The Fortunes of Fausto (Siren Publishing Allure ManLove)

by Roland Graeme

  Soon, all three of them were enjoying some provocative sex play under the spray, kissing and groping one another indiscriminately.

  “This is fun,” Gene said, finally. “But it isn’t what I originally had in mind. Come on, let’s get back to our real workout!”

  They separated only long enough to finish showering, paying special attention to scrubbing their genitals and their assholes, ensuring that their private parts would be squeaky clean once the real sexual activity resumed. Grabbing recently laundered towels from a nearby stack, they dried off quickly—and then they sprinted back, nude, to the weight room, impatient to resume where they’d left off.

  “Where were we?” Gene asked. “Oh yeah—you were about to let me suck your ass. Come on, man, assume the position!”

  David grinned. “Pushy bastard, isn’t he, Fausto?”

  “He’s annoying, but he’s a good fuck,” Fausto retorted. “Come on, let him rim you. I want to watch him eat your ass!”

  David lowered himself back down onto the floor mat. He twisted his body around, staying on his hands and knees, and thrust his buttocks back invitingly into Gene’s face.

  “Get that big dick of yours back up my ass, Fausto,” Gene demanded.

  Fausto was fully hard. He put on a fresh condom, slicked up his erection with a quick application of lube, and gave his buddy what he wanted. Gene grunted in acknowledgment of the sudden penetration. He bent over from the waist, taking care to keep Fausto’s cock rammed all of the way up his tight, hot ass. Like a trio of porn actors doing another take of a scene in front of the camera, the three men had managed to reproduce their original configuration. Now, impatient from the delay, Gene burrowed his face into the warm, hairy crack between David’s ass cheeks and forced the tip of his tongue as far inside the puckered hole as it would go.

  “Fuck! Fuck!” David bellowed, sounding like a lusty young bull in heat. His muscular body shuddered.

  “Sounds hot. How the hell are you guys doing?” Fausto panted. From his position, with Gene seated on top of him, he couldn’t see Gene’s face pressed against the assistant coach’s behind.

  “He’s got his tongue up my ass!” David gasped. “And, fuck, does it ever feel good!”

  Wildly excited, Gene licked David’s asshole, grinding his face from side to side and plunging his tongue in and out of the tight, sweaty hole until David’s hips were jerking so hard his tongue slipped out.

  Quickly, Gene grabbed David’s hips and flipped him over, as though the two of them were wrestling on the mat, and then, spreading David’s legs wide, he swooped down on the throbbing length of the blond’s big cock. Gene grunted with lewd joy as he sucked it into his mouth, taking it so far down that his lips were crushed against the thick, sweaty tangle of blond pubic hair at the cockshaft’s base.

  His tongue lashed up and down on the thick shaft as he fed it in and out of his mouth, then plunged down to David’s big balls. He gathered them both into his mouth and pushed his face up until his nose touched the root of David’s hard cock. He toyed with the older guy’s balls for a long while, enjoying the feel of the hair-covered skin against his tongue and the juggling sensation as the nuts moved restlessly from side to side in his mouth. And all the while, of course, Gene’s asshole was being reamed out by Fausto’s Latino stud cock.

  A few minutes later, though, he returned to David’s cock. His tongue circled the head and he pulled it slowly into his mouth. Inch by inch he licked his tongue down on it, until the swollen head was planted deeply in the back of his throat. He stretched his hands out on David’s sleek torso, seizing both of his tits and pinching them roughly as he sucked on the stud’s prick with all his might.

  David, lying there with his head and shoulders resting on the mat and his legs propped up on Gene’s shoulders, moaned and shook as the boy sucked him.

  “Suck it!” he groaned. “That feels so good, Gene! So hot! Suck it hard, just like that! Oh, Gene! You should feel the way your mouth feels on my dick!”

  Still slamming his ass up and down on Fausto’s solid cock, Gene went on sucking David until he was afraid he’d make the guy come—and he intended to have a lot more fun with both guys before that happened! Reluctantly, he let the prick slip from his panting mouth, and, easing himself off Fausto’s cock, he lay down on the mat between his two horny sex partners.

