ken said they would be. His heart was pounding in his chest as he removed the clothes he’d thrown on less than an hour ago. His nipples quickly shrunk to points. His dick was already at full attention—had been since he’d begun taking orders from Scott.

  He pulled on one jockstrap (it was still sort of moist, perhaps from the condensation formed after his two friends’ showers?) and then moved the other toward his mouth. He smelled it first. It was musky…definitely the rank odor of crotch sweat. He thought of putting it in his mouth, considered what it must taste like, considered carrying it in his hand until he was right near the den where the big guys waited, realized his mouth was totally watering and then pushed himself to the edge—as always.

  He bundled the jockstrap into a ball and wrapped his lips around it. For a moment, he thought the taste of the sweaty cloth was going to make him gag, but he swallowed hard, and allowed his salivary glands to become accustomed to the spice. Mouth full of man crotch remnants, he got down on his hands and knees, shivering as air crawled into his ass crack.

  “Uh…I think I hear someone coming,” Scott was saying on the couch as he was flicking through the television stations. “Did he chicken out?”

  Scott and Ken looked to the doorway. The first thing they saw over the armrest of the couch was Tim’s spiky hair rising up.

  “He seriously did it,” Ken said in awe as the nearly naked Tim crawled up to Scott.

  “You little bitch whore,” Scott laughed with impressed shock at his daring friend, who waited at h
is feet with the article he had fetched, to either be let off the hook or instructed further. “You like that?” Scott petted his head then grabbed the jockstrap and began playing tug of war. Tim fought back with his teeth, which sunk firmly into the fabric.

  “You wanna come up?” Scott patted his lap.

  Tim obeyed. He made his way around the coffee table, and stepped over Ken’s feet as Ken tried to move them out of the way.

  “You two are unbelievable.” Ken giggled in awe at what he was witnessing.

  Tim climbed his way onto the couch and draped himself over Scott’s lap. Ken couldn’t disguise his appreciation of the swelling ass that protruded from the jockstrap, revealing two furry cheeks and a fur-filled crack as Tim’s calves landed on his muscular thighs.

  “This little bitch is in heat,” Scott giggled as Tim served himself up. “Look at his ass begging for some attention.” He placed one large hand on Tim’s butt and rubbed his cheeks lightly. “You want me to spank you, don’t you?”

  Tim nodded. He’d spent pretty much the whole of their friendship hounding Scott to administer the spanking he so deserved. Scott had often described in detail his participation in spanking sessions, knowing how hot it made Tim.

  “You think he needs a spanking?” Scott asked his boyfriend, making sure the man he was in a committed relationship with wouldn’t object to a little play.

  “I’d say so,” Ken shrugged.

  Scott gave the round surface a good swat. Tim barked through the saliva-soaked material in his mouth at the unexpected sting. Scott couldn’t help but giggle as Ken rolled his eyes and shook his head. A slap on the other cheek, and Tim’s grunt ended in a muffled sigh.

  “Ooh…he likes it,” Scott said, rubbing Tim’s cheeks before administering another echoing, open-handed blow.

  “You’re making his ass red,” Ken pointed out from his closeup spectator’s view.

  “He can take it,” Scott reassured Ken. “I think he probably wants you to teach him a lesson, too.”

  “I can’t, Scott,” Ken begged off. “He’s not as close to me as he is to you.”

  Tim’s ass shook in disagreement. Scott smirked at Ken, and Ken turned red as he bit his lip in hesitation.

  “Just do it,” Scott sounded almost childish.

  Ken brought both hands down on Tim’s rump. Tim moaned. Ken left his hands on each cheek.

  “His ass…feels so good,” Ken confessed as he glanced into his lover’s eyes.

  “I know,” Scott nodded. “I’ve always loved his ass.” He took hold of Ken’s hands, and they rubbed Tim’s butt together, leaning in and sucking on one another’s lips as they did so. Scott slowly coaxed his lover, bringing their fingers through the jungle of hair that exposed itself as Tim brought his hips up to open himself to the possibility of exploration. Scott gently pulled Tim’s globes apart, and said in a hushed tone, “He wants more.”

  Ken gave his lover one last look and kiss, then turned his attention to Tim’s hairy mounds. He used his fingers to burrow his way toward the center, searching for the prize.

  Scott, meanwhile, wrapped his massive arm around Tim’s head, and tucked it safely under his armpit, saying, “Just relax, cubby bear. Tonight’s all about you. Whatever you want. There’s nothing but love in this room.”

  Tim had his arms around Scott’s thigh, and he gave it a tight squeeze to signal that he felt safe. He was getting what he really wanted…Scott was making him relinquish control and have someone else call the shots for a change.

  Ken exhaled in wonderment as he parted tufts of hair and found the tightly drawn pink curtain that was Tim’s asshole.

  Scott placed his free hand on the back of Ken’s head and lowered him toward the waiting orifice.

  Ken felt no guilt as he placed his tongue in the most private spot of a man other than his lover. His cock pulsed with loving warmth as he recognized that, even though Scott and Tim didn’t see each other that often, their bond was so deep that they were like an extension of each other. Making Tim feel good tonight was going to make his lover feel good. He began to lick and sample Tim’s slit like it was Scott’s. Love and permission coursed through him as Scott stroked his hair. His testicles were burning from the intense passion.

  “That looks so beautiful,” Scott was whispering above him.

  Tim’s fuck hole came alive as it was exposed to the conflicting texture of Ken’s silky wet tongue and gruff, prickly goatee.

