Camilo sat up, feeling some of the semen that had been pumped into him ooze out of his just-fucked asshole and trickle down his thighs.
He had managed not to ejaculate, despite the excitement he had felt when Duane started to climax inside him, pushing his belly against his own nearly exploding cock. He was glad he hadn’t shot yet, because he could see Jacob’s fuck tool in the dim light, sticking out from between his legs in all its glory, the large knob glistening with jism.
Quickly, Jacob positioned him so that he was on all fours, and as soon as he had placed his potent prick against Camilo’s come-filled asshole, Camilo pushed himself backward, impaling himself on the shaft with reckless ease. Camilo was already at the boiling point from the double fucking he had just received from Duane. He felt as though he were now all anus! He just wanted to be fucked, and fucked, and fucked!
Crouched on all fours, his red lips open and glistening with spittle, his nostrils drawn back, snorting for breath, he pumped his ass back and forth on Jacob’s rigid prickshaft with an abandon so great that Jacob didn’t find it necessary, or even practical, to move at all—he simply crouched over Camilo and allowed the sex-crazed stud to screw himself like a dog, as fast as he could, on Jacob’s quivering fuck-rod.
Jacob found it intensely enjoyable to be used like this for the other man’s anal satisfaction, and he started to moan in excitement while Camilo’s hot ass shot back and forth like a piston, the hard-muscled buttocks slapping against Jacob’s stomach each time Camilo hurled his body backward to get fucked again.
It was incredible, but Camilo was virtually fucking Jacob, and not the other way around. The sperm was being sucked out of Jacob’s jerking dick, as though he had stuck it inside a milking machine’s nozzle; but no piece of the farm’s machinery could have been more efficient at deflating a man’s erection than Camilo’s horny ass.
Jacob could feel his jism already gathering to shoot out of his cock slit. He didn’t want to come so soon, but he couldn’t help it.
Camilo didn’t pause for a second, but pumped his ass back and forth as well as wrenching it from side to side, fucking himself on Jacob’s prick from every possible angle.
Jacob, his sun-bronzed torso rigid, his body wet with the sweat of sex, released his semen in gushing torrents of ecstasy that surpassed anything he had experienced in some time. As the first spurt died away and he arched his back slightly, ready to shoot another hot jet of the creamy liquid, he let his chest rest on Camilo’s back. The hot, sticky sweat of sex glued their flesh together. Reaching for Camilo’s cock, Jacob grasped the large, slippery knob and rubbed it.
But he didn’t have to coax Camilo into an orgasm: as he felt Jacob’s second spurt of come discharge into his asshole, Camilo blasted a fountain of his jism onto the bed under them, soaking a large area.
He wished he could go on firing his juices forever, as, at the same time, his asshole contracted on Jacob’s rigid, frothily sperming fuck tool, holding it tightly in the grip of his spasmodically excited rectum.
Duane, who had watched the other two men fuck with intense interest, leaned over and kissed each of them on the mouth in turn, while Jacob continued to unload into Camilo’s ass, and Camilo’s cock continued to soil the bed with his showering sperm.
Then, panting from the force of their erotic exertions, of their orgasms, all three men lay for a long while where they were, trying to regain their breath, reluctant to pull their bodies apart.
“Damn,” Duane groaned. “That was some hot sex!”
“Glad you enjoyed yourself,” Camilo replied. “I know I did. What about you, Jacob?”
“I’m fucked out, guys,” Jacob lamented. “Totally fucked out!”
Camilo laughed. “You poor kid. Come on, we’d better get some shut-eye. Tomorrow’s working day, you know.”
Duane stirred. “I guess I’d better get going.”
“No, stay,” Jacob urged him. “Sleep with us. There’s plenty of room.”
“Well, if you insist—”
“I do insist,” Jacob said. “And I want to sleep in the middle, between you two guys.”
Wearily, they settled down to sleep on the large mattress. Jacob lay between Duane and Camilo. He turned toward his cop buddy, and as they automatically pressed their bodies tightly together again, Duane kissed him with a fervor that almost got Jacob going again.
He put his tongue into Duane’s open mouth and his prick, which was pushing against Duane’s cock, stiffened involuntarily. But tiredness was overcoming all three men, and finally they stopped kissing and Jacob’s head fell on Duane’s shoulder as they fell asleep, sinking deep into the heat and sweat of sexual fatigue and much-needed recuperation.
After all, they were going to need all the rest they could get, to recharge their bodies after the extraordinary demands they had just made upon themselves, and one another. The new day would dawn, and with it would come their usual duties and responsibilities. But, in stolen moments like these, there would be time for pleasure, as well.
Outside, the rain continued to descend. Jacob liked the sound. He found it soothing and reassuring. The rain would soak into the parched earth, and the crops would grow.
And, despite what some bigoted fundamentalists might preach, about how drought was God’s way of punishing the wicked, Jacob knew better. The rain fell without distinction on the wicked and the righteous alike.
There were several men in his life. Some of them were better men than others, but Jacob now knew that he was really in no position to judge others. He had his own shortcomings, and on the whole he was no better or worse than most.
He was just another gay man, trying to make his way in the world. And, with the help of his friends and his lovers, he now felt more confident about his ability to do so.
Lulled by the music of the rain, he fell asleep.
The End
Also by Roland Graeme
Published by MLR [ManLoveRomance] Press:
The Temple of Skanda
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Two Marked Men
A Dance of Love and Jealousy
Baja Honeymoon
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Good Cop, Bad Cop
Brazilian Cattle Baron
The Fortunes of Fausto
The Spinner of Romances
Jewels for Vishnu
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Our Dads’ Big Gay Wedding
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A Taste of Sin
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