  As he’d hoped, Fausto and David were both so excited—and so frustrated by the sudden, unexpected interruption of the activity—that they didn’t need any further prompting. Moaning, Fausto rolled onto his side and put his hand on David’s chest, running it down to grasp his throbbing cock. Then his body slipped quickly down the length of David’s torso, and he captured the man’s erect cock between his lips and sucked it far into the back of his throat. While his buddy started moving his mouth on David’s cock, adding his saliva to Gene’s to lubricate the fuck tool he was feeding on, Gene leaned over and put his lips to David’s lips in a long, eager kiss, feeding the man his tongue.

  His hot young tongue drove deeply inside David’s mouth as soon as the blond guy parted his lips, plunging so far back it almost choked him! They kissed fiercely for several minutes, while Fausto blew David’s dick passionately, oblivious to what his two companions might be doing at the moment.

  The warmth and wetness of the two young football players’ mouths on different parts of his body excited David more quickly than he’d anticipated, and he had to pull away from Gene’s kiss and lift Fausto’s head off his prick.

  “We’d better take a break for a minute,” he warned, “or I’m going to blast my nuts!”

  “What’s the matter?” Gene teased him. “Can’t a guy your age come more than once?”

  “Can you?” David laughed.

  “Sure!”

  “He sure can!” Fausto groaned. “Hell, once we get going, we usually don’t stop until we’ve dropped two or three loads each!”

  They relaxed for a few minutes, the two football players toying with David’s cock and balls, and he, in turn, playing with theirs.

  “You ready to start again?” Gene guessed at last.

  “I guess so!” It hadn’t done him much good to rest, David reflected. He was just as excited from handling those two stiff pricks as he’d been earlier!

  “I’ve got an idea,” Gene said breathlessly. “Why don’t you get up on your hands and knees again, David? I’d like to try something.” He leaned over and whispered into Fausto’s ear.

  David did as was asked, while Gene turned around on the mat so that he lay beneath him, his head directly under David’s cock and his own erection pointing almost straight up at the man’s face. Gene raised his head from the floor and caught the head of David’s cock in his mouth, pulling him gently downward to bury it deeply in his throat. As he shuddered in delighted response to the blow job, David felt Gene’s hands pushing Fausto toward him. Fausto moved around behind David, and suddenly the blond guy felt something warm and wet pressing against his ass. He thought for a moment that Fausto was going to screw him. But, a moment later, he felt the Latino’s warm breath blowing against his exposed asshole, and he realized that Fausto was going to rim him, too.

  He gasped when Fausto’s tongue-tip wedged slowly inside his ass and the other young jock continued to pull on his dick with his equally hot, agile tongue. David remained motionless for a minute or two, enjoying the lewd sensation of having both guys working on him with their mouths. But then he dropped his head to Gene’s crotch and gathered the young stud’s hard cock between his own lips.

  All three men’s naked bodies began to glisten with fresh coatings of sweat as they worked hard to please each other. After several minutes, Fausto took his mouth away from David’s ass and replaced it with the solid, wet knob of his cock, pausing only to strip the used condom off his shaft and replace it with a fresh one from the box.

  David, still sixty-nining vigorously with Gene, braced himself for the initial lunge, relaxing his anal muscles as much as possible, while the
thick head of the young athlete’s latex-sheathed cock began to work its way roughly into him. There was some resistance at first, if only because Fausto was so well hung. But then it slipped easily and deeply inside. David groaned in satisfaction as that big dick filled his ass, and he heard an equally satisfied groan from Fausto!

  “Man, you sure are tight!” Fausto muttered. “I thought Gene had a hot, tight ass, but yours is something else! Christ! It sure feels good, to have it in you like this!”

  David pushed his buttocks back toward Fausto, silently begging the kid to fuck him. But Fausto needed no such coaching. A moment later, David was overwhelmed by the pleasure both guys were giving him. He felt as though his body was going to explode! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this excited. Not only did he have a strong, potent young cock wedged deeply in his mouth and throat, but he was being sucked and getting fucked at the same time!