  Ken came up for air and glanced lovingly at Scott. Their mouths and tongues connected. Scott ate Tim’s lingering taste from Ken’s mouth as their locked lips hovered above the saliva-soaked asshole that Ken still held apart. Scott gently pushed Ken’s face back into Tim’s crack and then lifted his arms to pull his wifebeater off over his head.

  Tim, head free, finally dropped the jockstrap from his mouth and lunged for the nearest distraction—the bush of hair under Scott’s raised arm. He licked and slurped at the light moisture that had gathered there since Scott’s shower.

  Scott tossed his shirt across the room and kept his arms raised for Tim. But Tim’s attention didn’t linger too long on the armpit. He craned back so he could reach the closest nipple and attached himself to it.

  Scott heaved with pleasure and closed his eyes. Then he felt another mouth nipping at his other nipple. He opened his lids and watched as Ken took a break from dining on Tim’s ass to join in the nipple play. Each of his gorgeous men was licking and sucking on the protruding mounds, taking flesh and chest fuzz into their mouths. He wrapped his massive arms around them and kissed the tops of the two thick heads of hair that were making his nipples—and cock—throb.

  Tim was in heaven, with Scott’s cock poking into his gut and Ken’s rock-hard pecs pressed against his asscheeks, as Ken leaned over him to suck Scott’s other nipple.

  But the experience had just begun. Scott and Ken flipped Tim onto his back on Scott’s lap and removed his jockstrap. Tim lay completely naked in front of the two big bears, his cock sprawled across his lower belly. Ken got on all fours at the end of the couch and hunkered down to take it into his mouth. Scott used his big hands to rub the layers of hair on Tim’s torso.

  Tim closed his eyes to focus his mind on the physical sensation. As Ken moistened his cock, gliding up and down on it steadily, Scott plucked at his nipples, using each index finger to circle Tim’s rather large areolas, then bringing index finger and thumb together to gently squeeze and twist each one.

  Tim’s head began to roll from side to side, and his body convulsed. His groin started to grind into Ken’s mouth automatically. Scott, playing Tim’s chest like it was some sort of instrument, half smiled through his golden beard, watching Tim fuck his boyfriend’s mouth. His heart fluttered as he ogled the two men that he loved opening up entirely for each other.

  Tim began to whinny like a horse, his body spasms deepening as all his internal erogenous nerves were pushed to the edge and, for a change, he was faced with more stimulation than he knew what to do with.

  His mouth still around Tim’s dick, Ken brought his brown eyes up to Scott’s face, wondering if they should give Tim a moment to recuperate. Scott nodded. Tim’s fantasies were all filed in Scott’s mind. He would never forget the second time they’d met, while at a party, and Tim, probing him with explicit questions, had brazenly asked, “Do you have a hairy ass?” Scott had just as boldly turned around, stuck out his bulbous buttocks and pulled down the waistband of his pants as just a tease, showing Tim the hair-covered muscle underneath. Tim’s reply had been a wide-eyed, “If you ever need a place to sit…” as he tapped on his lips.

  Scott pushed the coffee table out of the way and instructed his boyfriend to put his knees on the floor and bend over the couch cushions. Ken did as he was told. Scott grabbed the top of Ken’s shorts and yanked them down and then out from under his knees and feet, revealing a meaty, muscular ass covered in mahogany curls. He pulled off his own shorts and straddled Ken, bringing his ass right over Ken’s and lying across
Ken’s back. Ken looked up over his shoulder and the two began to kiss.

  Scott did not instruct Tim in any way.

  Tim stood completely hard and completely stunned at the stacked asses on the couch. His eyes followed the two perfectly aligned hairy cracks that traveled from Ken’s balls up to the treasure trail at the small of Scott’s back. He swallowed hard and then, anxious, lowered himself onto his hand and knees. He was so excited—and nervous—that his arms were shaking, making it hard to hold himself up. He crawled closer, leaned down farther, stuck out his tongue and licked his way up from Ken’s scrotum.

  With the first contact of Tim’s tongue, Ken got goose bumps and groaned into Scott’s mouth. The groan transferred from Ken’s mouth to Scott’s and then back again as Tim traveled the long slot, starting his journey all over from the beginning once he was done—giving new meaning to the term doing laps. His initially slow exploration of their assholes soon grew more frenzied. He began licking his way up quickly, not knowing where to focus first. Ken and Scott both felt Tim jumping back and forth, drilling his face between each of their asses, munching and slobbering all over them. The two stopped kissing for a moment and laughed softly as they felt the furious attack and Tim’s saliva soaking every strand of hair sprouting from the area surrounding their assholes. It got to the point where Tim seemed to forget that the puckers he was feasting on were attached to men.

  It was finally time for another major shift in the action. Scott and Ken dismounted, and Scott bent Tim over the couch in the exact spot where Ken had just been. Tim immediately arched his back in anticipation.

  Scott leaned over him and whispered in his ear, “You stop this at any time if it’s not right for you.”

  Tim’s only response was to kiss Scott on his bearded cheek. The go-ahead shot through every nerve in Scott’s body.

  Scott dropped to his knees and gulped down Ken’s swollen cock. Ken watched as his boyfriend coated it with gobs of glistening spit, then turned his attention to Tim’s raised cheeks. He dug his face between them and quickly lubricated him orally as well. Tim was watching this entire process over his shoulder. Between his legs, a long stream of precum poured forth.