  He thrust his ass back against Fausto’s prick as it drove in and out of him, knowing that this movement could only treat Gene to a heightened sensation while Gene sucked him from below. His own mouth flew up and down on Gene’s swollen cock, feeling it grow harder and hotter with each stroke of his lips and tongue.

  “Oh, man! Oh, man!” Fausto cried out suddenly, hoarsely. “Get ready! I’m going to come! Oh, man! Am I ever going to come! I’m going to fill your hot ass with my fucking load!”

  David could feel the boy’s dick swelling inside him, his thrusts becoming more reckless as he drew closer to orgasm. David clenched and unclenched his rectal muscles, massaging Fausto’s cock from the inside to increase the sensation for both of them and to make his fucker’s ejaculation that much more forceful.

  “You whore! Your asshole—! I’m coming! Oh, Christ! I’m–I’m coming!” Fausto howled.

  With a wild, hammering thrust that drove his prick all the way into David’s ass and forced his hips flat against the backs of the man’s buttocks, Fausto began to shoot huge wads of hot, wet cum, so strongly that David could actually feel them inflating the tip of the condom like a balloon and making it rub against the spasmodically excited inner walls of his ass!

  At almost the same instant, Gene thrust himself up from the floor and forced his cock all the way down David’s throat. A split second later, he, too, was shooting a full load of jism into him. David swallowed it quickly and repeatedly as the salty flood continued to pour from Gene’s cock and gush down his throat. As he swallowed it, he drove himself down into the young stud’s mouth and throat, and was quickly joining the two students in explosive release, giving Gene a mouthful of his own hot semen.

  The three of them remained locked together, motionless, for several minutes after they’d stopped coming, each of them gasping desperately for breath. Then, slowly, they pulled their bodies apart and collapsed on the mat.

  But their recuperative powers proved to be extraordinary. Exhausted though they all felt, it was only a matter of minutes before they were going at each other again, in a new combination. This time, David was flat on his back, with Fausto squatting on his chest, his cock jammed firmly into his mouth. Gene got behind David, lifted his legs into the air, and, with a fresh condom on his dick, wedged it into David’s recently-fucked ass, sliding in easily along the pathway that his buddy had stretched wide open for him.

  “God damn!” Fausto exclaimed in awe, as he thrust his cock deeper into David’s greedily devouring mouth. “When I agreed to work out with you, Gene, I never thought you'd be getting me into anything as wild as all this!”

  “Don’t complain,” Gene retorted, as he began to screw David mercilessly, with hard, deep strokes. “If you want to improve yourself, you’ve got to exercise and develop every part of your fucking body. And I do mean every single fucking part!”

  Chapter Fifteen:

  A Celebration

  There was already an autumnal chill in the air the night the team won the first football game of the season. Gene and Fausto felt obligated to put in at least a token appearance at the team’s victory celebration afterward. But the beer drinking and macho boasting didn’t really appeal to them. Furthermore, they had already agreed—win or lose—to slip away individually, and meet each other at Gene’s place for a private “celebration” of their own.

  David caught Fausto on his way out, flashed him a warm, knowing smile, and restricted himself to a chaste handshake to congratulate him for his performance during the game. Fausto left, blushing a bit because he was sure David knew that he and Gene were planning to make love that night. But David, Fausto now knew, was a great guy, who wasn’t jealous of them and could be relied upon not to betray the two young lovers’ secret relationship to anybody. Not that David would have been likely to do so, under any circumstances. As an employee of the college, he would hardly want it to be known that he was fooling around with students.

  Gene and Fausto often told their parents they were going out together, on a Friday or Saturday night. They went out together, all right, but they usually went directly to David’s apartment, for some hot threeway sex. Fausto hated lying to his parents, but he understood the need for discretion. After all, his unsuspecting mother persisted in trying to set him up with “nice, suitable Catholic girls,” in hopes of getting her son married and producing grandchildren.

  Fausto’s parents had given him the use of the family car on this important night, and he drove directly to Gene’s house. The quarterback was already there, waiting for him in the shadows in front of the garage, and he led Fausto quickly upstairs, every bit as eager as his teammate was for the two of them to hit the sack together.

  The moment they were both naked in Gene’s bedroom, Gene embraced and kissed his friend with a wild hunger. They ran their hands over each other’s bodies while their lips rubbed wetly together for several exciting minutes. Finally, though, Gene broke away, his lust too urgent to be denied. His hand grasped the back of Fausto’s neck and drew him gently down onto his knees, then toward his cock. Fausto took it deeply, passionately into his mouth and began to suck.

  Gene didn’t say a word while Fausto blew him. He only groaned with intense pleasure, his hands caressing the other boy’s head while his thighs rocked back and forth, and Fausto’s hot mouth fed on him, feeling the tension in the dick stiffen against his lips and the straining of his leg muscles as Gene got closer and closer to orgasm.

  When he did ejaculate, Gene let out a long, low moan of delight—and Fausto echoed it as he tasted Gene’s semen squirting over his tongue in quick, thick spurts. Fausto held the cock in his mouth until Gene had stopped ejaculating and his erection had begun to soften. Then he released it and hugged his arms tightly, possessively, around Gene’s waist. He pressed his face into the solid warmth of Gene’s belly and kissed him again and again all over his slimy prick, licking it clean of sperm.

  “My turn,” Gene insisted, in a whisper. He lifted Fausto’s head away from his groin and bent down to kiss him. Then he was on his knees, pushing Fausto onto his back on the bed, and putting his wet mouth around Fausto’s big, hard cock.

  Deep, shuddering waves of pleasure washed over Fausto as Gene’s tongue began to stroke his penis and his lips slid up and down the shaft. After sucking Fausto off so many times, Gene was easily able to take him right to the hilt, so that every inch of Fausto’s cock was treated to the incredible pressure from his mouth. Fausto’s head rolled from side to side on the mattress as his buddy sucked him, and he couldn’t stop himself from moaning almost continuously with erotic joy.

  His fingers dug into the bedspread and his legs tightened around Gene’s head. Gene’s hands gripped him by the thighs, squeezing and relaxing their pressure, and his mouth pulled up and down on his prickshaft with ever faster strokes.

  Fausto could feel his jism welling up within his loins, like a natural spring about to be tapped by a drill, so that the water could gush up from the bowels of the earth—his whole body shook with lustful response as he strained steadily toward an explosive release. He felt sweat tricklin
g down his chest and in the crevices between his thighs. He felt, too, his handsome lover’s mouth sucking harder and harder on his penis, and he heard Gene whimpering in his throat, begging for the gift of Fausto’s sperm.

  In a sudden helpless surge, Fausto heaved up from the bed and his cock began to fill the other guy’s mouth with all of its hot, potent seed. It came pouring out like a torrent of salty cream, the force and the quantity of it almost choking Gene.

  “Christ!” was all that Gene said, though, when he finally stopped swallowing the flood of semen and pulled his mouth away from the depleted prick.

  Coming himself, and taking Fausto’s cum in his mouth, only seemed to inflame Gene that much more. His hand fumbled for the erection he’d just sucked to orgasm, and, stroking it, he bent it down between his thighs as he and Fausto embraced and kissed again on the bed. Fausto’s thighs ground against Gene’s, and Gene began to rock himself lewdly up and down against the other guy’s body, his hand tightly clutching his back, his mouth showering Fausto’s with kisses. Fausto felt the surging potency of Gene’s prick rubbing against his belly as they ground their loins together and the fever of desire built in them both.

  “Fuck me, Fausto,” Gene whispered. “Go ahead and fuck me! I want your cock in me tonight, buddy!”

  He seized a rubber and a tube of lubricant from the drawer of the nightstand, tore open the foil wrapper, unrolled the condom down Fausto’s prick, smeared a heavy gob of the clear gel onto his fingers, and then coated Fausto’s latex-sheathed penis with it. The slippery feeling of the phallic massage made Fausto’s hard-on jump in Gene’s fingers and stiffened his dick even more than it already was. Gene caressed it wantonly for a moment, ensuring that it was fully lubricated, then moaned and pulled Fausto’s head down with his other hand to kiss him, long and hard, on the mouth.

  “Hurry,” he gurgled. “Fuck me fast! I want it really bad tonight! I can’t stand it! I’ve got to have your dick in my asshole, man!”